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amy-issen · 3 years

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ok so here it is!! i spent the last week solely making and listening to this playlist like i was POSSESED because this ship is lovely and deserved a nice playlist! if anyone wants to know why i picked each song, i’m going to ramble about it extensively in the read more, so check that out if you want! hope you enjoy it! also thanks again to @birbwell for letting me use her art for the cover!

i divided this playlist in a few sections so let’s start with the first one (section one: first meeting/pining) i. in the rain - joe hisaishi i wanted to start with a short instrumental track to set the mood, and i looooove howl’s moving castle score, so i had to pick this one! the fact that it has rain in the title also helps to reference how their relationship began! ii. with every breath i take - frank sinatra “every breath that I take is a prayer that i’ll make you mine” my sister is a big sinatra/jazz fan (and also a yakuza fan) so she helped me with picking a few of the songs here! this one is very romantic, elegant and beautiful and i thought it fit the mood (and it’s what i think tachibana listens to in his free time lmao).

iii. gold rush - taylor swift “what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your hair falling into place like dominoes my mind turns your life into folklore i can't dare to dream about you anymore” this one is my FAVORITE song on this playlist, and one of the first i picked because this song just fits them like a glove. it’s basically pining 101, and i love that what taylor said this song is about “daydreaming about someone then snapping out of it.” i feel like the first part could be from tachibana’s perspective and the second one from kiryu’s (also giving a bit of a glimpse into the future, with the mention of a coastal town they’ll never find together) iv. first love/late spring - mitski “so please, hurry, leave me, i can't breathe please don't say you love me mune ga hachikire-sōde (my heart seems like it’s going to burst)” this one was another song i picked very early on because i love mitski, and i needed to include her here. i just wanted something to symbolize the trust that tachibana and kiryu have to share to work together, and the feelings that emerge from it, if that makes any sense. i don’t think this has a specific perspective, because i feel like this could work from both kiryu’s and tachibana’s (mostly kiryu though) v. real estate - adam melchor “every time I wonder how i'd carry on without you i'm runnin' out of real estate tryna make all the right moves i don't wanna hesitate i would bet the house on you “ do you UNDERSTAND how satisfying it was to find a song named real estate for them?? come ooon. ok that’s not all of my reasoning for it but it’s like. most of it, lmao another song i felt was about trust and feelings. (also a bit of a glimpse into the future, because i’m sad) vi. i get a kick out of you - ella fitzgerald “i get no kick from champagne mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all so tell me why should it be true that i get a kick out of you?” another one my sister recommended. i originally was gonna go with sinatra’s version of this, but i love this one and it just wouldn’t leave my brain. again, one from mostly tachibana’s perspective, get this man to sing this on karaoke night right now. vii. like real people do - hozier “i will not ask you where you came from i would not ask and neither would you honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips we could just kiss like real people do” this is one of my all time favorites from hozier and, again, it just fit perfectly. tachibana and kiryu have both lived some very... troubled lives so far, and while they’re depending on this trust they have in eachother, none of them really care to know about what they’ve done or who they are. this is mostly from kiryu’s perspective, specially with this metaphor of being rescued/dug up from the earth with the whole being found in the rain and saved by tachibana and his poor driving skills. viii. delicate - taylor swift “this ain't for the best my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me... we can't make any promises now, can we, babe? but you can make me a drink” y’all are going to have to forgive me for picking TWO taylor swift songs but COME OOOON this is another one that i picked early on because i could draw so many parallels between the lyrics and things that they both said in that car scene on chapter 9 (mostly tachibana though) and i kept harassing my sister with screenshots to prove my point and i’m gonna do it again

ANYWAYS i’ve made my case, and now we enter the second section of the playlist at last ( section 2: actual romantic/fluffy songs because this is a ship playlist) i. good old-fashioned lover boy - queen “dining at the ritz we'll meet at nine (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 o'clock) precisely i will pay the bill, you taste the wine driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely just take me back to yours that will be fine” is this a bit of a cliché? yes. did i want to include it because it’s very cute and i’d like to imagine kiryu and tachibana having a nice date night with no people trying to kill them all the time? also yes. i love this song.

ii. stay with me/mayonaka no door - miki matsuraba “you in your gray jacket with that oh-so-familiar coffee stain just as you always are the two of us reflect in the window display stay with me knocking on midnight's door i beg you not to go home tonight” (translated lyrics) is anyone not obsessed with this song lately? this is the only song here i’m blaming tiktok for making me listen to it lol. in any way, this song is deceptive because it sounds really happy but is actually quite melancholic. i thought it fit their relationship well, and it seemed like a good addition to the playlist with it’s 80′s city pop vibes.

iii. on melancholy hill - gorillaz (covered by matt forbes) “just looking out on the day of another dream where you can't get what you want, but you can get me so let's set out to sea, love 'cause you are my medicine when you're close to me" this is a gorillaz song but i went with this cover because it fit the feeling of the playlist a little better. another song that i just love very deeply and i thought fit the sentiment of kiryu being like “hey i know we have Big problems and you’re very sad in the moment but i’m here for you” iv. (i love you) for sentimental reasons - nat king cole "i think of you every morning dream of you every night darling, i'm never lonely whenever you are in sight" surprisingly, not one that my sister recommended, but one i found for myself while looking for quiet romantic songs. i feel like this is tachibana's reply to kiryu being there for him and helping him. plus, idk i just wanted to imagine them slow dancing to this. v. positions - ariana grande (covered by travis atreo) "perfect, perfect you're too good to be true but I get tired of runnin', fuck it now, i’m runnin' with you" i picked this cover because i felt like using ariana's one would be a little goofy for this section lmao, but i really like this song and how it's about commitment and doing everything to make a relationship work. i just wanted to throw some sexy vibes before this playlist delved into depressing stuff. also if you telling me tachibana wouldn't absolute body a tiktok set to this song you're lying to yourself. (section 3: oh no this is getting sad) i. forever - labrinth "i'll live forever" i love everything labrinth makes, the euphoria soundtrack lives in my mind rent free and this is my favorite one. this barely has any lyrics so, again, mostly a track i picked for its intrumentals and feeling overall. mostly preparing you for the sad stuff ahead. ii. hong kong - gorillaz "you swallow me i'm a pill on your tongue here on the nineteenth floor the neon lights make me calm" this is my favorite gorillaz song, by FAR, and i think it's introspective vibe really fits tachibana's character. not really a song about relationship but i really wanted to include it because it's just such a GORGEOUS song. iii. fragments - severon another instrumental track! this one i stole from a playlist my sister made for a fic i wrote last year. again. sad vibes. iv. sign of the times - harry styles (covered by LANY) "remember everything will be alright we can meet again somewhere somewhere far away from here" i loved the synth-y vibe this cover had, while still keeping this song's sad "our lives are dangerous and i'm about to die" vibes. i mostly wanted to evoke the vibe from the scene where tachibana agrees to go with lao gui after kiryu gets shot. just really sad all around. v. so close - jon mclaughlin "we're so close to reaching that famous happy end almost believing this one's not pretend let's go on dreaming though we know we are so close, so close, and still so far" me? picking a song from disney's enchanted??? for a playlist??? it's more likely than you think. idk this song just gives me that vibe of being so close to being happy and together, almost reminiscing and wondering what could have been. but it just... won't happen. vi. as the world caves in - matt maltese "yes, it's you i welcome death with as the world, as the world caves in" oops, yes, i had to go there. just couldn't resist including this song, and i feel like it's really self-explanatory. vii. places we won't walk - bruno major "neon lights shine bold and bright buildings grow to dizzy heights people come alive at night in places we won't walk" again, i feel like this song speaks for itself. a bit of a meditation on kiryu's perspective on things that could have happened, things they would have done, that kiryu will just have to do alone from now on. viii. carry me out - mitski "i drive when it rains at night, when it rains, i drive and the headlight spirits they lead me down the styx so black it shines and carry me out carry me out"

possibly the saddest and the most powerful song in this playlist, because i just had to put a mitski song again. the image of kiryu carrying tachibana's body is just constantly in my mind when i listen to this, but i could also see this song being from the perspective of tachibana's spirit. ix. arms tonite - mother mother "i died in your arms tonight i slipped through into the afterlife it was nice" lmao this felt a bit like a cruel joke to include, but i didn't want this playlist to end TOO depressingly. it's a nod to tachibana dying in kiryu's arms, sure, but also it's romantic and possibly a little hopeful (tachibana lives au!!! orpheus and eurydice au!!! fuck it, idk!!) xi. everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears "there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do, i'll be right behind you so glad we've almost made it so sad they had to fade it everybody wants to rule the world" not a recommendation from my sister, but it is her favorite song, and she was happy that i included it. another 80's bop with sad lyrics! i feel like this is a lovely summary of their story together and it feels like a nice little bow to wrap up the playlist. i hope you enjoyed my long ass explanations! i might add songs later (or make an entire second playlist altogether for the fic i'm writing rn, but let's not get ahead of ourselves)

#tachikiryu #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kazuma kiryu #tetsu tachibana #playlist #audio #THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE ALL THIS ARRRRGH #praying this shows up in the tags lmao

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stylesnews · 5 years

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Harry Styles sumptuous new video for Lights Up took the world by storm last week. Exclusively for GQ, the young, half-American, half-British designer Harris Reed shares the inner workings of how Styles’ killer blue outfit for the brand-new solo song came together...

If you know about Harris Reed, you know. And if you don't? Well, keep up at the back. Reed is one of fashion's most exciting new talents, his designs lauded for their sparkly romance, their craft and unbridled otherworldliness. Reed came to GQ's attention a couple of years ago while he was still at Central Saint Martins, his designs already imbued with a silhouette that was both modern and nostalgic, all washed with an achingly cool, non-binary LA energy: his aesthetic has darkness, light, glamour and a non-threatening sense of their own sexiness. His designs aren't just gender-fluid, they're like wearing liquid gold.

Fashion's worst-kept secret is the fact that Reed has been working with Harry Styles for a couple of years now, making one-off outfits for the singer's spectacular stage shows and offering the musician looks that seem in harmony with his renewed sense of self and megawatt style. Last week, when Styles' lascivious, wonton, sweaty and damn good new song, "Lights Up", was blasted out into the world, we noticed it was one of Reed's bespoke designs that the artist had decided to wear for his second solo jaunt. As the video caught fire and went global, we called the ever-charming Reed to talk to him about working with Styles, how the outfit for "Lights Up" came about exactly and just how far he thinks Styles is willing to go with his new covetable gender-blurring aesthetic...

GQ: Hey Harris, nice talking to you again. How's it going?

Harris Reed: "Well, I have a stinking cold, which is the worst. Especially when you are supposed to be working and selling a collection, it can seem like it's ruining your life. But it's OK, I will get through it."

Congratulations on your design for Harry Styles' outfit for "Lights Up". You must be thrilled?

"Thank you, I am really happy. And it's cute as well that Harry made his little icon photo on Instagram an image of the outfit from the video. Quite pleased to say the least."

When did you first start working with Harry Styles?

"My big connect with Harry goes back to Harry Lambert, his stylist, who was the first person I ever worked with and the first person who pulled in any of my clothes years ago. I had that relationship with him starting about two years ago and after a while [Lambert] told me, 'I think you're ready, even though you're right at the beginning of your career, to meet this person...' I pulled some designs together – I didn't really know who it was at this point – but I put together some references. Jimi Hendrick and [David] Bowie and Mick Jagger – you know, just classic rock’n’roll iconic frontmen whom I could see in the designs. Then that's when I heard that it was actually for Harry Styles."

When did you first meet Harry?

"It was November 2017 at one of his shows, at the Hammersmith Arena, and I got a text message from Harry Lambert saying, 'OK, just meet us at the stage door.' It was insane – a sea of screaming girls, men and women were fainting and being taken away in ambulances... I was like, 'What the fuck?' It was insane. And so I found the stage door and went up to this woman who was wearing this huge red coat and I went, 'Hi, I am here to see Harry Styles.' Obviously she laughed in in my face, saying something like, 'Who the fuck are you?' I replied, 'I am going to be Harry Styles' designer.' Like that, I'm not sure where the bravado came from! She goes, 'Of course, come with me.' I was led me through the crowd and right then and there I met Harry and the rest is history, I guess."

How much steer did Harry give you initially for the clothing?

"Honestly, Harry [Styles] was truly the way I envisioned. I think it was Harry Lambert who originally gave me some references for the first work I did for him. It was never a strict brief, but initially I only had about a day to put something together, like, the day before. It was so late to the process. It was more how I could see my designs adapting for him. And then when I went into the meeting I was like, 'Let's do ruffles!' I went a bit crazy, and that's when [Styles] got a lot more involved and was steering me in the direction he wanted. But Harry [Styles] was so open to what I saw for him and what I wanted was an old-world elegance rather than seeing some hot guy in skinny jeans and a T-shirt jumping around on stage – which can work and is amazing - but I wanted to make this aesthetic far more romantic. Watching him as he performs on stage, he is so explosive and amazing at dancing and moving around... Listen, I have so much respect for Gucci and what they do for him, but because of that relationship he was wearing so many suits, so I felt like what I could offer was more fluid, a flounciness or a different silhouette, billowy sleeves and so on. Even the outfit I did for the 'Lights Up' video was sleeveless and the trousers had a slight flare, so he could dance and do his pelvic thrusting, which he loves to do."

The outfit for Lights Up, when did you start working on this particular style moment for him?

"I was coming back from my week-long hiatus in LA during the summer after finishing at Gucci, so I was exhausted. I was in New York and Harry [Lambert] got in contact to say, 'Hey, I don't know if you're up for this but Harry would love you to do something for the next video.' All top secret, of course. All he sent me were two Pantone colours of blue with a note: 'It needs to be in this shade of blue; I can't tell you too much else.' And I was like, well, OK. And at the time I wasn't drunk... But let's say I was enjoying myself in NYC and it was really late at night and Harry [Styles] was actually there shooting his Rolling Stone cover and, as a coincidence, his stylist was like, 'Can you get some ideas to me really quickly. He needs to be able to move in it and it needs to look like he's about to go on stage and take the world.' So I kind I thought, 'movement', 'take the world' and 'stage' and got to work..."

Did you design it straight away?

"Yeah, I was in a bar, [The Bowery Hotel] so I asked the barman for a napkin and he handed me this piece of paper and I did a chicken scratch drawing and sent it back to Harry right away. He was like, 'This is perfect.' I did so many more sketches at the time, but he liked this one, it was so easy and clean and it reminds me a bit of David Bowie's 'Dog Days' but more sparkly and upbeat and less linen and long hair."

Did you have time for fittings and so on?

"Erm, no! We made the piece literally in three days. I got back from NYC with that sketch and they were leaving on a plane to do the video imminently. So I landed in London, went to all my favourite fabric shops in Soho, running around like a crazy madman with all these Pantone swatches of fabric. I have dozens of photos of all these different hues of blue. We ended up using a blue silk moire as it needed to be water resistant, or not water resistant, just be able to work with water, so reflective and shiny without being too heavy and not too hot, as the video was being filmed in South America. And we didn't have any time to do a fitting, so I had to fit the whole outfit on myself. Harry and I have very different body proportions so we were just very lucky. I remember they flew to South America to shoot the video and Harry [Styles] texted me, 'It fits! It works!' And I was in fucking heaven. I didn't sleep for a solid three days doing that outfit so I was thrilled."

This isn't the first outfit you've made for Harry Styles. Where are all those incredible one-off designs stored? Surely this archive must be preserved somewhere?

"I can't say where it is located, but everything goes to an archive. It's basically like a giant refrigerator – a frozen vault – somewhere in London where I am not going to disclose. But the clothes all have 24 hours surveillance, which you can look at via an iPad, specifically done for his outfits, and they have all been cryogenically frozen in time to preserve them. That's also what is more surreal for me. After his first solo tour that I produced 14-15 looks for – he wore about six or seven – I was wondering where the others were and he was like, 'Don't worry, they are all under surveillance.' I was like, 'Oh, that's chic.'"

Can you tell us what is next in the pipeline for you and Mr Styles?

"Hmm... Let me see what can I say. I think people can expect some pretty crazy, fabulous things coming. I can't say too much. I think with Harry I am hoping this is really just the beginning and as he evolves with his own music, and I evolve as a young designer, I hope we can work on more possible projects and clothes and... things!"

Do you hear the music before you make the outfits for him?

"I think the way he speaks about the music, the way he speaks about the process is a real influence on me as a designer. I was lucky enough to go an see him in the studio this summer, and just seeing the passion and the ideas... I am someone who talks a lot with my hands and he's the same, like he's really orchestrating his whole universe. Even the way the 'Lights Up' video was teased, it's never just music with him as for me it's never just clothes – it's the message too. That is what inspires me. I hope I get to hear little teasers of new music along the way, although I always have his stuff sort of on a loop in the studio anyway... Old school rock’n’roll and dashes of Harry Styles along the way."

Do you ever get intimidated by the fact these designs will make up part of his musical legacy?

"Honestly, from a design perspective, I don't worry, because when he tells me he loves something nothing else really matters. And because I'm not just designing a black T-shirt or a simple pair of trousers, I am making a statement, so it actually takes the pressure off me. I don't worry about it if he doesn't. I worry more about a seam splitting open. I remember he wore a few outfits for his big tour of Asia and I made all those outfits on my £50 sewing machine while eating chicken nuggets at five in the morning. I was still studying, and I don't have a proper atelier, so its those technical worries that are the things that stress me out. People don't know this but there's a picture in Rolling Stone where he is near naked holding a ping pong bat and the caption is something like, 'Harry waiting for a garment to be fixed' and it was my garment and the zipper had ripped right off. But he sort of says, 'Let's take this fashion risk together', so nothing else matters. As I said, if he loves it, I am happy."

Ever feel like you're pushing him too far with your designs?

"[Laughs.] He is so lovely and I don't think he ever wants to tell someone 'no' but there's definitely been a time when I laid out the designs from the most timid to the craziest, and when we got the craziest, he does this thing with his lips where he smiles, but he he's like, 'OK, we're not going to go this far.' But it probably involved an outfit with his ass hanging out or some huge Liberace cape... So he's always open, but sometimes I can see in his eyes that he's not quite there with me. I try to read those little mannerisms."

#harry styles #harris reed #article #oct19 #lightsup

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hlupdate · 5 years

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GQ: Hey Harris, nice talking to you again. How's it going?

Congratulations on your design for Harry Styles' outfit for "Lights Up". You must be thrilled?

"Thank you, I am really happy. And it's cute as well that Harry made his little icon photo on Instagram an image of the outfit from the video. Quite pleased to say the least."

When did you first start working with Harry Styles?

When did you first meet Harry?

How much steer did Harry give you initially for the clothing?

The outfit for Lights Up, when did you start working on this particular style moment for him?

Did you design it straight away?

Did you have time for fittings and so on?

This isn't the first outfit you've made for Harry Styles. Where are all those incredible one-off designs stored? Surely this archive must be preserved somewhere?

Can you tell us what is next in the pipeline for you and Mr Styles?

Do you hear the music before you make the outfits for him?

Do you ever get intimidated by the fact these designs will make up part of his musical legacy?

Ever feel like you're pushing him too far with your designs?

#harry styles #harris reed #harry team #lights up #161019

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hobiheavenly · 5 years

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AFTER THE SUNRISE

☼ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

☼ Summary: you decided to play a prank on Hoseok since he called you undesirable, but were his claims actually true or is there something else hiding under the dancing man’s fascade?

☼ Word count: 4.6K

☼ Warning: fingering, cunnilingus (male receiving), slight dirty talk, penetration, cream pie, Hoseok’s huge dick and dancing hips

☼ A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I’m sorry to have kept all you waiting but finally I got this out of me. i swear I had the most horrible writers block but I hope this turns out for the better! Please let me know what you think! And as always I haven’t edited anything lol what else is new?

The sun was shining in Hoseok’s face. Normally he was usually a morning person but never after a party. He stretched out of the covers but then suddenly felt he wasn’t alone. He reared his head and his face lost all color. Oh no… he had really done it this time. I mean out of all the silly things he could have done, he truly fucked up this time. There you were lying in his bed. Looking under the blankets he confirmed his biggest fear….he was naked. And judging by the looks of the environment, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed, you both had sex. Hoseok went full panic mode as you slept peacefully naked underneath the covers. What even happened last night?

“Think Hoseok, think!!” he thought to himself. What DID he even do last night? All he remembered was going to Seokjin’s party and getting wasted after the dance battle he had with you and dancing with many girls, but in no moment had he gotten close to you….did he?

He remembered seeing you in that cute black ensemble and dancing with that pretty boy who had his hands all over you. That only made him just want to grab you and mess you up till you forgot all about that other guy. Sure he didn’t well like you but he couldn’t deny himself being attracted to you. But even if that were the case….at what point did he even get together with you?

You rolled over to put a hand on his chest, starting to hug him and pull closer to him. As you sighed in bliss, Hoseok looked at you as if you were an alien of another planet. SINCE WHEN DO YOU HUG HIM? WHY ARE YOU NAKED? There were a million questions in his mind he was bound to short circuit. In his jumbled mess of thoughts he knew one thing was certain. It would have seemed that you both had made love all night long. But it also seemed Jung Hoseok didn't have any memory of the incident whatsoever.

Now he had to face the consequences.

Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Good morning” you said, smile so soft and warm. it was such a contrast to your regular serious face you greeted him with the exception of the occasional small smile popping in his direction.

“Uh, good morning Y/N”

“Y/N? why so formal? What happened with calling me “babygirl”? I mean that’s what you’ve been calling me all night” you stretched a little like a kitten waking up from a nap, a little bit of the sheet slipping down revealing your cleavage.

Whoa, were your tits always this good looking?

“Y/N… I mean Baby, what happened last night?”

“You mean you don't remember? I mean after doing it four times I thought for sure you wouldn't forget”, you give a flirty wink.

Hoseok was in total shock. FOUR TIMES! He knew he was a good lover, but for heaven's sake that was too much on a drunken night.

“All I remember is going to a party with Seokjin and drinking a couple of drinks, and then everything goes blank.”

You smiled and blushed. It was as if you both shared a secret but unfortunately he wasn’t able to recall at all “Oh that was some party last night. Especially the one you and I had here. I mean for a man who claims he doesn’t desire me you couldn’t keep your hands off of me” you looked down and traced circles in his chest while the hue of your cheeks went a little more red “Even when it's my first time without a condom it still was incredible!”

HOLY SHIT! He had fucked you without a wrapper. If he was feeling bad before for doing this the fact that you had entrusted him to fuck you without a condom made him feel even crappier. Jung Hoseok was many things in this life but he was a gentleman first and foremost and he would never fuck without a condom, especially on the first go. But how do you tell a girl who is over the moon about your sexual prowess that you remembered nothing?

“Y/N, I'm sorry but last night was a mistake.”

Bad start. He knew better than to start with the M word just as you were happy about this. You started forming the cutest pout with a splash of sadness coming from your eyes. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave to kiss your lips and take away that sad expression. But no, this is time to focus.

“What do you mean a mistake? You were the one who actually begged me to do it. I was saying no, but you kept insisting.”

Hoseok sat up and took his hair off his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This must be wrong, he would never beg a girl to have sex with him. "Ok calm down Hoseok I'm sure you must be dreaming. Y/N isn't here and you are just dreaming. Yeah, you are just having an erotic dream about Y/N"

He rubbed his eyes and even pinched himself, but it was useless, you were still there. Then panic struck him like a hammer. What if he got you pregnant? Damn, he was a goner if Krystal knew what he had done since she hated his guts more than anyone.

“Are you ok, Hobi? You don't look so good”

HOBI? A cute ass nickname? Really? Just how far did all this go?

“I….don't remember anything last night” He said nervously “I am so sorry”

A pained expression covered your face as you clutch to the bed sheets, “But you said you loved me. that you would treat me right. Are you saying you lied to me?”

“Technically it’s not a lie since I don’t remember” he tried to joke it off but that only made things worse because your face was just even more sad. Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, “Again, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I normally dont sleep around so easily. I’m always more focused on my dancing that I never think of girls.

“But what about those other girls you dated? Momo and the other girl?” you asked surprised.

Hoseok sighed and sat up straight. this had been thrown in his face so many times before it was necessary to set the record straight, “Ok so let me clear that once and for all, Momo is my dance partner and nothing else. She and I never dated and it was all a dumb rumor that grew way out of proportion. Besides she’s in a happy relationship with Jeongyeon, the other girl in the picture”

You blink for a second, disbelieving the statement the naked man in front of you had just said. It couldn’t be wrong. All the indications said otherwise, there was no way this could be true.

“But I saw the pictures...And the kiss emoji...you two were so close. And then the tons of girls that you go after.”

“Nope, Momo is completely utterly in lesbians with her girlfriend. Funny you mention that because Jeongyeon believed that same rumor and for the longest time hated my guts thinking I was going to snatch her girlfriend. But that time we went to dinner all together we bonded and she doesn’t hate me as much” He chuckled lightly reminiscing the many colorful threats and hard, cold stares Jeongyeon would throw at him from time to time, “and the other girls are just fans of my dancing and nothing more. I draw a fine line between my fans and myself and I have a rule of never dating a fan. Too troublesome.”

Unbelievable! You think you know a guy and it turns out he’s actually good?? Unreal!

“So you’re not a player?” You ask still blinking in confusion.

“Of course not. I barely go out with friends. Sure girls ask me out and stuff but I mostly just dance, go home, eat, and play videogames. My sex life is pretty dry to be honest. Which is why I’m very surprised I even slept with you”

This was the first of you hearing this. After all this time, you just thought he was always going out and sleeping with different girls, which made hating him easier for you. This entire scene was based on the misconception of this, but it turns out he was just a simple guy who could only think of dancing and if his body was any indication, he truly did it a lot. His abs glimmering in the morning light. You were starting to regret doing this.

You shifted in bed trying to get up scurrying yourself away from him. You needed out of this whole convoluted situation. “Listen Hoseok, I think it’s best if we just put this all behind us. Like you said it’s a mistake and we can just never speak of this again”

“But, you said we fucked without a condom?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, fucked me raw all night. But what does that matter now?”

He saw the precipitation in your eyes. There’s something here more than meets the eye and he wanted you to spill the beans. There was only one way he could get a woman to tell him what he wanted and you were right there ready to do what he pleases.

“I have to take responsibility over this Babe.” the brunet haired Adonis said as his face grew a sneaky smile. “I will have to get you to go out with me and form a relationship….probably even marry you if it turns out you get pregnant”

“Well, you don't have to do that. I mean, this was just something that...happened” You said nervously as Hoseok got closer to you. Each inch making you difficult to breathe, “I can just take the day after pill or something…”

“Oh, but I want to. And I wouldn't mind making you my wife” he said with a very sexy smile. He’s got you cornered just like he wanted you.

“Really?” you said surprised “cause I don't mind that we did it without a condom. I mean we wouldn’t be the first couple to do so... I..I…”

You were interrupted abruptly by a very passionate kiss that Hoseok layed on your lips. It was incredible how easily you felt weak and trembled in his arms as he possessed your lips. You felt the room spin in circles as both of you submerged into kissing each other.

It would be a lie say that you had never imagined yourself kissing Hoseok. Deep down, as much as you grew yourself to hate him you couldn’t really do so. The attractive style, his grace as he walked, the way he seemed to own everything but was never smug about it always pulled you in to him like a magnet. You didn’t hate Hoseok so much as you hated yourself for being attracted to him.

He pulled you close as he deepened the contact you both made instinctively your hands went to his chest and neck. You brain screamed to stop, your heart yelled go, and your body seemed on fire all from just one kiss.

When you both pulled away you were both breathless, lips numb and eyes dark from the passion that formulated within both of you. You had to slap yourself mentally to regain consciousness of reality. This can’t be true! Hoseok would never have feelings for you...right?

“I’m confused, I thought you said...that you didn’t like me” you closed your eyes. The room seemed to spin in its own axis threatening to make you dizzy.

“We said a lot of things online but most of them were fueled by anger I felt. If I’m being honest I didn’t hate our first date. Yes, I will admit I didn’t help make a good impression coming in all sweaty and in my dancing clothes. But overall I had fun and I thought you were cute, peculiar, but cute nonetheless.”

“That’s why the tweets hurt so much for me. I thought we had something but then you went off to complain and then proceeded to date another guy, of course I’d be mad”

Oh my god, your day out with Jungkook! That wasn’t really even a date for you. You felt bad about this whole situation, it was necessary to apologize and tell him the truth of what went on but Hoseok continued talking.

“I was angry at you and then at him but then I became more angry at myself. I was the one who blew it so it’s only natural. I just wanted one more chance to try to mend things but you and I would get into arguments and I must admit I love confrontation with you, it really turns me on”

Your mouth went agape with Hoseok’s confession. This was totally unexpected. You just wanted to prove the point that you were desirable to him but this goes beyond what you expected to get out of him. He took advantage of this moment to continue kissing you his hands spread on your back as he continues to press against you.

Hoseok’s lips spread on your skin beginning with your neck and going down to your breasts. You parted your lips the moment his tongue started getting closer to your bosom but instead of a plea to stop what escaped your lips was a soft moan. Oh how you cursed your body for betraying you.

Hoseok’s eyes looked at you, darkened by the lust he felt as he continued licking and using his teeth on your now hardened nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you and taste you for the longest time. And from here on out you are going to be mine, no more pretty boy for you”

The sexual haze was drowning you to the point of forgetting everything that was going on around you. You needed a moment to think. you needed….

“Hold it right there!”

Hoseok turned to the door and saw Kim Seokjin and Jung Krystal, your personal friends, standing there looking at the couple. Your lover grew angry. “Seokjin this better be good! What do you want?” he said irritated.

“I can't let you take away Y/N’s innocence.”

“What are you going on about Hyung? Innocence? This a private matter between me and Y/N”

Right behind Seokjin, Krystal came out and pushed the rich heir out of the way making her presence be center stage, like the queen she usually was. “Actually no. You and Y/N have never made love to each other” Krystal interjected.

“But last night….”

“You passed out after a couple of drinks. I told you drinking scotch was a bit too hard for you” said Seokjin shrugging his broad shoulders and shaking his head.

The confusion on Hoseok’s face became the most evident. It would explain his lack of memory of any event occurred last night. But was this all really just a ruse? Had all the emotions you displayed right now been a lie?

“And the three of us had a perfect way to prank you” she replied with delight, “well better yet, Seokjin and I made a bet to Y/N that she could pretend to have made love to you. Fortunately for us, she was already buzzed and was looking for a thrill”

You could see Hoseok’s expression changed in that moment. Gone was the smile and the playful smirk and was now being replaced by a stern face. You instantly felt the pang of regret in your chest. If only you had known before about his feelings. Why had you been so blind?!

“I got to say, she is a good actress” said the older hyung, rubbing more salt to the wound.

So it was a prank? He hadn't made love to you? He felt a bit relieved but the other part of him felt angry. Hoseok had revealed his emotions to you so easily. He felt like a fool for trusting you so quickly seeing as how you had previously expressed anger and disgust. That couldn’t have been taken away a in one night and he should have known that.

“How could you do this?” Hoseok said with a somber and serious voice.

“Well at first i did it because Seokjin was going to pay me. When I thought this more I convinced myself that this was payback for all the snarky remarks you did about me being undesirable and i thought what better way to get back at you than to scare you” as you relayed this you could see his face harden with each word until you finished with,

“But then I realized that in reality this was a really great way to get closer to you.”

Hoseok blinked in confusion, “If you wanted to get closer to me then why did you have to make up all this?”

“You think you would have taken time to even get to know me, or even listen to me for more than three seconds without you fighting with me? I wanted to be with you as something more than just the silly girl who you always make fun of.”

Hoseok looked at you tenderly. Even through the competitive nature you both had and the disdain you had always shown him you were a sweet girl. An impulsive one, but sweet nonetheless. He looked at Seokjin and gave him an evil glare.

“Get out now!”

The elder shook nervously behind his tall girlfriend, “Look Hobi-ah we are sorry but please take it easy. We were only having fun.”

“Get. Out. Now!”

Hoseok pulled Seokjin and Krystal out of his bedroom and out of his apartment.

“Wait, what about Y/N? Don't tell me that you are going to punish her?” said Krystal.

“As a matter a fact, I am. My soon to be girlfriend has a thing or two she needs to learn about the consequences of trouble making” Hoseok slamming the door in their faces and directly went back to look at you lying in his bed. His eyes redshot in rage and a stern line on his lips. He walked slowly, like a lion hunting his prey.

“I….I’m sorry” you held the sheets in a tight grip, nervous as Hoseok walked up to you, “I can make this up to you somehow, I didn’t know you liked me and I…”

The moment Hoseok shook right next to your bed, he swiftly pulled you close to him and possessed your lips in one stealthy move. His lips were demanding, pressing you so close to him it gave you no space to breathe or think.

“You wanna make it up to me? How about making that fake scene come true? How about I take your body and mark it mine again and again till you have nothing in your mind other than me?”

His words sent chills up your spine and started a fire in your core. You looked at his eyes, studied his expression as you touched his cheek, then gracing his neck and his chest. Normally your instinct would yell to run and leave, but your body felt numb to instinct craving the attention and the touch of Hoseok’s hands all over you.

“Then make me yours, hot shot. You should know well by now that I never back down from a challenge”

With just a growl as a response, Hoseok pulled away the bed sheets and pushed you down on the bed. He observed your body spread on his bed, waiting for him to fuck you hard and make good on that threat he made. He was determined to enjoy that delicious body of yours slowly till he drove you mad.

Hoseok lowers himself kissing you passionately as his fingers explore your skin, the touch sparking fire on your body, every inch he touched burning. He looked at your nipples for a second as he pinched softly on one of them, the sensation sure to ignite more heat.

But that was just one bump in the road, there’s was much more to explore and have fun with. The moment his fingers reached your core he swiftly entered his digit inside the hot entrance, your pussy already hot and wet from his previous foreplay.

“All hot and wet for me babygirl? You’re feeling rather tight though” with just one finger he started to pump inside “do you think your pussy can take me?”

The challenge, he knew how to get you fired up. You responded to his touch with a soft moan as you grabbed yourself to his shoulders and arched your back. You took advantage of the distraction he had with your breast as he dipped his head to succor your tit to grab a hold of his erect penis, pumping him slowly. The unexpected movement causing him to react to your touch. If he wanted a challenge he’s gonna get one.

“You let me worry about my pussy… unless you think this big fat cock’s not enough?”

Fuck taking this slow, he wanted you right then and there. But just like with dancing he wanted to take this sensual tango for two and make it as long as necessary. He pumped, you pumped, he put another finger inside you while his thumb traced circles to your clit while you tightened the grip on his dick tracing circles on the hot red head. It was all a give and take as you both kept kissing each other almost devouring each other with each kiss.

“Hoseok….i feel like I’m gonna cum soon” you felt the flashes of pleasure come in like a tidal wave and wipe you out in the most delicious way.

You didn’t need to be a psychic to know he had his smug smile come through his face as you descended from your high. Round one went to Hoseok, but the battle wasn’t over yet. “Aww...cumming so soon? And my dick hasn’t even gone inside you yet” he faked a pout.

Your breath hitched for a bit as you closed your eyes on him. Swiftly you push Hoseok on the bed and slithered your way down to his dick, waiting erect and hot for your touch. “Then I guess I better step up my game”

His dick twitched with excitement which brought a smirk to your lips. Your lips sucked the head, the taste salty from his precum. One thing was true, his cock was way too big for you to take. At least with your mouth for sure. You had to use both of your hands to pump while your mouth sucked him in and out at an increasingly slow tempo. Hoseok had slept with many girls in his lifetime but seeing you between his legs bobbing your head and struggling to be able to take his full length inside your mouth was both adorable and erotic. That mouth that once spat vicious things to him was now sucking him off as if life depended on it. He could see you touching your clit trying to get some fun out of this yourself but you opted to just stick to pleasuring him. Your high would come soon after.

But your technique was too good on him in the long run, his orgasm threatening to come any second. You let go of Hoseok’s cock in one pop and it took him all of his inner strength to not come in your face as he saw you; hair messy, lips red from the friction and your eyes darkened in lust.

“Are you not gonna cum for me?” Your catty smile grew wickedly on your face. Seems like you’re both at a tie.

“I’d rather cum inside you” he shifted his weight on his forearms as you lifted yourself back up and kissed him once more. His taste lingered in your mouth triggering a beastly growl from Hoseok as he grabbed your legs to put you in the correct position, grabbing his dick to probe around your hot entrance that was already twitching to be fucked.

The moment his dick entered your core, time seemed to stop. There was no twitter war, no other people, no feuds of any sort. It was just Hoseok and you in a strangely perfect link of body and soul.

For Hoseok, pussy was madness; pleasure feeling so heavenly, the heat feeling like something made from hell. He felt bliss and sin all in one sweet movement of his dick.

You closed your eyes feeling his entire length slowly enter you, the head of his dick gracing the cervix making you see stars so quickly. But Hoseok snapped you back to reality, by literally slapping your ass, eyes fixed on you.

“Look at me while I fuck you, look at me and only me”

“You truly do love an audience when you dance” you said breath shaking with the warning of an impending second orgasm.

“This is my best dance yet, babygirl” he winked, moving his hips slowly and little by little increasing his tempo. Hoseok’s dancing abilities truly shined the moments he fucked you. His hips knew the right force to which to drive you crazy. Soft, soft, hard. Your hips swayed along not wanting to fall back

Your legs locked behind his back as you bounced on his dick. Every second his dick was out, your pussy pulled him right back in. You craved it you needed it like a drug and Hoseok didn’t fall behind. It was crazy just how right you both felt. The crook of his hips gave perfect access for your legs, your beautiful tits bouncing on top of his in the most synchronized way.

“I can’t…I’m gonna cum again...fuck you’re so big inside me”

“Same...your pussy is so good it’s devouring me whole...I can’t wait anymore”

Even while on the verge of an impending orgasm, Hoseok’s mind was knocked into reality. He didn’t have a condom on and cumming inside you would be inconsiderate. And as if you could read his concerns you put your lips close to his ear and whispered: “it’s okay I can take the pill, do good on that promise and mark me as yours Hobi”

“Ffffuuuuckkk!!!” He bellowed as he came on top of you, his hot cum splattering on your insides. Hoseok tumbled down next to you, both of you out of breath and completely dazed after the most amazing orgasm both of you had ever felt.

“This... is way better than a twitter war” you spouted happily as you kissed your brand new boyfriend in his lips.

“Had I known sex would be this great we could have avoided so much shit had we just fucked the first date” Hoseok smirked toyingly.

“Good sir, but I am still a lady!” You feigned indignation, “I never sleep on the first date!”

“Well then, good thing the first one was already over. How about I take you to many more to make up for the one I screwed up?”

“Challenge accepted” you laughed as you continued to lazily kiss each other.

For the rest of the day the two of you decided to just stay in his room where you dedicated the entire day talking about how you felt, about every single misconception between the both of you and of course there was the "obedience lessons".

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For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab. but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did. A lot. again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

*It felt.. nice. The whole evening was quite nice, Ermal had to admit, even with the unusual ambient.

Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him, eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED. Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley? Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in. I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush. So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad. So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages. Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’ And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself. So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages. So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:) but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

#my fics

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allhailkingrooker51 · 5 years

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

A little backstory about this fic - Rooker was in a Budweiser commercial way back in 1984. You can watch it here. Rookerstash (who unfortunately isn’t on Tumblr anymore) suggested amongst the Rooker Hookers that we needed a smutty scenario about the “Cute Beer Can Hat Guy” (as we affectionately called him)...here’s what I came up with.

And once again thank you to @merlesgirl47 , @celticheart72 and Rookerstash for reading this and giving me the courage to post it.

Warnings - NSFW, Smut

It was a picture-perfect day in Chi-town – the sun hanging high in the clear blue sky, a balmy temperature of 72 degrees, a pleasant whisper of a breeze on the air. It was a beautiful day for baseball. Or at least it would have been if the blind date your bestie had set you up with had actually shown. Your friend had been nagging you for weeks to let her set you up with her new co-worker. “He’s sooooo sweet,” she said. “He’s suuuuch a nice guy. He’s perfect for you!” You finally agreed, a little out of curiosity to meet this so-called wonderful guy and a little to finally get her to shut up.

After waiting for him outside the left field gate of Wrigley Field well into the 1st inning, you soon got the hint.

Well, this is just great, you thought. You know what? I give up. You had made up your mind. There weren't any “nice” guys left in the world.

You thought about heading home and drowning away yet another misfortune in your unlucky love life with a pint of ice cream and a good book. But you had already bought a ticket to the game. It had been ages since you had been to a Cubs game. Plus, it was too pretty of a day to spend moping about inside your cramped apartment. So, you picked your chin up and waltzed into that stadium head held high. You weren’t going to let that guy ruin your day.

You found your seat on the third base side and sat content for a while, enjoying all the sights and sounds that come with a ball game. Around the top of the 3rd inning, you were dying of thirst. You got up and went off in search of a concession stand for an ice-cold soda.

You pushed your way through the mob of fans and got in line at the first concession stand you came to. The line must have been 30 people deep, all crammed together like sardines in a can. Finally, after waiting for what felt like a month of Sundays you made it to the front of the line and ordered your soda. As you walked away, someone in quite a hurry bumped into you, spilling beer all over your arm and shirt.

A little peeved, you were just about to give that someone a stern talking to about watching where they were going. However, that all vanished when you looked up and were met with the most gorgeous set of blue eyes you had ever seen, albeit hidden under the bill of a silly novelty baseball cap with a beer can squashed onto the top.

The eyes belonged to a man around 30 years old you figured, holding a hot dog and a half-filled cup of beer, the other half now soaking into your shirt. He was a little taller than you, a handsome face with a square jaw and chiseled cheekbones, and brown curly hair hidden under that hat. He wore a patterned, green short sleeved button up shirt, the first few buttons undone giving a peek of his nicely toned chest, and his khaki shorts hugged him in all the right places.

Your heart literally skipped a beat, something that had never happened before when it came to men. It was instant chemistry, and from the way he was looking at you, you could tell he felt it, too.

He snapped out of it and immediately began apologizing profusely.

“I'm soooo sorry,” he exclaimed. You quickly took notice that his voice was sexy, too.

He moved his beer to his other hand, trying to juggle both the cup and his hot dog at once, and grabbed for a wad of napkins he had stuck in his back pocket. He handed them to you still apologizing.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” you assured him. “It's partly my fault, anyway. I should have been paying more attention.” You took the napkins and wiped your arm dry and then started to dab at the wet spot on your shirt.

“I just..just didn’t want to miss any of the game. I guess I wasn’t watchin' where I was going. I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you. Um...” He looked around frantically trying to figure out what on earth he could do to make this better. He pointed to a little vendor cart selling Cubs t-shirts. “I know, let me buy you a new shirt! So you can get out of that wet one.”

“No, it’s fine, I promise. It really is ok.”

“C’mon, there’s gotta be something I can do.” he pleaded.

You had never seen a man as beautiful as the one who currently stood before you. And the fact that he wore that dorky hat made him even more attractive. Something deep inside told you this was fate. Out of all the people in the stadium, he was the one that ran into you. Surely, it wasn’t just a coincidence.

You scanned your eyes across his hands – no wedding ring. But, surely a guy like him was taken. You were about to find out at least. You had an idea how he could repay you, but it would muster all the courage you had.

“What about you letting me watch the rest of the game with you?” you asked timidly, praying he wasn’t at the game with his girlfriend. You were never this forward, but you didn’t want to lose him just yet.

He obviously never expected that answer and fumbled over his words. “Um, y-yeah..I..uh..yeah..absolutely, c’mon. It's just me and my buddy, and you’re more than welcome to join us.” The look of shock on his face faded into a crooked grin as he turned to lead the way. Your heart melted a little more.

You followed him through the crowd, not minding when you got a little separated on the way. It allowed quite the view of his cute butt in those tight shorts.

When you got to his seat, he introduced his friend who also happened to be a co-worker.

“This is Frank. Frank, this is..um..sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

You introduced yourself to Frank just as your new love interest sat down, quickly drawing your eyes back to him. The way his shorts scooted up his thighs a little when he sat down, the fabric tightening over his crotch revealing a nice bulge, you couldn’t turn away. It was suddenly really hot in Wrigley Field.

You made small talk at first, both of you a little nervous but becoming more comfortable as time went by. Soon, you lost all concentration on the game, focusing your full attention on the blue-eyed, curly-haired dream that had accidentally stumbled into your life.

You learned his name was Allen. He was a city bus driver by day, and by night, an up-and-coming actor, the hot new item on the Chicago theater scene. He had been a Cubs fan since moving to Chicago as a teenager, and he made sure to catch at least one game a week during the season, usually with Frank.

Over the next couple of hours, you got to know one another as much as two people could in that brief span of time, and before long, you both seemed like old friends. And Allen actually listened to you when you spoke and was genuinely interested in what you had to say, something that until now the previous men in your life never did.

When Allen talked, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You were discovering he was just as beautiful on the inside as out. He was respectful and polite, the perfect mix of sweet and a little shy, humble, charming and funny. And that laugh of his? You hoped you never had to go another day without hearing it.

There was no denying you were falling for him.

Now, there was also no denying the sexual tension between the two of you. Since the moment you first laid eyes on him, you had been trying to brush aside the ever-growing feeling of wanting to know what he looked like under his clothes, to sleep with this man you had just met and barely knew. That feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore.

At some point during the conversation, Allen's bare leg accidentally brushed against yours. You swore you felt a spark, an electric surge tingling through your body from where your skin had touched. He looked down mid-sentence, losing his train of thought for a second, before turning to you and smiling. He felt it, too.

By the 7th inning stretch, the stands began to empty as spectators slowly started trickling out of the stadium. The Cubs were down by 12 runs, and it wasn’t looking good for a late-in-the-game rally.

Frank slapped Allen on the shoulder and stood up to leave.

“Alright, Al, I’m headin’ out. Game’s a bust, and I got an early route in the morning.” Frank extended his hand towards you. “It was really nice meeting you. And, hey, don’t let this clown give ya’ too much trouble, hm?”

You smiled and shook Frank’s hand. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” You looked at Allen and swore you saw a little redness appear on his cheeks.

Thankfully, Allen didn’t give any impression that he was ready to leave. You certainly weren’t.

More and more people left, but, unfortunately not the group of drunk bozos in the seats in front of you. At first, it had been fairly easy to ignore them. But they had been getting gradually louder and more obnoxious with every beer they downed – throwing Crackerjacks, cursing, heckling the visiting team's left fielder. They were a real bunch of charmers.

At the bottom of the 8th, the Cubs third baseman was up to bat. He swung on the first pitch, and a loud crack echoed across the field, the unmistakable sound of the ball coming in contact with the sweet spot of the barrel. You knew that ball was going over the fence somewhere. It was a futile effort, the visiting team having scored three more runs in the top half, but it was a homer nonetheless. And you saw the ball heading straight for your section.

The ball was moving like steel to a magnet straight for you. You and Allen stood up in anticipation, Allen's baseball glove at the ready. You put your old softball skills to work and reached up, the ball landing flawlessly right into your hands.

It was just your luck that the three drunk bozos had also jumped up to try to snag the ball. The guy directly in front of you snatched the ball from your hands as soon as you caught it. His pals hooted and hollered, congratulating him, clapping him on the back like he was the one that had made the catch.

Allen immediately saw red. “Hey, man! That’s hers!”

The drunk guy turned around and glared at Allen. “Yeah? Whatchu gonna do aboudit?” he slurred. “How's about you and your ‘lil bitch just sit the fuck down ‘fore I make ya'.” He pushed Allen hard in the chest, nearly knocking him backward against the seats.

Allen’s Irish blood boiled over. The tendons in his neck tightened and he gritted his teeth. If this fucker wanted a fight, Allen was happy to oblige. He drew back his fist, seconds away from clocking the drunk bastard across the face when you grabbed his arm. You shook your head no. “It’s not worth it. C’mon.” You took his hand and started to lead him away, the trio of drunk guys still hurling insults at your backs.

Allen protested, “But..but..that ball’s yours! You caught it fair and square. And I’m not gonna let that little shit talk about you that way.” He was pissed no doubt. But you had plans to take his mind off being angry. All of your feelings that had been building for Allen the last couple of hours were already at a peak and this incident just sent them exploding over the edge. The way he had just stood up for you, outnumbered and risking getting his ass kicked for a woman he had just met, it was making your panties wet just thinking about it. You wanted him, needed him right then.

You led him out of the stands desperately trying to find the nearest restroom or unlocked utility closet, anywhere that would give the two of you some sort of privacy.

The first available option was a men's bathroom. You barged through the door, Allen in tow. Luckily, attendance had dropped a great deal in the ballpark so the bathroom wasn’t crowded. There was one man, however, washing his hands at the sink. You gave him a glare and he hurried to dry his hands and swiftly shuffled out the door.

Your heart was pounding. You don’t do this. This isn’t you at all. But ecstasy had officially taken over. There was just something about Allen that you couldn’t wait another second to feel his lips on your skin, his hands on your body, caressing places on you begging to be touched.

You yanked him into a stall and slammed the door, locking it behind you. Allen’s mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but from the hardening bulge in his shorts, you could tell he was game.

“Are we really doing this?” he rasped. You pulled off your shirt and draped it over the stall wall. Allen’s eyes grew large. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he gulped.

“That was so fucking hot what you just did.” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him to you, kissing him hard on the mouth and nearly knocking off his stupid beer can hat.

Allen tangled his fingers in your hair, moaning against your kiss as you palmed his bulge and rubbed him over the fabric of his shorts. You quickly broke away from his lips to unbutton his shirt, pushing it back over his broad shoulders. He shuddered as you traced your fingers across his chest down to the lean muscles of his belly. You kept going, undoing the button and zipper of his shorts and tugging them down, his dick springing forward, already dripping from the tip.

He was just as beautiful underneath his clothes.

Everything was happening in a heated frenzy. As much as you wanted this to last, to take your time exploring every inch of Allen’s body, time was of the essence. It was only a matter of time before someone walked in on your little rendezvous.

Allen helped you shimmy out of your shorts along with the lacy red panties you had worn, now soaked with your arousal. He cursed under his breath and pushed his knee between your thighs, using his leg to sweep yours apart. He reached his hand down to your apex, circling your clit with his thumb before gliding one, then two fingers inside the silken curls of your core. You purred beneath his touch, grinding yourself against his expert fingers.

“Allen, I want you so fucking bad,” you begged.

He pulled his hand away and grabbed beneath your thighs with both arms, lifting you up and pressing you against the stall door. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed inside, molding your body with his.

Allen grunted and buried his face against your neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin there as he began to thrust, slow at first but then quickening as he found his rhythm. You tried to be quiet, but you couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure as he plunged his hips into you over and over again, withdrawing and sliding home faster and harder each time. It wouldn’t take long for either one of you to get to the grand slam.

Suddenly, you heard the unmistakable sound of door hinges creaking as someone entered the restroom whistling the melody to “Take Me Out to the Ball Game". The tune came to an abrupt end when the man undoubtedly saw a pair of legs with shorts around the ankles and various sex noises coming from the stall. Once again the door hinges squeaked, this time giving away the man's hasty retreat.

Allen looked at you and you both burst into laughter. It was now no secret what was happening in the men’s bathroom by Section 502.

Despite the interruption, neither one of you dared to end things early, and you soon felt the tension down below pooling in your lower belly. You cried out and threw your head back against the door, digging your nails in Allen’s shoulders as the long, slow ride of your climax coursed through your body, your inner walls tightening and fluttering around Allen’s dick.

Seconds after, you could feel Allen throbbing inside you. “Fuck, I'm gonna come,” he whispered against your ear.

He pulled out and set you down, your legs trembling and nearly giving out beneath you. You circled your fingers around his dick, jerking it in your hand. Allen gripped the top of the stall door, breathing heavy. He closed his eyes and with a moan from deep in his chest, he reached his own peak, marking you across your stomach with warm strands of cum.

Barely giving either of you a moment to recover, Allen kissed you, a slow, passionate kiss that nearly made your knees buckle again. He helped you clean up and handed you your clothes. You glanced at Allen as you redressed. He had a devilish grin on his face as he pulled his shorts up and buttoned them. “Hey, uh, the Cubbies are playing again tomorrow. Early afternoon game. Can we maybe do this again?”

His cheeks blushed immediately, realizing how bad that might have sounded. He started talking 90 to nothing trying to recover. “I-I mean not this exactly…I mean don’t get me wrong, this was amazing…but I just want you know I’m not usually this kind of guy, but I'm not gonna lie, the way you caught that ball earlier kinda turned me on, and you’re just so beautiful and all, and I like you a lot…like a lot..like I’m fallin' for you more and more every second and I'd really like to keep getting to know ya'…I-I mean if it's ok with you, of course… fuck, I can’t think straight around you…y-you know what? I'm just gonna stop talking now.” He let out a much-needed deep breath.

You giggled and put your index finger to his lips. He was cute when he was angry but even more so when he was flustered.

“Yes, Allen, I'll watch the game with you tomorrow.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now let’s get outta here before we’re banned for public indecency.”

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On the way out of the stadium, you passed by the gift shop.

Allen stopped and grabbed your arm, halting you in place. “Hey, wait for me just a sec. I'll be right back.” He disappeared inside.

A few minutes later he came out of the store obviously holding something behind his back. He bit back a smile and handed you what he had been hiding – a souvenir baseball with the Cubs logo on it.

“I mean it's not a home run ball, but…,” his voice shied away.

Now you were blushing. “Thank you, Allen.” You gave him a peck on the cheek, holding the baseball up to your heart. This one meant way more than that stupid home run ball ever would.

Allen walked you all the way to your car, making sure you got there safely.

He opened the driver's side door for you, propping his arms atop the door frame. “So, I'll still see ya' tomorrow? I promise I won’t spill my beer on ya' this time.” He paused. “Well, honestly, I can't really promise that. I can be kind of clumsy sometimes.”

He smiled that lopsided grin again. Man, he was making it so easy to fall harder for him.

Taking his face in your palm, you gently kissed him. “Meet me at the third base gate at noon.”

You got in the car and drove away leaving Allen stunned in the parking lot.

You left Wrigley Field having officially changed your mind.

There was at least one nice guy left in the world and turns out, it was a beautiful day for baseball.

#michael rooker #rooker fan fiction #cute beer can hat guy

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thirstygirlclub · 6 years

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Freak - Tig x Reader (2)

(he’s actually beautiful.)

(last part. was gonna make it smutty but it just didn’t happen. sorry guys)

She walked out of the bar with the shouts of her manager ringing in her ears and her hand screaming in pain. The decision had been made; she was going home. She was going back to Charming; back to her office job, back to the rumours and back to the life of a Croweater. It’s all she had ever known since she was 18 and there was no way that she could think of her life in any other way and it was stupid of her to think she could be anything else.

Packing hadn’t taken long since she didn’t have many possessions anyway. She called a taxi to take her back to the airport and on the way cancelled all of her utilities, rang her landlord to tell him that she had to leave suddenly for family reasons and that he could have all the furniture in the apartment since you wouldn’t need it anymore. She threw the money at the driver then leapt out of the cab and made her way to buy a ticket to the next flight out to California. It was expensive but worth it and before she knew it, she was on a plane back home.

“Hey, um- hi,” she stuttered when Tig answered the phone, “I’m- Tig, I’m home.”

“Are you serious?!” Tig asked excitedly, “Are you really here?”

“I’m at the train station in Stockton. But... yeah.”

Tig laughed happily and told her he would be waiting in Charming. For some reason, the thought of someone waiting for her made her feel less like a failure and a lot less lonely.

Leather black and eyes of blue Sun reflecting in your eyes, like an easy rider Life makes sense when I'm with you Looking back, my past It all seems stranger than a stranger

The sun beat down on her; warming her body and soul. She felt calm for the first time in over a year only to have her heart race when she saw him. He was sat on a wall with his back to her; the reaper on the back of the black leather staring at her and smoke drifting lazily in the still Californian air. He heard her boots scuff against the concrete and stood to face her, keeping his face still even though inside he was elated to see her.

“Hi,” she said to him shyly.

She knew that he wasn’t waiting for her to be kind or friendly; he wanted her to sleep with him because he had always told her she was his favourite. She knew exactly how he liked it and what to do to make him feel good.

“Hey Babe, how you doin’?” Tig asked with a lazy smile.

She ran her hand through her hair and shrugged. There wasn’t really anyway to describe how she was doing at that specific moment in time because there was so many things going on in her mind. She was happy and she had missed the feeling of being home but she was also full of fear and self-doubt that came with admitting defeat and running away from the big, scary world.

“Come on, let’s go home. Everyone is waiting to see you.”

His eyes were so blue. Bluer than she remembered they were and the sun was shining in them and she just sighed. Seeing him was so much better than just talking with him on the phone. When he leant down to take the small suitcase from her hand he kissed her forehead in a way that felt almost too gentle for how he used to be with her. Tig pulled away slowly and looked down at her shocked, wide eyes and grinned, wrinkling his nose and laughing.

“Prospect’s waiting. Let’s go.”

She nodded and walked beside him down the road, smiling when he threw his arm around her shoulders and kept her by his side as they walked towards the car.

She hated to admit how good it was to see them all again. There was a small part of her that wanted to run far away and never look back but that hadn’t worked out so well the last time. Tig sat by her side as she chatted and joked with the guys, with his arm over the back of her chair and his knee resting against hers. It made her feel better about being home.

“So, you gonna get back into your old ways?” Jax asked with a wink.

Her hesitation was long and tense. She didn’t want to be a Croweater anymore but there was nothing else she knew how to do.

“Let the lass settle back first,” Chibs laughed, pushing Jax’s shoulder.

Tig rubbed her upper arm comfortingly; she had told him she didn’t want to be a croweater anymore and he had listened to her crying about how worthless she felt when she was living that life. Tig had sympathised with her when she said that she didn’t know what what she was doing with her life anymore.

“You coming to the party tonight? We’ve got loads of people coming,” Opie asked her.

“Sure, yeah. Why not? I’m sure I can find some party clothes from somewhere.”

“Just don’t wear any,” Jax laughed, “I’m sure no one is gonna mind.”

She shifted uncomfortably but laughed along with them; playing the charming, sexy croweater that she had been for years but Tig could see through it all. He could see how sad she was deep down.

We could slow dance to rock music Kiss while we do it Talk 'til we both turn blue

The party was in full swing. She had used the little bit of money she had left to buy a sexy party dress and a pair of high heels. She hadn’t felt sexy in a very long time and, though she looked slightly uncomfortable, she knew she looked good.

Tig stayed by her side all night; ignoring any croweaters that might come over to talk to him because he only had eyes for her. He had missed seeing her over the past year and he had hated that she was so far away from him but when she called him up and spoke to him about her day and what she was feeling it made him feel closer. She spoke to people and laughed and it was like she had never left. He stood with his arm around her shoulders, hand drawing soft patterns on her upper arm.

“You ok Babe?” Tig asked her when the people talking to her had left.

“Yeah, yeah, just... tired you know? Not done this in a while,” She said to him, looking up and smiling sleepily.

Tig smiled back, slipping his arm down her back to take her by the waist as the jukebox started playing some random song. He lifted her arms over his shoulders and started gently swaying her from side to side in a slow dance kind of way. She smiled again and moved along with him in the middle of the floor while people danced in a slightly more sexual way around them. Croweaters were grinding on other members and the hangarounds leered around drunk but Tig danced with the prettiest girl in the room. She leaned forwards and rested her cheek on his shoulder while he let go with one hand to sweep the hair away from her face to see that she was already looking up at him.

“I missed you Tig,” she said softly.

Tig smiled and tilted her head up just slightly higher so he could press his lips against hers. He sighed, cupped her face with his hand and stroked his thumb along her cheek bone. They still swayed back and forth until the kiss started heating up with her hands winding into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling his face closer and pressing her chest up against his. Tig growled as he tightened his grip on her waist while a few people wolf-whistled around them.

For a second, as Tig pulled away to kiss down her neck, she reconsidered what she was doing and thought about not wanting this life anymore. But then Tig expertly found that spot on her neck that made her knees weak, her heart race and the bottom of her stomach turn in knots. She moaned softly and let her head drop backwards into Tig’s waiting hand. He wound his hand into her hair; keeping her head back in that position so that he could attack her throat with more and more kisses and gentle bites.

The world around her had dropped away. There was nothing else that existed but Tig’s touch and his kisses. In a lust filled haze, Tig pulled away to look at her face and smirked. He pulled her back towards the dorms where she had been with him so many times before.

They fell through the door, already pulling at each others clothing before they had even reached it. The other people in the party had watched on in mild amusement but unfazed by them all but having sex in the bar.

She pushed him back to sit on the bed before pushing the leather from his shoulders and rubbing down his neck and the collar of his shirt. While she was doing this, Tigs hands were running up her thighs. He wanted to tease himself by not revealing her body right away; she looked so good in that dress, but he got impatient with himself. He lifted the hem of her dress up over her hips and grabbed onto her ass firmly as his head rested on her chest above her heart just listening to it racing.

“Tig,” she whispered, “please.”

He knew what she wanted. He knew exactly what she needed in the same way she knew what he needed.

Tig stood up and, quick as a flash, turned so they switched places. He threw her back on the bed so that her back his the blankets. She ran her hands through her hair with a sigh as his fingers traced patterns of electricity along the skin of her stomach and down her legs. She writhed under his touch, moaning softly as he ran them back up; pushing the dress further up her body and she ripped it off of her in frustration because she just wanted him to touch her. Tig smiled when he saw her eyes pleading with him, begging him to give her the release that she craved.

“Be patient, babygirl,” he cooed and kneeled above her.

The thigh between her legs gave her some relief to the ache that was starting to build the longer he kissed her lips and ran his hands along her chest. She fought to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt but he pulled his hands away from the now exposed skin of her breasts to pin her hand up above her head. She whined in frustration and ground herself more against his thigh as his lips muffled the sounds coming from her mouth.

“Patient,” he whispered to her, “I want to enjoy this, you understand?”

She nodded silently. She loved the way he was with her; so caring and gentle but also commanding and forceful. He always whispered such kind things about how sexy she was and how good she was for him. Tig would tell her she was the girl for him. He would tell her that he would be the guy to take her away from the life she hated so much and she would believe him every time.

“I missed you babygirl. I missed you so much. No one is as good as you; no one does it like you do.”

And she fell for it, hook line and sinker. She fought against his grip and this time he let her free. He craved her touch as much as she craved his and when her hands cupped his face he faltered because that one action just felt so intimate. It was more intimate than how they used to be. As much as she wanted him to just have his way with her and fuck her until she turned to jelly and a moaning, whimpering mess like he used too but then, at the same time, she just wanted someone to be with her.

“Tig,” she sighed softly and stroked his face gently, “just be here. Please Tiggy.”

Tig’s eyes softened when he looked away from her beautiful body up to her even more beautiful face. She looked sad and it made him think about all the times that she had called him crying because she felt so lonely when she was away. He touched her hair before running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Just... be here.”

“I’m always gonna be here,” Tig whispered, “you know that.”

She sighed and pushed him away from her then sitting up to pull her knees to her chest. Tig was confused; she had never pushed him off of her before.

“Babe?”

She looked at him and she just looked... lost. She looked so lost and small sat in the middle of the bed looking at him with big scared eyes and he felt bad.

“You aren’t though, are you Tiggy?” She asked him shakily, “You always say that. You always say that you are going to be here for me, that you’re gonna take me away but-”

Tig scrambled up the bed so he was sat beside her and wrapped her up in his arms with her head resting in the crook of his neck before she could let any tears escape from her eyes. She rested her hand on his chest, gripping his shirt in her hands and trying to hold him closer; desperately trying to get the comfort and warmth she needed. Tig wasn’t even angry they weren’t fucking because, honestly, her needs were greater than his right now.

“I am going to be here. Let me prove it,” Tig whispered to her, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head tenderly.

“How?”

“I don’t know Babe, just let me try.”

She raised her head to look at him and nodded slowly. She didn’t believe him, not at all, but she so desperately wanted to. Tig smiled down at her, blue eyes looking deeply into hers and shining with happiness that he finally had her back. He knew this time would be the time that she would finally be his and he wouldn’t have to share her with the rest of the guys anymore.

#tig trager #tig trager imagine #tig trager fanfiction #tig trager headcanon #tig trager prompt #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy prompts

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baneismydragon · 7 years

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Draw me Like one of your French Girls... Part 1

This fic is dedicated to @yunyin who was a big part of bringing it about in the first place ^_^ (Warning some spoilers for ML Season 2- (Just the stuff we knew during the hiatus nothing important from the new episodes)

“Listen furball, I am ten times as sexy as you are. That is just a fact. People would pay to see pictures of me.”

“People DO pay to see pictures of me,” Chat shot back.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he grumbled, “the point is that I am obviously the sexier of the two of us.”

“Guys, I know this is a slow patrol night but you are giving me a headache,” Rena Rougue sighed, dropping down onto the platform and sprawling onto her stomach against the cool metal of the tower.

“Wait,” Chat said with a terrifying grin, “Rena. My dear, darling, friend.”

“Oh this can’t end well.”

“You are a fox of impeccable taste are you not?”

“Maybe.”

“And you are an excellent judge of both male and female attractiveness as well, are you not?”

“Ladybug is the hottest out of all of you,” she smirked, not bothering to get up.

“Yes, that is a given, but the point is-”

“The point is that I could pull off sexy far better than this mangy stray,” Bee interrupted.

“Could not.”

“Will you two please just stop fighting, it’s been too hot to deal with this level of stupid,” Rena sighed.

“It’s not stupid, my honor is at stake!” Bee huffed. “If you want us to stop then tell him that I clearly would be better suited to being a sex icon than he would.”

“Foxy lady, please tell Bee that she is clearly pollinating the wrong flower.”

Rena groaned. Clearly there would be no reasoning with the two of them until this had been hashed out.

“Fine I will judge your stupid contest. We just get a picture of each of you and then we can decide who wins.”

Both of her partners eyes light up with an unholy gleam and then turned to face each other with a terrifying intensity.

“Ground rules-” Chat said, “sketches only, no color, has to be done in 48 hours.”

“Agreed. Also no professionals, they are too easily bribed.” Bee shot back.

“Um...Guys…”

“Agreed.” Chat plowed on. “Realism only no alternate styles.”

“Like I want some anime portrait you weeb.”

“Says the girl who marathoned Mai-Hime last weekend.” “I told you that in confidence you mangy cat! You are so going down.” Bee glowered lifting off the ground in irritation, her wings fluttering.

“You wish,” Chat purred.

“GUYS!”

“We meet back here in 48 hours and Foxy and LB vote on the winner.” Chat said, pulling out his baton and twirling it for good measure.

“Deal. See you then whiskers.”

And before Rena Rouge could even get another word out, both of her partners had disappeared into the night.

“I meant we could just take a picture on my phone…” she muttered into the silence. She didn’t look forward to explaining this to Ladybug before patrol on Sunday.

~~~

Marinette stretched as she finally stood up from her sewing table. She felt bad about having ditched out on patrol, but she had really needed to get this dress done for her aunt.

Besides it wasn’t like her partners couldn’t handle a night on their own.

“Well Tikki I think I am going to head to-”

She stopped talking as she heard a soft repetitive tapping against her skylight.

Well that couldn’t be a good sign.

She nodded to Tikki who quickly darted into her hiding spot in one of Marinette’s plants, and hurried up the ladder to her loft to let Chat into the room.

“Hey, stranger,” she teased, “so what brings you to my side of town? Don’t you guys usually have patrols on Fridays?”

“Been keeping up with the Ladyblog I see,” Chat said, dropping down onto the bed and flashing his trademark grin.

“That’s not an answer to my question,” Marinette replied, climbing back down to her main room with Chat on her heels.

“Eh, it was a slow night. Also I need a favor.”

“A favor?” Marinette asked, settling down into her desk chair and leveling him with her best ‘What did you do now’ stare. She really hoped she wasn’t going to have to help him break into the Louvre again.

“Don’t worry nothing illegal this time,” Chat said as if reading her thoughts and putting a hand over his heart, “just a simple project that you are particularly well suited for.”

“Am I making you cookies again?”

“No. I mean if you WANT to I won’t say no, but that’s not why I am here. I need you to paint me.”

“What?”

“Well, not paint. Draw me. Black and White, pencil, full body. As sexy as possible if you don’t mind. Oh and I need it by Sunday night.”

Marinette glared at her intruder.

“Oh that’s all?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much all I need.”

Marinette picked up a ball of yarn sitting on her desk and threw it at Chat’s head.

“You can’t just barge into someone’s house and order them to draw a pin-up of you.”

“I didn’t barge in, I knocked.”

“That is not the point, you still just waltzed in and expected me to draw you.”

“Well you do draw.”

“Yes fashion. Not on demand portraits.”

“I am also not demanding, I asked for a favor.”

“Yeah well my answer is no. It’s not like I sit around hoping for you to stop in so I can draw you as some sex god.”

“But you do think I am a sex god?” Chat smiled leaning in just a little too close and laughing when Marinette shoved him away with a blush. “Yes, I have so got this!”

“You haven’t got anything. You can’t just ask people for free drawings, do you know how much time and effort these things take! It’s not like I sit around drawing all day you know.”

“I can pay you.”

“Fine, I want a new serger. Top of the line.”

“Done.”

“Wait, I was kidding.”

“I wasn’t. I can have it for you tomorrow.”

“Chat those cost like 600 Euro. You can’t just waltz in with a high end serger.”

“Sure I can, we have like 8 of them lying around the East Wing,” Chat said with an off handed wave.

Marinette simply stared at him.

“So can you do it or not?” he asked with a pout. “I need an answer cause I only have 48 hours.”

“You’re serious,” Marinette said. “You are actually offering to bring me a new serger if I draw a portrait of you.”

“A sexy portrait.”

“Whatever.”

“Yes. Like I said, this is very important and I know I can trust you.”

“Wow, that’s… actually really flattering. Ok, in that case I guess I accept.”

“Great. So I figure we can meet up tomorrow for the actual sketch. You get done at school around 12 right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. I’ll be here by 12:15.”

Marinette nodded and watched as Chat did some sort of odd victory dance.

“So are you going to tell me what this is about?”

“Oh it’s just a small bet I have with a friend. I am totally going to win though.”

“I guess it’s nice to know you have so much faith in me,” Marinette said.

“Well... I mean I was going to ask Nathaniel, but I figured that might get awkward with the whole sexy thing.”

“Wait I was your SECOND choice?”

~~~

Nathaniel was pretty sure he must have fallen asleep, because there was no other explanation he could think of for why one of Paris’ masked Heroines was literally crawling in through his apartment window.

“Ugh,” Queen Bee huffed as she awkwardly clambered into the room, “I know you are all bohemian artsy and whatnot but would it kill you to have bigger windows?”

He said nothing, simply staring as the heroine looked around his room.

“Well you certainly have enough stuff,” she said, gesturing towards the walls and desks cluttered with various art supplies. “Yes, you will do nicely.”

“Um… I am sorry, did I miss something?” he asked, blinking a few times for good measure. Nope she was still here.

“I need you to do me.”

Nathaniel jolted backwards, tripping on a power cable and crashing back into his drafting table.

“You need me to what?”

“Draw me. You know that whole art thing you do?”

“Oh, right… that makes a lot more sense. Actually no. No it doesn’t.”

“God, I knew this was going to be difficult. Ok. I,” she pointed at herself, “need you,” she pointed back to Nathaniel, “to draw a picture of me. By Sunday. I figure if you can make little miss goody goody pigtails look attractive this should be a piece of cake.”

“Okay,” Nathaniel said rubbing his temples in an attempt to starve off his oncoming headache, “either I have gone insane or you have, because I have no idea what you are talking about. Was there an akuma? Should I be looking for cover or something?”

“No, I just need you to draw me. And make it sexy. I mean I am always sexy, but it needs to be like extra sexy. Try not to drool on my picture. You’ll do great.”

Nathaniel was fairly certain he was the source of the oddly choked wheezing noise that sounded when Queen Bee patted him approvingly on the head.

“Um, Queen Bee…”

“Just Bee is fine. We have a working relationship now.”

“Ok, Bee… why am I drawing you, exactly?” Nathanael asked, side stepping away from his uninvited guest and sitting down on his drawing stool.

She blinked as if he had asked her to explain the current state of the geopolitical climate and not a simple question. “Because I asked you too,” she said.

Nathanael opened his mouth to argue that you can’t just tell an artist to draw you because they can, but realized that the girl currently thumbing through his portfolio could probably toss him one handed out of his previously acknowledged small window, and thought better of it. She could be under the influence of an akuma. It was hardly unprecedented after all for one of the heroes to get caught in the crossfire after a fight, and without more information it was best to stay on her good side.

“These are actually really good,” Bee said with a smile, and Nathanael felt his cheeks reddened at the compliment, “I always did have an eye for quality.” She shot him a playful wink and Nathanael wondered if he could die of embarrassment. If nothing else he was pretty sure that his skin was the same shade as his hair.

“Well, um… I guess I could draw you as a commission. It would cost-” he began, but before he could finish Bee’s whole face lit up delightedly and she squealed.

“I already thought of that,” she grinned, reaching into the small weapon satchel on her hip and drawing out a pile of bills that she slammed onto the table next to him. “Oh this is going to be so great! I can’t wait to see the look on his stupid face! So, we aren’t going to do the actual drawing here right? I don’t think the lighting is going to set me off to my best advantage.”

“That’s like 500 Euro,” Nathaniel gasped, staring down at the pile of money.

“Yeah, that should be plenty for a deposit, you’re not Degas you know.”

“A deposit?” Nathanael gasped.

“Yeah, I know how this works. You get the rest when we are done, I don’t want you going crazy with artistic liberties or whatever. This has to be perfect. We can meet up tomorrow at the park next to your school at the end of classes and go from there ok?”

Nathanael looked at Queen Bee, smiling like she had just won the lottery. He felt a sinking feeling in his gut that taking this assignment on was going to end up being a lot more complicated than just doing a simple drawing. His eyes drifted to the pile of cash. He really did need to replace his drawing tablet. Not to mention the other supplies he could purchase if she was serious about this just being a deposit.

“Oh what the hell,” he sighed, “where in the park do you want to meet exactly?”

~~~

True to his word Chat Noir arrived on her balcony promptly at 12:15, the promised serger in his arms and a devilish smile on his face.

“I trust this will meet with your approval? It’s supposed to be an excellent brand but my f- my supplier favors a different company, so this one was destined to collect dust for all eternity.

“I can’t believe you actually got me a serger,” Marinette breathed, trying not to drool at the exquisite piece of equipment that apparently now belonged to her.

“Well, shall we get started?” Chat said.

Marinette nodded and they both climbed down into her room.

“So,” Marinette began sitting down in her computer chair and grabbing up her sketchbook and pencil, “how exactly do we want to do… thi… Chat what are you doing?”

She watched, fascinated, as Chat rushed around her room with a strangely determined expression, adjusting curtains and angling her chaise lounger.

“We need some up lighting. Do you have- oh never mind I see one,” he said grabbing a clip light she had attached to the window by her dress form and repositioning it.

For about 20 minutes he moved, tweaked, and adjusted every available light source in her room. Then when he was finally content with his work he grabbed the back of her chair and spun her into position with a triumphant flourish.

“What was that?” Marinette asked, finally breaking out of the stupor brought on by his uncharacteristic behavior.

“70% of great composition is good lighting,” Chat said with the parroting tone of someone who had heard that phrase a thousand times.

“Do you work for a photographer or something?”

Chat laughed delightedly, “You could say that. So what sort of pose would you like me in mademoiselle artist? Remember we need this to be sexy.”

“Oh dear,” Marinette said teasingly, “I don’t know if I know any poses that can make pun loving nerds sexy.”

He glared playfully at her and pounced onto the chaise.

“Oh I know,” she continued with a giggle, “if we want to be thematic we should try to stay with the cat aesthetic, maybe have you lay on your back with your paws in the air!”

“Very funny princess.”

“Ooo! Or how about that thing where cat’s stretch and stick their butts in the air! I am sure your admirers would love that.”

“Well I do have a fantastic butt,” Chat smirked, “but this is actually very important. So how do you want me Marinette?”

Marinette ignored the nervous little flutter in her stomach at his phrasing and tried to think. After all, she was getting paid extremely well to do this and she owed it to her friend to try her best.

“Alright well why don’t we try a sort of, lounging pose? Try laying back or something.”

“Sure,” Chat said, his brow furrowing in concentration for a moment before he swooned back onto the chaise, one arm above his head, one leg dangling lazily off the lounger, and his face angled slightly up as he gave her a knowing, come hither smirk.

Before today, Marinette would have said that she knew just about everything a person could know about Chat Noir without compromising his identity. They had been partners for almost 3 years, he had been friends with her as Marinette as well for 2 of those. She knew his favorite flavor of ice cream, his ticklish spots, how to make him purr and that fact that he would always get embarrassed when he did. She knew how he liked his tea and that he would mouth along with his favorite movies. She knew he was kind. She knew he was brave. She knew he was sometimes oblivious and prone to occasional bouts of jealousy. She knew he was easily entertained and would literally die for the people he cared about if it came down to it. She knew that he was a nerd with a terrible sense of humor. What she hadn’t known- or at least hadn’t truly understood on more than a hypothetical level before this very moment- was that Chat Noir was also very, VERY sexy.

She stared open mouthed at boy… man… ridiculously pretty cat thing in front of her, her pencil hovering uselessly over her sketchpad. He stayed perfectly still, all lithe lines and easy grace, as if sprawling on a couch looking like he was waiting to be devoured by hormone riddled females was his day job.

Where was her rambunctious, guileless partner, with his over-wide smiles and constant fidgeting? Who was this intense, restrained, gorgeous figure that had taken his place? And was there any way she could get a refund on her sanity?

She heard a soft thud and her cheeks flamed as she realized she had dropped her pencil.

“I donnow, I don’t think I am feeling this pose,” she babbled as she scrambled to retrieve her fallen pencil and calm her frazzled nerves, “Wh..why don’t you try sitting up? Maybe something more… I don’t know… uh… formal?”

“Okay,” Chat said with a shrug, completely clueless to the mental and emotional roller coaster she was experiencing as he adjusted into a new pose.

He sat forward on the edge of the chaise, one leg tucked up while the other foot rested lightly on the floor. One hand propped lightly against his knee while the other braced against the couch. This time his head was slightly tucked down, his brilliant green eyes looking up with a captivating gleam and his lips softly curved in a half sheepish, half hopeful smile that was somehow five times more devastatingly appealing than the smirk had been.

“This better?” he asked without the slightest trace of sarcasm or suspicion.

“Yeah… great,” Marinette gulped.

“Okay! Make me sexy princess,” he said, his grin widening for just a moment before falling back into his pose.

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Marinette muttered. Ignoring the heat she could feel rising in her cheeks, she began to sketch.

___

Nathaniel wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved when he saw Queen Bee trying, and failing, to hide herself behind a tree in the school courtyard.

Several of his other school mates had already caught sight of the hero and were giggling amongst their friend groups or pulling out phones to grab some pictures.

“Psst! Nathaniel! NATHA- ugh- I’m over here!” She began frantically waving him over, clearly struggling not to resort to shouting at him.

Nathaniel bit back a smile as he watched the out of place superhero, clearly oblivious to the stares and whispers she was garnering. The lack of stealth was actually rather endearing. He was almost tempted to pretend that he didn’t see her just to see what she would do, but decided it wasn’t worth it to press his luck with someone who could probably pick him up with one hand.

He hurried over and as soon as he was in grabbing distance found himself hauled into a nearby bush.

“Oh good you’re here! So Nath, can I call you Nath?”

“Um… no?”

“I’m gonna call you Nath. So anyways Nath, I have the perfect place for you to work, it will be a much better atmosphere than your cramped little bedroom. I assume you have everything you need?”

Nathaniel blinked. “I have a sketchbook and my pencils, but-”

“Perfect! OK! Let’s go!”

“Wait what do you- OH MY GOD…” and without any further warning Nathaniel found himself desperately clinging to his new patroness as she lifted them both effortlessly into the sky.

The next few minutes were a blur for Nathaniel. I was fairly sure that Queen Bee had yelled something at him, but it was drown out by his own occasional scream of terror as they zoomed horrifyingly close to chimneys, spires, and even one particularly menacing looking (at least at the time) clock tower.

By the time they landed at their destination his vision was blurry and he was trying not to throw up.

“See, here we are safe and sound,” Bee said happily. She slapped him on the back and Nathaniel staggered forward.

“Jeez, you really don’t like flying do you? Sorry. I’ll go slower next time.”

“Next time…” Nathaniel wheezed, allowing Bee to pull him forward from the balcony and through the large glass doors.

“Here, sit. Let me get you some water. That’s what you want right? Water?”

“Water would be great,” Nathaniel said, letting out a long breath as she hurried off to complete her task. Now that he was no longer in fear of being dropped to his death, Nathaniel allowed himself to relax and catch his bearings.

He looked around the large suite, noting the impressive amount of natural lighting, the lavish furnishings… the very familiar furnishing.

He stood up, rushing over to the other side of the room. Sure enough, there was a large king sized canopy bed, complete with the Ladybug plush pillow and a small, well loved yellow bear.

“Nath? Nath, where did… oh, there you are. I have your water,” Bee said, holding out the glass with a smug little grin.

“OMG You’re Chloe,” Nathaniel said.

“What,” Bee said, her voice taking on a familiar shrillness, “no I’m not, why would you say that?”

It was like a lightswitch had turned on in his brain. Now that he knew everything seemed so obvious. How could it be anyone BUT Chloe. She had her looks, her voice, her mannerisms. Nathaniel had drawn dozens, maybe hundreds of pictures of all of the five heroes, yet somehow he had never made the now obvious connection. It must have been some kind of magic. It was the only thing that made sense. Either that or he was the world’s biggest idiot.

He was going to go with magic.

“You’re Chloe,” he said again, mostly because his brain was still trying to process the fact that one of the beloved heroes of Paris was actually the school’s reigning queen of terror.

“Of course I am not Chloe! I mean… that would be stupid. Plus, Chloe is like, really busy being fabulous and probably out buying those amazing Dulci pumps I’ve been meaning to grab for forever.”

“Really?” Nathaniel said skeptically.

“Obviously,” she said with a dramatic flip of her hair, though her voice trembled nervously.

“We are in your room,” Nathaniel pointed out flatly.

“Yeah, so?”

“So I’ve been to your room before Chloe!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she insisted stubbornly. “Besides everyone says that this Chloe person is really mean. And I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m a hero.”

Nathaniel felt his heart soften a little in spite of himself at her vulnerable tone. He stared at Chloe, so many things clicking into place now that he knew her secret. Her continued obsession with Ladybug, her complete turn around on her opinion of Chat Noir whom she had always been dismissive of back in their first year of college. Her slow but steady attempts to be nicer to everyone in the school who wasn’t named Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“You know Chloe has actually gotten a lot better these days,” he said cautiously.

“You… you think so?” she asked breathlessly, and Nathaniel couldn’t quite hold back a soft smile.

“Yeah,” he said, and she beamed. The smile lit up her whole face and for the first time Nathaniel caught a glimpse of Chloe hiding behind all the pride and hostility. The Chloe Adrien had always insisted was buried deep down waiting for a chance to come out. It seems he had been right.

“You know,” he added “Adrien was even mentioning it the other day, how it was nice that people were getting to see you as the friend he’s known for so long and not just the class bully.”

He watched amused and Chloe puffed up with pride, her smile melting into her signature smirk.

“Well I would hope so! Given how much work I have put in to following all his stupid rules about proper behavior, including the one where I’m apparently not even allowed to brag about the effort I am putting out, the least he can do is make sure that everyone is appreciating... “ she trailed off and looked at him with a wide eyed, horrified expression.

“Appreciating what, Chloe?”

“Oh crap…”

___

Well I hope you guys have enjoyed this so far!

I was going to finish the whole thing and post it in one go, but A. Its way longer than I meant it to be and B. The middle section that I am trying to clean up is giving me burn out so I need some positive reinforcement lol. Anyways I am still working on in even as I post this so more might go up today, it will probably all but up before the week is out lol. Anyways hope you liked it so far! See you soon!

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Daddy Issues

Requested by @duryik - Ok I’ve got an idea (Another Josh x reader) So your just moved into a new apartment like a few weeks ago so you don’t really know the neighbors. You get locked out of your apartment (with your phone in there) so you go across the hall to ask to borrow their phone to call your super and when the door opens you’re greeted with a sweaty sexy Josh who just came back from practice (maybe he needs to blow off some steam 😉)and one thing leads to another he’s nailing you with a (daddy and choking kink.

I also had a separate private request to add face sitting to a fic so I threw that in here too.

So I based this off my own real life "daddy issues" I thought it would be therapeutic to write about or cathartic as Tyler would say. But basically, this same exact scenario happened to me except my dad didn't call me he just showed up at my new house with bags backed like I was just gonna let him move in. Oh and he also wasn't 'allowed' at my wedding either but those are stories for another day... Josh is in the band in this but reader is written as being unfamiliar with the band and who Josh is.

You can listen to the daddy kink playlist used in this fic here, feel free to suggest more songs it’s pretty short.

Pairings: Josh x Reader

Warnings/tags: daddy kink, choking, face sitting

You hang up your phone, and whip it into the couch. It bounces off and lands on the floor with a thud as tears of anger sting the corners of your eyes and stream down your face. It was just like your father to be a manipulating selfish asshole. You should be used to this by now he's been like this ever since he left you and your mom for another woman when you were ten. You've hardly seen him since except for split holidays and the court ordered every other weekend visitations while you were growing up. Even then he hardly spoke two words to you unless it was to brag about a big buck he killed hunting, or to berate you for being bisexual after your new stepsister outed you. But luckily, kindly reminding him that adultery is also 'against the bible' quickly put an end to that. Still, with that information, you quickly became his pawn in a messy divorce and child support battle. "Tell your mom not to take your father back to court for child support or I'll tell your little secret on the stand if she does," his new wife would threaten and he'd allow. He also missed a lot of important events in your life including your sweet sixteen; he wasn't allowed to go per his new wife. It's not like he even remembered your birthday anyway, he'd call to say Happy Birthday in May when your birthday's in March, and you'll never forget the time he called to ask you for your birth-date for some paperwork for his job.

As you grew older you spoke less and less often years would go by without a word. But of course the second he heard through the grapevine that you've moved out of your mother's house and now have an apartment of your own he calls. Apparently several years and four more kids later, his new wife cheated on him and kicked him out and now he needs a place to live. While you couldn't be any more pleased with karma, the audacity of your father's request to live with you filled you with such rage that all you could do was laugh maniacally at the absurdity before you hung up.

You decide to go for a walk to calm down and help clear your head but the second you close the door to your new apartment behind you, you realize you locked your keys inside. Frantically, you tap your pockets looking for your phone to call your best friend who has a spare when it suddenly it hits you that in your emotional state you absentmindedly left it inside as well.

Well, this is one way to meet my new neighbors, you think to yourself as you knock on the door across the hall to ask to use the phone.

"Coming!" You hear a male voice shout, as you quickly wipe your face with your hands hoping your makeup is not streaked all over it. "Can I help you?" A colorful haired man asks from behind the chain latch of the now slightly ajar door.

"Hi..umm ..yes sorry to bother you but I just moved in across the hall and I accidentally locked my keys and phone inside and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to bring me a spare,” you ramble like an idiot, what a great first impression I'm making on the new neighbors already. You think to yourself.

"Yeah sure hold on," he says before closing the door. You can hear the clang of the sliding chain lock. "You don't recognize me, do you?" He asks once he opens the door back up. It seems like an odd question and you study him briefly thinking maybe you've met before. But you're fairly certain you would remember the gorgeous creature before you with brightly colored hair, and a wet sculpted body with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"I'm sorry were you in the shower when I knocked? You ask apologetically, "But no, I'm sorry I don't recognize you, should I?"

"No, it's okay I like it better this way," he smiles as he closes the apartment door behind you . "and no I was just about to get in actually I'm all sweaty from drum practice, but don't worry about it I'd rather help a pretty girl in distress," he smirks. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll grab you my phone."

You take a seat on the couch and he returns a few moments later cellphone in hand. He's now wearing an extremely low riding pair of grey sweatpants that don't leave anymore to the imagination than the towel did. You can't help but stare at the chiseled V of his hips that are drawing your eyes down to the slight cloth covered bulge below as he hands you the phone. The sight is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together; God, what you would do for a nice orgasm as a distraction right now.

"Need anything, water, LaCroix, Red Bull?" He calls from behind you now in the kitchen of the open floor plan, as you scour your brain, silently cursing technology for not allowing you to recall your best friends phone number without it so conveniently listed in your contacts.

How about for you to fuck me until I forget. Your mind wanders. but "Water's fine," is all you say.

"Sure thing," he answers. "So how'd you manage to lock your phone and keys inside anyways? You looked pretty upset when I answered the door, like you'd been crying," he asks as he reaches into the fridge for a bottle of water.

"Ugh long story short, but my piece of shit father who's never been there for me suddenly needs a place to live, and really thought I would let him live with me. I just wanted to go for a walk and clear my head, and in my anger, I absentmindedly left them behind."

"Oooh, Daddy issues!" He speaks with a low growl, his voice dripping with suggestion, knowing girls who didn’t have a proper father figure growing up are far more likely to have a daddy kink than those who did. The cold water bottle makes contact with the palm of your hand as he takes a seat and hands it to you, but rolls to the floor when you don't grab it; your hands instead planting themselves firmly on the colorful-haired man's chest pushing him down on the couch, a knee on either side of his hips as you connect your lips to his. He parts his lips and moans into the kiss as his tongue slides against yours.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I should really go," you jump back breaking the kiss.

"Shhhh Babygirl, don't be sorry Daddy's got you," He whispers brushing his thumb over your lips, his other fingers caressing your cheek softly, as his free hand slips his phone into his pocket; because you won't be needing it and he has plans.

"Oh fuck," You practically moan as his words ignite a warmth in your abdomen, and you reconnect your lips once again.

"Bedroom?" He pulls back momentarily to suggest.

"Bedroom," you repeat with a nod of your head like you forgot the word ‘yes’.

On your way to the bedroom, he tangles his left hand in your hair using his grip on it to keep your face close to his and your mouths latched, the free hand of his tattooed arm swiftly undoing the buttons of our blousy top, and sliding it off your shoulders, your bra to follow.

Inside his room, he sinks down on the edge of his bed grabbing you by your jean-clad backside and pulling you close. With his lips dancing over the horizon of flesh and jean along your lower abdomen and his eyes burning into yours, he unzips them and begins tugging them down. Assisting him, you slip your thumbs into the waistband and shimmy your hips as you pull the tight fabric over your backside and down your thighs.

"Fuck, I wanna feel these thighs wrapped around my head, Babygirl," he breathes as he strokes them, softly at first, then rougher, squeezing as run his hands up and down there expanse.

“Mmmm, Yeah?”

“Yeah, let Daddy make you feel good, beautiful. Come sit on my face,” he says raking his pearly white teeth over his bottom lip as he begins to move up the bed.

You pull your panties down to meet your jeans, kicking them off completely as you crawl onto the bed and over the toned body of your new neighbor, settling a knee on either side of his head.

“Wait!” He exclaims, his warm breath cascading over your core, as he reaches into the pocket of his grey sweats, pulling out his phone. “I’ve been dying to get some use out of this playlist.” he smirks, as he presses play and sets the phone to his right on the nightstand, wrapping his arms around your thighs. The first song starts and you recognize it immediately as Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood. He locks eyes with you and flattens his tongue, giving you a long, slow, teasing lick. Moaning at the taste he grips your ass pulling you flush against his mouth as the lyrics start.

Take you like a drug

Taste you on my tongue

He delves his tongue deeper lapping at the wetness that’s been pooling since you first laid eyes on his V line.

“Mmm, Fuck,” you whine, bucking your hips against his mouth desperate for more friction, he takes notice gliding his tongue back up over your clit and sucking on it lightly as the music continues in the background.

And if you were my little girl

I’d do whatever I could do

I’d runaway and hide with you

I know you got daddy issues

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping his brightly colored locks as you ride his face, rocking your hips back and forth along his tongue. As you feel your orgasm steadily approaching, you remove one of your hands from his hair and brace yourself on the headboard.

He slides a hand from your ass, down over his chiseled abs and into his sweatpants pulling his erection free, and begins stroking himself as his tongue continues to work against your clit.

“Ohhh… Fuck Daddy!” You moan in a shaky breath, gripping his hair tighter as you cum with your head thrown back and your thighs tightening around his head, as you ride it out.

“Mmmmm, good girl,” he says simply, his lips and chin glossed with your wetness as he pulls away.

You remove your legs from around his head and move back down his body to now straddle his hips. Leaning forward over his perfect body you slide your tongue between his slippery lips and into his mouth kissing him with fierce passion. He moans at your actions, breaking this kiss to speak.

“You. Like. Tasting. Yourself. Beautiful?” He asks, each word punctuated with the slip of his tongue into your eager mouth.

“Mmmm yes,” you pull back playfully to answer, teasing your tongue along his lips.

“Yes, what?” He prompts you, stretching his neck to capture your mouth again.

“Yes, Daddy,” you smile against his lips, before moving farther back down his body, kissing as you go before finally settling with his thighs viced between yours. Sitting back on his thighs you grasp his length admiring it as you begin to pump him. He’s only slightly longer than the others you’ve been with, but oh so thick, a prominent vein running from the base to just under the head, you stroke your thumb along it teasingly causing him to whimper in desperation.

“Stop teasing and ride me already,” he commands, bucking his hips off the bed and fucking into your hand.

You smile seductively as you raise your body up and hover teasingly over his erect length in your grasp. He slips into you as he bucks his hips a second time, and you sink down with a loud moan as you bottom out on his thick cock. Bouncing on his length you raise and lower your hips to the beat of the music a Demi Lovato song now playing.

Lucky for you I got all these daddy issues

What can I do?

I’m going crazy when I’m with you

Forget all the therapy that I’ve been through

Lucky for you

I’ve got all these daddy issues

All these daddy issues

Daddy issues uhhh daddy issues uhhh

“Mmmm fuck, look at you, tits bouncing as you ride my dick like a good little slut,” he groans, as he bites his lip and grips your waist.

Changing up your motions and pace you begin rocking quickly back and forth, the grasp of his strong hands and broad fingers guiding your movements. With your hands on his chest, you lean forward desperate for friction grinding your clit against his well-groomed, smooth, hairless pubic bone.

“So close,” you whine, the added sensation being exactly what you were after.

“Not so fast,” he smirks pushing you off of him. He walks to the edge of the mattress, and grabs your ankle, swiftly tugging you to the end of the bed and bending you over. Wasting no time he enters back into you and quickly settles into a rhythm. Reaching under you he snakes his hands up over your stomach to your chest, firmly clutching your breast as he pistons his hips against your flesh. You turn back to look at him, Lana Del Rey’s words now filling the room.

You can be the boss Daddy

You can be the boss

He grins intensely, moving one hand up from your breast and wrapping it firmly around your neck, causing you let out a moan and arch your back in response.

“Mmmm you like that?” He questions.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes harder!” You instruct, pushing back on his length. Squeezing tighter, he picks up the pace of his rhythm fucking you harder as the heat in your abdomen builds.

“I can feel this sloppy cunt tightening Babygirl, come on, cum for Daddy, I know you're close,” he breathes in your ear adding slightly more pressure to your neck. His words and actions take your over the edge, the lack of oxygen and blood flow magnifying the intensity of your orgasm.

Dropping his hand from your neck, he continues to thrust into you, sounds of your audible wetness filling the room as he chases after his own release. Within moments he’s pulling out of you and finishing on the small of your back. You lay still, dangling from the edge of the bed your body wracked with pleasure and try to catch your breath while he heads to the bathroom to fetch you a washcloth. He wipes your back haphazardly and throws the cloth to the floor before sinking down on the bed next to you.

“Well, that solved one of my problems,” you huff with a smile, still trying to catch your breath. “But I’m still locked out and I can’t remember my friend's number.”

“Come on let’s get dressed I think I can help with that too,” he says with a laugh.

You locate your strewn about clothes quickly dressing in them as he slips his grey sweats back on and heads into the kitchen, you follow. He digs around in a junk drawer by the microwave and pulls out a paper clip.

“Let’s get you home beautiful, you look like you could use a nap,” he smiles, guiding you to the door with a hand on your lower back, your shirt sticking to the remnants of the poorly cleaned and now drying cum.

Back across the hall he kneels in front of your door and straightens out the paper clip guiding it into the keyhole. In a few minutes of picking your lock, your door is open.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you knew how to do that to begin with?” You question as you step inside your apartment.

“What fun would that have been?” He grins with a slight laugh.

“Well thank you for everything ..uhh.. umm,” you stutter realizing you never got his name.

“Anytime,” he smirks. “The name’s Josh, by the way, Josh Dun.”

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becuzpurple · 7 years

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Home - A One-Shot (pt 2 of 2)

WARNING: Sexy Times occur 😊

(Pt. 1 - Hospital)

12 Days Post-Surgery…

“…he’s been here, ya know?”

“Mm-hmm…” Nathan sounded distracted - probably on his Nintendo.

I couldn’t see them - but was only feet away from the door to Nathan’s room. I’d been about to bring him some laundry, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard the tail end of what Lucy was saying. They were both in there, but they couldn’t see me.

“Nate,” she sounded almost like a teacher or a parent trying to get the attention of a daydreaming child.

“Hold on! What? OK…it’s been fine, I guess. He’s helping Mom a lot. And I don’t think she’s sick of him,” he laughed.

I couldn’t see them, but I guessed that Lu was smirking and nodding her head while looking down.

“Sooo, what if he stays?” Lucy’s voice was very soft.

“Huh?”

“What if he…just stays here?”

“What do you mean…like, for good?”

She didn’t voice a reply, but I could just imagine her shrugging and nodding.

Nate made a vague grunt of acknowledgement. “But...he lives in England, right?”

“Well, he’s basically been here for the past few months. Maybe he could stay.”

“You mean like, in our house?”

“I don’t know. Yeah?”

“Hm…maybe. I guess it’s already been a while…”

I started to feel like I really shouldn’t have been listening to their private conversation. But I really wanted to know what they thought about this. Because the thought of Ed staying here on a more permanent basis had definitely crossed my mind, too.

Everything they’d said was accurate. We’d basically been together since he flew in the week before our trip to Mexico. Everything went to shit after that, thanks to me, and instead of going back home like he’d originally planned, he stayed, and we worked through everything. THANK GOD. Then it seemed like a terrible idea for him to go back to London right away. So he didn’t, and kept his room at the hotel.

But then my surgery happened. He checked out of the hotel and stayed with us, caring for me and helping me run the household smoothly. He slept with me in my room. We didn’t mention that arrangement to the kids, but neither did we try to hide it. It just…was.

I quietly backtracked down the hallway to the stairs, and retreated to the kitchen. Nate’s laundry could wait, and so could I, I guess.

The Following Evening

I’d finally had my sutures removed. My first post-op visit was earlier that day, and my doctor gave me the go-ahead to resume light exercise, and said I could start building up from walking to running, again, as well as any other activities, provided I felt comfortable doing them.

Overall, I felt good - I was barely sore at all. The incisions were healing nicely, although they left 3 more scars on my already marked-up belly.

Over the previous week, Ed and I got in the habit of walking after dinner. It was a great way to get some exercise, even when I was limited, and it gave us an opportunity to just be together. Sometimes we talked, but sometimes we were quiet, and that was nice, too. Our walk this particular evening had started out more quiet than talkative, but then I had an idea.

“I kind of...want to run,” I glanced up at him. “What do ya think? Want to run with me?”

“Umm, is that a good idea?”

“Ed, the doctor cleared me for running. You were there.”

“No, I meant that regarding me. I don’t run, really…”

A very unladylike snort burst out of me. “Dude. I’m recovering from surgery. I’m not talking miles, here…” I looked ahead of us and pointed my chin at the end of the block. “How about just to the end of the street?” It was about the length of one city block, which is roughly ⅛ of a mile.

I gave him another grin as I sized him up. I knew he hadn’t really exercised regularly since he stopped touring, but he wasn’t in that bad of shape, really.

His eyes followed the path of mine, sizing up the distance, and then returned, settling on me, twinkling.

“Alright. Let’s do it, then.”

“But it’s not a race. I’m not up for sprinting yet.”

“Trust me - no worries there.”

And with that we jogged together for the first time.

We ended up going further than we planned - a little over a half a mile. It felt good - I’d missed working those muscles. I felt slight internal abdominal pressure from the pounding on the cement at each stride, but only very slightly, and not enough to be alarming.

It was just a short jog, not long enough to really de-stress and let my mind go, but it was still a small physical and mental victory for me.

I wasn’t used to running with anyone. Jason and I tried running together years ago, but we quickly learned that we weren’t very compatible workout partners. I’m all about long, leisurely workouts, and Jay liked it short, intense, and hard.

I’ll let you draw your own conclusions from that.

So, in summary, I’d been running solo for years.

We got back home just after 8 pm. I did a quick check on the kids - they were in their respective rooms - Lucy was texting, and Nathan was finishing up his homework. Ed and I headed straight to our room to clean up.

Our room? When did it become our room?

I entered first and made a beeline to the bench at the foot of the bed, kind of collapsing onto it, intending to take my shoes off. But Ed was suddenly right there, too, kneeling in front of me, already taking one of my shoe-clad feet in his hands.

“Let me get these.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine, I can…”

“Nope. I got it.”

And he handily unlaced, loosened, and removed each shoe, and then each sock, as well. I stayed seated on the bench and watched him get up and toss my socks into the laundry hamper and put my shoes away in the closet.

“Thank-you. But I could have done that.”

He came back and sat with me on the bench, and began shucking his own shoes and socks. “I know.” A small, wistful smile played on his lips as he spoke. “But I like doing things for you, Kate. I know you don’t need the help - but I’m here for you, all the same. It’s gonna happen from time-to-time, so you might as well get used to it.”

I leaned into him just as his arm came around me, pulling me in even closer. I closed my eyes, indulging in the impromptu cuddle.

“I guess I can get used to that.”

He kissed the side of my head, probably getting a face-full of my hair in the process. I turned to look at him, and he was staring back at me, so focused.

“You’re not alone any more.”

I studied his face, trying to read those vivid, honest eyes of his, and saw his promise in them, clear as day, and that’s when it hit me. His words, ‘You’re not alone any more.’… He summed it up so succinctly and sincerely with just those five little words. They weren’t just words, or a nice thing to say. They were the truth, a promise, and I believed him.

I found myself ffeeling a little emotional. I pulled him by the neck down to me, softly uttering, “Damn you, Sheeran,” and I pressed my lips to his, trying to convey everything I was feeling through that kiss. It was slow and easy, and pillowy lips pressed together, and tracing tongues, leaving soft pecks and smooth caresses.

He exhaled, quietly humming into our kiss, and we both smiled. He left one last peck on the tip of my nose before pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine.

“You OK?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He was biting his bottom lip, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a giant grin. He actually looked as happy as I felt…and that was really, really happy.

“Good.” He stood and held his hand out to me. I took it and stood, unsure of what he was doing. “Shower?”

I nodded and we walked across to the bathroom, hand-in-hand.

——

A Few Hours Later…

“I’m thinking about maybe going to the shelter this weekend to look at cats.”

It was late, and I was about ready for bed. Nate and Lucy had turned in long ago, since it was a school night. Ed and I were already in our room. We were both tucked up with throws and toss pillows on the two cushy chairs set up in my little reading nook. He was playing Dumb Ways to Die on his iPad, and I was reading from my Kindle. Obviously, my mind had wandered elsewhere, though.

He paused his game and looked up at me blankly.

“What?”

“I was thinking we could all go to the animal shelter tomorrow and maybe pick out a cat…or two…”

“Yeah?” His entire body perked up at that. “That’s awesome! One for each of them, then?”

I stood and without even thinking began straightening up the reading area - folding my throw, and then his, then putting the pillows back where they belong before I answered him. “Umm, actually, I was thinking one could be the kids’ cat, and one could be ours.”

I was feeling a little antsy because I also wanted to suggest something in addition to getting a cat, and it was a pretty big deal.

“You want to get a cat together?”

I finally stopped flitting around, looked at him him and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I mean…what do you think?”

I got a smirk and raised eyebrows in response. He unfolded himself from his chair, walked into the bathroom, and started putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. I followed him to the doorway. The little shit made me wait while he brushed his teeth, peeking at me through the mirror the entire time. It was pretty clear that he was teasing me, and not trying to put me off or avoid the question.

He finished, wiped his face, and then turned to me, trying to look all innocent.

“Yes?”

“Cat.” I was trying not to laugh, but that wasn’t working out very well. I closed the gap between us and pulled him into me until we were nose-to-nose. “Would you like to get a cat with me?”

He nodded his head, grinned back at me with wide eyes, and answered with an emphatic “Meow!”

We eventually, after a few more meows and giggles and some sweet kisses, were ready for bed. I was feeling so loved-up, so secure. He was nothing short of amazing in my eyes. I loved sharing my home with him, and I didn’t want that to stop now that I was fully recovered from my surgery.

“Teddy?”

He’d just got into bed a few seconds before. He turned toward me, tilted his head, and waited for me to go on.

“Remember when you said I wasn’t alone anymore?”

“You know I wasn’t just saying nice words, right? I meant that - I’m here for you.”

I nodded, and took a nervous, smiling breath before I just came right out and said it. “Then…stay. Here - with me. With us.”

I thought he might tell me it wasn’t a good idea - that his home is in Suffolk…that he’s never in any other place long enough to make it his own…that we should take things slower…that he’s not ready. So, of course I started babbling to try and head that off.

“I know my house isn’t your home. I mean, we don’t even live in the same country. You have a home that you love, and I know that. And you have a job that requires a HELL of a lot of traveling. I understand that. But…I love being with you here. Well, everywhere, really, but here, especially. I love starting and ending each day next to you, in our bed…our room. I love seeing your things mixed in with my things…our things. I don’t even know when I started thinking of all of this as ‘ours’, and not ‘mine’ any more. But I do, now. So, maybe when you don’t have to be on the road, this could be where…it wouldn’t be like you’re visiting. It could be your home. If you want…”

“Baby-”

“-but I don’t mean to put pressure on you, so-”

“-Kate, honey, SHUSH.”

I pulled my lips inside my mouth to stop the jabbering. Nerves!

He held my face in his hands, gently brushing my cheeks with his thumbs. It was calming and it grounded me, which I really needed at the moment.

“First of all…you. You are my home, my safe place. I’m home when you’re with me, wherever that is, OK?”

I nodded. I was all ears.

“So, ah…you’re asking me to move in with you.” He put it as a statement, but the question was in his eyes.

“Yes.”

He bobbed his head in acknowledgement.

“I’ve never lived with a girl before - like a girl I was in a relationship with. I had a girl roommate for several months, once - totally platonic, though, nothing like this.”

He was suddenly grinning, almost shyly. “It’s kind of a big step, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I answered softly.

He took a visible breath. “I’m so in.”

It took a few seconds for my head to catch up with those words. “Really?”

“What you said - beginning and ending each day together? It’s the best fucking thing. Kind of want to do that for the rest of my life…”

Oh...

Of course we couldn’t literally do that, because of the nature of his work, and I’m honestly OK with that. But a home symbolizes a secure foundation, and hearing him say that he wanted that too made my heart feel like it was about to take flight.

He grinned again, and shrugged as if to say well, it’s the truth, innit?

“You…you’re sure?”

“One hundred percent. Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent!”

He was smugly watching me, smirking, his eyes twinkling… Considering I was experiencing about 850 emotions all at once and can’t ever hide any of my feelings, it must have been quite an entertaining show.

There was still one thing that needed to happen before we could proceed with any definite plans, though.

“What about the kids? That’s…will they be OK with it?”

Ha - he’d read my mind. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I’ll talk to them in the morning, and…we’ll figure it out from there.”

“OK.”

He reached an arm over to turn off his bedside lamp, and then we made ourselves comfortable under the covers, facing each other. I adjusted myself a little bit so my abdomen wasn’t uncomfortable.

I must have made some sort of face, because he was immediately concerned. “Are you OK? You can lay on your side like that?”

“I’m fine, Teddy.” I stretched my leg out to tangle it with his, and pulled myself in closer to him. He rested his hand on my hip, lazily brushing fingertips from the top of my thigh to my waist.

“Ahh, this has been a pretty fucking awesome day…you’re suture-free and off all restrictions, we ran - I can’t believe you got me to run, and we’re gonna be cat parents together…”

“I know, right?” I snuggled in even closer and gave his butt a little squeeze. “And…?”

His hand slid up under my shirt and cupped my boob, his thumb continuing with the lazy brushing, but now over my suddenly very alert nipple.

“And what?”

I breathed a sigh of pure bliss and pulled him even closer, fastening my lips to his. God, how I love the feel of his soft lips pressed to me.

“You forgot the best part of today,” I murmured in between kisses.

“Mmmm. And what was that?”

“Well, it looks like I’ll be getting a new housemate soon.”

“Ohhhh, yeah. I heard there might be two, actually.”

I felt my lip twitch very slightly at that.

“Yeah, I think I want a couple of gingers. They’re the prettiest. I don’t know, though…I hear they can be very temperamental.”

“Wait. We’re talking about cats, right??”

We’d fallen asleep spooning, but it couldn’t have been for very long, since we were still a perfect spoon set. Ed tends to overheat easily and often ‘unspoons’ us once he thinks I’m asleep - often I am, but not always. I don’t think he knows I’m aware he does this. But I get it, and he’s always very sweet and gentle about it, making sure we’re still somehow touching, even if it’s just his knuckles against my hip. So I don’t see any reason to say anything.

I think I was in that transitional, sort of half-asleep state where your thoughts are a bit untethered and your usual mental filters are unchecked. Something was niggling at me, pulling me away from my jumbled, incongruous thoughts, and bringing me back towards full wakefulness. I became aware again of Ed, still snug up against the back of me, his arms holding me to him. It was his fingers, though. They were very gently tapping - almost strumming - my boob. It wasn’t unpleasant.

I shifted, inadvertently rubbing my butt up against Ed’s crotch, which made me aware that my butt was up against Ed’s crotch.

We’d been pretty damn chaste for the last few weeks. There’d been precious few touches, some kissing, but nothing beyond that, even with him all but moved into my (our!) room. My time-of-month coincided with the first week post-surgery, plus doctor’s orders were pretty specific about “no sex” until sutures were removed.

But there were no more restrictions.

I breathed a small, yet unmistakeable sigh and arched my back, jutting my bottom further into Ed, and that’s when I knew he was fully awake. His breath, at my neck, hitched, and his fingers stilled for a split-second before resuming their work. I rolled my hips, pushing my bum repeatedly over his bulge, and was rewarded with his growing erection pressing into my panty-clad bottom.

I was so stupid turned-on.

His hand began inching down the front of me, from my boob toward my center, but as soon as his fingertips brushed over my belly, and my scars, he paused.

“Baby, please, I want you.” I wiggled my bottom over his crotch again, being as blatant as I could.

He huffed out a small laugh, warm on the back of my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Teddy.”

I covered his hand with mine and held it in place on my belly, letting him get comfortable with touching me there for a few seconds.

“You can touch them.”

After a second or two he flexed his fingers, and then very gently explored the scars - their lines, indentations, jagged ridges. His touch was both gentle and thorough.

He spoke quietly into my ear, his chin whiskers tickling my neck. “Do they hurt?”

I shook my head slowly. “Just…sensitive,” I answered softly. “Inside…the muscles are a little sore, but nothing bad.”

“That’s good.”

“Touch me, now.”

“I am touching you.” He tapped his fingers on my belly and gave my neck a messy kiss.

“You know what I mean.”

“Ha, yeah. You are trouble, Missy. Such trouble…”

I reached back between our bodies and slid my palm over his cock. He still had on his boxer briefs, but feeling his length and how ready he was made me even more bold and more turned-on.

He groaned at my touch, and rocked into my hand.

I want you, Teddy…I want this.” I twisted my grip around him as I said it, and he sucked in a breath.

“Trouble,” he murmured as he slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.

He kissed my neck again, this time running his tongue over my skin so that I felt shivers all over. He carefully pulled my underwear down to my knees, and I wriggled them the rest of the way off. He still had one hand over my belly, almost protectively, while the other brushed over the contour of my ass.

I reached back and hooked my hand under the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down as far as I could.

He took it from there, quickly removing them, then pressed himself to me again.

I could feel his cock pressed against my bottom. The way he deliberately rocked his hips…his subtle thrusts…it was clear how ready he was. So fucking hot.

He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of his penis along my bottom a few times. He ran it through my wetness, over my clit, back again through my folds, over and over, beyond the point of just lubricating himself. He was getting caught up in it - we both were.

Finally, he aligned himself at my entrance, settling just inside my folds.

I arched my back and bent my right leg forward a little bit, giving him ample access. “Please…”.

He pushed in, grunting the sexiest moan as he slowly, exquisitely sank into me.

We both stilled for a few seconds, adjusting. I love that point when I feel the small sting when he first fills me, and I get the impression that it’s the same for him. It’s like we both take a few seconds to silently acknowledge how effing awesome it is to be there.

He was up on one elbow. We were still spooning, kind of, his hand back on my tummy, holding me securely, hugging me in. He kissed me just below my earlobe, his breath warm and soft.

“You good?” he murmured.

“Mmmm…” I nodded. “Yeah.”

His lips and his scruff grazed against my jaw as he slowly pulled out - such a delicious tease. Another measured push back in, punctuated with a firm shove of his hips, and he stilled again, buried deep in me.

“Ah, so fucking good.”

He pulled out again, not all the way, and then exhaled sharply while thrusting back into me, repeatedly hitting my front wall, practically murdering me every time, yet making me crave more. I took him in again and again, tightening, feeling every inch of him right where he belongs. His soft, breathy grunts mingled with my own.

As our bodies rocked together, his front to my back, he cupped my cheek. I turned my face into it, taking a couple fingers into my mouth, moaning as I messily sucked and tongued them like I would his dick.

“Fucking hell, Kate…”

I slid my lips off, practically purring, “Now touch me.”

I could feel him stifle a grin against my neck as he lowered his arm and began stroking my clit.

It was a few seconds before my body reacted. When it did, though, it was so intense that I had to work keep control, but oh! It was so worth it to feel those rippling waves pulsing out from my center to my belly and even the tops of my thighs.

“Oh god. Oh, Jesus, yes…fuck, just like that. Please don’t stop…”

I was getting close - I could feel it like a spring coiling, tightening before the release.

He’d been moaning on each breath, softly at first, but the closer we came to finishing, and as our strokes became more frenetic, his sex sounds started to run together and go up in pitch. I could imagine his eyes shut, brow slightly wrinkled in concentration, his mouth slightly open.

Sex sounds. He has sexy sex sounds.

That random thought made me grin as I heard my own sex sounds blending with his.

I clawed at Ed’s ass cheeks, digging in to hold onto something because I was suddenly there - falling and spinning and shattering…and then he was too. His body clenched up and his hips rocketed into mine as he emptied himself.

As our bodies recovered he brought his hand back to my stomach, covering my new incision scars, and hugged me in close to him. I turned so I could see his face. Happy and sated, his peaceful smile mirrored my own. His head was a little bit above mine, so I had to reach up to kiss him.

His eyes were closed as he lazily returned my kiss, humming in satisfaction.

He patted my belly and asked, “Everything OK here?”

I brought my hand to his cheek and brushed a bit of damp curls out of his eyes. “Everything is perfect everywhere. I feel amazing.”

“Yes, you do.” The smirk in his voice was unmistakeable.

I snuggled up into him, tucking my head below his chin. He pulled our blankets over us and we enjoyed the afterglow.

“Thank-you for everything - for staying here these last few weeks - keeping everything running normally when I couldn’t…”

“Well, I’d be a total shit boyfriend if I hadn’t, I reckon.”

I looked up at him. “True…” I trailed off, and then laughed. “And now you’re staying.”

He heard the question in my voice and nodded. “You’re stuck with me, sweet girl.”

“Well, then. Welcome home.”

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warmau · 7 years

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ahh your kang daniel au was so cute, i absolutely adore all of your university au's anxiwmxomw 😭 if you wouldn't mind, could you maybe do one for ong seongwoo as well? thank you so much, angel, have a great day!! 💖

like ten people asked for ong,,,so here’s his mini college au~~ find kang daniel (here) ^^

major: interior design

sports: did football team with daniel for like a week,,,,dropped it and picked up swimming instead LOL

when people first meet him they all think he’s a serious like physics major who wants to be an engineer or a doctor,,,,,like he’s handsome and smart,,,,straight from a webcomic kinda boy

bUT jokes on them he’s into interior design and likes looking at textiles and getting excited over his new ikea catalogue coming in the mail

actually despises the fact that you need to take college algebra for the major because like ugh maTH

tried to bribe daehwi into doing his homework for him but daehwi was like 50 bucks or i suddenly cant do simple addition and seongwoo was like im bROKE

and daehwi was like hmmm too bad ask daniel or something

is bestfriends and roommates with daniel which is really funny because one side of the room is covered in drawings and designs with messy canvas bags full of fabric samples and sketchbooks ,,,,,, while the other side is strung up with posters on medical safety procedures and daniels leaning tower of paramedic course books

but their friendship is super cute seongwoo keeps going like “bro if we’re both sad and alone at 40 lets just adopt a dog together or something-” and daniel is like “that sounds good but no dog. 12 cats.”

but again they’re both like heartthrobs on campus,,,,there’s a fanclub dedicated to gushing over seongwoo when he’s in the library studying just because everyone wants to see that handsome side profile tbh

little do they know that virtually every close friend of his has like 3943 photos of seongwoo doing the ugLIEST faces on snapchat and shit for the Memes

jisung and him are in an ongoing rivalry for who has the superior shocked face they have contests like every time they meet up LOL

you’re actually friends with seongwoo through a class you take together,,,that dreaded college algebra,,,, and one day seongwoo tells you that he likes to drum

which is ,,,,,,like a dream of yours,,,,,you’ve always wanted to learn how to play and you practically beG him to teach you

and seongwoo being seongwoo is like ,,,,,,,, give me the answers to this weeks homework and i will

and ur like FINE but ,,,,idk if the answers will be write and seongwoo shrugs like it doesn’t matter as long as i don’t need to look @ numbers,,,,im good

so you agree to meet up in the music department later like at 8 and when you get there thankfully the drum set for the college band is free

and you sit down eagerly,,,,trying to do a flip of the sticks before seongwoo takes them away and you’re like HEY and he’s like “first things first - cool drummers dont flip their sticks in the air like fools”

and ur like -____- fine whatever where do we start then

and for a couple of weeks you and seongwoo meet up in the evenings so he can teach you

and at first it’s super casual and fun,,,you guys talk about how much you hate college algebra,,,how you keep seeing minki’s face on flyers for student government elections,,,,,how the lights in all the dorms flicker for like a good three minutes before actually turning off

like the usual,,,and then one day you’re sitting,,,,trying out a technique seongwoo showed you but you keep skipping a part

so he comes over,,,,,putting his arms around you from behind and settling them on your wrists so e can guide your hands

and for the first time,,,,,you’re hyper aware of how,,,,,close seongwoo is

how he smells like fresh laundry,,,,how the vein running up his arm looks,,,,and when you make the mistake of turning your face to see him

,,,,,,you highlight the sharp curve of his jaw,,,his dark and alluring eyes,,,,the perfect slope of his nose,,,,and his neck,,,,,

the warmth of his body makes you suddenly freeze up and when seongwoo notices how tense your arm has gotten he lets go,,,,

and for a second neither of you say anything

seongwoo opens his mouth but you just shake your head before he can speak

and you’re like “no, i know. don’t say it,,,i know you,,,,aren’t interested,,,,and i made it awkward,,,,,im sorry- im going to go-”

and seongwoo seems like he wants to grab you before you can go but you escape his outstretched arm just in time to run out

seongwoo left standing in the room,,,,,,confused and hurt as you make your way toward the dorms telling yourself over and over

that you ruined it,,,,a good friendship,,,,,with the sudden realization that you didn’t want just friendship at all did you,,,,

and it’s not like you skip college algebra because of seongwoo noooo haha you totally got sick and had to not come

but,,,,,,you know sooner or later you’re going to have to see him but you really r e a l l y dont want too

unfortunately,,,, it comes even sooner because someone knocks on your dorm and you think it’s your roommate,,,but when you open it

seongwoo is there,,,,

and you’re like “w-what is it?” and he’s like looking down but when he meets your eyes he gives you that smile,,,,the one with the dimple and it makes your heart hurt but he waves the textbook he brought with him and he’s like “since you were sick,,,,i thought i should come and help you catch up?”

and you know seongwoo hates that class,,,that he’d never tutor someone else in it,,,,,let alone you so you want to shut the door and tell him you’re still sick

but seongwoo pulls a mask out of his pocket and is like ‘i can wear this so you don’t cough on me!!’ and you cant tell if he’s being silly or if he really just wants to talk to you

so you end up sitting beside each other on your bed and it’s,,,,,awkward until seongwoo finally takes a deep breath and turns to you

“you said you knew i wasn’t interested,,,,,but how could you say that?”

you kind of frown and you’re like,,,because we ,,,,,are just friends? you’ve never made any moves and you’re swarmed by people liking you all the time what is there-”

but seongwoo puts up his hand and is like “ok, but do i devote my time to those people? to teach them to play drums? to laugh with them in class? outside of class? do you know i blew of daniel for you,,,,,that’s a lot coming from me that dudes my soulmate”

and ur like ?????? wait so is it daniel or - and seongwoo is like nO like my bro soulmate but you,,,,,,it’s different i,,,,

he seems to suddenly get shy,,,,scratching at his cheek and you’re like ??? and he’s like “when i was,,,,,teaching you,,,with my hands on yours,,,,,,,i wanted to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard to say this but i wanted to pull you closer,,,,,,,,god this is embarrassing,,,,,”

and you’ve never seen seongwoo blush until now and like,,,,,it’s so fREAKING cute that you just need to scoot closer

and seongwoo is like !

and you’re like “,,,,,i,,,,,wanted you to hold me closer too.”

with a small smile he turns his body toward you,,,opening his arms and he’s like “well,,,,i can still do that. come here.”

and you can’t believe it but you and seongwoo fall back onto your bed,,,,you in his arms laughing at how silly this is

and seongwoo leans down,,,,brushing your hair from your face and he’s about to kiss you when the doorknob turns and you’re like mY ROOMMATE

and you throw him a bit and soengwoo ends up on the floor,,,hair a mess and eyes wide and you’re like sitting on the bed and ur roommate is just like oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ill come back in twenty bye

and with that you and seongwoo let out a sigh but he climbs back up on the bed and starts tickling you because oW thrOWING HIM OFF WAS thaT NECESSARY

dating college!seongwoo: he totally misplaces everything like he cant even find his own notebook so you’d probably have to be the one to be like seongwoo no no your laptop is under the desk drawer and your sketch book is on the shelf no no not the bottom shelf babe listen to me-, he looks extra fluffy in the mornings when he’s still got his hair uncombed and his eyes are sleepy but he’s also super soft because his voice gets lower and he just wants to cuddle, like seriously seongwoo just always wants to cuddle and hold hands, you could both be sweltering out in the sun on the quad and no matter how sweaty your palms get he’ll be like no we need to hold onto each other i need everyone to know you’re with me, pretends to not know that he’s being sexy when he’s laying down and his shirt is pulled up a little and he keeps pocking his tongue out to run across his lips and ur like seongwoo dont do that i need to study and he’s like do what~ and ur like oh my god,,,,,sends you random close ups of parts of his face and is like am i handsome~ do u still love me~, is a lil jealous that you and daniel get along so well but also is really happy because whenever you guys hangout together it’s a blast, does the occasional corny thing like buys you a big teddy bear that he names after himself or does a dance to try get you to give him extra kisses but it’s all worth it because he’s adorable, wants matching sweaters soooo bad and keeps dropping hints, likes when you sit in his lap and he plays with your hair while you read outloud to him, whenever you’re a little upset or scared he sings gently against your ear and it calms you down, when you can you take baths together and he keeps trying to get you to make him a bubble beard LOL

#ong seongwoo #produce 101 season 2 #seongwoo scenarios #seongwoo imagines #ong seongwu #seongwu scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 imagines #seongwoo au #sfw #again no idea how to tag this #broduce 101 #broduce scenarios

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All This I Did Without You (read by Tom Hiddleston)

My darling McGeorge, You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down. Well, herewith is a very boring letter in which I will try and put everything down so that you may read and re-read it in horror at your folly in getting involved with me. Deep breath. To begin with I love you with a depth and passion that I have felt for no one else in this life and if it astonishes you it astonishes me as well. Not I hasten to say, because you are not worth loving. Far from it. It’s just that, first of all, I swore I would not get involved with another woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it is almost frightening. Thirdly, I would never have thought it possible that another human being could occupy my waking (and sleeping) thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else.

Fourthly, I never thought that — even if one was in love — one could get so completely besotted with another person, so that a minute away from them felt like a thousand years.

Fifthly, I never hoped, aspired, dreamed that one could find everything one wanted in a person. I was not such an idiot as to believe this was possible. Yet in you I have found everything I want: you are beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you, to listen and watch you (your beautiful voice, your beauty), to argue with you, to laugh with you, to show you things and share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to explore your magnificent mind, to explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you , serve you, and bash you on the head when I think you are wrong… not to put too fine a point on it I consider that I am the only man outside mythology to have found the crock of gold at the rainbow’s end.

But — having said all that — let us consider things in detail. Don’t let this become public but… well, I have one or two faults. Minor ones, I hasten to say. For example, I am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives (all tyrants say that) but I do tend (without thinking) to tread people underfoot. You must tell me when I am doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very bad thing in a marriage.

Right. Second blemish. This, actually, is not so much a blemish of character as a blemish of circumstance. Darling I want you to be you in your own right, and I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take into consideration that I am also me in my own right and that I have a headstart on you… what I am trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you are sometimes treated simply as my wife. Always remember that what you lose on the swings, you gain on the roundabouts. But I am an established ‘creature’ in the world, and so — on occasions — you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives me less pleasure than this but it is a fact of life to be faced.

Third (and very important and nasty) blemish: jealousy. I don’t think you know what jealousy is (thank God) in the real sense of the word. I know you have felt jealousy over Lincoln’s wife and child but this is what I call normal jealousy, and this — to my regret — is not what I’ve got. What I have got is a black moster that can pervert my good sense, my good humour and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll and Hyde situation… my Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me, hard though I try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me, but I couldn’t control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happened to awake it. Then I met you and I felt my monster stir and become half awake when you told me of Lincoln and others you have known, and with your letter my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid, evil, malevolent. You will never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is; it is a physical pain as though you had swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most terrible of feelings. But you can’t help it — at least I can’t, and God knows I’ve tried. I don’t want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our wedding day, I want nothing but happiness, for both you and me, and I know I won’t be happy if there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you I will have no past, only a future: I don’t want to drag my past into our future and I don’t want you to do it , either. Remember I am jealous of you because I love you. You are never jealous of something you don’t care about. OK, enough about jealousy.

Now, let me tell you something… I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises, on land where it floods forest and mountains with honey-coloured light, at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out of the vast ocean. I have seen a thousand moons: harvest moons like gold coins, winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans’ feathers.

I have seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving ponderously and murderously.

I have felt winds straight from the South Pole, bleak and wailing like a lost child; winds as tender and warm as a lover’s breath; winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of seaweeds; winds that carried the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten.

I have known silence: the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; the implacable stony silence of a deep cave; the hot, drugged midday silence when everything is hypnotized and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun; the silence when great music ends.

I have heard summer cicadas cry so that the sound seems stitched into your bones. I have heard tree frogs in an orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million emerald fireflies. I have heard the Keas calling over grey glaciers that groaned to themselves like old people as they inched their way to the sea. I have heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the Rattlesnake, the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the Red deer knee-deep in purple heather. I have heard Wolves baying at a winter’s moon, Red Howlers making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. I have heard the squeak, purr and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes.

I have seen hummingbirds flashing like opals round a tree of scarlet blooms, humming like a top. I have seen flying fish, skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing silver lines on the surface with their tails. I have seen Spoonbills flying home to roost like a scarlet banner across the sky. I have seen Whales, black as tar, cushioned on a cornflower blue sea, creating a Versailles of fountain with their breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun irons their wings smooth. I have watched Tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass. I have been dive-bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devil’s hoof. I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things… but –

All this I did without you. This was my loss.

All this I want to do with you. This will be my gain.

All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of one minute of your company, for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.

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thewhiterabbit42 · 7 years

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@missselinakitty thank you! Hope this helps make your week a little better :)

Ok this totally got away with me at over 1k words but once the idea hit it had to be written. Also tagging @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll and @dont-hate-relate-pls because I thought you might appreciate this one.

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It was hard dating God. Chuck was temperamental. He was used to getting his own way, and that stubbornness you’d seen in all the archangels was a learned trait if there ever was one.

It was also amazing. Chuck could be so thoughtful, creating entire locations for the two of you to escape to from scratch. You never wanted for anything, not that you asked for much. He could spend hours worshipping you, making you feel as if you were the Supreme Being in the relationship.

These days, however, he was growing restless. It was nothing new. As someone who’d been around literally forever, you assumed the man would get a little bored from time to time. Often he took up new hobbies.

This time, he’d started performing. Singing, to be exact, and playing guitar at random hole in the wall venues. It impressed you that he even bothered to make a go of it like a regular person. All he had to do was snap his fingers and he could be the biggest musician in North America.

You imagined that would take all the fun out of it, however.

He was good at it and incredibly sexy, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the other women at these places. You knew a part of him loved the attention. Rather, his ego did, but the rest of him was firmly devoted to you and every time he played he made sure there was a spot saved for you at the very front.

Tonight was a bit of a celebration. It was his first gig at a really nice spot that drew a lot of locals in the area. He was nervous, you could tell, and you didn’t know what you spent more time on: fixing his hair because he couldn’t stop running his hand through it or reminding him to relax.

You knew it was an even bigger deal than you initially thought when you walked in to take your seat and Sam and Dean were also there. They never made an appearance unless the world was ending or there was something to celebrate. Considering you’d helped him put together the set list, it was safe to assume it was the latter.

You said your hellos, made your small talk, though there wasn’t really much time for it before Chuck was on stage. Whatever had him unsettled abated, at least at first. You weren’t sure when it appeared, but by the time he was two-thirds of the way through the show, a manic energy began emanating from the stage to the point that some of the participants were getting restless.

“What has gotten into him?” You murmured, watching him nervously down another drink. Chuck only knew how much liquor was actually in all of those.

“Well, it is a big night,” Dean said offhandedly, earning a sharp look from his brother. “What? It’s not everyday someone gets to play at the... at...”

You arched a brow at him. “Do you even know what this place is called?”

“It’s not the name that’s important,” he tried to recover. “It’s the reputation this place has.”

Chuck did your boyfriend have weird friends.

“So, this next song wasn’t in the original set for tonight, but... it’s something I’ve been thinking about singing for awhile now...” Chuck’s voice echoed through the establishment, drawing your attention back to the stage. “It’s for a very special person out there who has never treated me any differently than any other man on this planet, who isn’t afraid to call me on my stuff and tell me when I’m being ridiculous. And she’s someone who exemplifies the best qualities found in people.”

You blushed, staring up into penetrating blue eyes that held such purpose that it almost scared you. Maybe the world was ending if he was waxing this sentimental.

“Babe, this one’s for you.”

The energy surrounding him hit a feverpitch as his eyes glanced briefly at Dean before shutting.

“What is going on?” You demanded warily.

Dean’s lips twitched, much like they always did when he knew something you didn’t. “Just enjoy the show, sweetheart.”

Chuck began to strum his guitar and the song was upbeat and completely unfamiliar, though that wasn’t what had you listening intently to every word of it.

It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you…

Your breath stilled. Was he - he couldn’t be..

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

His eyes snapped back open, staring down at you, like you were the only thing in the world at that moment, let alone the only person in that room.

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard We can go No one will know Oh c’mon girl…

You couldn’t believe it. Your boyfriend. The Creator of the entire universe, was asking you to marry him. You thought it amazing a being like him wanted to be tied to a human in the first place, but a commitment like this had seemed out of your reach.

… Oh I’ll go get a ring

Dean had to nudge you more than once, the second time so hard it jostled your entire body. You were about to ask, could he not see you were in the middle of something important, when he held up a small box for you to take. Your eyes widened as he opened it, revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring you could ever imagine.

Don’t say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You took the box, staring down at it, unable to move as he played through the rest of the song.

“So… what do you say, babe?” Chuck asked. You looked up to find him smiling down at you in a way that had your nerves and heart melting. It was the one that never failed to make you feel like no matter what, everything was going to be ok, because you had him.

Unable to say a word, you took the ring out and placed it on your finger, and the entire room erupted a chorus of cheers.

~Song credit: Bruno Mars - Marry you

#rabbit celebrates 500 #chuck x reader #rabbit drabbles #ok this should actually be #rabbit tries to drabble and ends up with a fic #story of my life

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pinknerdpanda · 7 years

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Unexpected

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2209

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, mentions of sexy times

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Unexpected

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There are a lot of things that you have come to expect while hunting with the Winchesters. For example, you can pretty much guarantee that there will be a lot of running. Running from bloodthirsty vamps; from the local badge who have just discovered that ‘Agents Lennon, McCartney and Starr’ don’t actually work for the FBI; from Dean when you accidentally forget that Baby was in drive instead of reverse before stomping the gas.

Also, you can expect to eat some of the greasiest, most deliciously sinful cheeseburgers known to man and that, usually, pie will follow close behind. There’s always a good chance that the cute, available waitress behind the counter will catch Dean’s eye, and certainly vice-versa. And you know that when you settle up the bill, Sam will be thrown the keys and a wink from his older brother, leaving the two of you to head back to the hotel room without his company.

Some things, like listening to the same worn out copy of Led Zeppelin IV from the backseat while Dean steers the Impala down dark, nearly deserted highways, Sam snoring softly from the front seat, are like comforting little family traditions that make you feel warm and safe. Hell, at this point, you can basically count on there being an Apocalyptic catastrophe on the horizon about every year or so.

But, of course life with the Winchesters is full of variables too. Sometimes the monster you are hunting ends up being something altogether worse than you could have anticipated. Then there’s the thing with Charlie; well, none of you could have imagined that, and not a day goes by that you don’t miss your sweet friend.

However, there are some things that you couldn’t make up if you’d tried, and today - or last night, rather - is one of those days.

—-

As you wake to the sound of a knock against the window, you squint into the harsh sunlight, dazed and disoriented. Your mouth is dry and tastes like ass, and your head feels like it has been run over a half dozen times with a zamboni.

The knock sounds again, and you cringe. Your back is too warm and there is something heavy on your waist. Shifting uncomfortably, you try to sit up, that’s when your hand hits skin. The heavy thing - an arm, apparently - tightens around your waist. You freeze. Who the fuck am I spooning with?

“Y/n?” Sam’s muffled voice sounds like a loudspeaker has been placed right up against the car window. Wait, car window?

You glance around, frantically trying to recall what car you’re in, how you came to be in it, and with whom. The seat you are laying on is long and covered in leather, and something about it seems far too familiar. A loud snore sounds in your ear just before you spy a piece of grey and black plaid fabric draped, haphazardly, across the front seat. Fuck me.

—–

Last night

“OK, well, when in Rome,” Dean stands. “The next round is on Mr. Arnie Franzoni.” He smiles broadly, winking while flashing his most recently obtained fake credit card before heading back toward the bar.

“That’s not…that doesn’t even make sense, Dean!” Sam shouts at his brother’s back, smiling and shaking his head before turning his attention to you. “He’s an idiot.”

“So, you really don’t like clowns, huh?” You laugh, taking a swig of your beer. Sam shakes his head anxiously. “I can’t say I really blame you Sammy. Creepy as fuck.”

“Fresh beer and a round of shots for everyone.” Dean sets down the bottles carefully and distributes the shot glasses before taking his seat again. “To ganking as many evil sons-a-bitches as we can!” You all raise your glasses and nod before tipping them back and swallowing their entire contents, slamming them back down in unison.

If this had been your first or second round of shots, you would have winced, trying not to gag at the burn as it slid down your throat. This was, however, your fourth round and you were beginning to feel the warmth in your belly as the alcohol wove its way through your bloodstream.

Sam stood, pulling his jacket off of the back of his chair, before slipping his long arms through the sleeves.

“Oh come on, Sammy! Stay awhile!” Dean goaded his brother.

“Can’t.” Sam quirks an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth turning up in a cocky grin, accenting his dimples. “Meeting someone.”

“What? You have a date?!” You gape happily for your tall friend, throwing your hands up over your head in excitement. Probably a bigger reaction than necessary; thanks alcohol.

“And you never said?” Dean’s eyebrows crease in mock astonishment. “Who’s the lucky lady, Sam? Is it the librarian from earlier, the one who was giving you the eye?”

Sam’s cheeks redden slightly and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah it is.” Dean’s face lights up with pride. “She was hot and I bet she’s pretty kinky. Don’t let those thick glasses and bun fool you! You go get her, tiger!” Dean shouts as Sam turns, heading toward the door. “Make sure you pick a safe word!”

Sam turns around, lifting his middle finger in Dean’s direction, before opening the door and stepping outside. Dean chuckles and takes a pull from his beer. You can’t help but notice the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the cold drink, or how perfectly his plush lips mold around the bottle. Not only do you notice, you stare. He lowers the bottle, his tongue darting out to lap at the few drops of liquid from his lips, before pressing them together.

“You know…” He starts and stops as he looks at you, your eyes wide and your lips slightly parted. A wicked smile crosses his face, but he doesn’t say anything. You look away instantly, the warmth in your cheeks having little to do with the copious amounts of alcohol in your system now.

Dean clears his throat before looking away and hiding his smile behind another sip from his drink. You reach for yours, careful not to look at him again. Damn him and his damn sexy mouth.

—–

Now

“Dean.” Your throat is raw and your voice is raspy as you whisper-shout. His arm loosens slightly as you try to sit up. “Dean!” He shifts and you feel that at least one part of him is awake. Shaking your head, you tap his arm.

He releases your waist, groaning loudly. The sound is both highly erotic and louder than you can handle at the moment. You grimace, peering down the length of your body to make sure your dress was pulled down, covering your lady bits.

Sam knocks on the window again. Dean slides to the other end of the bench, making enough room for you to sit upright. You put your face as close to the glass as you can, looking up into Sam’s hazel eyes and frowning.

“Sam, I love you, dude. But if you keep doing that I will break your fingers.”

Sam’s eyes widen and he flattens his hand across his eyes to see inside the car.

“Is that…Dean?” Sam’s face twists into an expression mirroring your own internal monologue; confusion, disbelief and shock.

“Yes. Go away now, Sam.”

Sam backs slowly away from the car before disappearing from view. You rub your eyes harshly, desperate for any excuse to not have to look over at Dean. The memories of the night before are fuzzy at best, and you aren’t sure if you’re more upset that you may have slept with your best friend, or that you were too drunk to remember if you had.

“Morning, beautiful.” The low, throaty rumble of Dean’s sleep-thickened voice sends a shiver down your spine as it reverberates off of the doors. It takes several beats of silence for you to register that he is speaking to you. Who else would he be talking to, dumbass.

You take a deep breath before finding the courage to look at him. “Dammit Dean.” You shake your head in frustration.

“What?” He’s confused. And really, you can’t blame him.

“It’s just…” you glance sideways at him, swallowing thickly. “Of course you wake up, looking hot as fuck despite the fact that we drank our combined weight in beer and whiskey last night. While I’m riding the hot-mess-express over here; hair’s a wreck, bags under my eyes and makeup probably smeared…”

Your words are cut off as Dean’s perfect, pink lips press to yours. You pull away, covering your mouth self-consciously. Morning breath is not exactly sexy, not to mention hungover morning breath.

“I said, ‘Good morning, beautiful.’ and I meant it.” His eyes shimmer like emeralds in the morning sun. You sigh, not wanting to argue.

“What happened last night? I guess we…” you gesture vaguely between the two of you questioningly. Dean grins wildly, his eyes crinkling mischievously.

“You don’t remember?” His lips push out in a satisfied pout. You shake your head. “Hm. I could tell you. Or, I could make you suffer.” You punch him in the arm and he flinches, rubbing the spot although you’re sure you didn’t actually hurt him.

“I swear to god, Winchester…”

“OK ok…you didn’t let me finish. OR…” Dean overemphasizes the word. “Or…I could take you to dinner and we can discuss it in detail.” He wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis. “You know I am not one to kiss and tell.” You roll your eyes. “What? Come on. We can get all dressed up, go to one of those fancy places, order off the wine menu…”

“That’s it!” You announce suddenly, bending down and digging under the seat blindly with one hand. “That’s what I need right now.”

“Do…Do we need wine?” Dean’s face draws up in confusion, but at least appears to be enjoying the view down your dress from this angle.

“No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.” Your hand hits cool glass and you close your fingers around it and pull it out triumphantly. “Aha!” Dean’s face is still contorted.

“I have so many questions right now. First, what? And also, huh? Where did that bottle of wine come from?”

“Remember that hunt last month, the one with the bees?” Dean nods slowly. “The beekeeper gave me a bottle before we left, as a thank you. I guess he makes it himself. I remember leaving it in the car after we got back to the bunker and never got it back out.” You inspect the neck of the bottle, thankful to find there is no cork, just a screw top seal.

“And you are opening a bottle of wine at,” he glances at his watch, “9:30 in the morning, after complaining of a raging hangover because…?”

“Oh come on, Dean. Hair of the dog? My granny always said the fastest way to cure a hangover was with more alcohol.” You smile, tipping the bottle back and swallowing a mouthful. You hand the bottle to Dean and frown. “Much drier than I expected.”

“OK you never answered my question,” Dean remarked before screwing the lid back on the bottle.

“Yeah, well, you never answered mine,” you mutter.

“Yes.” Dean’s rough voice catches you off guard, and you are surprised to see the heat coming from his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Yes. We did…” he gestures between you, copying your movements from before.

“Oh god.” You put your head in your hands. There was little evidence to support any competing theory, given the fact that your underwear were still sitting on the floor next to your foot. But to have the confirmation was mortifying. “Dean, I’m so sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for, princess?” his hand lands on your bare knee, the weight of it making your stomach flutter. “I have wanted you for a while now. And you were just as amazing as I’d hoped you would be.”

“What do you mean, you’ve wanted it for a while? What about all the waitresses and barflys?”

“I was afraid if I told you, I would eventually say the wrong thing and screw it up. I was afraid you would end up leaving.” Dean’s gaze is pleading.

“If there is anything I have learned, it is to expect the unexpected, Dean. None of us are here forever. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.” You smile at Dean, placing your hand over his.

“Did you just ‘Ferris Bueller’ me?” he chuckles. You nod once before your face falls. “What’s the matter?”

“I am just so pissed I can’t remember any of last night!” Shaking one fist in frustration, you grumble unhappily.

“Sweetheart, just call me ESPN, because I specialize in instant replays.”

Groaning, you roll your eyes, trying to hide the grin on your face. He grabs your hips, lifting and twisting you so you are straddling his lap. His kiss is deep and fiery, and you moan into his mouth. He captures your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling slightly before releasing it.

“And I can promise, you won’t forget anything this time.”

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