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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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Could you plz write about sweet Stevie going through terrible twos.

sorry this is kind of short, hope you like it!

terrible twos

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word count: 750

Harry ducked, narrowly avoiding the spoon Stevie had just flung at his head.

“No throwing,” he said sternly, picking up the spoon and pointing it at her.

She screamed in response, pushing her bowl onto the floor as well.

He sighed, tiredly leaning down to pick it up.

This was harder than he had expected. He knew the terrible twos could be bad. He had read enough parenting books to know how miserable this time could be. His friends had told him to look out, because Stevie was going to be a monster.

He hadn’t believed them. She was his Stevie, his baby, his little love. She wouldn’t throw tantrums for no reason, or throw things at him, or scream when she didn’t get what she wanted, right? Wrong.

His friends had been correct. She was, to put it nicely, a monster. She cried all the time and stomped around the house and refused to help clean up the messes she made.

It was difficult for everyone involved, but Harry seemed to be hit particularly hard. For whatever reason, Stevie took most of her frustration out on him. He knew it was normal for children to be attached to their mothers, but it made him want to cry when she ran away from him and to you instead. She never let him hold her anymore. She always went to her mom when she wanted something, whether it was a snack or help finding a toy or just cuddles. She would yell “No!” whenever Harry tried to join them on the couch or play with them in the den.

You had put her in more than one time out when she lashed out at him, hitting him or throwing something. He just didn’t know what to do. His presence only upset her more, so he just tried to stay out of her way.

It broke your heart, seeing the look on Harry’s face when Stevie pushed him away. She had always loved him. Her first word had been “dada”, for goodness sake. But now, she couldn’t stand him.

You flopped down on the couch next to Harry after Stevie had gone to sleep.

“She hates me,” he mumbled, staring ahead.

“She doesn’t hate you,” you soothed, putting your arm around him. “She’s just... going through a hard time right now.”

“What did I do?” He asked. “Why does she suddenly not want me around?”

Your heart ached when you heard his voice break.

“I don’t know,” you leaned your head on his shoulder. “But it will get better, I promise. She’ll calm down soon. She loves you so much, Harry, she really does.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he sighed, leaning his head on top of yours.

Your sweet moment was interrupted when you heard Stevie crying. She normally slept through the night, so you liked to check on her when she woke up in case something was wrong.

You gave his hand one final squeeze before standing and making your way to her room.

Harry continued staring forward, listening to your soothing voice as you asked her what was wrong.

“Harry!”

He jumped to attention when he heard your yell.

He rushed to Stevie’s room, looking around wildly.

“What’s wrong?” He could barely be heard over her crying.

“Listen!” You said, adjusting the toddler on her hip.

“I hear her,” he said, raising his voice. “She’s louder now that I’m here. See, she hates me.”

“No, listen,” you hissed.

He closed his mouth, focusing on Stevie’s crying, eyes going wide when he realized what she was saying.

“I want daddy,” she sobbed, burying her face in your neck.

“Take her!” You said, holding her out to him.

He hesitated before stepping forward and taking her out of your arms.

It was like a switch had flipped. Stevie immediately stopped crying, tucking her face against his chest as she sniffled.

He looked at you excitedly, like he was saying “are you seeing this??”

You nodded, beaming.

“I told you she’d come around,” you said quietly, stepping out of the room.

Harry came out half an hour later, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made a cup of tea.

“She loves me again,” he said, smiling contently.

“I’m glad,” you sighed in relief, turning around in his arms.

“I can handle as many tantrums as she throws at us, as long as she lets me cuddle her like that every once in a while.”

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boomboombitches-blog1 · 6 years

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Superhuman - Weak

Pairing- Vernon x Fem!Reader Genre- A little everything Warnings- Shipping, vernon is a total asshole in this chapter ngl, idk tell me if i missed anything plz i think i got everything? Word Count- 3852

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The last boy hesitated to introduce himself after Vernon's clearly agitated growl of his own name. It was almost as if it rumbled from his chest, radiated from his whole body and while you thought it was quiet, it was clear that everyone around the rest of the table had heard it too. Jeonghan, you noticed, looked a bit angry at the boy's tone, eyes narrowed in a focus you recognize as him trying to get into Vernon's head. You glanced at Vernon, only to find his eyes were narrowed at Jeonghan as well. He was impossible to read, there was something unpleasant about him- something that threw you off- but of course you couldn't tell what it was. "Stop." He spoke, tone discordant and harsh. It forced your eyes away from him, so you looked back to your roommate, at whom the demand was directed.

When you looked back at Jeonghan, he was no longer frustrated- more startled. His lips pursed, eyes were wider than usual, and his gaze not once faltered as he curiously stared down the younger boy. Surprisingly, Vernon was the first to look away.

"Sorry." He mumbled, to the surprise and possibly amusement of the whole table. It was wrong of you to judge him, of course, but if you had seen a bear in the woods, your first instinct would be to run. If the bear apologized, you would feel bad- and very confused-, but at least you would've been alive because who were you to know what was going on in the bear's head? How were you supposed to know, with the utterly harsh sense of mortality a bear put off, that it wouldn't kill you on the spot? He had to know of the fire in his cold eyes, the silent threat he forced with only his presence, so he couldn't have been hurt by the astonished stares from around the table.

You noticed Seungcheol protectively sling an arm over the back of Jeonghan's chair as Jeonghan gave a soft, but approving, nod to Vernon. "Hyung." He corrected, voice holding a subtle tone of commandment and simultaneously a weakness, a fear as if he were only testing to see if he could in any way control his younger.

It was silent a few seconds, tension eating away at all of you as everyone waited anxiously for some sort of a resolve for the problem. It wasn't a good thing in any possible way for any members of your team to be this defensive towards one another- especially not this early. Your hands clenched around your thighs thoughtlessly, almost a way to relieve some of the tension though really it did nothing except calm you just in the slightest, giving you a way to transmit some of the fear in your upper body beneath the table, where nobody could see that the tension made you nervous.

"Sorry... Hyung." Vernon said, voice low but without any sarcasm or hostility. His eyes flickered up to Jeonghan's, and Jeonghan stayed quiet, meeting his eyes with a soft tick of his head to the side to highlight the curiosity in his gaze.

Finally, Seungcheol cleared his throat and turned his eyes to the last of the table to be introduced. Everyone else, of course, followed the leader's eyes, including you, and you leaned to glance down at the last boy at the end of the table.

"I-I'm Lee Chan." He said, looking across the table, out the window, at the table- just generally anywhere Vernon wasn't, and he didn't hide it, either. Vernon, as you could see him from the corner of your eye no matter how hard you tried to look over him- pretend he didn't exist- seemed almost amused. You had a feeling you were starting to figure him out. He could've sat somewhere else, but he had clearly intimidated you on your first 'meeting' in the hallway, and he liked that. Now, he had done the same for Chan and he seemed to be greatly enjoying himself because of it. You stayed silent though- forced yourself to bite your tongue because even if he was an asshole, you weren't and there was no reason to start an argument over it.

So you didn't. Jeonghan took it upon himself to kindly re-explain the menu to the boy who had come in late to the cafeteria, while everyone else tucked into their lunch. You did as well, of course, though you ate much slower than the group of food-frenzied men surrounding you. At the very least, you faked more manners than they even attempted to pretend they possessed as they shoved food in their faces, sparking up conversation when they still had food in their mouths. Some part of it was almost charming, how relaxed they seemed around one another (well, most of them anyways.) A few boys, really only Jeonghan and Seungkwan- tried to include you, pull you into their conversations but you had to lean over the table to hear Jeonghan through all the noise and to be included in Seungkwan's conversation (god forbid,) you had to shift closer to Vernon, lean until your ear was practically in his chest and you could hear his heartbeat and feel the cold radiating off his body and his eyes on you- and try to look past him, to focus on whatever the hell Seungkwan and Seokmin were talking about which was very hard when you were in such close proximity of anyone- especially someone you worried might rip your head right off at any moment.

You weren't so afraid of him, really. You felt like you put out more fear than you actually experienced- but he was so unpredictable that your subconscious must've felt the danger and taken matters into its own hands. One minute, the boy was trying to start an argument with Yoon Jeonghan of all people, and the next- with hardly any true encouragement from Jeonghan, he was apologizing and calling him hyung.

Could you be blamed, really, for wanting to avoid most close contact with him? Besides, you didn't really feel like talking. You had stayed up most of the night driving with your mom to get to the school, and when you did get there, you were immediately instructed to drop your bags off with the others and go to the bleachers. Plus, you had exerted a ton of energy battling Rosè and your one hour recovery nap didn't exactly replenish you. At least, you knew, you'd sleep well tonight.

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"How long are we going to be in here?" Minghao's voice broke the silence that had been holding since the first attempt at fitting 14 people into the room that was hardly bigger than a nice-sized walk in closet when the floorspace was reduced by a bunk bed and two desks. Minghao was seated on the rug, legs folded beneath him as he stared up at the three eldest, all crowded around Seungcheol's desk. Cheol was in the chair, Jeonghan on the desk just above him, and Joshua was in a chair on Seungcheol's other side.

The rest of the large group was scattered around the room- with Vernon and Seungkwan leaning on the wall by the door, Jun and Soonyoung up on the top bunk, Jihoon sitting on Joshua's desk, and the last five of you were squished shoulder to shoulder on Seungcheol's bed. Jeonghan didn't seem to mind that every eye in the room was trained on him, in fact he might have even enjoyed it, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as his own eyes traveled over the 11 youngers waiting for his reply.

"About two and a half hours. That's how long the assembly lasts."

"We can't leave before the assembly ends?" Chan breathed out tiredly from the other end of the bed, and as you turned you watched him lean his head against the bedpost. "It's already starting to get hot in here... There's so many people."

Jeonghan shook his head, clearly recognizing the younger's concern, but there was really nothing he could do about it. Maybe they should've split the group up, but it was best that everyone heard everyones question. In case anyone forgot something important.

"They don't care if you're not in the meeting, as long as you're not walking around the school. They don't want you wandering the halls."

It fell silent for another long pause, and everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to say something. For anyone else to step up and be braver than they were- ask a better question than they would.

Unsurprisingly, the first to speak was Vernon.

"So what's the point of this school?" He asked. There was a tone in of disinterest in his voice, arms folded across the expanse of his shirt- hiding whatever words were scrawled across the black fabric under his pale skin. "Is there some kind of ultimate superhero battle? Or is there just no fucking purpose at all?"

Seungcheol eyed him almost warningly, but patiently answered his question before Jeonghan could get to it with a soft "no." He spoke, but he quickly corrected himself. "No, Its to help you control your powers. The purpose of the school is to teach you to control and use your powers for good, but in secret. There is a sort of, 'ultimate superhero battle' at the end of the year, but it's for sport. For fun. Like football, kind of. We'll be participating in it, hopefully. If everyone is up for it."

Vernon nodded in understanding, but fell silent once more.

"Are there any like super important rules we don't already know about?"

Jeonghan took back over in answering Seungkwan's question, raising his leg to lay it over Seungcheol's shoulder, and Seungcheol replied by letting his hand rest lazily on Jeonghan's ankle.

"Not that i can think of... You have to be in your room by 9:30. There's no set time for dinner or breakfast but lunch is at exactly 12:30 every day. Aside from lunch, if you miss a meal or feel like eating earlier or later, you're free to. Breakfast is usually at 7 and dinner is usually at 6:30. Classes are always with your team, but the work is usually split by year. There's no homework except anything you don't finish during class time. Don't act up in hall C or the long stretch of hall A because that's where Mrs. Bang Lurks and she hates students so she'll take any and every opportunity to get you in trouble. They don't care who you date as long as you don't lose focus of your studies, so you don't need to worry about that... You can hold hands and stuff just don't hug too long or kiss at all. I think that's... Oh!" Most people jumped at least a bit, eyes shooting up to stare questioningly at the elder boy on the desk. "Uniforms! When you wake up there'll be a uniform in your closet.. your size. They all look the same except there's a colored strip on the pocket over your heart which tells your team. Every team has a different color. Besides that though, you have to wear your uniform to class, but as soon as classes are over for the day, you can wear whatever you want. You can wear pajamas around the school if you really want- just make sure you always wear your uniform to class."

It was clear by the calculating stares, slowly nodding heads that no-one could think of anything else. Practically all of your elders wore the same look, as if they were digging so far back in their minds, looking for anything else but finding nothing. You assumed that if there were any more rules that were particularly important, you would soon find out.

"Any more questions?"

It was silent for a few moments before Seokmin speaks up, asking "What's our color?"

"Rose quartz and Serenity." Came a voice from above, and you glanced up to see Soonyoung looking down with a friendly smile and his head in his hands. His eyes met yours quickly, and his smile widened. Someone, at least, was listening to him. "We have two colors. Seungcheol picked them. They're like... specific shades of pink and blue. Not that you didn't know that already. "

Seokmin's responding smile was radiant, his eyes wrinkled and curved in possibly the cutest display of amusement you thought you might have ever seen and only then did it dawn on you that Seokmin was a second year. He, of course, already knew that. Your lips tugged upwards in a smile that drew a soft laugh from your chest, knees pulling up closer to you as you planted the heels of your sock-clothed feet on the edge of the bed. Your arms wound around your legs, chin resting on your knees as you watched the laughter around the room die down. It had sparked up just after your giggle was released, most of the people in the room ended up laughing- and as your short giggle didn't last very long- you got to observe the other members of your team at their happiest.

Vernon, of course, didn't laugh, instead staring down at the floor in complete silence, face scrunched in effort as if he was trying to block it out. You wouldn't have been particularly surprised if he was. Your eyes continued to trail over your team, watching as they slowly caught their breath, smiles never fading.

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Morning, you found, was particularly uncomfortable. The window was rather large, and the curtains that Jeonghan had drawn as tight as they could go in order to not let in light- let in much more light than either of you had hoped. You could hear Jeonghan groaning something about 'forgot how bad that actually was,' as he woke up beneath you.

Classes were almost unnecessarily boring, as well. You always hated first days. It felt like you were hearing the same things over and over and over again and you despised it. This school, you found, was no exception. Possibly even more boring considering you had no phone- there was no service this far out in the woods and your mom said it would be best for you just to not bring it, so you listened. Originally, you couldn't imagine how you'd function without a phone but as the day drug on, you found it was probably better that way. You were practically being forced to listen to your teachers, and it- especially in Ms. Bang's class, was horrible. Your uniform wasn't unbearably ugly, though, and you got to sit with your team all day, so it certainly could have been worse.

The classrooms were separated into sections, with four lines of two desks going down. Each year sat in one line, and the teacher taught each different year for about 20 minutes. When your year wasn't being spoken to, you would have to work on papers based on what you had just been taught.

It seemed easy enough- and it was easy. The hardest part of your day was something you didn't remember Jeonghan informing you about. Team practices.

Seungcheol, of course, was the best, the strongest of your team, and you were paired with him. You tried not to take it as an insult- the subtle insult you knew it was, but it wasn't even so much an insult as it was a gentle, quiet 'you're not as good as us.' It was a fact.

Your palms were sweaty- lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed and muscles so sore as you narrowly dodged the ball of ice Seungcheol threw at you. It was your own fault- he hadn't made it to where it would do anything other than knock you over, but in your haste to cool down after the rather impressive amount of exercise you had gotten just in the past hour, you had lowered the temperature towhere his simple, weak ball of water, was a ball of pure ice that could have broken a bone had you not dodged it.

You tried to strike him with a bolt of lightning, but it seemed your aim wasn't as good as you thought it was. Soonyoung, who was off to the back of him and slightly right, screeched and jumped back, hair standing on end. You groaned to yourself as Jeonghan laughed at Soonyoung, trying again only to, again, be nowhere near him. You stopped where you were, eyes narrowing in focus as you held out your fingertip, aiming at the ground beneath his feet- but before you could even fire, he lifted you into the air and slammed you back into the ground. It had to be hard to manipulate gravity so quickly and sharply. You could've commended him- but god were you not in the mood for that shit. It seemed you were simply lucky to have hit Rose at all during your initial battle, and you hated it. You hated being so far below the level of your entire team. Soon, Seungcheol was straddling your waist, hands on your own to hold you still, and his brown eyes bored down into yours with a burning flame of adrenaline.

"Don't stop moving. People who are more experienced can attack in a second- and win. Don't ever stop moving." He advised, slowly starting to move off of you. Your hair stuck to the sweat on your forehead, breath coming out in desperate pants, and he hadn't even broken a sweat. He stood quickly, holding a hand out for you to take- to pull you up. You didn't take it.

Not only were you royally pissed at your own lack of ability and taking it out on him, but you didn't know if you had the energy to stand anyways. Hands planted firmly on the ground, you pushed up to a sitting position and pulled your knees up, acting like you had the strength in your jellly-like limbs. It wasn't hard to see through, though, with the way your body shook in exhaustion. Seungcheol sighed, crouching down to lift you into his arms and carry you over to Soonyoung for a quick energy boost. You argued, weakly beating his chest as you huffed for him to put you down, but he didn't. The rest of the team stood around Soonyoung, most looking at you in disappointment, maybe even concern- except Vernon. He glared at you, and you knew why.

You were weak. You were a waste of their time. If the most skilled on the team couldn't teach you anything after two weeks of practice, you would never learn. It wasn't long before he voiced your thoughts.

"She's weak." Vernon snapped harshly as Seungcheol set you down on the bench, and you remained silent. Soonyoung shot a glare at the younger, leaning down to grab a bottle from his bag. You already knew what it was- god only knew how often you had already had to take it. "Absolutely fucking nothing is working. Clearly, she's not going to learn."

It hurt. Of course it did, it stung so bad because you knew that he was speaking the truth. Seungcheol, the best on the team, couldn't teach you anything in two weeks- who could teach you? You just couldn't seem to learn- there was always something else, something more to remember. When you were thinking about something, how to not make the same mistake you had made in the past, you would make a new one. Then you would stress and forget the mistake you had just made. It was lucky if you got even one attack on him.

"Stop it, Hansol." Seungcheol barked at him. His gaze was trained, harsh on the younger. But Vernon was pissed- he was tired of watching you lose over and over and over again. It was boring and repetitive.

He crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "Hyung- she's not learning! You're not fucking teaching her anything! How many more times am i going to have to watch her fail before you realize that fucking talking is not doing the job!"

Soonyoung gently grabbed your chin, dropping down in front of you and making you look at him as he held the bottle up to your lips.

"Don't listen to them," He spoke, and you tried to focus on him as you took a long drink of the potion, swallowing it with a grimace as the bitter taste strikes you. It lingers on your tongue, distracting your senses for a bit, but you're immediately brought back when Seungcheol jumps up, fists clenched in fury.

"You know what, kid? If you think you can do it better, you fucking train her tomorrow. But stop dragging her down because you're pissed. She's doing her fucking best and she's not weak. She's your teammate, and she deserves a little fucking respect." You didn't mean to cry- not at all, but his words struck you. You understood Vernon's anger, but he was a dick about it and that only made it worse- so Seungcheol standing up for you the way he had left you unable to not cry.

Jeonghan grabbed Seungcheol, mumbling something in his ear to calm him down- and it seemed to be working, but then you heard Jihoon on your other side, voice strong and angry as he spotted the tears Soonyoung tried to wipe off your cheeks. It was growing cloudy, but the rain hadn't started to fall yet. It was late, the only light came from the lights around the field but it was more than enough to light the field- and you were so fucking tired. You just wanted to go to bed, but you didn't say anything, letting Jihoon's voice fill your ears.

"You're an asshole, and i hope you're proud of yourself." He growled. "Go back to your room and go to sleep. I think you need a break."

The rough pads of Soonyoungs thumbs wiped at your tears as you felt your muscles relax a little, the soreness growing lighter- even if just a little. His eyes were soft, warm and reassuring as he gazed up at you. He doesn't need to speak to calm you down, hands dropping to your knees to hold you carefully. His hands were warm, gentle, and he carefully stood up. He started to bend down, to lift you into his arms as your limbs were still burning- shaking even as the pain started to fade- but Jeonghan stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take her." He mumbled. "I'm gonna go to bed, it's been a long day."

You felt, distantly, his arms wind around you, lifting you against his chest. You were tired. Not about to pass out, but drowsy. It really had been a long day and the potion always made you drowsy for at least half an hour. That night, it wasn't the potion that had caused you to fall asleep in Jeonghan's arms, face resting in the crook of his neck.

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cynicinafishbowl · 6 years

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For the dvd meme— any bit in the second or third chapter of Politics and Profanity where Lizzy and Evie are flirting. I’m #predictable

I expected no less from you, madame. I have decided to go with Chapter 2 (under the cut)

By about ten the next morning, Elizabeth realised that Darcy had not taken the intended message away from their meeting. This realisation came by way of the five emails he had sent her by then, amending his schedule in some insignificant manner. [Darcy is a petty little shit when he puts his mind to it] By the end of the day, and another seventeen emails, she was sure that he was having his revenge by inundating her with as much minutiae as he could throw at her. Knowing, thanks to his incessant emailing, that he would not be in his office, she walked towards it, hoping to see Mr Fitzwilliam. He was indeed there, and seemed surprised to see her.

“Miss Bennett. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Fitzwilliam asked as she entered the room. A moment later, having seen her expression, he continued, “Wait. Fitz hasn’t been flooding you with emails keeping you updated as to every tiny amendment to his schedule, in an attempt to mete out some kind of schoolyard vengeance, has he?” [They’ve known each other for literally forever, which mean he knows exactly the sort of shit Darcy is likely to try to pull]

“That and sending me the occasional synopsis of a particularly interesting something which happens to be in one of his red boxes.”

Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes. “Would I be correct in surmising that you could probably use a drink?” he asked, opening the door to Darcy’s office and waving her in. “I can offer you scotch, sherry, [Yes Minister - I couldn’t not] or bourbon.”

“Bourbon?”

“He acquired a taste for it whilst on an internship in America.”

“Scotch, thank you.”

“Have a seat, Elizabeth. May I call you Elizabeth?”

“Only if I may call you Evelyn.”

There’s a definite current of flirting between the two of them in Pride and Prejudice before Fitzwilliam backs off, which in my opinion is because Darcy takes him aside and invokes bros before hos. Obviously in my fic, Fitzwilliam backs off for a different reason, but that is neither here nor there.

My initial plan was to actually have Lizzie and Fitzwilliam date for a while, before they realise that they’re better off as friends or some such, but that didn’t end up happening. I can’t recall why I decided against it. Probably the fact that I couldn’t really think of a plausible reason for them to break up, so it was safer never to go there.

“By all means, Elizabeth, otherwise our following conversation about Fitz is going to be far too confusing.” Elizabeth sank into one of the armchairs in the office and accepted the drink Fitzwilliam handed her, murmuring thanks and taking a sip. “So how many emails did he send you?” Fitzwilliam asked, before cutting her off. “No, no, don’t tell me. Twenty?”

“Twenty-two. Twenty-three if you count the one he sent last night.”

“Christ. And I assume that diligence meant that you actually read them all.”

“Indeed it did,” Elizabeth confirmed, “although every so often there was some interesting bit of statistical analysis from a research paper. Or in one case, a picture of a cat as an attachment labelled ‘virus virus Trojan horse plz open plz’.” [I believe that all email attachments should be named in the manner of lolcats]

“And you opened it?” Fitzwilliam chuckled.

“Of course I opened it. If the computer defences aren’t up to any viruses I’m sent, it’s better that we know about it as soon as possible.”

“So I take it from your visits that you think Fitz has potential in the long run?” [he’s not an idiot]

“What on earth do you mean?” Elizabeth prevaricated.

“If you thought him nothing but a passing nuisance, you wouldn’t be bothering yourself with talking to his assistant after he spent the day annoying you after you reamed him for what was, admittedly, not his fault, but, as I pointed out, something which he probably should have explained from the outset, instead of saying inappropriate things to people with arguably more political clout than him. If you thought he didn’t have staying power, you would just let him run his course, and breathe a sigh of relief when he was replaced and went to work for some top tier law firm.”

“You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?” [Up until now, Elizabeth had thought he was just along for the ride until something better came up]

“It’s my job to think these things through. If I didn’t think Fitz could go all the way, I would be spending my leisure hours looking for more permanent jobs. Instead, I spend my leisure hours conversing with lovely ladies such as yourself,” he pointed out with a slight inclination of his head. [Shameless. Absolutely shameless.]

“Darcy’s problem isn’t that he’s stupid or even bad at politics from what I’ve seen. His problem is that he’s too… I don’t know… idealistic. [She realises that Darcy isn’t a terrible person, he’s just going about the politics wrong] If he weren’t, he would realise that things are less about actually running the country and more about climbing the greasy totem pole. I mean for heaven’s sake. It’s youth and unemployment.”

“Surely you don’t mean to say that some portfolios are more important than others. Miss Elizabeth, I am shocked,” exclaimed Fitzwilliam in a tone which implied that he was anything but.

“You might very well think that,” Elizabeth paused in her response to take a drink, “but I couldn’t possibly comment.” [Two of my favourite things - that quote from House of Cards, and the Victory Sip, where you punctuate your statement with an exceedingly smug sip of something]

Fitzwilliam chuckled. In response to Elizabeth’s curious look, he said “You know, if you were a bit taller, and significantly more Tory, you’d be exactly his type [He’s essentially describing Caroline Bingley, who is, but for the fact that she’s utterly uninterested in men, exactly his type]. And before you start getting all sardonic, I am in no way implying that that is at all your intent.” [He fails to mention that she is also very close to his type: compact and filled with rage]

Elizabeth, entirely ready to reply with something sardonic, after all, she had hardly come to Westminster to secure some rich, conservative husband [lol surprise bitch, that’s what you’re getting], instead burst into laughter [He’s hot and he’s funny. Such struggle]. “And what, pray tell, was the sample size from which you drew this conclusion?”

“I will admit that my scientific method was somewhat less than rigorous.”

Elizabeth glanced at her watch, and saw that she had another forty minutes until Darcy was due to return to pick up his red boxes for the evening. As such, she was more than slightly surprised to look up from her watch to see him walk into his office [I do enjoy having characters ambush other characters]. He looked, quite rightly, somewhat confused. “You’re not meant to be back for another forty minutes, Minister. You’ve been quite diligent in that respect haven’t you?” she pointed out.

“I emailed you from the car.” [This bitch, am I right?]

Elizabeth pulled out her phone and saw that that was indeed the case. [She has to commend his diligence and commitment to pettiness] Standing, she excused herself. “Indeed you did. Evelyn, it has been a pleasure. Minister, that cat picture was most droll.” [tfw your workplace nemesis is hot as shit, and his homie is super cute and funny. #relatable]

As she left, she heard Darcy ask “What was that about?” [I love having the start of the next conversation happen while its subject is still within earshot.]

Fitzwilliam’s response of “You being a prat,” made her smile as she walked back to her department, where promptly was she greeted by Mr Gardiner. “Where the fuck were you?” [Ah, my Malcolm Tucker homage]

“Drinking scotch with the assistant to the person whom I’m pretty sure just became my nemesis.” [So that’s what the kids are calling it these days]

“I’m sorry fucking I asked,” he muttered as he stalked off.

I love the ‘question, overshare answer, look of disgust’ structure. I use it a lot.

Waiting for her, when she arrived at her computer, were three emails. The one Darcy had sent from the car, updating his schedule, along with a second, newer, email; and one from Mr Fitzwilliam [when did I drop the ‘Mr’ and just have him as ‘Fitzwilliam’? Clearly some time after chapter 2]. She clicked on it.

Elizabeth,

You must come for another chat some time soon. Fitz keeps you pretty well informed of his comings and goings, and I’m invariably always around.

I feel that our chat this afternoon was cut short. [Yeah you do. He thinks she’s attractive, she’s fiercly intelligent, he’s starting to like her]

Yours &c,

Evelyn

Attached to the email was a virtual business card with his details. A smile playing across her features [she is also in the beginning of liking him], she opened the newest email from Darcy.

Ms Bennet,

I hope that my correspondence today has been of a satisfactory level of detail. I have attached my agenda for tomorrow.

Regards,

Fitzwilliam Darcy, MP

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. If he wanted to continue on this line of childish behaviour, that was entirely his prerogative [later on, she comes to enjoy this vague spite-flirting. She has not yet reached that point]. With her work done for the day, she packed her things into her bag and made her way home. It was only when she arrived, to find Jane absent (in her being flooded with unnecessary details of Darcy’s schedule, she had forgotten the altogether more relevant fact of Jane having a date). Elizabeth made herself some eggs, opened her laptop, and poured herself some wine. [All good life choices, like google stalking someone, tend to be motivated by wine]

Having an evening to herself, without the risk of Jane seeing what she was googling and reproaching her for it, Elizabeth opened Chrome and typed ‘Fitzwilliam Darcy’ into the search bar. The first couple of results were official governmental sites, a number of news entries, including the one for which she had been sent to disabuse him, something from a law firm website, and a number of other results which offered no insight into the gentleman. It was on the third page of results [aka Dark Google - if it’s not on the first page, tweak your search term. Things get weird once you’re past that first page of results] that she found something interesting. An obscure Cambridge publication showed a photograph of a young Darcy along with two young men and a young woman, and the caption ---- [Why bother deciding where he went if I can just go the ---- route of Austen?] College University Challenge Team.

Elizabeth very nearly spat out the wine she had just imbibed [spit-takes are never not hilarious]. Here was Darcy, unmistakeably, but over a decade ago. He couldn’t have been older than nineteen, and he was still in the throes of boyhood [the awkward teenage years we would rather forget], his body seeming too tall for his frame [stringbean Darcy], as if he had just completed a growth spurt, which, she supposed, he probably had. Armed with a new search phrase [Good decision, Lizzie. Don’t just keep going deeper], she returned to Google.

She had barely opened the first video when she opened her email to see if Fitzwilliam had seen fit to include his mobile phone number in his set of details. Elizabeth was delighted to see that he had [totally for professional reasons]. She typed the number into her phone and dialled.

“This is Evelyn.”

“Evelyn. Hullo. This is Elizabeth Bennet.”

“Elizabeth! To what do I owe this delight? I hope Fitz hasn’t been pestering you [that’s a lie. He hopes Fitz has been pestering her, because then she’ll keep chatting to him].”

Elizabeth laughed. “No more than the usual. Although it is about him that I called.”

“Oh really?” Fitzwilliam said, with some real intrigue in his voice. “Do go on.”

“I was doing some googling,”

“Of course.”

“I can sense judgement, and I will not have it.” [I swear, the flirting wrote itself]

“Not at all. Please continue.”

“I found a video of Darcy as some lanky teenager on Univeristy Challenge.”

Fitzwilliam let out a hoot of laughter [he remembers stringbean teenager Darcy]. “I’d no idea that was on the internet. Hang on.” Elizabeth heard some shuffling and then frenzied typing, followed by another hoot of laughter. “I am so glad you called. I was making do with occasionally recalling it and chuckling. I never even thought to see if someone had uploaded it. That has absolutely made my evening. I’m going to spend hours making GIFs of this just so that I can send them to him at inopportune moments.” [He totally would]

“Surely you have better things to do with your time,” Elizabeth protested.

“Indeed I do not, for you see, unlike you, I am wildly unqualified for this position and very much did get the job entirely through nepotism [This statement is more or less entirely true]. I take phone calls when he’s out of the office, but let’s be entirely honest, Fitz doesn’t need me around [Not quite true, but definitely not untrue]. A partially trained chimpanzee could do my job [very true]. He hired me because I was an unemployed cousin with a PhD [in retrospect, the timelines make more sense if it’s a Bachelor’s. This was written back when I hadn’t planned for him to have spent quite as long in the military. That changed] in maths so pure that numbers weren’t even involved any more, which of course meant that my job prospects were infinite, and he happened to need a glorified receptionist, and since we always got along well as lads, he gave me the job.” [definitely one interpretation of events]

“Don’t sell yourself short. You could engage in the vicious cycle of academia and teach bright-eyed young things skills which are wholly unusable in the real world so that they too can’t get jobs and so go into academia.” [I wonder what my opinions of professional academia are]

“If I could tolerate youths, then maybe, but ugh, can you imagine?”

“I hate to break it to you, Evelyn, but if they’re at university reading pure maths, I can guarantee that they are about as far from being ‘youths’ as is humanly possible.”

“Excuse you, Miss Elizabeth, I will have you know that there was many a debauched escapade as we dealt with n-dimensional hypercubes.” [debauchery is relative]

“I’m sure.”

“Tell you what, once the GIFs are done, I’ll send you a couple for your own amusement.” [that’s totally not just an excuse for them to keep corresponding at all]

“You are a prince among men,” Elizabeth informed him.

“I know. Feel free to drop by any time Fitz is out of the office, or indeed whenever he isn’t. I’m finding that I enjoy our chats, and nothing worries Fitz more than me chatting about him with terrifying women.” [especially when Fitz worries that he’s going to fall madly in love with them]

“It’s been a pleasure, as always.” [yeah it has]

Elizabeth marvelled at how someone could be so resolutely upper-class, and then read anything other than Classics at university. [really though. I just wanted something that would make him super unemployable, and it was Maths or Classics. Since I decided that Tristan read Classics, Maths it was]

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hetianxmomo · 7 years

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One Condition [Part 2/2]

Yu：Why the hell… I don’t know, I was bedridden and bored and still need to add 30s slang to the other fic, but can’t do that until either I find my reference site or this damn Baccano episode loads up, so plz enjoy…

_ _ _

If you thought GuanShan didn’t noticed that he hadn’t woken up feeling this good in a very long while, then you were damn mistaken. Which was the first hint that something was wrong.

It’s kind of sad he doubted himself, his surroundings, his luck whenever he felt good; as if a tidal wave of ‘bad’ was about to crash him against the jagged rocks of reality.

After his eyes readjusted to the light, and the expensive sheets and heavenly pillows, and the sofa across from him, and the high-rise ceiling, he knew exactly what that incoming tsunami was.

“Morning, sleepy-head,” said the tidal wave.

A muffled ‘Nooo,’ was groaned faced down into the pillow.

Maybe if he pressed hard enough to the point of flattening his nose, he could smother himself.

But the onslaught wave had no interest in his deliberations, and strode from the kitchen to hand him a glass of water and pills he assumed were for hangovers.

“So let me try filling you in, in case you aren’t aware,” HeTian spoke, taking a seat on the adjacent couch. “Yes, you did arrive drunk on my doorstep at around midnight,” he folded his legs casually, “Yes, you did a bit of drunk rambling- but nothing embarrassing,” He winked. Prick. “And yes, you also passed out in my bed. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for you being in the smack middle of it, and having a tendency to kick sheets off of you, then hog them back on to your side, right before kicking them off again.” Wait. Had he slept in the same bed with him? He looked at the medium length of the sofa and knew the flat well enough to gather that the bed was the only comfortable place for the night.

“Sorry to inconvenience you,” GuanShan reluctantly mumbled, hating being formal with the bastard, but there was no doubt he was in the wrong.

“On the contrary. I told you that you needn’t try to deal with everything on your own. It’s okay for you to ask for help and that’s exactly what you did.”

“..什么?” GuanShan didn’t understand.

“Only thing to deal with now is how you’d like this done,” HeTian spoke with a definite change in his voice. The words would seem neutral and perhaps business-like, but GuanShan detected a certain chill reminiscent of the time the dark eyed boy promised steel wires and blood-dripped lips. GuanShan kept silent, not sure when he had sat up with his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

“Your father, GuanShan,” HeTian alluded to his unasked question, “Do you want him dead or alive?”

GuanShan wondered if it’d be overdramatic to say that the world stopped. If anyone thought so, then how many people have offered before to commit murder for them?

GuanShan sputtered, but nothing coherent ever came out. It was as if he was just buying time while he tried figuring out what the hell was going on.

“What all did you hear last night? I was only looking for a place to crash-”

“There was a condition to you staying here. You had to tell me what was wrong or I’d throw you out… He’s back, right?”

GuanShan wasn’t good at hiding tells, but he at least knew what was one. So when his breath hitched at the question, there was no denying HeTian had the confirmation he’d been looking for.

“Shan… He’s back from prison. And as much as people would like to claim they’re ‘correctional facilities'…9 out of 10 they are most certainly not. If he’s beating the crap out of you and your mom, there’s only one solution to that.”

“Killing him!?”

“Showing him what the hierarchy is now that he’s outside a prison. If his dumbass gets killed and winds up in a backalley, that’s his fault. And if done right, no one will waste the manpower investigating it.”

There was hesitation. But he really had to know. “HeTian… Are you a part of a gang?”

“Ha~…No, GuanShan. I’m not.” And he believed him.

“But," he paused, "to kill someone -”

“Doesn’t take being a Tong or a Triad.”

Silence.

“Besides, I’ve seen his criminal records. Your father’s ties to either organization weren’t even that deep to begin with. He won’t be missed.”

The redhead wasn’t entirely sure how to covertly ask ‘Why the fuck do you know that?’, so he didn’t.

“No,” was the first word that practically forced its way out, “No. No, no, no,” Bringing his hands to his face, GuanShan shook his head, “There’s no reason to kill him. If I could just put him back in prison, that’d be-” “Done.”

His head popped up. Eyes wide in shock…fear…admiration?

“什-”

“He’ll be back in prison by the end of the week. Stay here for now, and try to get your mother to come here as well. Tell her to say she’s heading to the market for groceries-”

“That’s doing too much-”

“Your business is my business.”

The statement was said with so much finality, GuanShan didn’t think he could help the first thing that shot out his mouth:

“Do you like me?”

It sounded like the most random of questions. Maybe even a bit needy too. What is this, primary school?? But in the context, with the housekeeping job, and the kiss, and the clearing of his name, and this, it just seemed-

“No.”

His innerself watched in confusion at his heart plummeting from a drop door in his chest, until it shattered upon the metaphysical floor.

Wow.

He shouldn’t be so blunt.

But then again, shouldn’t he be feeling relieved?

It’s just because the prick was being rude.

But he’s always like that. And honestly, he was just being clear.

Which is all he could’ve asked for.

But they had kissed, so how could HeTian say that??

Was it a game? Did it matter? Wouldn’t it be better if it was a joke? Wouldn’t it be better if-

“I don’t know how I feel about you, actually,” HeTian’s words cutting through GuanShan’s high-speed train of thought that was tumbling off a broken bridge Old Western-style. “I just…saw a tool of amusement at first-” GuanShan almost interrupted, “-and after a little while, I saw only a friend, who was a bit of a pain in the ass, but worth it.”

GuanShan felt a bit better, but it went away as soon as he saw the expression of an internal struggle, and words starting again with treaded caution. “And I thought that this would continue… Until I saw,” HeTian paused, his eyes looking directly into his own, “a possibility.”

Realization hit him like thunder, but lightning always comes first, and so before he could fully pass the sofa and reach the exit, HeTian’s reflexes had captured his arm. Every muscle rigid in his body, completed with a clenched jaw, and his eyes never deviating from the door leading outside of the Hell he’s found himself in.

“Shan - listen - that time - the kiss - it - it was just a joke, I swear. I’m not trying to push you outside of your comfort zone. I already know you don’t like me, and that’s fine,” he emphasized.

Fuck.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that I care about your well-being, because above all, you’re my friend.”

Friend…

“Do you understand?”

Not at all.

HeTian’s words were crystal clear, but whatever the fuck was going on in his head wasn’t.

“You… I….” were the words that wound up beating the other stream of thoughts that had raced to his lips.

“It’s not…like that. I think that I just need time, is all…”

His eyes caught the sudden expansion of HeTian’s chest, and felt that this might be the closest he’d get to an audible gasp.

It was such a human thing, and he amusedly hadn’t thought HeTian capable until now. But that wasn’t the only surprise. GuanShan thought to himself of how all the times the person before him had smirked mischievously, or forced grins masking threats, but he had forgotten that genuine smiles may look a bit different. For example, they tend to stretch the mouth at both corners, and raise the cheeks. There are sometimes wrinkling around the eyes. And even the darkest of irises had the potential of lighting up like the Chinese New Year.

HeTian’s chest finally drew inward, and his lungs exhaled, “Take all the time you need, GuanShan.”

There was evident emotion there. Hope. GuanShan, for once, allowed himself to feel it too. Maybe this time a tidal wave wouldn’t come. Maybe this time, there’d be smooth sails.

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Yu: 什么/shénme is just “what” (Probably coulda guessed that one, right?)

#he tian x mo guan shan #tianshan #fic #one condition #I hope no one's too out of character

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Dirty Louis Imagine

🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫

“Study Buddy”

I groaned in frustration, rolling over and laying on top of my open books. I had a mountain of study to do and homework. I had been staring at these textbooks for an hour and not actually done anything. Being my usual self, I picked up my phone and texted Louis.

“Hey baby” I said.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be studying? ;)” he said.

“Idc” I said.

“Come on, you’ll regret it if you don’t” Louis replied.

“Motivate me to study and do my homework” I said.

“If you do all of your homework and study I will have sex with you. I promise and If you get an A+ on your exam, I will give you the best sex of your life for a week” He said.

“Now I’m horny :/ you’re no help :(” I said.

“Do you need a study buddy?” Louis asked.

“Yes please” I replied.

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes” Louis said, I fell back onto bed and fell asleep.

“(Y/N)” Louis’ melodic voice pulled me from my slumber.

“Wot” I said tiredly, Louis chuckled.

“I’m here to study and I brought Pizza” He said.

“I am so hungry, I have no food” I said.

“I know” Louis replied.

“How?”

“You texted me saying you had no food, but you had to study so you couldn’t get food” He said.

“You’re the best” I said.

“I know, now let's go downstairs and study at the kitchen table” he said.

“You know what sounds better than studying?’ I said still laying in bed.

"What?” Louis asked.

“Eating pizza then having sex, then sleeping” I said.

“That sounds great, but would you rather that and then get a bad grade on a test and have boring sex every night for a week, or get an A and have amazing sex every night for a week?” Louis said, I contemplated it for a bit before rolling out of bed and walking downstairs with Louis, he helped me with my studying for about three and a half hours, he could tell I was getting tired.

“How about we make this a game” Louis said.

“I’m listening” I said.

“For every question you get right, I have to take off one item of clothing and for every question you get wrong you have to take off an item of clothing” Louis said.

“Deal” I said, another hour passed and I surprisingly was beating Louis, he was down to his boxers and I was down to my shirt, panties and socks.

“No bra?” Louis smirked as I pulled my sweater off, my nipples showing through the thin cotton of the shirt that I stole from Louis a while ago.

“Shut up and give me next question” I said.

“Nope sorry” He said once I gave him my answer.

“I think these should go next” He said seductively his fingers lightly sliding over the lace of my panties, I gasped and swallowed. Louis smiled at my reaction to his fingers. I decided not to give him what he wanted and I pulled my socks off one by one.

“Mmh, yeah uncovered feet is such a turn on” Louis joked, I kicked his shin.

“You’re a sore loser” I said, Louis laughed and read out the next question, he groaned.

“You’re right” he sighed, I smirked feeling very please with myself.

“These need to go” I said reaching over to his boxers, my fingers lightly brushing over his tip.

“Don’t” he warned.

“Don’t what?” I asked innocently, Louis glared playfully at me and pulled off his boxers. Louis read the second to last question, which I got wrong I pulled my panties off and threw them at my boyfriend

“Alright last question” he said.

“Good job, you got them nearly all correct” Louis said “And you got that one right. So off goes your shirt" He said.

“That was not part of the deal” I said.

“It doesn’t matter that much does it?” He said, I closed my book and walked into the kitchen to get a class of water. Louis came up behind me.

“Remember what I told you a few hours ago when you asked me to motivate you to do your study and homework?” He whispered and started kissing my neck.

“No, you’ll have to remind me” I said turning around.

“I said, if you did all your homework and study that I’d have sex with you” He said “And we have finished all of your homework and all of your study. I promised and I can't break a promise” He whispered.

“No you can't break a promise” I said, Louis smirked and pushed me against the counter, he kissed me roughly, biting down on my lower lip I gasped at the sudden feeling, Louis used that moment to shove his tongue into my mouth. We both fought for dominance, but Louis won, not that I minded much, he was an expert with his tongue. I moaned against his lips thinking of all the things he could do to me, his hand went between my legs, his fingers lightly brushing over my center causing me to shudder. Louis smirked at me and picked me up.

“Bedroom or couch?” he asked.

“Couch, it’s closer” I said before kissing him again, Louis walked over to the couch and practically threw me down. He pulled my shirt off and threw it to the side.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked.

“Show me what your tongue can do” I said, my voice barely audible.

“Whatever you want babe” He whispered in my ear and got to work.

I rolled out of Louis’ arms and got ready for class.

“Where are you going?” Louis asked.

“I have my exam today, remember? That’s why I needed you to help me study” I said.

“Oh yeah, good luck babe. Try really hard, remember our deal” he said.

“Yes, I remember” I smiled and kissed him. “You can stay here for the day if you want. Only if you get some groceries” I said.

“Deal” he said, I walked outside and drove to college, during the drive I went over everything that we studied last night. I sat down for the test, and went through with a breeze, I did not find it hard at all.

“Thank you students, your tests will be available after lunch” the professor said. I went to my next class and had lunch. I walked back to collect my exam paper.

“Good work (Y/N)” he smiled and handed me my test. I got an A+, I drove home as quickly as I could.

“LOUIS!” I yelled.

“Yeah” he said.

“Can you please come downstairs?” I asked, Louis walked downstairs.

“So how’d it go?” he asked, I grinned and showed him my test paper.

“Come here” He said, I gently walked over to him. He smiled and pulled me against his body.

“I am so proud of you (Y/N/N)” he whispered and kissed me so passionately that my knees buckled. Louis placed his hand at my lower back to support me, he picked me up and carried me upstairs to my room.

“You cleaned?” I said.

“Yeah” Louis said.

“Thank you” I smiled and kissed him again, he set me down on my bedroom floor and started taking my clothes off, I pulled his shirt over his head and went back to kissing him. We fell on the bed with Louis straddling me, I was still only in my underwear, luckily today I decided to wear my sexiest pair of lingerie... just in case.

“Oh god babe” he said and kissed me again. Louis moved down my body, he slowly inched my panties down with his teeth and moved back up to my dripping center, Louis looked up at me and smirked evilly before burying his face between my legs, I gasped when we blew cool air onto my clit, he slowly licked up my slit collecting some of my juices. Louis’ soft lips placed light kisses all around my pussy and on my thighs. He plunged his tongue deep into my core when I expected it least, I moaned loudly and began rubbing my clit but Louis pulled my hands away and held them against the mattress so I couldn’t touch him or myself. He let go of my hands and used his thumb to rub fast vigorous circles on my clit.

“Louissss” I moaned quietly.

“Louder, I want everyone to hear, I want the whole neighbourhood to know that it's me making you feel this good” he said, I moaned louder this time.

“FUCK LOUIS” I said, Louis took that as an indicator to go faster and harder, I was panting, my mind swimming, I could only concentrate on the pleasure pulsing through my body.

“Louis I’m coming” I moaned.

“I can’t hear you” he said against my core.

“FUCK, LOU, I’M GONNA CUM” I screamed, I felt the familiar tingle in my lower abdomen I clenched around his tongue and released my juices, Louis didn’t stop, if anything he went faster letting me ride out my orgasm. I came down from my climax, panting heavily.

“So good” he said kissing me, I could taste my juices on his tongue which turned me on even more, I went to push him on his back to return the favour but he stopped me.

“Tonight and every other night of this week is devoted to you, and just you” He said. “Wait here” Louis said giving me a quick kiss before getting up from the bed, he walked over to a large bag that was sitting on the floor, I hadn’t even noticed it when we came in. Louis rummaged around for a bit and pulled a few objects out, Louis returned with a shit eating grin on his face. I realized that he was carrying a few ‘toys’.

“Which one shall I use first?” Louis said more to himself. He picked up the golden colored one.

“I think you’ll like this one” He smiled before pushing it into my dripping cunt, I moaned quietly, Louis pushed a button and it started vibrating, I gasped and moaned again, Louis turned the vibration level up a notch, I moaned practically under my breath.

“Each time you moan quietly, I turn the vibrations up” he said, turning it up to the next level, I moaned again but obviously not loud enough for Louis, each level was better than the last.

“The next level is the last one. This one had better make you scream” Louis said and turned it up to the last level, that was it for me, I had all these pent up screams that I had to let go of. I let out a long and loud scream of pure ecstasy…. I searched around me tryin to find something to grab onto but I couldn’t. Louis pumped the furiously vibrating sex toy in and out of me and an excruciatingly slow pace.

“OH GOD, IM CUMMING” I moaned loudly, Louis pumped the vibrator in and out of me extremely fast. He replaced it with his fingers and pressed the vibrator to my sensitive clit.

“LOUISSSSS” I screamed, his fingers slowed as my orgasm came to an end.

“Shit babe, you squirted. That was so hot” He whispered.

“Louis, I am begging you, please fuck me” I panted, he smiled and pulled his jeans off discarding them onto the floor among with the other clothing items, he was still wearing his tight Calvin Klein boxers. He slowly grinded his hard on against me.

“Louis” I gasped, he smiled and pulled his boxers down and slowly pushed into me. He moaned loudly at the feeling of my tight wet pussy, his thrusts began slow but then moved to a faster pace, soon Louis was pounding into me our moans synchronized..

“Louis I’m gonna cum” I moaned.

“Just wait for me, please baby” he said, I nodded and clenched my muscles.

“Oh shit” he moaned as I clenched around his dick, Louis leaned down to kiss me, his thrusts became sloppy indicating he was coming,

“Now” he whispered, we both came together. Helping each other ride out our orgasms, Louis collapsed next to me and kissed me passionately,

“You should help me study more often” I smiled before falling asleep in his arms.

#Louis Imagine #Dirty Louis Imagine #long Louis imagine #long dirty Louis imagine #long imagine #dirty imagine #WARNING 18+ PLZ #🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫#DirtyImagineFriday

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