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starry-hughes · 5 months

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christmas wrapping (quinn hughes)

day 25 of star’s ficmas

quinn hughes x reader

note: merry christmas! after posting fics for 25 days straight, i’m extremely proud of myself. i had a lot going on during these 25 days and i was convinced that i was going to give up but it made me have a goal for every day.

with that being said, welcome to the final fic. if you don’t understand the title, please refer to my FAVORITE christmas song by the waitresses christmas wrapping, in which this entire fic is based off of. i’ve been working on this for a while.

thank you for sticking around for 25 days!

It didn’t feel like Christmas. You were in a humbug spirit all month long, despite it being your absolute favorite holiday. Typically, by the month of December, you had presents bought and wrapped before the first week of the month ended.

You didn’t have somewhere to be on the holiday. Last year at Christmas, you were in a ski shop. Your friends had planned a whole ski trip which is where you met Quinn Hughes. Quinn had struck up the conversation and you both discovered you were living in Vancouver. At the end of the conversation, Quinn was giving you his phone number.

You fully intended on calling Quinn. But there was never the time. Between your work and own things, and his busy schedule, it was never lining up. When the season in the spring was picking up for Quinn, it was the time that you just so happened to reach out to him. You asked if lunch was something possible.

Quinn was all for lunch. He wanted to see you. The alluring individual he met in a ski shop when avoiding his brothers’ antics out in the snow. You suggested the first date, he was in Carolina that day. The date he suggested, you were on a work trip in Montreal. After the back and forth and exchange of at least ten different days in the spring, nothing was working out. Both of you laughed it off, promising to keep in touch for when schedules got light and times would match up better.

The next time you would hear from Quinn would be the summertime. You were returning from a weekend trip with some friends to the beach, but on your trip, you had forgotten an important item. Sunscreen. You had horrible sun blisters and it hurt to even lay in bed. Quinn normally didn’t spend the summer in Vancouver but he was there briefly for a little, visiting some friends, when he invited you to a boat day on the lake. You wanted to attend so bad, you were still wanting to meet with Quinn again, see if the spark was still there from December of last year. Sadly, you had to decline, sending him a picture of you with aloe slathered on your face, telling him it was sunburn in the third degree keeping you from joining him.

Quinn understood, no one would ever want to sit under the scorching sun after getting severe sunburn. There were no hard feelings but he was wishing he could see you.

You finally took the time to call all your friends who had invited you over for Christmas. Declining all the invites, making phone calls to all the parties you were asked to RSVP to. It had been a crazy year and you had decided it would be your first Christmas alone. It was a hard decision but it was needed.

You thought back to Halloween. Quinn had invited you to the Canucks Halloween party at Brock Boeser’s house. He was supposed to pick you up. You were sitting in your apartment for a while, costume on, handing out candy to the few kids who knocked on your door. Quinn was exasperated when he called. Of course this would be the night his car battery died. His friends were already all at the party and there was no one to help him. He promised he wasn’t bailing on purpose and you told him it was okay and believed his word. Guess another time would have to do.

You had grocery shopped for your small Christmas dinner days in advance. The moment you decided to eat and celebrate alone, you picked up everything. A small turkey was in the oven, resting, while you put together other items. You cursed to yourself, of course you’d forget cranberry sauce. And it was Christmas Eve, meaning all the last minute shoppers would be at the store. It was windy and rainy in Vancouver, a gloomy Christmas. Slipping on your rain boots and coat, you made it down to the nearest store.

Quinn wasn’t used to spending the holidays alone. But one mistake in his family and their booking of flights and he was alone. Honestly, he preferred it. He needed the time to recharge. After being named captain of his hockey team and his team doing pretty well, he deserved time to himself. He didn’t have a big dinner planned, declining all invites from his teammates.

He had waited until the last minute to buy most things and fought through the last minute crowds to get everything in the morning to make dinner for himself tomorrow on Christmas Day. But while emptying his grocery bags, he realized he forgot cranberry sauce. He trudged through to the store down the street from his apartment.

You couldn’t exactly put your finger on where you knew him from when you first saw him. You were standing in line, cranberry sauce in hand when Quinn joined the line right next to yours. You smiled at him and he immediately knew it was you. He joined in you line.

“Spending this Christmas alone?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s been crazy,” he responded.

“Yeah me too, but why are you at the store..” your voice trailed off, “you forgot cranberry too!”

Quinn and you both laughed and then at the same time, it clicked. Christmas magic from the movies. “My dinner is almost done, if you want to come over,” you suggested. “I’d love that,” he paid for both cans of cranberry sauce. “Tomorrow, you can eat dinner at my place if you want,” he said.

You nodded and the two of you made the way out of the grocery store together and down to your apartment. “I feel bad, we don’t have gifts to unwrap,” you said. “I guess cranberries work. Or maybe a toothbrush depending if I stay the night.”

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rayslittlekitten · 5 months

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Longest Nights

A/N: Okay, this isn't perfect but I think it mostly captures what I was going for. I'm done working on this. I've listened to "Last Christmas" by Ariana Grande on loop for literally the last like 8 hours trying to finish this. It's weirdly the song that inspired this (YT link below). This isn't the first Kai fic I thought I'd finish but here we are. Kai had already broke my heart so this fic is just me jamming the knife even deeper and twisting it. This fic is spoiler free.

Rating: T/M

Word Count: ~1.3k

Pairing: Kai x Pilot! F! Reader

Plot: When you run into your crush who you have a working relationship with on the loneliest night of the year, you find comfort in him.

Contains: mentions of sex, heartache, Kai is a warning in itself

It’s that time of year again, the shortest day and longest night, where all the travelers go home to be with their families and loved ones to celebrate the Winter Solstice. You don’t know the origin of the holiday but it’s celebrated universally. Traditions may vary from culture to culture but usually children get presents for being well-behaved all year and families gather around to sing and dance.

But where do the ones with no family go? The same place where you are right now, seated on the stool at the bar in this saloon. The orphans, the loners, the outcasts. This is their home and it has been yours as well for the last few years. It can get lonely this time of year making the longest night seem even longer, but at least you’re not doing it alone.

While working on your third pint, a familiar voice behind you draws your attention. You slowly turn around to take a glance and as expected, you see him. He has his arm around a woman’s shoulder and they look cozy as they walk across the saloon. Probably a mark, but with Kai, you never know until it’s too late.

Your eyes follow them as they seat themselves at the other end of the bar. He leans in and whispers something into her ear and she giggles with her hand over her chest. She is definitely getting something stolen tonight, whether it’s the big shiny ring on her hand or her heart. You would know first hand.

When you finished off your ale, you sensed a presence next to you. Before you could order another pint, they ordered it for you as well as one for themselves, sliding a few coins to the bartender.

“Oh, hey Kai. You don’t need to-” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about it. I got a bigger payout from my last job than I expected,” he waved his ringed hand to dismiss you. “Besides, I owe you one.”

Kai brought his freshly-poured pint up to clink with yours before taking a large gulp.

Last time, he tried to swindle a swindler and he almost had it but when they caught on, Kai would have lost his head if you hadn’t happened to be there to back him up. He’s always getting himself into all sorts of trouble for a shilling, but he’s usually smart about it. Once in a while, he just liked to do it for the challenge.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged after taking a sip of your own ale. “I’m sure you would have done the same for me.”

You noticed the mischievous smirk forming on his face, flashing his shiny teeth. The precious metals in his mouth brightens his smile. Your gaze moved up and you’re suddenly lost in his bright blue eyes. It wouldn’t be your first time.

“So what are you doing here by yourself on a night like this? Shouldn’t you be with that bounty hunting fellow you’ve been planet-hopping with?” Kai asked curiously.

“You mean Jaxson? We’re not together anymore,” you told him, then took another sip of your drink, looking away from him in embarrassment.

“Well, that’s too bad for him. You’re a great person to have around,” he commented.

“Thanks, Kai. Guess he didn’t think so,” you threw him a tight-lipped smile. “He found somebody more suited for him at the brothel.”

“Eh, screw Jaxson! I never trust bounty hunters,” he replied. “Especially ones who can’t even see the value of someone.”

His crystal clear eyes met yours again and he winked. You felt your cheeks quickly heating up and it’s not from the ale. Kai was very charming and charismatic which is why he’s great at what he does and you’re not immune from it even knowing this. His accent certainly adds to it.

“Enough about that scoundrel. How’s business going, by the way?” he asked, changing the subject.

Kai would sometimes outsource jobs to you when he wasn’t able to do them himself and would take a small percentage of the payout as a finder’s fee. You never knew what you were transporting but you always took the job. It wasn’t just for the money; any opportunity to spend time with Kai was enough of a reason.

“Not many people have needed things transported lately, believe it or not. Might have to find other ways to earn if this keeps up. Fuel is not cheap.”

Kai leaned into you, his shoulder pressed right up against yours and his face mere inches away from yours.

“You know, I heard on Veldt, the farmers have this belief that making a lot of loud and passionate love appeases their god and will make their soil fertile so they will have an abundance of crops,” he started.

“Interesting,” you commented, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Maybe it might work in the same way. Abundance of transportation needs,” he shrugged.

You let out a chortle, nearly choking on your ale.

“Kai, that has to be the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,” you replied while wiping the corners of your mouth.

“It might be, but it made you laugh,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you how cute your laugh is?”

Your face got hot again as the corners of your lips curled up and you tried to hide your face in your shoulder. That handsome smile made an appearance again and there’s a twinkle in his eyes. He scanned your face before settling on your lips and leaning in even closer.

“Interested in appeasing the gods tonight?”

You let out a small laugh but stared at him for a few moments when his facial expression didn’t change. When his hooded eyes found yours again, your breath hitched.

***

The next morning, you found yourself alone in the bed of the room you both rented out for the night at a nearby inn. You scanned the room and there was no sign of Kai. It was as if he never stepped foot in here. The soreness between your legs is the only proof you had, that you hadn’t dreamt it.

You had lost count of how many times he made you climax, but that wasn’t even the best part of it. It was the most intimate and passionate love making you had ever experienced. He said and did things that made you feel like the only person that existed in this universe. He took his time with you, worshiped you, and left no part of your body untouched. He made your body react in ways you didn’t ever think was possible. You opened up to him and shared parts of yourself that you hadn’t shared with anyone else, as it seemed like he did with you.

Admittedly, you were in a vulnerable place, but it didn’t take away from what had manifested last night. You then suddenly checked all your belongings to make sure they were all there. After thoroughly searching, you found something that didn’t belong to you: one of Kai’s rings. You sighed in relief to confirm Kai didn’t steal anything from you, but it still felt like something was missing.

A few days later, you ran into him, although you didn’t know if it was by chance or it was by his design because he was in need of your services again. You returned his ring which he thanked you for, but things went on like nothing had ever happened between you. You had thought there was a connection. He had never brought up that night to you so you didn’t either, especially seeing him with another woman that day. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

You quickly finish your drink and tip the bartender as you gather your belongings. From your peripheral vision, you see the woman throw a drink onto Kai’s face before stomping out the swinging doors. You can’t help but smirk, but you hide it from him. You glance over at him for a quick moment as he wipes his face before finally heading out yourself. The last thing you need is for him to drown you in his eyes again.

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 1 year

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Home for Christmas

Hi, everyone!

So I’ve been lurking for a while, and decided I’d finally get off my ass and write something. I used to write these characters way back in the blue forum days, but haven’t written anything with them in years (or really anything at all, so if it’s rough that’s why - my apologies). Their names are Greyson and Elijah - Elijah is the owner and general manager of a restaurant, where Greyson is the executive chef. That’s all you really need to know to read this!

I’d love to know if anyone likes these guys, because I do have a lot of older writing from the forum with them that I’ll happily post here if anyone’s interested :)

Onward!

Home for Christmas

(cw: male, colds, contagion)

“Are you sure about this?”

“Jesus, Greyson, it’s a single day closed. It’s not like we’re closing the restaurant for good.”

“Yeah, but I mean...it’s you. I’ve literally never known you to close the restaurant.”

Elijah gave the Executive Chef the stink eye as he pressed ‘send’ on the Christmas day schedule. “Well, like 90% of the servers asked for it off, and I’m sick and tired of being the bad guy every holiday,” he said. “And anyway,” Elijah pointed to the computer, where the email on the screen read ‘sent’, “what’s done is done.”

Greyson shrugged as he zipped up his knife bag. “Whatever you want, man. I’m sure the staff will be thrilled.” The chef hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and zipped up his coat. “You gonna do anything for Christmas, then?”

Elijah rolled his eyes. “My family hasn’t spoke to me in ten years. Fairly sure I’m going to be wasted by 9AM and in bed by noon.”

Greyson laughed. “Hey, the holidays are hard on all of us. Collin is out of town visiting family, so if you wanna hit up a dive bar or something, you know where to find me,” he said, pointing finger guns at his boss.

“Greyson, we literally see each other 80 hours a week. Don’t you have any friends you want to spend the day with?”

Greyson raised his eyebrows, amused. “I feel like the answer to the question lays within the statement ‘80 hours a week at work’”, he chuckled. Elijah grunted in response, and this time Greyson let out a full laugh.

“See ya tomorrow, boss,” he called as he walked out of their shared office. Then, as he walked out the back door of the kitchen, “Seven days til Christmas!”

***

Though he thought he’d never say it, Elijah could not wait until Christmas.

It wasn’t the presents, or the fact that day drinking was seen as an inevitable, and it wasn’t even the fact that he’d actually have a day off. No, at this point – five days out from the usually dreaded holiday – it was the fact that the restaurant was going to be closed, and he wasn’t going to have to try and find enough healthy staff to keep the restaurant running for holiday service.

“You’re sure you can’t come in today?” he hated himself for even asking, but Riley was the third server to call off that evening, and Elijah wasn’t even sure he’d be able to run the floor with only three servers.

Riley explained the same thing the rest of the servers who’d called off had – she had the flu, she could barely talk, she had a fever, there was no way she’d be able to come in – and Elijah apologized for even asking. After hanging up the phone, he held his head in his hands until he heard a knock on the already-open office door.

“Morning, boss,” Greyson said, cracking his neck and setting down his heavy knife bag on the chair next to Elijah. “All good?”

Elijah sighed heavily and pressed his fingers into his eye sockets. “Not really,” he said, turning to the computer in search of someone to call who wasn’t deathly ill. “Third server of the night just called out.”

Greyson let out a low whistle as he took off his jacket and switched it out for a chef’s coat. “Damn,” he said. “They’re really dropping like fl-iiihh,” Elijah’s head whipped up when he heard the chef’s breath catch. Greyson’s eyes half-closed and he quickly brought his elbow to his face to catch a huge “HGTTSHH-uhh!” Greyson sniffed hard, shook his head, and looked down at Elijah, whose face was one of pure misery. “What?”

“No,” Elijah said, “absolutely not.”

“Absolutely not, what?”

“Absolutely not, you’re not getting sick.”

Greyson laughed as he finished buttoning his chef’s coat. “Lij. Don’t worry. I don’t get sick.”

“Hilarious, chef. Take this,” Elijah said, rooting through a desk drawer until he found the final packet of Emergen-C he had and held it up to Greyson. The chef raised an eyebrow and tentatively shook his head.

“Elijah, seriously, it was one sneeze. I’m fine, I feel fine, I really don’t need – HRSHH!” This one seemed to sneak up on him, and Greyson barely managed to stifle it into his palm. Elijah audibly groaned. “Relax,” Greyson said sniffing hard and snatching the Emergen-C packet. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

The chef walked out of the office and waved to his team prepping food for the night before washing his hands. Elijah was still staring at him with a pained expression when Greyson peeked back into the office.

“Put a smile on, boss,” he said, sniffling just a little as he dried his hands. “Five days til Christmas!”

***

Everything was absolutely not going to be fine.

Elijah knew even before Greyson got to the restaurant that he was sick as a dog. Their text conversation that morning had confirmed it in his mind, despite the fact that Greyson would never actually admit to illness.

8:21AM

Hey. How’re you feeling.

Wow, not even a question mark??? What are you, the psycho from American Psycho?

Hilarious. Are you well enough to come in?

Lij. Please. If im texting you, don’t you think im coming in? Obviously if I planned on skipping work id ghost you.

Ha ha.

Fr though, im coming in. No worries. See ya soon. :)

Maybe an innocuous conversation to some, but for Greyson to fully ignore the blatant question Elijah asked, the GM knew that he had to be doing pretty shitty. And unfortunately, he didn’t have much choice but to come in – the flu that had passed through the front of house and moved its way into the kitchen, and more than half of Greyson’s staff – including his sous chef – had already called off.

Elijah stacked the chef’s side of the office with supplies he knew he’d need, but wouldn’t get for himself – a box of tissues, a bottle of dayquil, and a steaming paper cup of tea greeted Greyson when he entered the kitchen office.

“What’s all this for?” Greyson asked, sitting down at his half of their shared desk. His voice was a mess – a stuffed-up half-croak at best – and he wasn’t taking off his jacket. Worse than Elijah thought.

“It’s for your cold or whatever it is, asshole,” Elijah said, turning away from the computer to face the chef. “You look like shit.”

“And you knew I looked like shit because, I assume, you snuck into my apartment and watched me sleep…?” Greyson asked, picking up the tea, then immediately putting it back down to muffle a “HETSHH-uhh! HRSTSHH-uhhn!” into his sleeve. He glanced back at the desk and plucked out a few tissues. He refused to blow his nose in front of his boss, but he definitely needed to at least clean himself up.

“Bless. I knew you looked like shit because you looked like shit last night, you fucking moron.”

Greyson rolled his eyes, then cringed at what Elijah assumed was a killer headache. He opened the desk drawer and produced some ibuprofen, which Greyson gladly downed with a gulp of tea.

“I’m maybe not 100%,” he admitted, which may as well have been an admission that he was going to kick the bucket right then and there. “But I’m fine for – HUTSHH-ooo!” That one he’d barely managed to cover by turning as far away from Elijah as possible and spraying a rogue pile of cookbooks in the corner of the office. Greyson sniffed hard and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. “Finde for service,” he managed, covering a cough.

“Yeah, you sound great,” Elijah said, placing his head in his hand as he looked at the chef.

“I’ll wear a mbask.”

“Obviously.”

“I’ll just expo, I wond’t touch the food.”

“Okay.”

“I’mb sorry, Lij.” Greyson turned away from his boss to blow his nose, to no avail. He only succeeded in making himself cough til he was dizzy.

“Oh fuck off,” Elijah said, pushing the dayquil towards the chef. “I doubt any of us will get out of this unscathed. We’ll close the books for tonight so it won’t be busy.” That was as close to comfort as Elijah got, even on his best day, but it made Greyson smile nonetheless.

“Well,” Greyson said, unscrewing the cap of the dayquil and taking a swig. “At least there’s only four days til Christmas, right?”

Elijah snorted. “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “Four days til Christmas.”

***

Greyson wasn’t sure how he was going to make it to his next day off – to Christmas.

Last night had been hard. Or, maybe more accurately, last night had been a fucking walking nightmare.

Elijah said they wouldn’t be busy, but survey said that was a lie; with a limited staff and a headache that could split his head in half, and no voice, and the absolutely constant sneezing, it felt like they did about 500 covers. By the end of the night, Greyson was about one sent-back steak away from walking out.

“You did great,” Elijah assured him once service was finally over. “Really, everything couldn’t have come out better.”

“You’re a real bad fuckin’ liar, anyone ever told you tha ahh...HATSHH-oo! HGTSHH-uhh! Fuck.” Greyson grabbed a tissue and, fully not caring what his boss thought at this point, blew his nose until he felt like he could finally breathe again.

“Not lying,” Elijah had said, pushing Greyson into his chair. “But maybe I should call Britney and ask if she’s feeling well enough to come in tomorrow? So you can take the day to rest?”

Greyson shook his head and swallowed painfully. “She texted me this morning that she has strep. Can’t come back until she’s had five days of antibiotics.” Elijah swore under his breath.

“Alright,” Elijah said. “I can close the books for tomorrow now, if you want?” Greyson raised an eyebrow and sniffed. “People have family in town. Regulars. They’re going to want to come in. It’s three days till Christmas tomorrow.”

Elijah bit his lip, unsure what to do. Greyson cleared his throat and grabbed his coat. “I’mb going to the store. I’ll get a bunch of shit that’ll mbake me feel like a real persond tomorrow. I’ll sleep.” He put a firm hand on his boss’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Lij. I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Elijah, clearly not sure what other choice he had, had nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Go home. Come in later tomorrow.” A consolation prize, at best, but Greyson had nodded.

And to be fair, he had gotten medicine. He had gotten sleep. But clearly this sickness just didn’t give a fuck, because when he woke up this morning he somehow felt even worse. His throat felt like it was about to close up completely. He couldn’t stop coughing, even after taking way more than the recommended dose of cough medicine. And he couldn’t breathe out his nose for the life of him.

But he didn’t have a choice; Elijah was waiting for him. His staff was waiting for him. The goddamn restaurant needed him, so he took even more medicine and headed into work.

Of course, he was immediately hit with Elijah’s ‘oh fuck, oh shit, oh god you look like you’re going to die’ bullshit; the man was more dramatic than any twelve year old girl he’d ever known. He’d consoled his boss, he’d prepped for dinner, he’d -

“HGTSH! HTSH! TSH!” he’d stifled about a thousand sneezes into his ever-depleting stack of masks. He’d blown his nose about a thousand times, and washed his hands so many times that he thought the skin might start to peel off. He’d run service with only a hoarse whisper as a voice, and he’d made it through. Their second-to-last service before a day off was done.

When he finally stepped into the office at the end of the night, where Elijah was waiting for him once again with a cup of tea, he attempted a smile.

“Thandks, man,” he whispered, taking a sip. Elijah nodded and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Only two days til Christmas.”

***

“Christmas eve hits different when you don’t have to work in the morning.”

Elijah let out a bark of a laugh and looked up from his computer. “That’s how you’re going to greet me?” Greyson shrugged, coughed into his sleeve, and sat down in his chair with a thud. “Just saying,” he said. “Hey, where’s my arsenal of medicine? My tea? My sympathy from my boss?”

Elijah raised an eyebrow. “You texted me this morning that you were feeling, and I quote, ‘Like a baby that was just born’ this morning. I assumed that meant you were feeling better.”

Greyson huffed and unzipped his jacket. “I mean, I am. But I was really getting used to my little setup. It was like having a butler,” he mused, buttoning his chef’s coat. Elijah rolled his eyes and flipped the chef the middle finger. Greyson laughed until he crumpled into a coughing fit.

“Maybe I have one or two things left for you, your majesty,” Elijah said, throwing a bag of cough drops and a box of tissues at Greyson. Greyson saluted his thanks and stood to go to the kitchen.

“Y’know,” Greyson said, turning back toward the office, “I have to say, I’m impressed.”

“Impressed by what?” Elijah asked, threading his eyebrows together.

“By you. This whole restaurant has gone down this week, and there you are – unscathed.” Greyson shrugged and turned on the sink to wash his hands. “It’s just impressive.”

Elijah rolled his eyes again. “Unlike you all, I actually take care of myself,” he said, turning back to his computer. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get some work d – uhh….HTSH!” Elijah sneezed into a fist, and Greyson nearly howled.

“Now that,” he said, pulling out some paper towels, “was some timing.”

“Fuck off, Greyson, it was nothing.”

“Uh huh,” Greyson said, still smiling. He walked back to the office, plucked the box of tissues from his side of the desk, and plopped it down in front of his boss.

“I don’t – HUHETCHOO!” Elijah directed this one into his elbow and swore before showing his face again.

“You do,” Greyson said, firm, but still smiling. “Trust me. One day til Christmas, boss. Call it an early Christmas present.”

***

“Ughghhhh.”

Elijah woke up on Christmas day and immediately wished he hadn’t. Last night had been pretty rough, but nothing could have prepared him for the absolute garbage fire that was his body in the morning. His head absolutely ached from all sides. His chest felt hot and tight. And probably worst of all, he had the constant feeling of needing to -

“HTSHHUH! HehhhGTSHHH-ioo! HSHH-oo! Good fuckigg god.” He’d meant to turn over and go immediately back to sleep, but his nose clearly had other plans; after tending to it for an ungodly amount of time, Elijah picked up his phone from the end table. One text message – who was texting him at eight AM on Christmas?

Morning, boss! So, I figured you’re probably feeling like hot garbage by this point, and maybe needing a little bit of christmas cheer. Meet me at the restaurant at ten am. If youre not there, I WILL cry so think carefully before ghosting me. Gonna be real weird to work together after the 5000 crying selfies ill send. Like, really weird.

Elijah couldn’t help but snort at the chef’s text. He was right, though; the only thing more depressing than being sick on Christmas was being sick and alone on Christmas. Elijah sighed, rolled his eyes, and set his alarm for 9:30. Just enough time to make it to the restaurant by ten.

***

When he saw his boss push through the front door at 10:03AM, Greyson nearly jumped in surprise.

He wasn’t necessarily surprised that Elijah had come; after all, the man loved this restaurant probably more than he could ever love any partner or child, so he’d most likely planned on coming today anyway, text from Greyson or no. No, Greyson was more surprised by Elijah’s...getup.

His boss was wearing what he assumed were flannel pajama bottoms, a sweatshirt with more than a few questionable stains, a scarf that Greyson had never seen him in before, and what looked, honestly, like a ladies coat pulled over it all with the hood up over his usually-perfectly-coiffed hair. Elijah, who had never before had a hair out of place, was absolutely disheveled.

“Merry Christmas!” Greyson called from behind the bar. Then, with just as much enthusiasm, “You look like shit!”

Elijah tried to laugh, but ended up coughing into a tissue he had balled in his hand. “Merry Christmas,” he managed, sitting at a bar stool in front of the chef. “Thanks for the fuckin’ flu. What are we doing here?”

“We’re doing Christmas dinner!” Greyson said, doing a spin, then turning to cough from too much movement. Elijah raised an eyebrow at him while Greyson took a drink of water.

“It’s ten in the morning.”

“And I assume you’d like to be back in bed by noon, so...”

“Fair enough,” Elijah said, cracking a smile. Greyson smiled back, cleared his throat, and placed a drink in front of his boss.

“Drink that. I’ll be right back with food.”

“What is it?” Elijah asked, taking a tentative sip.

“Hot toddy,” Greyson called behind him. “Tea’s a lot more fun when there’s whiskey in it.”

Greyson pushed through the kitchen doors and stirred the soup he’d prepped last night. It looked pretty damn good, if he did say so himself, so he bowled it up, grabbed the bread out of the oven, and carried everything back to the bar.

“Christmas dinner,” he said with a flourish on his return. “A classic: chicken soup. And bread.”

Elijah couldn’t help but smile again as the steaming bowl was placed in front of him. “Greyson,” he croaked, eyes watering just a little, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”

Greyson shrugged, hopped over the bar top, and sat next to his boss. “I know,” he said. “Eat your dinner, you sick fuck.”

Elijah laughed in earnest this time, then turned away from Greyson to sneeze into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “God, this is a nightmare. You worked while feeling like this?”

Greyson took a spoonful of soup and blew on it before looking at his boss with mischief in his eyes. “Some of us are just made of heartier stuff, boss,” he said, taking a bite with a smile. Elijah laughed, coughed, and flipped him the bird.

“Fuck off, you asshole,” he laughed, picking up his spoon.

“Merry Christmas, Lij.”

“Oh, fuck off, Chef,” he said, taking a bite and closing his eyes in ecstasy. “Goddamn. Now that’s a Christmas dinner.”

#sickfic #sneezefic #sneezeblr #snz kink #snz #whiskeyswriting #malesnz #snzblr #snez #sick #contagion

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exsequar · 9 months

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August 18 is my birthday. I feel like I need to say something about this year of my life... and this is the closest I have to a blog. Pull up a chair.

Tonight I stood on the roof of my beautiful modern apartment building, in the most vivacious neighborhood of Seattle, gazing at the panoramic view of the downtown skyline, Space Needle, mountains and water and the rolling hills, all backlit by a softly electric sunset, listening to my gorgeous and sweet neighbor working shirtless on his bike behind me, and reflected on what a fucking year it's been.

Tomorrow I turn 36. One year ago, I thought I would never be happy again.

This 36th year of life, a perfect square as I am fond of pointing out, has been anything but perfect and certainly nothing so predictable as a square. But as I sprint across the finish line, proudly taking the trophy that declares I Survived Thirty-Six, I am deeply grateful for how this year has shaped me and set me on course for the life I want... for the first time ever.

One year ago, I was at the nadir of a monthslong spiral of anxiety and depression. The night of August 18, 2022, I did not sleep one wink, despite attempting many substance interventions, because my soul was so wrought with torment and guilt and fear. And this was a new experience for me; I had had low points before, but absolutely nothing even resembling this black hole that felt impossible to escape. I won't go into why, but suffice to say there was one new toxic ingredient in my life that had slowly devoured my happiness, my confidence, and my hope. I couldn't see a path out.

Then... slowly, then abruptly, things began to change.

In September, I decided to look for a new job, to change at least one variable and cut out some toxicity. With what felt like shocking speed, interview offers started coming in after just four taster applications. After a brief interview process, I was astonished to find myself in a new job much closer to home, joining a team that included one of my favorite past coworkers.

In October, I took a couple weeks off to try to gain my footing before starting my new job, and traveled home to see family. During these two weeks, I suddenly learned that my landlords were renovating my building and I was being kicked out from my apartment of four years (with 6 months to move out). I quickly recovered from my shock, went on one round of apartment visits in the coolest area in town right near my new office, fell in love with the third building I saw, and signed a lease within a week. Importantly, around the same time, a huge element of the toxic drain on my life became suddenly much, much better, which started to free me from that suffocating weight. Additionally, the relentless, deeply kind support of some close friends finally started to lift me out of the darkness. (You know who you are, I love you.)

On Halloween, 2022, I started my new job. I instantly hit it off with the other two women on my team. The third day, I tested positive for COVID - IN the office! No longer a COVID virgin, I slunk home to do my various new hire trainings in quarantine.

In November, I bought an e-bike to use for my new 1.5 mile commute. I immediately loved being back on two wheels and frequently commuted by bike even in the grey Seattle winter.

Two days before Christmas, 2022, I moved into my new apartment. I shed most of my furniture, many belongings, and started from a beautiful almost blank slate. My new place has the aforementioned roof with panoramic views, huge windows, and all kinds of amenities I didn't have before (a dishwasher!!!!!! laundry!!!!! being mid-thirties is losing your shit over in-unit laundry).

I traveled home for the holidays and had a wonderful break.

January 2023, I began preparing for the biggest fucking trip of my whole entire life. To ANTARCTICA. Yes, you heard that right. I began preparing for an EXPEDITION to ANTARCTICA. For FUN. I still can hardly believe it myself. My friend had invited me in Dec 2021 to join a trip to Antarctica in March 2022, but omicron kiboshed that, and I think the universe knew I needed this to happen in 2023. That I would be just emerging from The Great Dark, and what a better place to beckon me forward than the White Continent?

January, February, and March all felt like a frenzy of preparation. I continued to learn and grow more happy and confident at my new job, growing ever closer to mhy awesome little team, but all the while my mind was floating among the icebergs and penguins.

March. Two days before I was supposed to leave for Chile, the first part of my trip, I tested positive for COVID. IN MY OFFICE. AGAIN!!!

After a brief bout of despair, I ended up getting paxlovid, moving my flight back a week (for $1000 extra ;_;), and joining my friend and her mom in Argentina instead.

March 20, 2023, I set sail aboard the m/v Plancius for Antarctica. What followed was the most deeply spectacular, yet also the most deeply healing, two weeks of my life. I don't know how to summarize it. I felt true peace for the first time... certainly in a year, but in what felt like decades. Possibly forever. I was soul-happy. It's the only way I can describe it.

I landed back home on April 5.

On April 6, my company was hit by a massive cyber attack. Yay!!!!?

The next few months were a chaotic scramble of new experiences and creativity. But through it all, my team only grew closer, and the uncharted territory was in some ways an exciting challenge that only enhanced my sense of feeling alive.

The peace I felt in Antarctica came home with me and spread through my life in waves. I began doing things for joy, and getting my body out moving in the world. I had quickly fallen back in love with biking, so I started looking for groups to ride with and began joining free bike rides all over the county as often as I could. I met delightful people on every ride. I bought a second bike that would be zippier and easier to tote around. I bought a new car that would let me carry around this second bike more easily. I joined a summer rec soccer league, biking to a local field to play under the setting summer sun every Friday, and met some of the fabulous queer folks in my new neighborhood. I watched halftime drag shows on artificial turf. I started feeling physically healthier to match my sense of my soul healing. I laughed all the time.

August 18, 2023 starts in less than an hour. Today, the penultimate day of my 36th year, I worked and laughed with my team for the morning. I flirted with a darling guy in my building, who I have been lightly flirting with for months, for over an hour. I went to the farmers market outside our office and bought beautiful berries from the handsome farmer who loves his bees so much. I picked up an order of fantastic cookies, an early self-gift. I took my new car for a fun new type of car wash (the car sits still and the washing robot arms move around us??). I called my dad. My best friend of nearly 2 decades asked if she could call and we talked for over an hour. I went home to my kitties. I played Stardew Valley and listened to my favorite music. I finished a spectacular audiobook (Strong Female Character by Fern Brady, a memoir of growing up an autistic girl with no diagnosis, and getting diagnosed in middle age). I went to the store to pick up ingredients for my favorite birthday cake that my dad always made for me when I was a kid.

I climbed up to the roof, where my handsome neighbor was quietly and shirtlessly fixing his bike, and gazed out over the gorgeous deep red horizon.

I didn't quite cry. My eyes stung softly as I bit my lip and smiled. Yes. This is where I want to be.

And I can't wait to see what 37 - a prime number, harder to come by as we age - has in store.

#my posts #nightblogging #happy birthday to meee

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delirious-donna · 1 year

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Under The Christmas Tree [Nanami Kento]

an: I took a poll on Sunday asking if I should write for Husband Nanami or for Kakashi. Nanami was the winner and so we have this festive little offering. It took me longer than I’d like and whilst I think it could be better, it’s not too bad.

pairing: Kento Nanami x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: light bondage (wrists tied), overstimulation, pussy eating, pussy fingering, mentions of rough oral sex, deep throating, cum swallowing, mentions of edging, slight dumbification, Nanami being both a good husband and a fucking menace (clearly channelling Gojo!!)

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Husband Nanami thinks you’re both adorable and infuriating at this particular time of the year.

His eyes rolled heavenward as you inspected the garlands that he had hung with care under your scrutinising gaze.

It was the holidays; the chill had arrived and brought with it the spicy scents of cinnamon and cloves, the familiar sound of classic Christmas songs and malls packed with haggard-looking shoppers.

Nanami didn’t care for any of that, but he did love to indulge you with the somewhat intense decorations that would fill your home. Your face always held a certain glow that he wished he could bottle, an essence of pure joy that made his heart tighten in his chest. The holidays would never be the same without that glow and it seemed as if that light was not possible unless the house was full of tinsel, garlands, twinkling lights and snowflakes.

Over the years you had gone through colour schemes from traditional reds and golds to the year he’d rather forget when everything was dusky pink. Right now everything was decked in hues of purple and gold, and he toyed with the string of fairy lights draped between his palms.

“Is something wrong, my love?”

His inquiry was light but there was a tone behind it that demonstrated that his patience was wearing thin. You frowned, head tilted to the side and your finger hooked under your lips.

“Can you move this end a little further to the left? It just looks a little… off.”

Nanami mumbled under his breath, the words muffled but something about this being the third time he’d moved it, it had been fine from the start and yada yada yada. You smiled at your beloved husband, his frustration couldn’t touch your mood. Not when you were surrounded by festive merriment.

You kissed the tip of his nose, perched on the chair that he had insisted you not stand on but here you were, and it allowed you to offer such affection so he shouldn’t complain. The reaction was instant, his scowl smoothing out as he reached up with an exaggerated sigh to readjust the decoration as you had asked.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best.”

“Mhmm.”

He recognised your attempts at flattery from a mile away and it would be a lie if he said it didn’t work on him. His eyes softened as he set out the boxes of ornaments for the Christmas tree. This part was all you, yet this year you seemed intent on dragging him into positioning the fragile baubles and making him check it from every angle until he truly was fed up.

You hadn’t noticed that Kento had reached his limit, no idea that your festive-filled afternoon was about to take a raunchy turn but you’d know soon enough…

The sway of your behind was an enticing sight, half concealed beneath the tree as you fixed a string of lights for the umpteenth time and Nanami happily coiled a rope of tinsel around his fist.

His smile was predatory as you wiggled free, looking flushed in the face and those beautiful eyes widening when you took in his expression before quickly darting to the tinsel.

“K-Kento?”

There was no answer, only a pounce. A desperate husband more than ready to show you a good time surrounded by the hours of work you had made him endure.

Glittery gold trim lined your wrists, tight but not uncomfortable as you gazed from your position at the shiny lights illuminated around the room. Your stomach sucked in when his tongue carved through your folds, thighs already giving their first quake and you wanted to see him so damn badly.

Your forearms formed a triangle against the plush rug, keeping you raised enough whilst your legs were spread wide. This wasn’t the first pass of his tongue along your slit, it wasn’t even the tenth. Nanami’s skilful tongue lapped at your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud with deliberate motions that made you buck and struggle against him.

“Want you, baby… please?” You weren’t above begging at this point, but the answering chuckle was more than an answer to your plea.

“Give me another and I’ll give you what you want. After all, you did make me work my butt off all morning, it’s the least I deserve.”

Your hips jerked back, and the finger buried in your drenched cunt massaged your front wall, rubbing incessantly against your sweet spot until you were close to tears.

Overstimulation muddied your brain, made you dazed and helpless. The twinkling lights of your beloved Christmas tree turned your eyes shiny, a pool of drool slipping to your chin as Kento’s thick fingers fucked you closer to your third orgasm since he had pounced on you.

Lips swollen from bruising kisses, arms and legs aching from the positions you had been manhandled into and sweat dripping from your hairline. To Nanami, you were gorgeous, the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on and when you keened his name in that breathy, desperate way, he could practically cum untouched.

His taste lingered in your mouth, the salt of his release smearing your lips like a balm and you licked at them without thought. Remembering how he had sat you against the nearby sofa, your back pressed to it whilst he fucked your mouth.

The way his knees had bent to drop him into a position where you could deepthroat him and the sound of his satisfied grunts when you swallowed around his length. It had been difficult without the use of your hands but that had only made you all the more determined to prove you could still work your magic and you had. Kento had lost the fight against his crashing orgasm with muttered curses under his breath and fingers tangled in your hair.

Now, all you desired was for him to fuck you. To break your fucking back on the living room floor beneath the beautiful decorations. Fuck you until you were chewing the damn rug and creaming around his fat cock like you deserved.

“Now now, beloved, don’t be greedy,” he cooed with a clear taunt in his voice, “keep still and stop trying to race to the finish line or we’ll have to start all over again.”

He couldn’t be serious… your head rotated as much as the position allowed. Hazel eyes filled with wicked mischief caught your attention and you knew he was serious. Your hips stilled immediately, the throb between your legs dialled up from the strain of keeping still and the swelling orgasm.

Your darling husband arched over the curve of your back, warm breath in your ear and a shiver rippled down your spine as he spoke low and calm.

“This is what happens when you make me work on the weekend… Happy Holidays, beloved.”

#delirious writes #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento

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gardenofnineveh · 1 year

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Lucerys is so Princess Diana-coded. Like ever seen that pic of Diana in a blue dress falling asleep days before she announced she was pregnant with Prince William? That’s so Lucerys. Literally the hair, the eyes!

Aemond is also Princess Diana-coded. Behind that tough psycho facade, it’s clear he needs love and help and more love, just Princess Diana did when her marriage with Charles started falling apart.

Engagement -

Media: Are you in love?

Lucerys: Why yes, of course? [blushing and casually showing off his sapphire engagement ring 💍 , yes even the engagement ring is Diana coded 😩]

Aemond: Whatever love may mean… [smiles at Luke cuz my boi mond ain’t a cheater!]

I need the really emotional and real marriage struggles, and Aemond finally going on record after years of staying silent and playing the bad guy in the royal family in the eyes of the public.

Interview -

Interviewer: There were reports of you, your Highness, struggling with self-image and trauma. Is that true?

Aemond: [Think the shy, downturned look from the bts interviews] Hm, yes. Yes, I did. Even though I did not realize at the time, I did. The scar… the missing eye.

Growing up I was not… the most handsome, or pretty, boy around. And people around me made that clear, but the eye situation magnified and intensified every problem I had… with people, family, and friends.

For a while, after the eye, I told myself I didn’t care. I rode Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world. I was doing better in both swordsmanship and my studies than my peers. But there was always something unsettling in my heart. Something I neglected and tried to overcompensate for. Hence, the tours in the Riverlands, the Stepstones. My behavior and so called “acting out” at Storm’s End… It really gets to you when the media always portrays you as the villain because well, I look like one. So I thought, why not let their dreams come true? Why can’t I really embrace being the villain?

It really took years of work and being in a loving relationship and just being recognized for simply who I am for me to really see that. That I was hurting, and I was reaching out for help but not in a way others may understand. That I wanted to have a stable married life and be loved.

Interviewer: How was your relationship with the Queen?

Aemond: Well, there were initially three of us in a marriage, so it was a bit crowded. [classically Diana omo]

She was and has always been a loving and wonderful mother to Luke, and being a father now, I can somewhat see why she was the way she was.

It came down to a choice, between she and me, for Luke. We forced Luke to make a choice. And I, as well as she, knew that I had no chance of winning.

Interviewer: What were your reactions when your separation from Prince Lucerys was announced to the public?

Aemond: Well, we have been living apart for a couple month by then, by the time it was announced on television. We never had an official separation, no. We just thought that living apart would have helped resolve the issues we had with our marriage.

Then the journalists caught wind of it and published photographs of Lucerys attending the Queen’s charity banquet alone, dropping off our children to school alone.

The people, when they saw this… I asked, when it was decided that a statement ought to be made on this matter, that the news is aired before the holidays because that way our children wouldn’t. They were at school, and they were very well-protected at school.

Interviewer: That was the one holiday where you weren’t there with your husband, is that right?

Aemond: Yes, I remember watching the Christmas messages to the country and the morning mass broadcasting on television alone. I didn’t know that Lucerys with 6 months pregnant was our third child. We haven’t seen each other for three, four months at that point.

I remember the red cloak he wore inside the church and really couldn’t hide it from the cameramen when they came outside after service was over. The country was in shock, seeing this live for the first, and I remember being there with them - shocked but a good sort of shock.

(All grown up, communicative Aemond muah)

And Luke would be backstage and be so supportive and proud of Aemond. Lucemond hugs 🤗

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen

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dragonbinx · 1 year

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With Love From

Part of my New Year’s series from last winter. Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: Dawson’s Creek

Ship: Joey/Pacey

Characters: Pacey Witter, Joey Potter

A phone ringing woke Pacey from a near catatonic sleep. It took him one ring to wake up, two more to realize it was his cell phone, and it was midway through its fifth and final ring when he picked it up. “H’lo?”

“Hey, Pacey.”

He sat up, not completely awake, but certainly more aware than he had been. He hadn’t heard her voice in months. “Hey, Jo.”

“Doug gave me your new number.”

“He did?”

“Well, Jack did. I guess they’ve been hanging out?”

“Ah. Yes, they have. So is this an early Christmas present for me?”

“Might be more of a present for me.”

“Is that so? Well, that’s flattering."

“I just mean, I won’t be able to see you. Not any of you. I can’t make it home for Christmas. The dorms are open through the holiday, and the plane ride is expensive, my French isn’t good enough to wait tables and I just couldn’t make it happen.”

“I heard. I still see Bessie around, y’know.”

“Right. Of course.” There was a moment of silence on the line. “I’m sorry, Pace.”

“For what?”

“For ditching you with a letter and going radio silent until I needed someone to talk to. You deserve better than that.”

“Doesn’t seem that different from me taking off on a boat before graduation. Trust me, I know what it’s like to need to cut ties sometimes.”

“How did you do it?”

He shifted the phone, frowning in the dark of his room. “Leave? The same way you did, just on a boat instead of a plane.”

“No, I mean …” she trailed off.

“Jo?”

“I haven’t made any friends here. I’m getting better at French, but I still can’t have a conversation without having to ask people to repeat themselves over and over, and I’m the only one, because I’m the only one who came to Paris on a whim instead of it being planned, or because my parents are rich, and what was I thinking? I’ve never been impulsive, and this is what I started with.”

“Whoa, hold on, you’ve absolutely been impulsive before. Or do you not remember how our relationship started?”

“That was different,” she said, exasperated but somehow soft at the same time.

“Why, because it worked out? Because if you remember, you didn’t like the boat so much the first couple weeks when we couldn’t find you new clothes and you couldn’t fall asleep in the hammock and you fell off the side on the third day.”

“And you laughed at me.”

“After I got you out of the water, and to be fair, it was very funny.”

“I miss you.”

He smiled to himself, happier than he probably should be at such a simple confession. “Good thing you have my phone number, then.”

“Good thing.”

“Oh, and Potter? Maybe figure out the time differences for next time.”

There was another pause and he practically hear her doing the math in her head. Then a small, disbelieving, guilty, “Damn it.”

“I’m doing Easter.”

Joey’s voice was slurred with sleep. “Pacey? Whassit?”

Pacey paced around the small room of his studio apartment, too agitated to feel guilty. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late there, but Joey, they gave me the Easter menu at my restaurant. The place is booked, and it’s the one holiday the head chef takes off, and the sous chef just called in with a family emergency, and somehow they decided to give it to me.”

“That’s amazing!”

“No, it’s not, because I am Pacey Witter, screw up. I might be able to do the basics now, but if I get handed something big like this, I’m gonna mess it up. You know, you’ve seen me do it.”

“Well, that’s just stupid.”

He took a sharp breath in. “Excuse me?”

“Look, I’m tired, so I’m giving you the tough love speech. You have proven time and time again that you are talented and capable and the only thing getting in the way of your inevitable success is you. I’m sorry your family was awful, I really am, and if you want to talk about it at length at a reasonable hour, I am more than willing to do so. But you are Pacey Witter, the guy with friends who love and respect you and clearly bosses who think you can do this, so forget what your dad thought you were capable of when you were fifteen. I know what you’re capable of now, and you’ve got this. And if you need to be reminded, and Jack or Jen or Grams or Doug or even Bessie, aren’t available to say the same, because you know they will, you can call me. At a normal time. Goodnight.”

The dial tone sounded in his ear, leaving him gaping and speechless. Leave it to Joey to give him the most supportive speech in more irritated tone of voice that he’d ever heard.

“I hate Halloween.”

Pacey nodded to himself as he hung up a motion activated ghost in Doug’s yard. It went well with the inflatable Frankenstein and giant skeleton. “I know.”

“It’s stupid. What does everyone want a holiday just to scare people for anyway?”

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Right?”

“Not the holiday, you.”

“Har-har.”

“What’s going on? I know you’ve never been into Halloween or anything, but this seems excessive.”

“It isn’t a big holiday in Paris. And I told that to my coworkers, and now they want to take me out to some haunted house thing for my big return to American Halloween. And maybe … I’m a little freaked out.” Her voice was small and a little embarrassed, and Pacey felt so fond he could barely stand it.

“Of course you are. You are my favorite skittish kitten, Potter.”

“I think I’m old enough to just be a scaredy cat now, Witter.”

“Never. It lacks flair.”

She groaned. “This is exactly the comfort from a dear friend that I was hoping for.”

“You want something comforting? Then just look in the mirror. You are the most intimidating person I know. I’ve seen you ruin people’s days with a single withering stare. You recently came back from an international adventure, living somewhere you didn’t know the language, and Jack told me about the French creep you kneed in the balls.”

“He deserved it.”

“I have no doubt,” Pacey chuckled, sticking devil horns on Doug’s mailbox. “Jo, anything that is in that house should be scared of you, not the other way around.”

“That does actually help. Thanks, Pace.”

“You’re very welcome.” He sighed wistfully. “Think now that you’re back in the State I’ll get to see that gorgeous face of yours again?”

“I hope so. I need to make sure you didn’t grow back that mustache when I was gone.”

“It’s a handlebar now.”

“Of course it is.”

“Uh, I gotta go.” He put the cell phone down and held his hands up in a pacifying gesture as Doug, who had just pulled up to the house, got out of his car with a mixture of shock, horror, and growing fury on his face. “Now, let me explain …”

“Do you know what today is?”

Rain thrummed against the window as Pacey lay on his couch, trying to think past the fog his brain was constantly in these days. “Um … Tuesday?”

“Not what I … wait, no, it’s Wednesday.”

“Is it?” He stifled a yawn. “Sorry, opening the restaurant is even more time consuming than everyone warned me it would be. What’s up?”

There was quiet on the other end of the line, and some sense of foreboding tingled the back of his neck. “What’s today?”

“My mom’s been dead for ten years.”

“Oh, Jo …”

“Bessie doesn’t want to talk about it, and … I haven’t spoken to Dawson since I left for Paris.” Her breath shuddered in his ear, and more than ever, he wished they were in the same place. How was he supposed to have this conversation and not be holding her? “You’re the only one I could think of who knew her, and I just needed … I don’t know.”

“She used to play checkers with me.”

He heard Joey sniffle, but she sounded better when she asked, “She did?”

“Yeah. Doug was just starting as a cop and Gretchen was getting popular in school and they wouldn’t play with me anymore. Dawson thought that checkers were below him or something, and we played one time and you got mad when you lost and flipped the board.”

She laughed wetly. “I think I remember that. Sorry.”

“So your mom would play with me. I mean, I wasn’t at your house much, so we only played a handful of times before I decided I was too old for it. But it was nice of her. I never forgot.”

“Checkers, huh?”

“Is that judgement of my choice of childhood game I’m hearing?”

“No, no, of course not.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s perfect,” she told him, sincere in a way that made him feel warm. He was relieved that he could still help her when she needed him most.

“Maybe we can play next time you’re in town. Y’know, if you can promise you won’t flip the board again when you lose.”

“You wish, Witter.”

“JOEY POTTER!”

“You don’t have to yell, Pace, I can hear you.”

“SORRY - sorry, Joey Potter.”

“I take it Doug’s Fourth of July barbecue went well.”

“Didja know?”

“About him and Jack? Yeah, Jack told me. Asked me how he should tell you.”

“Y’told ‘em to be making out when I got there?”

“No, I’m pretty sure that was an accident.”

“My friends hafta stop kissing my siblings.”

“I’ll make a note.”

“Well, you can’t. Only have sisters besides Doug n’ Doug’s gay, he told me. Unless y’like my sisters, I guess.”

“Uh-huh. Did this really require getting drunk?”

“Yup. Doug’s pants were off.”

“… oh.”

“I’ll be happy for them tomorrow.”

“That’s fair. Promise me you’ll drink some water.”

“Okay. I miss seeing your face, Joey Potter.”

“I miss you too, Pace. You have no idea.”

“Aw, tha’s nice. I’m gonna throw up now.”

The beginning of the end of 2008 was at hand. Five minutes until the best, worst, and most surreal year of his life was over. Jen and Grams were gone, he was a character on a teen drama and basically a third parent to a two-year-old, and Joey Potter was curled up on his couch next to him.

“A whole holiday season spent together instead of on the phone. I don’t know if I’ll get used to it.”

“I could go into the other room and call you if you’re feeling nostalgic.” Joey snuggled further into his chest, so he was pretty sure it wasn’t a real offer.

“No, no. I’ll learn to deal with it somehow.”

“I mean, in a couple minutes, we get to kiss at midnight, that’s pretty nice. And then after that, we can play checkers.”

“You want to start your year with a loss?”

He could only see her hair from this angle, but he could feel her scowl. “Oh, it’s on, Witter.”

“If you say so, dear.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled her as close as he could. He hadn’t been kidding; part of him did miss those phone calls. But this was so much better. This was how he wanted to spend all of his holidays for the rest of his life.

#Dawson's Creek #Joey x Pacey #Pacey x Joey #True Love #Pacey Witter #Joey Potter #he bought her a wall #dragonbinx fics

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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hi! for the 24 days of christmas can i pick “i drew their name! AGAIN. it’s been the third year in a row! what the fuck.” with lee bodecker or destroyer chris, please?

pairing: destroyer!ex-husband!chris x ex-wife!reader

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12 days of christmas

Chris never liked the holidays, never - even as a child. He found them pointless, shitty days wrapped up in fake shinny paper with just a high enough dose of capitalism to make the rich man happy. As his father used to say "why waste all my hard earned money on one year decorations?" and as each year passed by, he came to agree with him more and more.

- Time to pick a name out the hat. - Erin placed the hat on top of his desk. He rose his eyes from his paperwork, sighing as he put his hand in the dirty hat which seemed to make way all year round. - And spare me the Grinch speech. It gets old.

- Secret Santa gets old. - he finally found a wrapped paper, taking it out and on top of his paperwork. - Who did you get this year?

- Got you. Heads up, you’re getting a Starbucks gift card for 10 dollars.

- How thoughtful. - he rolled his eyes. - That will get me what? 2 whole coffees?

- And you’re welcome. - she sat on top of this hat. - And who got the unfortunate luck of having you as their Secret Santa?

He shrugged, grabbing the small, haphazardly wrapped little paper. No matter who the person’s name was, they were gonna get the same thing he gave everyone he was forced to give someone a present - a gift card to IKEA. However, as he unwrapped that little paper and a familiar name presented itself written in black ink, he found himself wondering if that was a good idea. He found himself wondering if he could ever give her a gift. That’d be weird.

- I drew her name! - he rubbed his face. - AGAIN! It’s been the third year in a row! What the fuck?! Let me pick again.

- No. - she took the hat away, somewhere he couldn’t find it. - You do this every year. It’s Secret Santa, she won’t know who gave her a shitty present.

- You mean my ex-wife? FBI laboratory specialist, highly skilled, will not figure out I gave her a shitty IKEA gift card?

- Maybe don’t give her an IKEA gift card? C’mon, don’t be cheap. You used to give great gifts.

- No, she used to give great gifts. I don’t think I can ask her what gift she wants.

- Sounds like your problem. We’re doing gift giving in a week. Sort it out.

He guessed the IKEA gift card was out of the picture, yet again eve when they were married, he never knew what to give her. He guessed that’s why they worked during Christmas - she knew what to do and she loved it, she thrived in it. Maybe that was why they didn’t work out. All that he knew is that he couldn’t figure out what to give his ex-wife. God, he hadn’t spoken to her since ... well, he couldn’t remember the last he spoke to her. His lawyers had handed her the divorce papers, they didn’t even go to court. It was that easy.

Shit. This had to be the universe trying to get him to actually speak to her. He’d never want to speak to her, actually, he’d considered moving to the CIA for a while, or working for the police department - anything really. However, the director was never too happy and so, for the past three years he’d been playing keeping away from her. Except for one particular evening where he’d gotten drunk and tried finding her, only to have his heart shattered once he saw her kissing someone. Ever since then, he’d successfully avoided his ex-wife and something told him, she’d successfully avoided him.

- Got the wife? - the guy who sat next to him pipped up. - Could always give her a date with me. She’s smoking.

- She’s my ex-wife and if you even speak to her, I’ll blow your head off.

This was ridiculous.

He could talk to her, he could ask her what she wanted for Christmas. Or we could ask one of her colleagues. Definitely the second option. Y/N had always been hard to buy gifts for, not that she was hard to please, after all she cherished any and everything given to her by anyone she cared for. She’d even kept the flowers he’d given her for their first date. God, what an awkward first date that had been, their reservation was for one person, they got rained on and her heels broke the moment she stepped out of the flat. Thinking about it, none of their dates ever went smoothly - something always went wrong yet she always found something to remember it by, to laugh about. What a pretty laugh she had.

He could still remember the first day they met, probably one of the rainiest days in US history and she had thoughtfully placed her umbrella above his head as they rushed into the building. He could no longer remember what style her hair had been in, the colour of her nail polish, or the colour of her clothing, but he could still remember being absolutely enchanted by her. It was a feeling that he’d never had before - almost like all the oxygen had been knocked off him. It was a feeing he had never felt ever since and Chris was fine with that. He was of the opinion you had one great love and then several small ones - besides, he no longer cared for the dating pool. Whatever he ended up getting her, he’d possibly give it to Erin and spare him the awkwardness of having to deal with having to hand it to her.

However, faith did not seem to be on his side as Erin decided to ditch which meant he had to give it to her. Now, just because he had to give it to her did not necessarily meant he had to see her. He could just drop it off at her office desk and go his merry way.

- Chris?

The sound was trembling, almost like a flute, feminine-like. He remembered that voice like the back of his hand, he remembered the different ways she’d say his name but none of them, none of the times she had called for him carried so much ... regret. This, this is why he didn’t want to see her. He slowly turned around, first looking at her smart shoes before following the A line of her lab coat up to her face. It still looked the same, even with the passage of time and a shorter haircut, she was still the same. She looked the same.

- Secret Santa. - he attempted to smile, despite his lip trembling. - I had ... had a meeting.

- Yeah ...

- Shit, no I fucking didn’t. - he came clean immediately. - Just didn’t want to see you.

- Surprised you didn’t trade with Erin. That’s what you’ve done the past three years.

- She got me this year. Anyway ... I just wanted to leave the gift. I hope you like it. - he put his hands in his pockets. - You look good.

- Don’t be mean. - she sighed, walking past him towards her desk. Chris furrowed a brow, turning around to face her. - Don’t come here after not speaking to me for three years and tell me I look good.

- I’m not ...

- No. - she interrupted him. - It’s not fair. You didn’t speak to me for three years, you just ... you just had your lawyer hand me divorce papers when you came back from undercover. I didn’t get a chance to even ... don’t be mean now.

- Did you want me to give you the divorce papers myself?

- Yes, but you were clearly too much of a coward to do it.

He stood still in his spot as if a weight had fallen right on him.

- You’re right. - he admitted. - But I only did it to protect you. I mean ... what kind of life were we living, Y/N? With me gone? Getting into undercover missions?

- I didn’t care. We were happy, I was happy but apparently you weren’t. Clearly you never were.

- You clearly didn’t take long to rebound either.

- Was I supposed to be eagerly awaiting? You made the divorce seem final.

- To protect you.

- You’re just selfish. You just did that so you wouldn’t feel remorseful if something happened. You knew the nature of your job when you married me, don’t act like you didn’t. You just got tired.

- Tired? Are you fucking kidding me? I had the perfect wife and I only did this ... I only did that because I wanted you safe, I wanted you to be happy even if it was without me. After that mission with Erin, I just ... I couldn’t put you through me dying and grieving and all that shit. I only did that because I love you and I wanted you happy?

- You think I’m happy? You think I’m happy knowing my ex-husband avoids me and would rather avoid me than talk? I loved you Chris, I loved you so much and you didn’t even ...

- You would’ve convinced me not to. - he interrupted her. - You would’ve convinced me not to leave you and you would’ve succeeded. I can’t say no to you.

- That is no excuse.

- Can we start this again? Please?

- Maybe next year.

#sebastian stan

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madam-wakefield · 6 months

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Open when... Chapter 12

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 When a few years into their relationship Bernie is asked to go back to the army and deploy Serena isn’t sure how she’s going to get through the nine months without her girlfriend. What she doesn’t expect is for it to be her girlfriend who has the perfect set of surprises to get her through both the best and the worst days. Canon divergent - Elinor lives (well actually the accident never happens), Raf lives, and Cameron isn’t a total ass! The staff of AAU also probably didn’t all work on there at the same time in canon but do in this! The fic is already fully written with the first few chapters having already been Beta’d. 27 chapters including the epilogue. Hoping to post every Monday and Friday!

Open when you want to reminisce…

Serena has spent the day putting up Christmas decorations. She loves Christmas and always has, even as a little girl from which she has fond memories of a house decorated beautifully and the excitement she always used to feel as the big day drew closer.

Elinor had come round to join her and Jason to decorate the Christmas tree, a real one, of course. They’d shared lunch together after that, and she loves the way that Elinor’s and Jason’s relationship has developed since she took Jason in, originally worrying that it would never happen.

She’d have thought Elinor would have wanted to go home then, but she’d asked if they could watch Elf, her favourite Christmas film and when Jason had said it was one he enjoyed too, Serena couldn’t say no. She couldn’t help but think as the three of them sat on the sofa that there was just one thing missing however: Bernie. This is their third Christmas together but they are spending it physically apart. She had pushed the thought from her mind, had known Bernie would want her to enjoy this time and not spend it worrying about her.

It’s only now, that Elinor has gone home and Jason has gone up to bed that she’s had time to finish the last few bits of the decorating, adorning the photo frames with silver tinsel. She’s doing okay, until she gets to the one of her and Bernie, taken at the first Holby Christmas party they had attended as a couple, Bernie in a simple navy suit, with that shirt Serena loves on her so much, Serena herself in a deep red floor-length dress. The happiness in both their eyes is strong enough to have been captured in the picture.

And suddenly she misses Bernie more than she has in weeks, and she just needs to be able to remember more happy memories. She goes to her room and extracts the box of envelopes from her closet. She’d brought it home in case she wanted to open any during her week off. She hadn’t wanted to take the time off, but she’s got holiday time to use up and Hansen had insisted.

She finds the envelope she wants and goes back downstairs, of course, pouring herself a glass of wine. She considers turning the main living room light on but then decides she’ll read the letter using the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, her sometimes dodgy eyesight be damned.

“Serena, open when you need to reminisce…” and right now it’s exactly what she does need.

My Dearest Serena,

You feel like a little reminisce and this is my way to help you. We’ve had so many wonderful unforgettable moments together and I just want to remind you of some of them, to bring a little smile to your face. I wish I could write them all but if I did I’d be here forever.

I’ve picked a variety of special memories for us, a few of them are from before we even started dating. From the moment we first laid eyes on each other to our last date night before I deployed, I tried to pick memories that we both find special, that we both still talk about frequently.

The first has to be the day we met, you getting mad at your car and telling me I didn’t look like a mechanic. Laughing over my crazy love for cigarettes and your need for a nice glass of Shiraz, we should have known then how well we’d slot together.

I can’t write you a letter about reminiscing and forget to mention a certain ‘plumber by trade’ patient who caused us to have a fun little arm wrestle. I thought in the weeks just before that that I’d messed up with you for good, and well at that point the laughs I got to have with you that day were very much needed.

The next memory has grown to have so much more meaning now than either of us could have ever known when you first said the word: “Equals.” Called into Hansen’s office after lying to you again, even if it was to protect you, I thought I was a goner, and then you told Hansen we were equals. It was one of the first times I’d ever felt truly valued in the civilian world. And how that word has come to evolve, now as girlfriends, partners, lovers, equal in every sense of the word, except for nominal rank of course.

I guess the next memory would have to be the trauma bay, the way you believed in me despite everything. The surgeries we’ve performed together, the people we’ve saved because of it. And now here you are running it for me with Raf! Remember I want my spot back once I’m home.

The next memory comes with more mixed emotions. Our first kiss, there in the theatre of AAU, having just performed lifesaving surgery on our friend and colleague. Even to this day I couldn’t tell you what made me do it, other than that I wanted to. But despite what came for a time after, I wouldn’t change that decision for the world. I kissed you that day and it was like the world righted itself. I know it isn’t what you had planned for your life either, but I think I can speak for you when I say, I guess that kiss really did change our lives.

I’m not going to save your blushes during this little reminisce so I’m afraid I must bring up the girl from Stepney. Talking of Stepney we still never have made it there, I think we should put it in as a date, maybe for four years after the conversation happened?

What can I go on to from there to say other than an Italian with an extensive wine list? Sitting in that restaurant with you for the first time never could I imagine what was going to unfold the next day or over the coming months. Me running off to Ukraine because I didn’t know how to face my own feelings. At times we were both idiots, but it turned out for the best in the end, and we’ve had many a pleasant date night there since, though not enough for you to have made it through that extensive wine list yet.

You have to know what the next memory is, your delightful nephew playing cupid, and where would we be without him? Neither of us were brave enough to say what we needed to do without him. And I will be forever grateful that he locked us in that office on the day we now call our anniversary. Even just thinking about that kiss, the way it felt to be back in your arms after so long makes me feel tingly all over. It might not have been the most delicate kiss or the average way to get together, but it is so perfectly us!

For one of our first proper dates, we decided to go ice skating seeing as it was December and the open-air ice rink had been erected for Christmas. I very ungracefully smashed into the back of you almost landing us both up in hospital. Instead, I brought you hot chocolate to apologise and vowed I’d never step foot on ice again.

Then it was our holiday together to Italy. I’ll never forget the way your eyes lit up when you first laid eyes on Venice, or that special kiss we shared in the gondola. The special time we had to just be us and learn all about each other. And the sex was pretty incredible too!

It wasn’t long after that you gave me the keys to your house, told me that you didn’t want to have to be without me most nights with the knowledge that I was in my tiny little flat when your house was more than big enough. The idea terrified me as much as it excited me. But for the first time, I managed to voice my worries to you instead of running, I’d gotten good at running by then. I’ll never forget how proud you were as you looked at me as I voiced my concerns to you. I guess that’s when things really changed for us, isn’t it? I learned I didn’t need to run, that you didn’t expect or need me to be perfect, you just needed me to be myself. Two weeks later I did my back in moving boxes, though I guess it was worth it for the amazing massage I got.

It wasn’t until we’d been together a year that Elinor finally agreed to meet me properly. I was so nervous, but you kissed me and reminded me that you loved me and that I didn’t need to be anything I wasn’t. That the fact you loved me should be good enough for Elinor. It was awkward but we made it through, and I hope over time my relationship with Elinor will keep improving, and maybe one day Charlotte will be willing to meet you too.

Then there was that day when we went to the beach together. We had a fabulous day, we played in the arcades, ate fish and chips and far too much ice cream. I even managed to convince you to have a paddle in the sea. Then you told me you couldn’t stand getting sand on your feet once they were wet, so I told you I’d piggyback you over to the bench. You didn’t believe I could manage it, as if you’d forgotten I was in the army for over twenty-five years. I managed it and we fell about on the bench laughing as if we were teenagers and not two middle-aged women.

And then a few months later my call to go back to the army came, and that intense fear to shut people out welled up inside me again, but then we talked it through and for the first time in my life I was with someone who understood that being part of a relationship meant being able to let the other person have what they need and you told me you’d support me if I needed my closure.

You treated me to a final date, a week before I deployed, and you wanted to make sure we could both thoroughly enjoy ourselves. A meal at that posh restaurant which you knew I’d both love and hate at the same time. It’s a good thing I’ve been in the officer’s mess enough times to know how to behave! I’m sure you just used it as an excuse to get me drunk though, and it worked! Though I can’t say I’m complaining, and it’s a good thing neither of us had work the next day, as even if we hadn’t had hangovers, neither of us could exactly walk properly! You really do know how to show a girl a good time!

And then just like that we knew it was time for me to get ready to leave and that’s what led to this letter, and I will never be able to put into enough words just how thankful I am that you’ve let me do this. I’m not sure how far into my deployment I am but what I do know is I can’t wait to make more memories with you.

I’m going to sign this letter off without saying anything else more except that I love you and miss you and that I really can’t wait to make more memories with you.

All My Love, Bernie,

Your Big Macho Army Medic x

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thestoriedpast · 2 years

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Emmett Thompson, born April 12, 1940 and died January 15 2021. My grandfather was always a reserved man, at least in front of my sister and I. He loved us more than anything in the world, as we were his only grandchildren. Things were rough towards the end of his life, he had a sour outlook on life and cancer that was too far gone to even try to treat. I try to keep the better times at the forefront of my mind. The happy moments I can remember from spending the winter nights and summer days at my grandparent's house.

Emmett grew up in a poor family with more mouths to feed than food in the pantry. The first time my grandma showed me this photograph she remarked how skinny he looked, on account of his family being too poor for hearty meals a growing boy needs. He was somewhere in his early to mid teenage years in this photo, jumping into the Little Shenango River from a rope swing. Seeing my grandfather doing something as daring as this helped me understand him in a new way, since I had only known him in his later years.

He worked as a foreman for a paving company and eventually opened his own business; Thompson Dozer and Backhoe Services. I don't know for sure how long he had this business, but I know it was for a while. He took a lot of pride in his work. He bought his family a camper trailer, a pontoon boat, all the Christmas gifts in the world. This boy who grew up too poor to eat was now seeing his hard work pay off. There was still a part of him that hoarded money for fear of it all being gone. I remember him being very cheap and frugal.

I believe that things started to go downhill when his business went under. Not long after I was born the barn that stored all of the bulldozers, backhoes, and equipment burned down. Emmett collected the insurance but never reinvested in the business. He was about 60 by now, and I guess he just didn't want to keep trying. I think losing his business broke his spirit, and triggered his financial anxiety. He started drinking a lot more after this time.

One of the silly, happy, golden moments I remember from my childhood with him was my sister and I putting on fashion shows in very cheap, dollar store halloween costumes. We would come down the staircase and Emmett would be sitting on the couch waiting for us. "Hubba hubba ding ding" was his signature compliment, sometimes with a whistle thrown in.

Another hallmark moment that is most prominent in my remembrance of my grandfather is him hooking up a small wagon to the hitch of his riding mower and towing my sister and I around the neighborhood. We filled the wagon with patio furniture cushions, blankets, and pillows. There is a small field at the bottom of their street where he would drive us around. Looking back as a city person now it sounds like quintessential country bumpkin fun, but it was one of the things that always excited my sister and I. One year he even towed my Girl Scout troop in a halloween parade as we were dressed like daisies and the wagon was decorated like a garden. I think we won second or third place that year.

Sandy left him in 2013. She moved out and into a friend's house until she could find a new place of her own. She took the dog, the cats, and the things that made that house a home. I will never forget the one day my parents, Sandy's sisters, herself, and I went over to the house and got what was left of her's out. Emmett was very upset upon seeing her, and my great aunt Sharon tried to keep him calm but eventually we just had to leave. She was taking everything from him in his perspective. He knew that my sister and I wouldn't be around as much, that he wouldn't get another dog to take care of himself, that birthdays and holidays would now be split. His drinking had also escalated, and I don't think he could think rationally about much anymore.

My grandma still invited him to every holiday dinner, even if he never showed up. She still loved him; the Emmett she married, not the person he turned into. She drove by the house often, watching it deteriorate and suffer from a lack of care. Just as the house was declining, so was Emmett. He had a mass on his side that he let go for too long. The cancer was too strong and he was too weak in health for doctors to want to try any treatment.

He went into the hospital right before Christmas 2020, and was transferred to a nursing home for round the clock care on December 23. They did not give him his dentures, and my father wasn't able to bring him a TV until after Christmas; the pandemic and the holiday had meant weird visiting hours. Emmett loved watching TV, specifically Family Feud every night, and not being able to watch his shows was one of the many reasons he hated the nursing home. The entire time he was sick he tried to get in-home care nurses to avoid having to leave the couch he slept on every night for 20 years and the TV that was constantly blaring.

Emmett attempted suicide on December 26. He spent Christmas alone in there, very sick and miserable. I cannot even imagine what was going through his mind. He was transferred to the ICU unit at a big hospital, and held on long enough to make it a couple weeks into the new year. He was so sick and so weak. The years of smoking and drinking and working with god knows what kind of chemicals finally caught up to him, and it was also his own choice that ended things. I feel guilt for not seeing him more often, especially when I still lived in Greenville. It was extremely hard to see him spiral so far down, and to be in a house that was once warm and inviting, that held so much family history. The last time I talked to him was on Christmas Day, I wished him a Merry Christmas with my sister on the phone and then he continued a conversation with my dad. I worry that he thought I didn't love him, or even like him. The truth is that I had so many emotions about him that they overflowed every time I thought about him. Visiting was emotional turmoil because I felt such a deep sense of wanting to help but knowing I couldn't save him, of wanting to just fix everything and rekindle the warm glow of how things used to be.

I hold onto a lot of guilt about my relationship with him.

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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The Night Before Christmas| ShinKami X BlackFem!Reader

Warning: (NSFW 18+)

rimming

oral sex

fingering

foul language

mfm

it's kind of angsty so yeah, ENJOY!

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, the friends were sleeping, while two heroes fucked their spouse.

"Fuck, Gabbie. Just like that."

"You take us so well, puppy."

"Such a good girl. Bouncing on my dick like this. So g-good, so s-squishy".

"Wanna cum again, babe ?"

Sis has been getting railed for the past two hours. Good for her but, bad for you since your room is right next door. Just your luck, you ended up rooming next to these heathens. Fucking into the wee hours of the morning; you all came to these cabin to unwrap gifts but they're too busy unwrapping ass.

"I can't take this shit anymore" you mutter, throwing the covers off and rising from the bed. It's obvious that you wouldn't be getting any sleep so you might as well do something productive. So, mustering your last bit of holiday cheer, you grabbed your slippers and unwrapped gifts and headed towards the den.

"Yes, Kiri! Right there ! Right there !"

"Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet, don't want the hole house to know what a slut you are, right?"

"Tch, everybody knows how much of a whore she is. Isn't that right, Dee? Fuckin' chunky little bimbo"

"'Suki~ , please .. dad-mmph"

"Shut the fuck up and suck daddy's dick like a good girl".

Well, damn. Seems like this house is filled with ho ho whores.

Finally, after navigating the corridors of this obvious whorehouse, you make it to the den and get to work. There's nothing like repetitive labor to take your mind off your dull, single, sexless life. Okay, well your life isn't dull per say, but your two besties get more double d than hooters, meanwhile you're over here giftwrapping homemade soaps, you are not the same sis.

It's not that you couldn't find anybody. Babe, you're a bad bitch. It's just nobody can compare to your first love, and heartbreak, Hitoshi Shinsou.

It's super complicated. Shall I explain ?

It all started during your third year at UA. You, Hitoshi, and Denki Kaminari were all really good friends. The three of you were always together, day and night. Whenever you saw one, the other two were definitely nearby. So, what happened you may ask? Sex. Sex and feelings.

Ya see, Mr. Mindbreak broke you off some of that ✨cock✨ and took your virginity. It was sweet and romantic and perfect because he was one of your bestfriends. Honestly, it was a dream come true and you were so happy until you found out he was fucking Denki too.

Yes, ma'am. Hitoshi was just out here slanging that toxic dick like Kirishima before Katsuki & Dee. (Sidenote, he's still slanging it but he's not toxic anymore since he's in love ❤)

To say you were upset was an understatement. You had given this man a piece of you and he went to fuck your bestfriend right after. Now, in his defense you were never together, nor did he give you any inclination that he wanted to be exclusive. But, he told you he loved you. He'd say whenever he was 10 inches deep and kissing your cervix; or when you were laying against his chest watching movies.

"You know I love you right, angel ?" he'd whisper, brushing his pouty lips over your ear. You would be on cloud nine until he turned his head to squeeze Denki's cheeks. "and I love you too, idiot" he'd chuckle, swiping his thumb over the blonde's lips.

Did you even have the right to be upset? He was always so transparent. Hitoshi never fucked around, he said what he meant and he meant what he said. So, you know that he loved you. That wasn't the problem, the problem was what he didn't say. Shinny never said, "(y/n) I want to make things official. I want you to be my girlfriend.". Those words were never said to you, but he said them to Denki.

"(Y/N). babe! You'll never guess what happened!" Denki squealed, wrapping his arms around you from behind and spinning you in a circle. "Kami, calm down. Stop!" you giggled, swatting him away as he placed kisses on your cheeks and neck. It wasn't weird. He always kissed you there.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm just so happy." He was grinning from ear to ear, when he spun you around to face him, pulling you close so that your body was pressed against his chest. Again, not weird. He always holds you like this. "Okay, spill" You smile, running a thumb over his slightly flushed cheek, his grin faltered a bit and he stared at you for a moment before picking it back up. "It's official, Hitoshi and I are dating !". Your heart dropped. "W-what ?" you squeak, trying to keep a straight face. "Yeah, he just asked me to be his boyfriend. Isn't that great? I can't believe he finally asked."

Denki continued to ramble, too excited to notice your change in mood. It's like your heart was split in two, you wanted to be happy for your bestfriend but how could you?

"He wants to talk to you".

His serious expression took you out of your thoughts. "He what?", Denki took your face in his hand and swiped his thumb over your cheek. "Toshi, he wants to talk to you. It's important."

Wow. He's gonna "break up" with me.

"Umm, yeah. I'll text him. See you later Kaminari." He was stunned by your sudden formality, and even more shocked when you dashed out of the room.

That was two weeks before graduation and the last time you had a decent conversation with either of them. You avoided them as much as possible and when school was over you ghosted them entirely.

Four years went by. Everyone became pro heroes. Life moved on, but you never did. Still grieving the loss of your high school crush and best friend. Yeah, you had the occasional fling or hook but nothing ever stuck. Who could compare?

That's why you hated these trips. The stupid cabin outing that Mina planned for the friend group every Christmas. It was nice to relax and catch up with friends but they were there.

The happy couple. At least until you came around. The mood soured whenever you came around, like you were an unpleasant memory. They happier without you.

"You're up late, angel?"

Oh god. Even after all this time he insisted on calling you that ridiculous pet name. You hated it. It was so stupid. Even though it sent butterflies through your belly.

"Shinsou... H-hey." It's been a minute since you've chatted with one of them alone. Hell, you could barely look them in the face. That beautiful face. He was as handsome as ever, lavender hair pulled up into a messy bun, framing his chiseled face perfectly. A light brush of stubble dusted his cheeks, making him look a bit more rugged. He was shirtless, lean body littered in tattoos and his Chargebolt pajamas hung low on his waist. They wear eachother's merch. Cute.

"Can't sleep ?" He asks, taking the seat next to you. His lavender cologne filled your senses, fuck he smelled good. "My neighbors were being loud." you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Ah yes. The newlyweds." Hitoshi chuckled, "I didn't expect Gabbie to be so enthusiastic."

"Please" you snorted, "I'm surprised that Shoto and Izu have the energy for hero work. That bitch is insatiable."

"Yeah, but you gotta give those two credit. Remember I used to have to hide in your room when they first got together." You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face. Of course you remembered those late nights when he'd sneak into your room and slip under the covers. "They'd fuck like rabbits." you laughed. Shinsou's ears perked up, it'd been a while since he heard that sound up close. "They weren't the only ones" he muttered, locking gazes with you.

Silence. It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. How were you supposed to respond to that? Why would he bring that up? Could you just die now, please?

"There you are. I was wondering where you had gone!"

Ahh, perfect. Ending awkward silence with awkward rambling.

"Hey, (Y/N)! What 'ya doing up so late?" Kaminari plopped down on your opposite side and spread his arms across the back. You were now caged between the two people that you wanted to avoid the most. "Oh, just being Santa's little helper", you give an awkward laugh and shake the poorly wrapped gift in front of you. "Sweet! Tell me, little elf. Have you been naughty or nice?" Denki asked, wiggling his brows.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from your chest. Leave it to Kaminari to break four years worth of ice with a cheesy one liner.

"Nice, as always" you drawl, playfully nudging the blonde's shoulder. He took this as a good sign and scooted closer, pressing his thigh against your leg. "Sure, that's what you say now but do you really expect me to just take your word for it?" he teased, a devilish grin playing across his features. He looked really good too. His messy blonde hair fell just above is eyes, giving a peak of those golden orbs. Kami was clean shaven, it complimented his modelesque look. Was he always this handsome?

"You okay, babe? You spaced out for a second." Kaminari asked, concern clouding his cheerful expression. "No" you respond, shaking your head, "I'm just a bit tired. i-I'm gonna go back to my room." You get up to leave but a hand stops you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Shin- , your voice trails off as you feel the effects of Shinsou's quirk settling in your mind.

"Not cool, dude." Kaminari frowned.

"I know. I know, but this is the longest that we've talked to her in four fucking years and I'd like to know why." His words were directed at Kaminari but he stared straight at you. You wanted to move, run away from that Lavender whirlpool that was threatening to pull you in but you couldn't. You were stuck.

"(Y/N), what happened ?"

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was monotone and forced but you still attempted to fight the effects of Shinsou's quirk. "You know what I'm talking about (Y/N)." Hitoshi scoffed, "What happened to us? Why have you avoided us for the past four years?"

Well, he has some fucking nerve.

"Us? Which us are you referring to Shinsou? (Y/N), Hitoshi, and Denki, the three bestfriends? Or do you mean (Y/N) and Hitoshi, and whatever the fuck we were doing?" Your robotic voice did little to convey the emotion behind your words but he got the message. "I- both." he answered softly, sliding closer against you.

Let's just put it all on the table, shall we ?

"You and Kaminari happened, Shinsou" you say, "you and Denki starting dating and left me behind."

"What the hell are you talking about, (Y/N)?" Denki frowned, "you're the one that stopped talking to us remember?" His voice was strained, as is he was trying to keep his emotions in check but he was visibly upset. Clenching his hands into fists until his knuckles were white and chewing on his bottom lip.

"I stopped talking to you before you stopped talking to me."

"Why would we stop talking to you, (y/n)?"

"Because you had eachother ! What did you need me for?" You shouted. When did Shinsou release his quirk? "Plus you were about to "break up" with me anyway.", you finish, using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Shinsou scoffed, "Who said that?". His tone was mocking but he looked distressed. "Kaminari." he frowns and glances towards his shocked boyfriend, "Denks told you that I was going to "break up" with you?"

"No- not exactly" you look away, biting your lip "he told me that you wanted to talk to me about something important. Hitoshi groaned, "and you assumed the absolute worst ? For fucks sake, (y/n)!"

Now you were starting to get confused. If he wasn't going to break up with you then what was he going to say.

"I don't understand ..."

"I was in love with you, (Y/N)! I told you that shit every fucking day. Why would I leave you? Why would Denks? Couldn't you tell by the way he was with you. Come on, man.

This is definitely not what you were expecting.

"Well ... if you weren't going to end things with me then what did you have to talk to me about?"

"Oh god. I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one." Denki mumbled.

"I wanted to talk to you about the three of us being in a relationship. I was in love with the both of you and he felt the same. We wanted us all to be together."

If you had Denki's quirk, you'd probably be short circuiting by now.

"Wait, so you- and him- and all this time ..." you trail off as the pieces start to fit together. The lingering touches, the soft glances, those cheek kisses that were just so close but not quite there. Oh god. Denki Kaminari had been into you this entire time and you never even it realized it.

"I ... I don't know what to say." You pause, looking between the two of them, "i'm sorry".

"Don't cry" Denki whispers, wiping a tear from your cheek. You didn't even realize that you were. "It's okay, you don't have to cry." He pulls you into his lap and pressed your face against his chest; a position that you'd been in so many times before. It could've been more if you weren't so fucking stupid.

There was no stopping the tears now. Denki held you close as you sobbed into his shirt, now wet from salty tears and snot.

"Let's go back to the room" Hitoshi says, gathering your things from the couch. Denki nods and stands to follow him. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist while he carries you to their shared bedroom.

***

"Feeling better, angel?" Hitoshi asks, running the back of his hand over your cheek. You were still wrapped around Denki, sloth style, but you were laying in their bed under the covers with Hitoshi pressed against your sides. "Yes." you sniff, wiping your face on the blonde's shirt. If he was grossed out he didn't show it. He seemed content, stroking your back humming in your ear. Just like he used to. God, you were so fucking stupid. You wished that you could kick yourself for being so oblivious.

"That's good." Denki cooed, kissing your cheek. You closed your eyes and sighed, melting against him. When he saw you didn't protest he kissed you again, this time closer to your mouth. And again. And again until his lips were brushing against yours waiting for permission. You met him with a whimper, parting your lips to let him have his way.

It was new and exciting. It was electric. It was Denki. You were kissing Denki Kaminari, your bestfriend... Your bestfriend's boyfriend.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, trying to pull away but he holds you steady, "Don't be. We've wanted this for a long time." He kisses you again, this time more fiercely. His tongue slides into your mouth and maps out your cavern.

You feel lips press against your shoulder, then neck until they're brushing against your ear. "We can talk about this is the morning. Just let us have you tonight. Take us to heaven, angel".

His words enthrall you, he wasn't even using his quirk and you were hypnotized. You turn your head and smash your lips against his, moaning in his mouth when his hand wraps around the back of your neck. "Do you want this, angel?" Shinsou pants as he breaks away from the kiss, "We need to hear you say it."

"I want it. Want you. Both of you."

Your clothes are gone within seconds and your left bare and trembling, in front of the two pro heroes towering over you. "Fuck, Hito. You never told me she was this perfect." Denki swallowed thickly, running his palm over your plush thighs. "Tastes even better than she looks."

✨Kinky✨

"I'll be the judge of that." Denki smirks, grabbing you by the waist and lifting your lower half so that he was eye level, well mouth level with your pussy. You can only groan at the feeling of his wet tongue gliding through your folds. His tongue flicks and presses against your clit before dipping into your entrance. He moans into your cunt, sending blissful vibrations directly to your core. It couldn't get any better.

At least that's what you thought until you felt Shinsou spreading your ass and circling his tongue around your rim. His thick tongue prodded at your hole while his teeth scraped against your plump cheeks.

"Fucking delicious" Denki whimpered, rutting against your leg. His tongue slithered back towards your clit and he sucked it into his mouth before sliding two charged fingers into your wet heat. You wailed his name as his digits squelched inside you. "Told 'ya so" Shinsou joked, working his thumb into your rim and giving your ass sharp smack.

"Toshi!" you moaned, toes curling in pleasure. You could feel your climax approaching and you were desperate for release. "He's not the only one here, baby." Denki growled, he tore his fingers from your sopping cunt, sending a trail of slick flying in the air. "So fucking messy" he smirked, landing a smack of approval right against your clit.

"Fuck, Kami ! Again, please~"

Denki slapped your pussy again, this time with a slight charge and it landed right on your clit.

"OH. MY. GOD!" you screamed, body spasming as the pleasure coursed through you. It's been a while since you came this hard and it was fucking intense. They praised you as you rode your wave, working your body slowly as you came down.

"Good job, angel."

"So good for me."

They lowered your legs gently and you immediately curled into a ball, ready to pass out. Your eyes were fluttering shut when you felt something hard pressing your cheek.

"Aht Aht, wake the fuck up, angel."

"Yeah babe. Santa's the only one that cums once a year."

Merry Christmas !

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: CEO!Ari Levinson x black!reader

Summary: He's always a Scrooge this time of year, but this year it's different.

Word Count: 4.8k (I really didn't want it to be this long wtf)

Warnings: SOFT!DARK FIC, dubcon/noncon, soft!dark! Ari Levinson, general language warning, cheating, coercion, blackmail, unprotected sex (p in v, make sure they wrap it before they tap it), choking, spanking, Ari's filthy mouth, Dennis getting done dirty, oral (f receiving), squirting (kinda), cuckolding, daddy kink (just the name being used), petnames (Ari calls the reader sweetheart)

A/N: This is for the Soulful Hoeliday Collective hosted by the crew (@geminixevans, @fineanddandy, @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie) It's only a few days after Christmas so it still counts, anyways I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The moodboard is by me, divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Christmas Eve and he’s got you working, you aren’t surprised by this but you had hoped Ari would be less of a Scrooge this year. Especially since this year you have someone that’s been willing to stick around and put up with your demanding hours and the fact that you have to be on call 24/7 in case Ari needs something. Plenty a date has been canceled, cut short, or flat out ruined because Ari needed you to come into the office for one thing or another. Despite that, Dennis has stuck around and for a year at that, patient and sweet as ever.

You almost feel bad that everything isn’t as picture perfect as it seems. Yes, Dennis is sweet and understanding. He goes above and beyond to make you happy and make sure you feel appreciated, but there’s a huge disconnect when it comes to the bedroom. He’s not adventurous enough, he’s too sweet, too gentle, and…well he doesn’t last nearly long enough to get you to your climax all the time. You don’t have the heart to tell him that, you know he’d just beat himself up for it and it’d be more trouble than what it’s worth. It’s not mature but you’ve resorted to simply fantasizing about other men while he’s tenderly making love to you in hopes that you might be able to sneak out an orgasm before Dennis is done.

One man in particular has been making frequent appearances, Ari Levinson, your boss and the reason why you’re late for your Christmas Eve date with Dennis. Something about Ari’s effortless commanding presence has always been attractive to you, but he’s your boss so you keep it to fantasies and only fantasies.

You know because of his religion that Ari doesn’t celebrate Christmas but you still hope that maybe he’ll let you this year. Especially since you took the time out of your busy schedule to bring him different desserts and celebrate Hanukkah with him in your own special way.

“Mr. Levinson?” You call out softly, setting down the tablet you’ve been hunched over for the past two hours. He makes a noncommittal sound from behind his desk but doesn’t look up. You sigh, stretching slowly with a yawn. “I was hoping I could leave now, I’ve got a date tonight and it’s Christmas Eve…” you trail off, hoping he can put the rest together himself.

You hear him sigh, but he’s careful not to show too much emotion. This is your third year of working for him as his personal assistant, and he knows he’s been the reason why you haven’t had a chance to really celebrate the holiday season since you’ve started working for him. He occupies all of your time, barely lets you have free time as it is because he wants you around for more than your work ethic. Ari’s never bothered crossing the line between personal and professional, and he’s tried to resist but his own selfish desires have pushed him to resort to other ways of making sure you never stray too far. You don’t think much of it, hardly wanting to complain when the overtime pay is always more than generous and the lunch trips allow you to try new places that you’d never be able to afford yourself.

Of course Janine in accounting never fails to tease you about the fact that you’re pretty much Ari’s “work wife”, or telling you that you should end things with Dennis and make a move on the boss. It’s all jokes, you’re sure of it, and you’ve always just brushed it off and told her to stop being silly. Recently though, even you can’t deny that he’s been demanding more and more from you. If you really think about it, it all tracks back to last year and how you’d finally managed to convince him to let you cut out early so you could make it to your friend’s Christmas Eve party. That was where you met Dennis, and the two of you have been together since then.

Ari hates it, and he barely contains his ire at the mention of your date tonight. “Oh? You’re still with what’s his name? Desmond? Deacon? Derrick?” He knows the name, he knows plenty about Dennis. He knows more than you probably want him to, and in Ari’s mind the man doesn’t deserve you. He regrets letting you have that Christmas Eve off every time he hears you mention that man’s name, because had he kept you late then you would have never met Dennis. It’s something that he has a strong urge to correct, and that’s why he opens his mouth to tell you that he really needs you to stay.

You can see him gearing up to tell you that you can’t leave, and you grab the tablet you’ve just sat down to take over to his desk. You’ve finished the tasks he’s insisted on having you stay late to complete, and if you weren’t so intimidated by the way he’s glowering at you right now you might have told him that you were going to leave regardless. “Please, Mr. Levinson? He’s been so excited and nervous about tonight and I found a ring hidden in his sock drawer last week. I’m pretty sure you can guess what that means, and I don’t ever ask you for anything, I’m always here when you call.” You sigh, it’s frustrating that you have to beg your boss to let you make it to your own potential engagement, but you do anyway.

Never mind the fact that you aren’t even sure if you want to marry Dennis, that’s not the point. The point is you should be allowed to go and give him your answer in person.

You’re caught up in your own frustration that you don’t even notice Ari’s until he slams his pen down onto his desk. You jump, startling and back away so quickly that you almost stumble in your heels. Ari is fuming, this has gone on long enough and hearing you trying to convince him to let you go run off to be with some pathetic excuse of a man is the final straw. “No. You won’t be going anywhere. I suggest you text him and tell him that you won’t be making it.”

It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. You’ve heard this authoritative tone from him enough times to know that he expects you to go pick up your phone and do just that. You hate that his commanding nature makes you want to fold and do just as he says. Huffing in irritation you stand rooted to the spot, arms crossing over your chest as you try to force yourself to not give in to his demands. Ari just tips his head to the side and raises a brow. Are you really challenging him, your boss? He scoffs at the idea of it, he can see how you’re nervously drumming your fingers against your bicep. “You can either take my suggestion, or you can clear out your desk if this job means so little to you.”

Your arms drop to your side in defeat, a flash of hurt crossing your features at the fact that he’d stoop that low just to get his way. It has the desired effect though, and Ari can’t bring himself to feel guilty for it when he sees you turn on your heel and stalk over to where your phone is sitting facedown on the coffee table. His eyes are trained on your ass when you bend over to pick it up, and the whole time you tap out the cancellation of yet another date to Dennis you keep your back to him. You can feel his eyes burning into you, and it makes you squirm and press your thighs together in an effort to ignore the swirling heat that’s trying to build between your thighs.

Sent: I’m so sorry, I know I’m late but Ari really needs me to help get things set up for the upcoming merger. Maybe we can take a raincheck on dinner?

Received: Your boss is such a Scrooge!

Received: It’s okay, I’ll just get us some food to go. We can still have our date, I’ll figure it out! Received: As long as you’re there it’ll be perfect, honey.

You set your phone back down, missing the fourth message he sends that says I love you. And when you go to pick up your phone to see it, that’s when you suddenly feel Ari’s thick, well built body pressing against you. You whirl around startled, and make an attempt to put some distance between the two of you. Ari has other plans, and a strong arm yanks you back into his chest. “What are you doing! Mr. Levinson, please let me go!” You insist, struggling in his grip despite the fact that he doesn’t budge an inch.

“No. I don’t think I will. I’ve held off for too long, and that’s my fault.” You feel his large hand sliding over the curves of your body, gripping and squeezing at the softness of your hips. You squirm, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you put up a weak attempt to get him to stop when you feel his hand grabbing a handful of your ass. You might have fantasized about a moment like this before, but you’re not the type to cheat and despite the fact that you can feel how your panties are getting damper by the second, you don’t plan on starting.

“Mr. Levinson, I don’t know what’s going on with you tonight, but it’s not too late for us to just pretend this never happened.” You try, hoping to appeal to the man’s better sense but Ari seems undeterred when his fingers find the zipper at the back of your skirt.

“What’s going on is I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t burn me up every time I have to hear you talking about that waste you call a boyfriend.” He knows it’s his fault, he should have made a move before instead of worrying about professionalism and not crossing lines. Hearing about Dennis having a ring for you is the sign he needs that this situation needs to be rectified immediately. Besides if it’s jewelry you want he’ll buy you as much of it as you want. “He doesn’t deserve you, and if I overheard you and Janine correctly, he can’t even make you cum.” Ari tsks, shaking his head in disapproval as he backs you to the side of the sofa. You swallow thickly, squeezing your thighs together and blowing out a frustrated breath with a huff.

You avert his intense blue-green gaze, jaw clenching tight as your chest rises and falls with tense breaths. “That was a private conversation.” You mutter, hands gripping the waistband of your skirt when Ari pulls the zipper down.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been getting treated the way you should.” Ari grins, wolfish and dangerous as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “How long has it been since someone other than yourself has made this little cunt cum, hmm?” He pulls down your skirt with a hard tug that has it slipping out of your grasp and falling to the floor, and his big hand is between your thighs with a hum. You squeal, shocked that he’s being so bold and because the contact feels better than it should. You gasp as second later when you feel Ari’s hand giving your clothed pussy a slap. “I asked you a question. How long?”

“I—”

Ari gives you another smack and you make a strained sound between your teeth. There’s no denying that you’re wet now, you can feel how your cute lace panties are beginning to soak through with your arousal.

“A while! Okay it’s been a while.” You don’t want to say that for most of your relationship Dennis hasn’t been able to bring you to orgasm, and the few times that he had were because you’d already primed yourself up before he got involved. Ari makes a sound of contemplation, and then he shakes his head. His hand cups your sex, thumb pressing against your clit through the damp fabric of your panties and he teases you with the light pressure. Your hips buck, seeking out the much needed friction and the sound of Ari’s chuckle makes you stop and try to get a hold of yourself.

“Tell me to stop, if you really want me to, tell me right now to stop.” He gives you a pointed and knowing look before smirking. “Or you can be good and I’ll give you what you’ve been missing this whole time.” His thumb draws a teasing half circle against your clit through your panties and your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure that shoots through you. You don’t want to betray Dennis, but it’s been so long since you’ve had real pleasure that you know you can’t deny yourself any longer. It doesn’t help that the way Ari is taking control and being so demanding with you is exactly what you wish Dennis would do. You’ve tried to convince him to be rougher but he never does, always too scared to hurt you when a little pain is exactly what you want. You’re dragged out of your thoughts when you feel Ari adding more pressure and drawing a slow circle over you through your panties.

Your hands flash out and grip his arms, a muttered curse falling from your mouth as you give an involuntary grind against his thumb through the slick lacy fabric. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” He already knows your answer, he can see it written all over your face and hear it in your voice when he begins to lessen the pressure. You react faster than you can think better of it. One of your hands reaches down to grab his wrist and attempt to stop him from pulling away.

“I—this is so fucked up, I have a boyfriend…” Ari says nothing but you can feel his touch drifting away and you curse in frustration. “Just this once, fuck…just once, and he never knows.” You feel so guilty but your need quickly shuts the guilty and responsible part of you down before you can come to your senses. Ari licks his lips, leaning in to claim your lips as he pushes your panties to the side and spears you open with two thick digits. You cry out, mouth falling open and giving him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue delve in and taste you. It’s a filthy kiss, and it has your anticipation spiking for what’s to come.

You hope to god it’s you.

His fingers press deeper inside you, stretching you around the thick digits and making you keen in pleasure as your hips grind against his palm. When he sinks them in further you hiss, the heel of his palm presses hard against your clit, and you can’t help the way your hips give a filthy grind. Reaching up you card your fingers through his hair, giving yourself over to the moment and praying that the guilt won’t eat you alive afterwards. Ari hums his approval, crooking his fingers inside you to search out that spongy patch of nerves. When he finds it you tense, he swallows your drawn out moan with a growl when your fingers tighten in his hair and pull. The sensation shoots straight to his cock but he ignores the way he’s aching and straining against his suit pants to focus on you.

He’s determined to have you fall apart for him more than once before he gives you his cock, he needs you to see just how much better he’ll be for you. You don’t even have to tell him that Dennis never has been able to find your g-spot, even when you tried to talk him through it. Ari can tell by your reaction that it’s been neglected for far too long, the way you practically soak his fingers says as much. His free hand wanders under your blouse groping at your breasts before pulling the cups of your bra down to let his fingers tease at your hardened nipples. You arch into his rough hands, panting as you break the kiss and try to keep yourself from being too loud. You don’t know who else is still in the building and the last thing you need or want is to be caught with your bosses fingers roughly pumping into your squelching cunt.

You bury your face into his broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You’ve always thought he smelled good but tonight it’s just another thing that turns you on and makes it that much easier for him to push you to the edge. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this didn’t you.” He coos, and it’s then that you realize that you’ve been rocking your hips against his fingers while you greedily chase your high. “That’s it, don’t get shy on me now. Take what you need.” He says, and you can hear the underlying command in his tone and it prompts you to keep riding his fingers. Ari praises you, whispers of “that’s it. You’re close aren’t you? Good girl.” making you clench around his digits, but it’s nothing compared to how hard you bear down on his fingers when his hand comes out from under your shirt to wrap around your throat and squeeze.

It sends you over and you grip tightly at Ari’s arms through his dress shirt, crying out and soaking his hand with your juices as you cum. It feels so good, and you know that should have never sacrificed your own satisfaction for someone else’s feelings because now you need more and you have no idea how you’ll go back to the unfulfilling sex you were having before.

You whine at the feeling of Ari’s fingers sliding out of you, and when he brings the digits to your lips you open without having to be told, taking them into your mouth and sucking them clean with a needy moan. “You want more?” He questions, and you nod still sucking at his fingers. A hum of approval settles on your ears, and you don’t try to stop him when he starts to finish undressing you. Your blouse is pulled over your head, and your bra is undone and thrown off to the side. You realize then that he’s still fully dressed, while you stand there in nothing but your heels.

Ari takes his time looking you over, letting his gaze drag over every inch of you before he spins you around to face the sofa. He gives you a little push and it sends you tipping over the arm, leaving your ass high in the air and when you try to move a strong hand comes down against your ass. You cry out, mewling at the sharp sting and the way it shoots straight to your pulsing core. He takes note of your reaction and gives you another slap to the opposite cheek, you jump with a shaky breath as your hips squirm and your hands grip against one of the sofa’s pillows. You hear Ari sigh from behind you, “Really shouldn’t have wasted all this time, you’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.”

He kneels behind you, spreading you open and leaning in to drag a stripe up your sex with his tongue before he draws back and spits on it. You curse under your breath, hips squirming in anticipation. He lays another hard slap to your ass and watches the way you clench around nothing. All you hear next is the hungry growl from him before he buries his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at your sopping cunt greedily. You moan loudly, bringing the pillow to your face to try and muffle the sounds. Ari gives your ass another slap just as his tongue drags over your clit and you squeal into the pillow. “No you don’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear every single pretty sound you make.” When you don’t immediately pull the pillow away he gives you four successive slaps to your ass that leave you feeling breathless and on edge.

You toss the pillow away from you, taking a shaky breath that quickly turns into a loud moan that bounces off the walls of Ari’s office as he presses his tongue into your quivering hole. You push back against his face, thighs trembling and breath choppy as you feel your body getting worked to the edge again. The soft scratch of his beard against your sensitive folds only helps that, and it has you calling out his name. “Fuck, Ari…’s so good. Please, please don’t stop.” You beg, forgetting where you are for a moment and not caring about your volume. When you feel Ari’s fingers against your clit while he fucks his tongue into you as deeply as he can from behind you, you sob in pleasure. He brings you over the edge again, and loudly slurps up everything you give him when you cum on his mouth.

Panting, you don’t dare move at first. It’s not until you register the sound of his belt being unbuckled that you dare a look over your shoulder. His pants are undone, and pushed down along with his underwear just enough for him to free his cock. You suck in a breath at the sight of him, he’s bigger than you anticipated. You and Janine have speculated, but seeing him in the flesh you realize that even your best guess was off by a good few inches. He’s going to split you open on that pretty cock, and your shudder in anticipation wanting nothing more than to have him filling you up.

He steps in behind you, and you can’t look away as he lines himself up with your entrance. The way he grins at you is the only warning you get before you feel him pushing inside you, and the stretch burns in the most delicious way. “Fuuuuuck, fuck you’re so big.” You gasp out, upper body collapsing back down onto the sofa. It lifts your ass up more on the arm that Ari has you draped over, and lets him sink in even deeper. A choked noise claws its way out of your throat, and you can already feel yourself clenching around him as your breath comes out in short puffs. You’ve never been this full before, and it almost feels like too much but you’re too greedy to try and tell him to stop now. You grip the edges of the cushion that you’re laying against and force yourself to breathe when you feel Ari beginning to move. He takes his time working his cock into you, making sure you feel every inch as he sinks into you and splits your tight little cunt open on his length.

“Shiiiiit, so fuckin’ tight. He’s not as big as me is he?” He asks the taunting question and you shake your head, but that’s not good enough for Ari and he brings his hand down against your ass hard, hissing when you clench down like a vise around him.

“No! Fuck, fuck—he’s not big like you!” Ari rewards your confession with a hard thrust that sinks him deep enough to feel the head of his cock hitting against your cervix and you scream out in both pain and pleasure. He can feel you fluttering around him, and he does it again and catches your hips when you jolt forward.

“Oh no you don’t, be a good girl and keep this little cunt right here, sweetheart.” He orders, starting to fuck you harder and deeper than any man before him has, using one hand to deliver hard slaps to your ass until you’re crying for him and promising to take it like a good girl. You have no choice but to take it, eyes screwed shut and pleasure coursing through you with every single pounding thrust from Ari. He has you cumming in seconds, his cock hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know were there and making stars burst behind your clenched shut eyes. Your gushing around him, and he doesn’t even care to stop as he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him and begging him for more as tears wet your cheeks.

You don’t think it’s possible but Ari finds a way to give you more, leaning forward and using one hand to grip the back of the sofa while the other stays gripping you by the hip. When he puts his entire body into the thrust you let out a soundless scream, eyes rolling back at the way he’s beating the pussy up. “Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, daddy!” You scream, lost in the moment and unaware of the shit that’s leaving your mouth.

Ari doesn’t expect that from you, but he loves the sound of it and it has him pounding into your abused cunt with everything he has. “Fuck, that’s it. Take this fuckin’ cock.” He grunts over you, grip on your hip so tight that you know his fingertips are going to be bruised into your skin. His thrusts are coming so hard that the sofa is sliding against the floor, knocking into the end table so hard that it rocks and a lamp falls to the ground and shatters. Neither one of you stops, and you’re too lost in the pleasure to even hear the sound of something breaking. “This what you needed all along, needed my fat cock ruining this tight cunt.” He leans forward, bearing down all of his weight on you as his cock is buried to the hilt inside you. The hand on your hip goes to tangle in your curls and pulls until he’s got your head lifted and your back arching wickedly. He groans at the sight of tears on your face from how good he’s fucking you, and his cock twitches inside you making you whine.

“Yes, needed your fat cock, daddy…” You slur out, mind going numb as you grind your hips back against him. “Please…wan—wanna cum.” You beg, cockdrunk and feeling better than you have in your life.

“Honey?!” Slowly you look towards the door of Ari’s office, heavy lidded eyes taking in the sight of Dennis standing there with a look of hurt and shock on his face as a bouquet of red roses falls from his hand. You can see the shape of something boxy and small in his pocket and wonder if it’s the ring you’d found.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Ari’s cocky voice fills your ears, and you push back against him when he doesn’t move inside you. He chuckles at how cockdrunk and out of it you are, and gives you what you want. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filling the office once again and Dennis sniffles.

“Wh—What is this? What did you do to her?!” He demands, not wanting to believe that you’re willingly letting Ari fuck you.

Ari just laughs, and reaches down to pull you up and wrap his arm around your neck until his large bicep is pressing against your throat. Your ass bounces against his every thrust, and the sound of your squelching cunt is added to the symphony of skin on skin, your sobbing moans, and Ari’s grunts. “I just gave her what you clearly can’t, isn’t that right sweetheart.”

You moan, eyes closed as you nod with a dopey smile on your lips before they part with a loud curse when Ari’s other hand goes between your thighs and his rough fingers begin to strum against your clit. Incoherent babbles leave your lips, and you’re so close to cumming that you don’t even question Ari’s next words.

“Tell him, sweetheart. Go on and tell him who this pussy belongs to now.”

Your body goes taut, the coil snapping again and you're gushing around Ari as you scream out for him. “Yours, daddy! Fuck it’s yours!” Your body trembles in his hold, and he keeps circling his fingers over your clit as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one all while Dennis breaks out into a sob at the sight of you in another man’s arms and so lost in pleasure that you don’t even care that he’s in the room watching. He turns and runs, leaving the roses on the floor and the sounds of your screams of pleasure haunt him all the way to the elevators.

Ari finally loses himself when he feels you coming around him again, letting you go and pushing you back over the arm of the sofa so he can bury himself inside you completely. He cums with a roar over you, his body warm as it spills inside you and paints your battered walls as they flutter wildly around him. He huffs out a breath and reaches up to push sweat soaked strands of his long hair out of his face with a grin.

“Merry Christmas to me.” He pants, giving your ass one more slap for good measure as he remains buried inside you.

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Secret santa, match maker

For @transformhim as part of the 4th Annual Writer Story Exchange. Merry Christmas, my friend!

Planning out what to wear to the colleges winter party was going to be fun. I wasn't sure if i should buy something new or wear something i could find. It was a themed holiday party where you dress as your favorite movie character with a winter twist. You had your own room but three other guys shared your suite with bathrooms you all had to share. It was a much better setup than your room last year having to go down the hall to use the bathroom. The upside was you met your roommates throughout the year. You're best friends now with Brandon and you like hanging out with John and Ryan. Brandon is taller than you at 5'11" with you being the third tallest at 5'9" after John then Ryan being 1/2" shorter. He likes to wear shoes with a bit a heel so he is only shorter when barefoot which you've gotten to see a lot more that you share a suite.

You liked Brandon's height but he seemed to upset being under 6 foot. it might also have been from his older brothers all being over 6 foot. Maybe you'd get the courage to ask him out at the party.

"Hey Brandon what are you going to wear to the party this Friday? You're going right?"

Brandon replied, "yeah i'm going, i think we should do something matching like be the Fantastic Four or something. What were you thinking?"

I liked the idea of matching but i wanted to think about it longer.

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Ryan and John goofing off, maybe someday i can do this with Brandon.

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They ended up heading out before me, i still wasn't sure what to wear but i got a text from Brandon saying to wear winter workout gear, with pants. Just as i got dressed pulling on my jock strap i always wear when working out i heard a ping go off.

"Take the pill on the counter we already took ours, one for everyone invited to the party." I look around and see a baggie with instructions on front, take one of these for everyone in your group going. Wishing all a fun night!

Intrigued despite my usual avoidance of taking anything i haven't looked into more I swallow it down hoping for a good night. There was supposed to be a Santa, and no not one for little kids. Heading out i looked in the mirror smiling at my face. I shaved but my roomates were a mixed bag. I might want to grow a new beard with how sexy a guy with a full beard looked to me. Having body hair or not didn't spoil it but i liked to see tattoos so much i'd offered to shave my ex's back where he had a sexy tiger. How i liked to make him purr.

Showing up at the building texting to find out where they were.

Hello young man have you been naughty or nice? A door had opened and in it was probably the promised Santa. Chuckling, "I might have been nice but i want to be naughty tonight" "Down the red hallway then." I saw there was a green and a red hallway behind him. I entered the light and my stomach gurgled just then, "Hey dude, r u in yt?"

Brandon seemed to be a bit drunk or just not paying attention to his text. "Yeah i'm in the red hallway."

In response i got an eggplant emoji which he'd never sent me but made my grin in hopeful response, "I'm wearing my favorite hat."

Down the hallway, had it always been so narrow? My arms were close to the curtained door just ahead. Anyway, I went through to quiet club music to the side with dancing people and leather chairs on the other for sitting in groups.

While i couldn't see my friends there was a tall barely clad guy ahead of me, just as i reached out he turned to show me a big red bulge he had and... what seemed to be exact matches for Brandons tattoos except he was much too tall to be him.

"Hey how's the party."

The tall sexy guy i felt i'd met before reached out, "you have got to try the punch Mike. It makes the party so much better." Did he say my name, maybe we share a class.

Happy to be near the tall guy i happily got a glass to drink, it tasted like fruit punch without any alcohol but my stomach clenched once i'd downed the glass. I dropped the cup, leaning over to get it i took full inventory of my new "friend" wearing the exact watch and bracelet that Brandon always wears, Brandon? never mind." He leans in oh I thought you might notice, I am Brandon and it's thanks to the punch that I'm the height i've always wanted to be. We all get one wish from Santa tonight. If you took the pill it's supposed to be permanent. I thought i'd wished for something else but this is great too. "

I, what? You're really Brandon?" He has the same dreamy eyes but i hadn't let myself think so openly before not wanting to make him feel awkward when we studied together.

Of course I am and just take a look, that beard you've always wanted is coming in."

If i had to wish for something it would have been for Brandon to like me the way i like him but it seems I got a want instead, a beard i could have grown out..

Just as I slumped a bit the music beat got much louder. My other friends must have been hanging out near the dancers.

If i could have just not pulled my hand back the last time i'd asked if he had a pen i could use, when we were studying. Maybe we could have, something.

The little stage nearby was filled with the Santa who gyrated his hips rolling that belly around. He was saying something but we were too far away to hear.

I felt Brandons arm behind me, Come on Mike, let's go over. I was waiting for you, John and Ryan wanted me to dance. I wanted to make sure you had a friendly face when you came in. He didn't have a hard time talking now, the texting must have been his bigger hands.. well his bigger everything now that i took a moment to look.

We stood in front of the stage and Ryan waved over at me and i noticed he looked a bit shorter than what looked to be John next to him. The audience was full of smiling guys standing in small groups all seeming to be paired up. John must have been hitting the gym, i hadn't seen him doing weights. My mind wandering taking in the barrage of lights, sound and slightly musky air a hand rubbed my back again.

How could i ever not notice he'd left his hand on my back, he was so dreamy standing next to me. I should have asked him on a date the first time i bumped into him, we'd been lab partners in Botany and he kept making me smile telling jokes all the time.

"Bro, for real I keep wanting to kiss you, would that be ok? I think this will make more sense if we just.."

Of course I reach up to kiss him, I seemed to be the same height but he was a little taller. He could be a bit taller i rememeber thinking, I had to go up to finish the kiss. Was it my imagination or was he looking farther down now. My loose pants began to tent and I think i blushed.

"We should have done that sooner." Brandon huskily said in my ear. "I had a thing for you since the first time you laughed at my jokes."

Santa was stripping out of his large robe dancing for the cheering crowd. I could hear better now that we were closer, you all were invited here for one reason or another. Some of you are usually the shy type or are forever hopeful of someone to help you be who you've always dreamed of being. I have taken special interest in the adults of many colleges and here and now take a look at each other. No more mists.

His dancing slowed and I felt my face again. A light stubble on my face instead of the beard i had. Brandon suddenly seemed to appear in my mind what i remembered and how he looked now. He had a trim beard and he was definitely taller. The music went back to a background hum filling my feet with a heartbeat pounding of the bass or, maybe my feet were bigger?

"oh Mike, you are just my type i've always wanted to be the bigger spoon. You have always been so strong but i didn't feel good enough being shorter than everyone in my family. If this doesn't last past tomorrow i will get lifts for my shoes but it doesn't really matter. I want to be your boyfriend if you'll be mine. We hang out all the time and.. what do you think?"

Of course i wanted to jump into his arms hearing his words. He was just my type too. Maybe our Christmas wishes really were met. I thought he was perfect but i hadn't changed except for maybe a bit more weight on my arms. My feet I'd look into later that night when we could relax in each others arms, preferably after some bonding experiences. If you get my drift, I Mike wanted to be Brandon's boyfriend and he seemed to want me to be me with a few enhancements we would explore for years to come.

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Baby, it’s Cold - JJ Maybank

Request: “Baby, it’s cold outside” & “We could cuddle by the fireplace?” w/ JJ

A/N: Some Christmassy JJ...also, now that I mentioned it in this fic, I really wanna do a ‘kiss my best friend’ challenge fic thing...I don’t know how that would work.

TW: Christmas

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There was a very real chance that your mom had been playing Christmas music non-stop since Thanksgiving day. The tree was still on its way to fully being decorated and your house looked trapped between hallmark channel worthy and post Thanksgiving madness still, boxes laid out with garland, ornaments, faux trees, nativity scenes, and accent pillows cluttering the small house. Everything smelled like balsam and gingerbread and was it too soon to be sick of the holiday? 

It wasn’t like you had any particular reason to dread this most magical time of year. Though it definitely had something to do with the blond that was currently helping string lights outside for your mom. You had been best friends with JJ for as long as you could remember and you had been wishing it was more than that for probably just as long. You watched those cheesy ‘kiss my best friend’ challenges on TikTok and imagined that it was you and JJ, though your imaginations even ended with rejection. 

Stupid maybe, but you wanted that cute Christmas love. Bringing your boyfriend around for holidays that you no longer have to suffer through alone, kissing under the mistletoe, going Black Friday shopping, decorating…it wasn’t like you didn’t already do most of these things but you always thought it would be so different if you and JJ were together. 

“This is the third time this song has come on!” JJ called, leaning against the open living room window and drawing your attention away from the ornaments you were hanging. 

“What?” 

“This song…baby it’s cold outside,” JJ sang, slightly off key, “it’s the third time it’s come on.” 

“It’s a different version.” You replied, abandoning your work to come over to the window. “How’s it looking outside?” 

Your mom had promised JJ a hundred dollars in cash if he helped to decorate with you while she was at work, an offer JJ was happy to accept and you were happy to pester him over. “So basically, you only hang out with me for money?” You had joked when he told you earlier in the morning what your mom had said. You both knew that JJ would have helped anyway, your mom was always sweet to him, half the time treating him like he was her own son.

“Looking pretty fucking awesome, wait till we light this place up.” JJ replied.

You nodded, looking back into the living room at the boxes that were empty and ready to go back into the attic. JJ had helped with that too, hauling boxes and the giant bag for the Christmas tree down the attic ladder with you. “I need to carry these up before we finish up.”

“I’ll carry them up when I’m done hanging lights...but it’ll cost you extra.” He teased, leaning in the window more.

You rolled your eyes, used to JJ’s ridiculous demands. He would rope you into paying for lunch or buying him a new bracelet while he flirted with the cashier and pretended to be a tourist at the Ron Jon’s on figure eight or waxing his surfboard because he was lazy and almost never took care of it. Once he even made you buy weed from his cousin because they were ‘beefing’ and he didn’t want to talk to him. So while you ran through the possibilities, you conceded, agreeing to whatever his cost might be. “Okay, what do I owe you?”

“A kiss under mistletoe.”

“How festive,” you deadpanned, turning back to your current job and leaving him leaning into the living room. The suggestion had made your head race just the smallest amount and your face grow hot but you played it off by walking away. JJ was always saying bullshit stuff and this, you knew, was no different.

“I’m serious!” He called.

JJ let the subject drop, finishing the lights outside of the house before putting the ladder back in the garage and heading inside to help carry the boxes back up to the attic. You were finishing cleaning up, vacuuming the needles that fell despite the faux tree and making sure that there were no stray pieces of tissue paper lying around. You deliberately ignored him when he came in, wanting to avoid any more teasing.

It wasn’t the first time that JJ had said something like that. You were almost a hundred percent certain that he had no idea you had a crush on him but every once in a while, he would make a joke like that and you thought maybe Kiara had told him. Maybe he knew and he was teasing you on purpose. JJ wasn’t the cruel sort though so you usually wrote it off as quickly as the thought crossed your mind. But it still bugged you when he said it. Like picking at a fresh wound, he was reminding you all over again that you liked him and that you had for a long time and that he would never like you back.

“Okay,” JJ said to no one in particular, “finished.”

“Thanks...I really appreciate the help.” You admitted, crossing your arms and looking around the living room. From the stockings on the fireplace to the tree in front of the bay window, everything had come together.

“Do I get my payment now?”

“I’m not kissing you JJ,” you replied, denying his earlier request all over again.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re not being serious.”

“Why do you always think I’m joking?” He asked, following you into the kitchen.

“Because, you always are. You flirt with everyone and you never mean it.”

“Okay…so what if I meant it?”

“JJ just…stop okay? It’s not funny.” You replied, a little more agitated as he continued prodding at the joke.

“I’m not being funny.” He dropped the playfulness in his voice, trying to sound as serious as possible in an effort to convince you.

“JJ-”

“Come on,” JJ leaned in closer to you, pressing his palm against the cool tiles of the kitchen counter, “we could cuddle by the fireplace, mack on each other with the tree all decorated. It’d be like a hallmark movie.”

“There is nothing about you that is like a hallmark movie,” you laughed, “and I’m not gonna kiss you just because you finished carrying some boxes up to the attic and you think it’d be hilarious. Did Kiara tell you?”

JJ tilted his head to the side, eyebrows raised in slight confusion as he tried to decide exactly what Kiara might have told him that you’re getting at. “I don’t know what you mean.” He replied, “what did she tell me about what?”

“That I like you,” you admitted, crossing your arms and looking away from you. Not exactly how you imagined confessing to him. Not that you imagined confessing to him at all. “Is that why you’re doing this, because you know that I like you?”

“No...hey, you’re my best friend, you really think I’d do some shit like that?” He asked, “I’m not joking and if I’d known that you liked me, I woulda just said something.”

“Yeah, no...I didn’t mean that...I don’t think you’d be mean or something I just...” You sighed, “I just thought you were joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay...yeah, I got it.”

“So can I kiss you?” JJ asked, reaching out to take your hands in his.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” he laughed, pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you.

You smiled as you pulled away, “I’m so excited, I’m radiating with excitement.” You replied, the fluttering feeling that was sparking goosebumps across your arms at the thought of JJ actually liking you back held at bay only long enough for you to try and act unfazed. You weren’t though and JJ knew it, you could tell by the grin on his face as he leaned in close to you again and you found yourself looking forward to the holiday just a little bit more than you had been when you’d started the day.

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midnight rendezvous (b.w x y/n)

requested: yes! by @weasleyswizardwheezes1 [i love you arms your writing so uh anything w bill weasley. either smut, angst, fluff, etc. is fine, but could it be on the longer side. please and thank you, no pressure btw :)] send in your own request here

summary: where you and bill have a penchant for meeting in the night

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Being the best friend of the Weasley twins definitely had its perks. Spending summers at the Burrow, having a second family that was closer to you than your own, friendly banter that came along with the family.

However, there was an unexpected drawback that came with this.

A drawback by the name of Bill Weasley.

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Although in the same year as the twins, you were a year older than Fred and George, meaning you had always felt a little more mature than the two pranksters.

Thus, you felt like you noticed things that the two of them never really noticed. Girls having crushes on them, boys being envious of them, the ways rumours would fly around about the three of you.

The main thing, however, that you felt the two of them didn't notice, was the way Bill treated you.

It wasn't that he'd always been like this. The first few years you'd known the man, he was very nice to you – familial and brotherly, much like the rest of the family had been to you.

However, sometime in fifth year, things changed.

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You arrived at the Burrow with the twins for Christmas, ready to be welcomed by the family you'd come to call your own, but was left feeling hurt, weirdly hollow.

Every Weasley had welcomed you with open arms, except Bill. Harry, the only other non-Weasley around, was embraced heartily by the curse-breaker, but you were given a sharp nod, and nothing more.

Confused, you shook it off, moving to sit next to George, his arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled into him. Fred landed on your other side, passing you a mug of hot cocoa as he landed a kiss on the top of your head, arm enveloping your shoulders with a tight squeeze.

Surrounded by the younger Weasleys as you watched Ginny, Ron and Harry play a game of Exploding Snap, you felt an intense gaze on you, looking up to see the four oldest Weasleys sat around the dining table, watching all of you.

You caught Bill's eyes, sending him a familiar smile, but was ignored as the man took a sip of his coffee, turning to look out the window instead.

Your hurt was short-lived as Fred leaned into whisper a soft quip into your ear, letting out a laugh, turning to relay the same quip to George.

The rest of the trip went similarly – every time you attempted to catch Bill's eye, to hold a proper conversation, he'd ignore you, or brush you off, pretending that he had something else to do.

The day all of you left the Burrow to go back to Hogwarts, Bill had even left the group before you could say goodbye to him, and you could only be left wondering, what did you do?

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Now that you've graduated, you were relishing in the last summer you could spend in the Burrow as a teenager without the pressure of work hovering over you.

Determined to have the best time you possibly could with your 'family', your days were consumed by pranks with the twins, quidditch with the family, and helping Molly bake.

Yet, you still felt empty; a hole in the warm pit created by familial love, a hole marked with the name 'Bill Weasley'.

The cursebreaker was still actively avoiding you, for no known reason, and you stopped seeking out why a year ago. Instead, you sought to live your life with one less brother, one less family member to love.

Tossing and turning, you found yourself particularly restless one night. Not wanting to wake Fred, who was sleeping soundly in bed next to you, you got up, tiptoeing down to the kitchen to have a nice cool sip of water.

You'd taken to sleeping in the twins' room since the first holiday you were at the Burrow. Molly was against the idea at first of course, but was incapable of stopping the pranksters who managed to sneak you in night after night, insistent on having 'sleepovers' with you.

After the third night, Molly gave up, only giving you three a strict 'no funny business!' warning, before trudging back off to bed.

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The dim lamplight from the kitchen illuminated just about enough for you to see your surroundings, having been around the Weasleys' long enough to know which boards to avoid so as to not have them creak and wake the family up.

However, what you hadn't taken into account was a body on the ground, hitting your foot into a blanketed torso, making you elicit a shriek, the unknown body on the ground letting out a muffled groan.

"What the fuck?"

You muttered a quick 'Lumos', pointing your wand at the person under the quilt, only for the fabric to be thrown aside, revealing a tousled Bill Weasley, sleep clouding his narrowed eyes as he massaged his abdominal with one hand, ruffling his hair with the other.

"Oh."

Realising that the man on the floor was, in fact, a Weasley, and not some thief who'd stolen into the house in the middle of the night, you dismissed the charm, lowering your wand and shifting awkwardly on your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were there."

Throwing a curt apology at Bill, you moved off towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard above and wordlessly filling it up, intent on finishing your business as quickly as possible before heading back up to the twins.

"Pour me a cup?"

The deep voice startled you for a moment. At some point Bill had gotten up from his mound of pillows and now found himself stood behind you, his hand holding out a mug that had a 'B' painted on it, gesturing at the water jug you were holding.

Nodding curtly, you poured him his water, Bill thanking you before moving to lean against a counter, watching you from behind the rim of his mug.

"'m surprised you're down here."

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man in confusion.

"What'd you mean?"

He shrugged, downing the rest of his water before placing the mug down on the counter with a tad bit more strength than he needed. He stretched for a moment, arms pulled over his head to pull the sleep out of his eyes, shirt moving up with the movement to show off a slither of his toned stomach.

"You're always around the twins, never see you without 'em. Expected you to be, in their beds or something I don't know."

A protest spluttered from your throat, choking slightly on the water that you'd been drinking.

"I–what?"

The man lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Am I wrong? You've been in and out both their beds since you were firsties. I mean, it's not hard to guess what you're doing in there with 'em."

You huffed at the implications of Bill's words, putting your mug down with much of the same vigour as he had just now.

"First off, I'm an adult, and I can do what I please."

You were fuming, steam practically coming out your ears, and hearing the muttered 'clearly been an adult for a while' from Bill's lips didn't help.

"Second, even if I was sleeping with your brothers, which I am not, I don't understand why it'd be any of your business. It's not like we're friends or anything."

An odd, emotionless laugh came from Bill's lips, pushing off the counter to come stand over you. His tall stature forced you to stumble backwards, pressed against the wooden cabinets as he glared down at you.

"First off," Bill's deep voice was modulated up an octave, mocking your previous rebuttal.

"I am not saying your life is part of my concern. I'm concerned for my brothers."

A hand landed next to your head, pushing against the cabinet harshly.

"But second, you're practically a Weasley. It's my duty to look after you guys."

You laughed indignantly, looking away from the intense man to focus on his arm instead, as if studying the tattoos that covered his tanned frame.

"I'm sorry. It's your duty to look after me?"

You pushed him off of you, moving away with a huff, grabbing the two abandoned mugs to wash them with far too much tenacity, water splashing everywhere.

"Yes, that's what I said. I've known you since you were eleven – of course I have to watch over you. You're like family."

You rolled your eyes, giving up the facade of placidity as you left the mugs clattering in the sink, whipping around to face Bill.

"I'm like family? That's rich, William, truly rich."

Now it was your turn to advance towards the man, causing him to back up as your anger fueled you with energy, stomping dangerously close to his feet.

"If how you treat me is how you treat your family, I pity Molly for having you as a son."

Incoherent words left Bill's mouth in an attempt to argue further with you, but you didn't listen. Turning on your heel, you left the man in the kitchen, no longer concerning yourself with which steps to avoid as you stomped back to the twins' room, leaving Bill accompanied only by the dim light from the lamp, and the creaks coming from the floorboards.

⚔︎

After that infuriating night, it was no longer a 'hidden' fact that something was off between you and Bill.

While it had seemed that Bill used to be the one avidly avoiding you, the tables had quickly turned – you were now the prey ardently avoiding any encounters with your predator.

Any time Bill came into the room, you'd either leave, or place yourself as far away as humanly possible. During meals, you'd move yourself to sit next to Ginny, as opposed to in between the twins as you'd been sat for years, just so you no longer sat across from Bill. Even during quidditch, one of your favourite things to do with the whole family, you opted to sit out and stay in the twins' room or help Molly with the dishes, just to make sure you never had to interact with Bill.

Honestly, you weren't quite certain why the conversation with Bill had ticked you off so much. Maybe it was because he accused you of sleeping with your best friends, as if that was all you were good for. Maybe, it was because he had no right to insert himself in your life like that, to pretend like he cared about you in the first place.

It was clear he no longer wanted to be a part of your life when you were sixteen. You had no desire to welcome the curse-breaker back into your life now.

⚔︎

Three days after the midnight meeting with Bill, you found yourself restless again, unable to sleep.

George shifted slightly as you moved out of his bed, turning to cuddle with your now abandoned pillow as you slipped out of his grasp.

You decided to go for a quick midnight broom ride, hoping that the adrenaline rush and energy that you'd burn while flying would tire you out so you could finally fall asleep. A lot of the time you'd spent avoiding Bill turned into naps, which meant you were increasingly unable to fall asleep at night, disrupting your sleep schedule massively.

Cursing Bill under your breath, you creeped down the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't be down there again. You didn't want to have to deal with the eldest Weasley again.

Thanking your lucky stars, you landed on the final step, noting that the first floor was empty. Hoping that the door wouldn't creak when you opened it, you ran towards the small shed out back, grabbing a random broom from it and got ready to fly.

"Y/N?"

You were already mounted on the broom and ready to kick off as that dreaded baritone resounded from the door.

You should have known you weren't that lucky.

Yelling a quick "Nope!", you kicked off and flew out towards the countryside, only looking behind you to see Bill standing in his sleeping pants, hands gesturing out at you in exasperation.

"Now how's that for some good ol' avoidance?"

⚔︎

Though you'd initially planned on flying only for a little bit, seeing Bill at the door really put a damper on your plans, making you decide to fly to a nearby watering hole the Weasleys used to bring you to.

Illuminated by the moonlight, you descended upon the grassy area, smiling at the way the water rippled in the soft night breeze.

Tranquility was what the scene spelt.

In a moment motivated by something you'd come to dub as 'Weasley Whims', i.e the reason the twins had gotten the three of you in trouble constantly, you decided to strip down to your underwear to take a dip in the cool water, abandoning your clothes and wand on a mossy rock nearby.

Taking a running leap, you threw yourself into the water, feeling, for the first time in three days, free. A laugh rippled the waters as you broke through the surface, swimming back over to the edge, only for the laugh to be stolen away as you noticed a shadowed figure land next to your broom.

Bill Weasley was here to ruin your night, yet again.

You let out a strangled scream of frustration as the man alighted from his broom, feet and torso bared to the moonlight.

Clearly, he, like you, had not bothered to dress properly for the impromptu flight.

"Why are you following me."

Your question held no semblance of curiosity, only frustration as you demanded an answer from the man. His answer did not come, only moving towards the water to kneel in front of it, looking down at you.

"Why are you running away from me?"

Wisps of his ginger hair fell forward, covering bits of his handsome face as the rest was carelessly thrown up into a short ponytail, clearly done to prevent his hair from falling into his face during the flight, a precaution that you'd forgotten to take.

"I could ask you the same. Only, it must be a bit harder to hide from someone when they're already hiding from you in the first place, hmm?"

You turned away from the man, diving back down into the depths of the watering hole to kick yourself over to the other side, wanting to do nothing more than swim away from the ginger, or maybe, have him leave you alone and fly back to the burrow, alone.

But of course, fate never let you have your way.

You turned around only to see the man had sat himself down cross-legged, body illuminated by the moonlight as it highlighted the tattoos decorating his forearm, the several scars that littered his chest a sharp white juxtaposing his tanned skin.

"I never ran away from you."

Your head fell back as you tread the water lightly, looking up instead to admire the stars that embellished the night sky, recalling fondly the astronomy classes you'd taken in the past two years as you focused on constellation after constellation, intent on ignoring the man in front of you, hoping your disregard would drive him away.

"Y/N, I'm talking to you."

The words drew a monotone chuckle from you, your eyes snapping to meet Bill's.

"Well that's a first."

Bill moved to stand up, and your heart jumped for a moment. Maybe he would finally leave you alone.

But yet again, luck never did seem to favour Y/N Y/L/N.

Instead of moving further away as you'd thought he would, Bill moved closer, stepping into the shallow of the watering hole, the water soaking the bottom of his pants.

Your eyes darted at the ripple of his abs with every movement, swallowing as your eyes darted to look anywhere else you could. You were not about to find this man attractive.

You could see him coming towards you in your peripherals, and moved back to face him, his pecs the only part of his torso above the water.

"You haven't spoken to me for almost two years, and now you've just got so much to say to me, huh?

Bill looked down into the water, nibbling on his lip as he looked back into your eyes, almost sheepish as he tried to answer.

"I–"

"You know how much that hurt?"

You swam closer towards him, your feet finding ground as you stood next to him, your shoulders bared to the world as you were no longer submerged.

"You were like family to me for almost five years, and then one day. You just fucking stopped. Stopped talking to me. Stopped joking around with me. For a while, you didn't even look at me!"

Your hands came up out of the water, gesturing wildly as you basically screamed at the man, Bill flinching slightly as the water splashed into his face, looking back down at the water again.

Ashamed.

"D'you know how fucked up that was? I had no clue what happened, why one of the people I considered family, one of my favourite people in the world, just fucking despised me all of a sudden."

Bill looked up at you in surprise at your words.

"And you know the worst fucking part?"

Your voice suddenly fell to a hush, almost a whisper as a tear welled in your eye, prompting you to shut them as your head tilted down, urging your breath to slow down.

"The worst part, the worst part was that I thought it was my fault, that it was something I'd done to drive you away. I blamed myself for ages, didn't know what I said, didn't know why you hated me."

"Didn't know why you'd never like me back."

The last part was said in a true whisper, barely audible despite the silent night.

Yet Bill still heard it, and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes searching your face as a tear escaped you, rolling down your cheek.

Unable to restrain himself, Bill's hand darted forward out, cooled by the waters you two found yourself in, a blatant contrast to the warm tear as the pad of his thumb wiped it away.

You flinched away from Bill, feeling vulnerable for the first time that night, coming to the sudden realisation that you were clad only in your underwear, your unintended confession drawing heat to your cheeks as you moved away from the man.

"I, I was afraid."

Bill's own confession halted your movements, making you turn back around to look up at him, confused.

"I–, how do I say this. I was ashamed of myself."

It was now Bill's turn to feel vulnerable, his unease making him shift in the water, the water rippling around the two of you at his movements.

"That winter when you came back here, when you turned sixteen, I started seeing you as more than family. I– I found you attractive, and I felt disgusted with myself."

You huffed, disbelieving of the words you were hearing.

"I'm being serious Y/N. You just, grew up over those few months, and just came back different, somehow. I felt like a predator, I was twenty-three! You were still a kid, and I, I just didn't know what to do anymore."

"I wasn't a kid!"

"Of course you were! You were still in school, I'd been working for five years, I couldn't live with myself feeling like that. I didn't know what to do, so I just, distanced myself. Hoped that the feelings would go away eventually, then I'd just, go back to being normal."

Your eyes scanned the ginger's face, searching for a speck of a lie, a pinch of deception but only found uncertainty, attraction and lust dusting the man's face.

"But you never stopped..."

Your breath stopped for a moment as your eyes met.

"Are you being serious?"

His breath fanned your face as both of you instinctively moved closer towards each other, more of your body exposed to the world as you came further out of the water.

"As serious as I could be Y/N."

Your breath was taken away as Bill leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours, strands of ginger hair falling to tickle your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

A breathless whisper fell from Bill's lips, prompting you to nod in assent, the man falling to capture your lips before you even finished the move.

Sparks flew in that moment, the man's lips gliding over yours as he stole your breath away. You pulled apart after a second, before your lips fell back together again, insatiable in your desire to taste each other.

Bill's tongue teased you, mouth falling open for his teeth to graze at your lower lip, making you gasp such that your lips fell open in the same way, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Taking advantage of your momentary shock, the ginger slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of you as you moaned into his lips, pressing your chest against his.

The water waded around you as Bill's left hand moved down your body, fitting snugly under your ass as he muttered a soft 'jump', which you obliged.

Your legs wrapped around the man's hips, Bill walking the two of you onto the soft grass, muttering a charm against your lips before placing you down.

Instead of feeling prickly blades of grass on your skin, a soft blanket had appeared, making you smile, pulling away from the man.

"Quite the romantic, Mr Weasley. Know how to treat a girl right don't you?"

A deep chuckle sounded from the man who hovered above you on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip at the sight of you.

"Only the best for my girl."

Your heart leapt at Bill’s words; were you his now?

Not wanting to dwell on it, to overthink this moment of passion, you pulled his lips back down onto yours.

His girl.

⚔︎

The moon hung high in the night sky as both your hands explored each other, frantic, as if it was your last day on Earth and you only had here and now to envelop yourselves in each other.

The pure animalistic need that pulsed through the two of you allowed no time for foreplay, fingers hooking into the soaking fabrics that clung to both of you.

“Can I?”

Bill fingered the waistband of your underwear, thumb brushing your hip bone with motions feather light, wildly disparate from the way his lips devoured yours hungrily.

One act designed to ruin you, the other almost afraid he’d break you.

“Yes, I need you.”

You deigned to show him just how much by hooking your own fingers into his waistband, soaked pajama pants pulled away to reveal his boxers, clinging to his muscular frame.

Bill responded by undressing you with much of the same vigour, moving to pull your underwear down to your ankles, his pants in very much the same state, gazing down at your soaked private with lust clouding his vision.

“Next time,” he breathed out onto your glistening lips, “I’ll make you cum with just my tongue.”

Your breath hitched at his words, no, his promise, of a next time as Bill made his way back up your body, peppering kisses on your exposed skin, his hard-on grinding against your leg as he moved up.

The cursebreaker’s deft hands unhooked your bra expertly, sucking in a breath as your pert nipples were revealed to him.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

Bill moved to unclothe himself fully, before you stopped his movements, his hands already pulling at the waistband around his hips.

“May, may I?”

He nodded as you sat up, eyes glazed as he studied your body, memorising the way your breasts glistened in the moonlight. He would make it his mission to mark them, to show anyone who came near you that you were no one’s, but his.

You hooked your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down to his thighs at an almost agonising pace as every part of Bill was unveiled to you, standing proudly in the light.

“Are you... a virgin?”

The man above you asked as it dawned upon him. He was really about to have the girl he’d been craving for.

“No, I’m not.”

His jaw clenched at your admission, the thought of someone else’s hands on you ticking him off, before pushing it away.

It didn’t matter. You were with him now.

He nodded, coming back down to kiss you as one hand braced him by your head, the other reaching down to pump himself slowly.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, eyes falling closed as you immerse yourself in him.

Bill’s knee nudged your thighs apart, moving himself so he was lined up against you, hand brushing his cock up and down your lips, causing both of you to shudder.

His head dipped into you, your tight heat causing him to hiss, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling before pushing himself in fully, stopping only once he’d bottomed out.

“Are y’okay?”

You bit your lower lip as Bill moved away from you to scan your face for discomfort or pain. His girth, while not quite painful was definitely bordering on pain, your walls stretching as he filled you entirely.

“Yes, just, one second.”

Your hands gripped his neck, lacing your fingers through the tresses of his hair as you adjusted around him. As the pain receded, you nodded, a silent signal for the man to move.

He carefully pulled out of you, then pushed back in slowly, hands landing by your head to brace himself, testing the waters whilst both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Faster.”

Bill obliged, moving to thrust in and out of you at increasing speeds with each movement. His hips snapped against yours at a speed that could only be described as vicious, eliciting sounds that defiled the tranquil nature you were surrounded by.

You were breathless as the man thrusted in and out of you, his movements only capable of drawing pants and whimpers from your mouth, the activity rendering you a simpleton who knew only two words - ‘Bill’ and ‘please’.

Your climax soon drew close, a coil tightening with his every sound and every move, your body notifying the man above you by the clench of your walls around him, the motion drawing him closer to his own orgasm.

“Are you close baby?”

A nod was all you managed as you threw your head back, Bill’s tip brushing against your g-spot edging you even closer to your precipice.

One of Bill’s hands moved down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves above where the two of you met, rubbing figure eights onto you, making you let out a gasp of surprise as the older man helped you move closer to your orgasm.

His movements didn’t falter as your moans grew louder, seeming instead encouraged by the promise of your climax, your moans growing loud and unabashed.

Each pant of his name made the man groan in return, moving both his fingers and his hips so ferociously that your breasts bounced with each thrust, your back sure to be red and chafed in the morning from the friction against the blanket.

But you didn’t care - the only thoughts you were capable of manifesting was how good it felt to have Bill inside you, how this was the one thing you’d ever needed to feel full, how he never stopped in his stimulation, the way his mouth felt on your nipples - sucking on the skin of your breasts, a reminder that would last of this fleeting night.

As Bill stimulated you with his cock, his fingers, his mouth, you couldn’t hold it in any longer - and you could tell Bill was reaching his breaking point as well - you let out a moan that would awaken the sleeping birds in the tree nearby, a scream of “Bill” that would leave the twins wondering why your voice was hoarse in the morning left you, legs trembling as you released around the man.

Yet he still never relented.

As you rode out your orgasm, your cunt throbbing, Bill never faltered in his actions, hips thrusting into you as he bit into your neck softly, intent on marking you for all to see as his cock twitched inside of you.

With a moan that you could only describe as sinful, yet angelic, a sound that would haunt your dreams and bless your nightmares, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, Bill came into you. Hot stripes of white liquid coating your walls while his thrusts slowed to a stop.

Getting up on trembling hands, Bill hovered above you, exiting you in a slow movement that had you whimpering at the sudden emptiness, your eyes still shut from your post-orgasmic bliss.

Lips pressed onto your forehead, as if Bill was savouring something he didn’t want to lose.

Something you didn’t want to lose either.

⚔︎

The flight back to the Burrow was silent, the two of you side by side as you flew through the wilderness of Ottery St. Catchpole.

When you landed, you looked out onto the nature around you, Bill landing almost immediately after you.

In the distance, you could see the sun readying to rise in the East, colours bleeding into the sky that had been pitch dark save for the spattered stars hours ago.

“Did you regret that?”

The man standing beside you asked after a moment of silence, not daring to meet your eyes as he appeared vulnerable, afraid, feigning an interest in the rising sun.

His muscular arm was what you were faced with as you turned towards him, his tall stature casting a shadow over you. You eyed the red marks you’d left on him, the little reminders scattered on his shoulders and back.

“No. Did you?”

The cursebreaker turned to face you, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched you, scanning your face for the umpteenth time that night.

“Of course not.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, drawing Bill’s gaze down towards them, a small smile telling you he was admiring the slowly darkening marks he’d left on you.

“Then why’d you assume I would’ve?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing on it absentmindedly as he shrugged.

“I dunno. Just assumed you wouldn’t have wanted that with an older man or somethin’, I s’just worried, s’all.”

You inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as you reached out towards the man, cupping a hand on either side of his chiseled jaw, making him look into your eyes.

“Bill, that was my decision to make. If I didn’t want to have sex with you, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s not your place to decide for me whether I wanted it.”

You leaned in to capture his lips in yours; this time deepening the kiss on your terms, slipping your tongue into his mouth and savouring his taste.

Cinnamon, with a hint of mint and tobacco.

You pulled away, tracing your lips to the sweet spot under his ear, sucking softly before turning to whisper in his ear.

“I wanted it, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you could have known.”

part two out now x

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