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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Sick Surprise pt. 11 - Wedding Planning

In which Y/N and Spencer fight over planning the wedding

Warnings: allusions to sex, fluff, angst, sadness, Derek Morgan is just the best advice giver, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Oh baby, baby. How was I supposed- to know?” Y/N whipped her head in each direction to the music that was playing. Britney Spears to be specific. All she had on was one of his button up shirts and a pair of underwear. Spencer had no room to laugh though because all he was wearing was the bright red tie that went with the shirt his fiancé was wearing and his boxers. “That something wasn’t right? Oh baby, baby, I shouldn’t let you go.”

She sang the rest of the song, twirling around. Her hips shook from side to side trying to tease Spencer. At one point she tugged up from the spot on the edge of the bed by his tie and tried to twirl him around but they ended up a pile of limbs on floor.

Y/N let out a loud laugh. “Are you seriously hard right now!?” She cackled.

The only reason she was able to be so loud was because Eloise was staying at her grandparents house for the weekend. It took everything in her to let her daughter out of her sight after the Jake situation but they convinced her by saying that they’d FaceTime every night.

Now, they laid on the floor trying to catch their breaths from laughing so hard. “You’re laying on top of me in your underwear and my shirt. Of course I’m hard.”

Y/N giggled and sat up, straddling his hips where she could really feel him. “Baby, please.” He groaned. She smirked and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

“Nope.” She hummed. “We agreed that we’d start planning today.”

Spencer chuckled and bucked his hips a little. “We can plan after. Please I need you.”

Y/N couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes and his rock hard dick underneath her. She bit her lip and ground her hips, letting a soft breath escape her lips and smiled and he groaned.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Four hours later and they still had not gotten to any of the plans. It was like he was avoiding it. Every time she brought it up he found something else to talk about.

Maybe it was too soon for him. Maybe he changed his mind about her. Maybe he didn’t want to be tied down to her and Eloisey. Maybe he realized that her parents were right and that she was a mess. Was this his way of letting her know without letting her know?

One thing Y/N did when she felt she was getting abandoned was… do the abandoning first.

They were now making dinner, freshly showered and clothed in pajamas.

Even though their day was great Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. She was stirring the sauce for the pasta and Spencer noticed her body language change when he walked up beside her.

“Can you get me the garlic powder, please?” Y/N asked quietly. Spencer did so silently and she bit her lip.

Spencer had noticed something about his fiancé. She got quiet when there was something bothering her.

“Y/N/N?” Spencer rubbed her arm with his knuckles gently. She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised slightly. “Are you okay?”

Y/N sighed heavily and looked back down. “Yep.” She answered shortly. Spencer tilted his head and bit his lip. He silently slid the strainer full of cooked penne pasta in front of her knowing that’s what she needed without her asking for it.

“Are you sure?” He asked quietly. She sighed heavily and he continued on. “B-because you seem a little quiet. And I feel like you’re angry and if you are I have no idea why. C’mon, talk to me, baby.”

Y/N stepped away from his soft touch on her arm. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit. “Wanna just call it off?” Her sentence didn’t seem like it actually came out of her mouth.

“What? Call what off?” He asked, his features contorted into confusion. He stepped back a bit.

She shut her eyes and placed her hands over her eyes. “The wedding— us— I don’t know, Spencer.” She shook her head and turned around.

He wants to leave you, Y/N. Leave him first.

Her eyes flooded with tears and her body heated up. “Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?”

She sighed again. “You don’t seem to want to marry me is all I’m saying, Spencer.” She rolled her teary eyes and turned back around to face him.

Spencer scoffed. “W- what? Of course— you don’t want to get married?”

Y/N kept her mouth shut, the tension filled silence making both of their minds go a billion miles a minute.

“So that’s a no then?” He asked quietly. She sniffled and bit her lip, still staying quiet. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.” He said, walking towards the couch where his jacket laid.

“Spencer, where are you going?” She asked, the tears finally falling as he left the kitchen.

He shrugged. “Uh… just to Derek’s for a little bit I guess.”

She nodded and crossed her arms, following behind him. “B-but you’ll be back, right?” She called as he ent for the door. She noticed that he didn’t even grab his key.

He didn’t answer her and left. The door shut and the apartment was still and silent. Her bottom lip quivered and when she felt that he was far enough away from the door, she let out a small sob and covered her face with her hands.

But Spencer was right there on the other side of the door.

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Spencer did end up going to Derek’s for a little while and even got some advice.

“Listen, pretty boy.” Derek and Spencer were drinking beer on his couch while watching some football game that was on. “It sounds like she’s not great at communication. Which means, there was a miscommunication.” He said leaning forward.

Spencer nodded. “But she said she doesn’t want to marry me.”

Derek shook his head. “Did she actually say that or did she just stand there?”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean she did actually say that but she made it pretty clear—“

“Do you love her?” The man asked.

Spencer scoffed. “Of course I do.”

“Do you love her kid like she’s yours?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Reid, go back to that damn apartment and talk to her!”

With that, Spencer sighed heavily and got up from his couch and headed back home to his Y/N.

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The door was unlocked when he got back to the apartment. He walked in and took off his jacket, placing it on the hook.

It was quiet. If Eloise was there the TV would be blasting some kiddy song and her and her mother would both be passed out on the couch.

But he didn’t see that when he walked in. Instead, he saw Y/N laying down on the couch with her legs pulled up to her chest. She was sniffling and trying to catch her breath.

“Y/N?” He whispered as he neared the couch. Her sniffles stopped and she opened her eyes. She sat up and wiped her eyes, not really believing that it was him.

“Spence, you’re back?”

He got on his knees in front of the couch. “I’m sorry I left, baby.”

She bit her lip trying to stop it from quivering. “N-no, I was—“

“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s the matter?”

She sighed and picked at her fingertips, looking down at her thighs to avoid his eyes. “I um…” She swallowed, glancing up at him before her newly dried eyes tearing back up. “I just feel like… you’ve been pushing planning the wedding off. And then my mind spiraled and I thought that maybe you don’t want to plan because you don’t want to marry me. And I thought you were gonna— gonna leave me and so I tried to hurt you first.”

Spencer took in her words, trying to understand what she was talking about as she went on one of her nervous tangents. “I— the wedding plans? Baby, I didn’t want to do it because I want everything that you want. I want you to have anything you want. All I’m worried about is getting to marry you.”

She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. “So you only didn’t want to plan because you want me to have what I want?” She repeated his statement. “Do you promise that you want to marry me?”

Spencer nodded and grabbed her chin softly to get her to look at him. “I want to marry you. And I will whenever you want me to, in whatever suit you want me to wear, in whatever building you want me to be in, trying not to stutter in front of whoever you want to invite.”

She smiled through her tears and nodded. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “I love you, Y/N almost Reid.”

She giggled and went in for another kiss but her phone rang. It was her mother. Spencer kept his hands on her knees when she answered. “Mom, what’s the matter?”

“Well… don’t freak out but uh… Eloise and I are at the hospital.”

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Yuhhhhhhh this was more sad than angsty but I’m still living for it

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

What do you think happened with Eloise?? Is she okay?

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meguemii · 4 months

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Hardly Friends.

[episode one — like you and your girls]

chapter synopsis :: all you wanted to do was spend your summer peacefully in the comfort of your room but nobara of course has other plans and makes you go to one of maki and toge’s parties.

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School had just been let out a few days ago, finally it was summer. The time of peace and freedom. No more stress about school and socializing, you were excited to finally have some me time and that’s what you had been doing the past few days. Sitting in your room watching romance anime’s and stuffing your face, it was nice and quiet… until you were getting a facetime from Nobara. “Hey girl— oh you look rough.” Okay rude, you thought to yourself. “Good afternoon to you to Bella Hadid” you said sarcastically. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Anyways, party and Maki and Toge’s tonight. You’re coming, dress cute! okay bye!” she said quickly so you didn’t have time to decline. Your phone dinged indicating you got a message, it was from Nobara giving you the details and telling you she’d be at your place to pick you up for 9. It was around 6:45 right now just giving you over 2 hours to make yourself appear human which meant actually showering and changing out of the sweatpants you had been wearing the past two days.

It was now 7:30 when you stepped out of the shower, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips, that was a much needed shower. Blow drying your hair and doing your makeup felt like such a chore but it was finally done and you were relieved all you had to do was pick out a cute outfit and have a snack. Settling on some flare jeans and a small long sleeve top, you were good to go

Walking into the kitchen you found your roommate packing drinks into a cooler. “Hey Yuu” you greeted with a smile that he reciprocated. “You going to Maki’s party?” he asked as you grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter, nodding in response. “Yeah Nobara didn’t really give me much of a chance to say no” he let out a chuckle. “Yeah Megs and I are going too.” you rolled your eyes at the mention of his name. Checking the time it was now 9:00 and as if on que you got an ‘i’m here’ message from Nobara. “Nobara’s here, catch you later Yuji?” you more so said than ask, sliding on your shoes and heading for the door. “Yep, drive safe!” he said while you walked out of your shared apartment.

Finding Nobara’s car in the parking garage and hopping in. “That’s a big improvement.” she snorted, flipping her off in response not even looking her way as you grabbed aux. She pulled out of the parking area and headed towards Maki’s place.

“Yuji said him and Fushiguro are going as well” you told her as you looked out the window watching buildings pass. “Yeah Megs said Toge invited them to go” Nobara said as she focused on the road, turning onto Maki’s road.

You guys made your way up the drive way, loud music already heard from inside the car. Getting out you noticed a certain someone’s car parked in the driveway already, smiling to yourself when you saw it.

“Y/N!” you heard your name being called by a man’s voice. “Hey Inumaki, been a few weeks!” you laughed, shouting over the loud music. “Didn’t actually expect to see you here!” Maki made her appearance, obvious she was already drinking. “Didn’t wanna come, no offense!” you said semi awkwardly realizing that came off mean. She laughed at you and told you “non taken, Toge and I gotta say hi to our guests, talk later?” she asked as she turned around walking away to make her rounds as a host.

Turning to Nobara you asked what her plans for the night were, “I’m gonna go grab a drink and find Yuji when he gets here, you gonna be okay?” she asked. “I’ll be fine, I have someone I wanna find” she smirked and cocked an eyebrow up, “Yuta’s here?” it was more of a rhetorical question and you smiled giving her the confirmation she was right. You turned around to find him, hearing a quick “have fun!” as you made your way into the crowd.

15 minutes had probably passed and you weren’t having any luck on your search, seeing a million familiar faces only one catching your eye. Megumi Fushiguro was already sat on the couch with a girl in his lap as she played with his hair, he smiled at her and laughed at whatever he was saying. Your eyes lingered for a few seconds, long enough for his eyes to meet yours but only for a second as you broke the eye contact not bothering to spare him another glance. Having a different girl at one of these things wasn’t out of character for him anyways.

Feeling a tad defeated you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, but there he was, talking to some people you didn’t know. Once he met your eyes, his lit up and a smile spread across his face “Y/N!” he said walking over to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Hi Yuta” you smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” he said as he lifted the arm that wasn’t around you to take a sip from the red solo cup he was holding. Laughing you told him that’s what Maki said too, you guys talked for a bit catching up. He stopped mid conversation as if he realized the world was about end in two seconds “Where are my manners, did you want a drink?” he asked as he ushered you over to the counter where vast amounts of alcohol were sat.

You two mingled around and drank, a lot. Finally making your way to Nobara and Yuji who were talking with Toge and Maki. You ended up talking with Toge about some stupid anime he recommended you, telling him it was shit. You were smiling and having real fun for the first time in awhile, with the help of the alcohol and you found yourself smiling but not wanting Nobara to know you were having fun.

The night progressed as you clung to Yuta, not noticing the looks someone was giving you. It was around 1:30 when you turned to the sweet boy who let you leech off of him all night. “You wanna get out of here?” he looked down at you with a smile, grabbing your hand “Thought you’d never ask” he said as he led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

You and Yuta hooked up occasionally, a friends with benefits situation. You never really had any romantic feelings for him but you did have sexual feelings for him, so it worked out nicely for the both of you.

The music was dead and everyone had cleared out as you didn’t hear any more talking anymore. You rolled off of Yuta’s chest to grab your phone. 3:12am. cursing to yourself quietly. Turning back over in the bed, “Can you drive me home?” you asked only to get a frown from him. “I’m still pretty drunk so I shouldn’t drive. I’m sorry” he apologized, “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll call Kugisaki” you said as you dialled her number, it rang a few times before a groggy voice came through the speaker.

“.. hello?” It was so obvious she had just woken up, you sighed knowing she’d say she can’t come pick you up you still asked as you had already woken her up. “Sorry if I woke you up, could you come get me?” the line went silent for a minute. “I’m too tired to be driving, I’ll send Megs, sorry bae” you thanked her and then ended the call.

Getting up to put your clothes on and wait for Megumi downstairs. You sighed as you sat on the couch with Yuta who kept you company and kept your nerves pretty minimal as he semi distracted you. It had been about 15 minutes now and you got a text from ‘Gumi :3’ and rolling your eyes while cringing at the contact name from like the 7th grade. ‘here’ is all it said. You thanked Yuta, saying your goodbyes as you exited the house.

Getting into Megumi’s car, it was dead silent, no music, no nothing. Sneaking small glances at him you noticed his hair was more dishevelled than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes, Nobara had probably woken him up instead. You felt bad for him having to pick you up as you weren’t even really friends anymore. Breaking the silence you thanked him, “Thank you Fushiguro” he mumbled a small “you’re welcome” in response.

5ish minutes had gone by and it was his turn to speak up. “So you and Okkotsu still seeing each other?” you were taken aback by his question, snapping your head towards him. His gaze focused on the road ahead with a blank expression. “You could say that I guess” you paused for a moment wondering if you should tell him it’s not like that and you guys just hookup. “Just casual hookups, like you and your girls” you made a playful jab at him making him aware that you see all of the different girls he has around him at parties. He cracked a small smile and you just barely caught it, “I see”

He finally pulled up to your apartment building, thanking him once again bidding each other a goodnight. He stayed parked until he saw you enter the building and then he pulled out and headed back to his and Nobara’s place. You stumbled up the stairs and down the hall way, fumbling with your keys as you tried to focus your vision on the doors lock. After a minute of struggling you’re in, kicking off your shoes and locking the door behind you, getting into your room and pretty much face planting into your bed without bothering to chance. Drifting off into a much needed sleep, last thoughts being about how this summer is going to be a long one.

emi’s notes. do i ever proofread? no. sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes. anyways this is my remastered version of chapter one!!

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ashisill · 10 months

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Honey, it’s alright

Summary: Josh brought you home completely wasted. Jake takes care of you, and attempts to sober you up.

Warnings: obviously alcohol use, mentions drinking and driving(it absolutely does not happen), praise, crying/emotional drunk, sweet absolutely tooth rotting Jake.

“Hi joshhhhh” you yelled as he walked into the party.

“Omg your fucking wasted. Girl we gotta go home” Josh told you as he saw the state you were in.

“Wait no I am notevendrunk joshuaaa” you slurred.

“Yes you are darling. I gotta get you home. Can you come with me please?” He asked you as he dragged your arm towards the door.

You pulled away “We going to Jakey?” You asked letting yourself fall into josh. “Jakey Jakey Jakey” you sang

“Exactly! That’s exactly where we’re going” he told you.

The car ride back was a roller coaster. It started out quite with you asking a few questions, and josh always answered them. No matter how odd they were. Then you turned the radio up, and you and josh sang your hearts out. Of course this roller coaster wouldn’t be complete without a breakdown.

“I love this song” you busted into tears.

“Oh god don’t cry” he turned the radio down. You yelled at him for it, and he was trying his hardest not to laugh about it.

“It’s .. just … so …. gooood” the tears fell from your eyes.

“Hey guess what” he said trying to distract you. You tried to guess but it was nowhere close. “We’re almost to Jake!” Which of course made you cry more.

“I miss Jakeyyy” you curled into a ball and cried.

“I can’t win” josh laughed.

You arrive back at your house. Josh had barley parked the car when you decided it would be a good idea to take off running inside. You somehow made it to the door, and Jake opened it.

“Dear god your wasted love” Jake said. “Oh fuck did you drive home? How did you get here? Are you safe?” You laughed as you fell the ground on the front porch. Josh started walking up to Jake.

“I drove don’t worry. I wasn’t even there long enough to drink I promise I am completely sober” Josh assured him.

“How much did she drink?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know I literally just walked in. She came up to me completely hammered.

“Jesus. Hey stand up okay. I gotta get you in the house baby” Jake said, and wrapped his arms around you to lift you to your feet.

“Hi Jakey” you said letting your body go limp in his arms.

“Hi sweetheart” he laughed and gave you a smile.

“I amdrunkkkkk” you slurred.

“Trust me I know” he said but your attention had been turned somewhere else.

“Where’s Josh? Where’s Josh?” You panicked.

“I am right here silly girl” josh laughed.

“Hi joshyyyy. Did you know I am drunk” you let out a belly laugh as they drugged you inside.

“No who would of guessed” josh and Jake both laughed. They laid you on the couch as you talked pure nonsense to them. Jake handed you a water and demanded you drink it all. When you did he just filled it up again. Which angered you, but when you asked him why. He said “I am trying to sober you up so you won’t feel as bad in the morning” he flashed you a soft smile that made your heart melt. It was impossible to be angry after that, so you drank the water.

“Those were such interesting stories my love, but it’s bed time now” Jake said.

“No no I can’t- I can’t I have to- I have no- shower” they looked at each other confused. “You want to take a shower? Jake asked. “Yep” was all you responded with.

“You headed home?” Jake asked Josh as he walked you to the bathroom.

“Yeah you’ve got her” josh said. You broke into tears in jakes arms.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Jake asked you brushing your hair out of your face.

“Josh don’t leave” you cried drunken tears.

“I’ve got to darling. Lover boy is waiting on me. I’ll be back in the morning” josh told you.

“No no no tell him to stay Jake” you said as Jake carried you like a baby.

“He’ll be back in the morning. We’re gonna take a shower remember?” Jake said.

“Oop yeah … okay. Bye joshhhh” you laughed throwing your head back.

“Oop yeah? Interesting dialect” josh laughed at your antics. “Goodbye darling … call me if you need anything Jake”

“Is the water to hot?” Jake asked you. You shook your head no, and he helped you into the shower. Maybe it was the shampoo that was leaking on the shelf, or maybe it was josh leaving. Perhaps it was the music that was playing. You started feeling that crash. When the high starts to wear off. Your sorta sobering up and nothing makes sense. Yeah that’s the point your at right now.

You started to whine. Which was followed by “no tears my love. Everything’s okay I promise”. You sniffed, and looked at Jake. “Good job just like that” he comforted you. You had no problem telling him how much praise meant to you. Ever since that conversation he made sure to always give you what you needed. “Your doing so good baby. Just breath”.

“I am ?” You questioned.

“Yes angel your doing amazing. I am so proud of you. Just keep breathing just like that” he washed your hair. You did as you were told, and took some deep breaths. “Give me a few more okay?” You nodded you head, and breathed in and out. “Look at that I am so proud. You’re okay I promise”. He looked you in the eyes, and saw how you were struggling to hold back the tears.

“I know nothing really makes sense right now, but I need you to understand a few things” you nodded your head to show you understood. “You’re okay, your safe, and I am right here” you nodded again. “Do you understand?” Which was followed by a nod. “Words” Jake told you.

“Yes I understand” you said softly.

“Good girl” he pulled you into a hug.

You stayed like that for a while. Skin to skin. Safe in jakes arms. You’ve always thought your inner child picked him. A sense of peace comes over you when Jake steps in. He makes your heart safe. You know he won’t break it, and that’s a feeling most people won’t feel.

Jake got you dressed and walked you to the bedroom. “What do you wanna watch?” You cuddled up on his side ignoring the question. “Any suggestions? … no …. Okay then we’re watching this”.

“Nooooo I don’t wanna watch this” you complained.

“Well you didn’t tell me what you wanted. Let’s try again what do you wanna watch?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Use your words”

“Shameless” you said. Jake wasn’t the biggest fan of shameless but he would always watch it with you. Normally getting into the episodes then you’d ask “I thought you didn’t like this show?” Followed by a giggle from you. “Its interesting okay”

As you laid your head on his tummy he brushed through your hair with his fingers. Every time he gently scraped your scalp you could feel yourself falling. “Getting tired sweetheart?” You shook your head no, although you both knew the answer.

“Y/n?” He called out. You finally drifted to sleep on jakes tummy. He picked you up gently and laid you on your pillow. You stirred around letting out a whine. “Shh shh I am here right” he pulled you into his arms.

“Get some sleep darling” he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Jake?” You asked in a whisper.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I love you” he said weakly drifting back to sleep.

“I love you too” he gave you another forehead kiss “and I always will”.

And just like that two souls intertwined with each other for a good nights rest.

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hannahssimblr · 1 month

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Not coming anymore

Jen’s text message comes in when I’ve already left the house, and I groan as I pull my phone out to see it on the screen.

Are you serious? I’ve already left the house, you have no idea wh-

I delete the message and phone her instead. She picks up after one ring.

“Jen, seriously?”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell? My mom was going out again tonight and I had to sort a babysitter for Ivy. It took me an hour, and now I've already showered and changed my clothes. I'm on the way to the beach, are you seriously telling me I have to turn back and undo everything I've just done?”

A pause, “No, you can go. I just can’t.”

“Wh-” I fling my arm up and sigh. She can’t expect me to hang out with the emos without her. What if they get peckish and start eating me?

“Michelle isn’t allowed to go, so she doesn’t want me to go either.”

“Oh I see, so Michelle just asked at the last minute. And was shocked and appalled that she’s not allowed? How stupid is that, my god, she isn’t allowed to do anything. Why would she think her parents would let her do this without advanced permission seventy-two hours in advance?”

“Hey! Stop ranting at me! It’s not my fault! I told her I was going to go out anyway and she gave out to me and now we’re mad at each other, okay?”

“She’s miserable so she needs you to be miserable too?”

“Yeah, apparently.”

I scoff, “that makes no sense.”

“Yeah well a lot of things don’t make sense in Michelle’s world.”

I sigh and turn to face the sea. The sun has only begun to set and toss colour over the clouds. It’s a nice evening, the kind that makes you guilty about staying in, and so my annoyance at Jen morphs quickly into annoyance on her behalf. “Can’t you just come anyway?”

“No, I’m too upset now.”

“Jen…”

“You should go. I already told Evan you were going to meet him there, and you could probably use the fresh air and conversation… I can’t bear to think about you stuck in your room drawing your own fucking toes on an evening like this.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll still go.”

“Good, I’ll talk to you later, and you can tell me all about what happened.”

“I’ll come over, yeah?”

“If it’s not too late.”

“Bye, Jen.”

“Yep.”

Speaking of Evan, I spot him up ahead, dashing over the grassy bank towards the path with his dirty old school bag bobbing on his back. I call out to him but he doesn’t hear me, so stuffing my phone back into my pocket I begin an easy jog toward him.

“Evan,” I do a half jump onto his shoulders and he almost dies with fright, his knees practically going from under him, and twists around combatively to realise it’s only me.

“Fuck,” he wheezes, “Fuck sake!” He yanks his earbuds out, pulsing with the tinny beats of some pop punk song , “You fucking scared me!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I need to stop doing that, it’s just a habit.”

“Yeah, God.” He combs fingers through his floppy fringe and sets it in place in a gesture, habitual and a bit compulsive, that he repeats constantly.

I fall into step with him once he has gathered himself and I smirk, “Why are you so jumpy, Evan?”

“I dunno.”

“What do you think I’m going to do to you?”

“Nothing, I just… This is how I am. I don’t like it when people sneak up on me, it makes me nervous.”

“C’mon, it’s either that you’re afraid of getting beaten up or you’re afraid of getting caught doing something you shouldn’t, that’s what I think.”

“Wow, aren’t you full of theories?”

I laugh, “And related to all this, what’s in your locker, Evan? What are you always guarding it for?”

The corner of his mouth ticks up as he glances at me, “My locker? Do you really want to know?”

It's not like I care that much, because honestly, how exciting can it really be? It's the locker of a seventeen year old boy, so it probably contains a mouldy lunchbox and the crumpled remains of last month's chemistry assignment, but Evan seems pleased that I've asked him about it. I feign interest for his sake.

“Well, yeah, of course I do.”

He swings his bag off his back and fumbles through the front pocket. It’s got a huge ink stain on it and the zip has broken, so it’s just hanging wide open, “I’m showing you because I know you probably won’t tell anyone, you know, seeing as you don’t really have friends anymore.”

“Harsh,” I say, but not untrue. Even since the cowards from rugby took Fitzy’s side in our tussle over Alison’s nudes my lunchtime calendar has looked a lot emptier than it used to. Where there used to be banter at the picnic benches there is now... decidedly nothing at all, save, maybe, for a few unimpressed glances my way, an accidental or not-so-accidental shove against my shoulder in the hallway. Maybe my absorption in art is related to this somehow, but I haven’t been in the headspace to psychoanalyse myself that much lately. My mind is so full of values, tone, shape, and line quality that it has (blissfully) no room for other, less interesting things...

But, as it appears, this is interesting.

Evan pulls out a bag of pills, about twenty, all blue with little batman symbols on them, then digs his hand back in for another, this time filled with green buds.

I look at him and say simply, “You’re a drug dealer.”

“Yeah, man.”

“That makes sense.”

“Yeah, I've been at it a while now, I think I have a pretty good business going with it and all... So if you’re ever looking for something, you know…”

“You sell to Alison.”

“Uh huh,” He stuffs the baggies back into the front pocket after a rather over the top glance around him, like he thinks this empty street is suddenly going to burst to life with guards and sirens coming to hunt him down, throw him in handcuffs with a boot against the back of his neck and toss him in Mountjoy prison, like there are no criminals wanted more in Dublin city than Evan Henley and his fifty bag of weed. “She comes to me from time to time, not lately though.”

“Yeah,” I cough out a laugh, “I took your molly a few months ago. It was shit.”

He shrugs, “I get what I can get, not my fault.”

“Hm.”

“You could go to someone else, you know, but there actually isn't anyone else in our school, is there? I have a monopoly.”

“Fair.”

“You won’t like, tell Michelle or anything though, will you?”

I stare at him incredulously, “Michelle doesn’t know?”

“No, she hates all this stuff, like, she’s really strict about all drugs and shit and I just know she'll blow up at me and start shouting and roaring if she knew about it. I’d just rather not deal with it.”

I pause to consider this. It probably isn’t any real harm keeping this from her, is it? It’s not like she needs to know, and realistically if she did she would only freak out and and tell Jen, and then if Jen knew that someone close to her was in possession of any of this stuff she might-

“Yeah, no worries, I won’t tell her.”

He pats my shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie, so I guess we're real buddies now, “Ah, thanks Jude. Had a feeling I could trust you with this stuff.”

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Tales From Underneath The Wisteria Tree

Chapter Five - Dragon’s Breath

Philza woke up first. He was laying on top of Missa’s chest. He didn’t know what he expected sharing a bed but he tried to quickly pull himself away from Missa. Shit. He fell off the bed. Of fucking course he did.

“Philza?” “Yeah?” “What happened?” Philza sat up and saw Missa rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Every new side of Missa he saw just made him fall harder. Oh the stars really were tempting him. Every fae instinct was telling him to take Missa back to fairyland this moment. No. He couldn’t. Not only did he make a promise to his clan but Missa also deserved a choice. A choice. If Missa didn’t want to be bonded to Phil then he would remove their bond in an instant. Anything for Missa. Even if it hurt him, he would do anything for his husband with the Wisteria colored eyes.

Phil was on the floor when Missa woke up. Staring at him. “What happened?” “… fell off the bed.” Missa giggled. “That must have been a fun way to wake up.” “Rude.” Phil stood up. “Well I’m going to shower then.” Missa got up and grabbed his spare set of clothes and headed into the bathroom. When Missa turned on the water he noticed a singular black feather. He tucked it into his pocket and stepped into the shower.

Philza packed up their bags and made sure that everything was set so that they could leave when Missa finished showering.

That feather was weird. Missa doubted that a bird would just fly into their bathroom. It was also a rather large feather. He kept it in the pocket he initially left it in and left the bathroom. “All ready?” “Yep!” “We should get going as soon as possible, they hunt at night and we don’t want to be there when they’re hunting.” Missa sighed. He was having second thoughts about trying to get dragon scales once he read that the caverns of the night were basically dragon nests. Besides, wouldn't it be easier to convince some pixies? Missa knew that it wouldn’t be easier but he tried to rationalize it. Missa left the room in silence, slowly making his way out of the village as Philza tried to start a conversation.

“Are you ok?” Missa was not. “You’ve barely said anything since we left. I’ve tried to respect that but we’re about to face a dragon. We need to be on the same page here Wisteria.” “I don’t want to hurt the dragon.” Phil looked confused. “They’re beasts, even by fae standards.” “They’re trying to protect their young. And we’re marching in here trying to steal their scales. Which is essentially their armor.” “Yeah but—“ “I’m not going to hurt it. We are going into its home. Trying to take their things. When all they want is to make sure their kids are safe.”

Missa didn’t understand that this plan was going to get them killed. Or at least Missa killed. Missa might be bonded to Philza but he needed to accept the bond to truly be immortal in the same way Philza was. But Philza went along with it. They would go into the cavern with no weapons and try to talk to the dragon.

Missa hated this. Everything in his gut was telling him to run the second he smelled sulfur. “For Chayanne…” he whispered to himself. He entered the cave. Philza was slowly following him, double checking that there was an escape route if needed.

“Hello dragon, we don’t want to cause you any harm!” Missa yelled. His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls. Screeching echoed back. “This isn’t a good idea.” Phil hissed. “I’m not hurting it.”

“Hello mortals.” A figure said from above them. Phil scoffed. “No way you’re going to float up there showing off your wings and just taunt us.” Missa clamped a hand over his mouth. “I apologize for him. He left his manners back at home.” “Typical of his kind.” The dragon(?) glided down to them. She stood towering over the two of them. Over eight feet tall. “My name is Serafina. What are you doing in my cavern?” “I wanted to ask you if you’d be willing to spare us some of your scales.” She raised a singular eyebrow. Screeching came from deep in the cave. “I will be back human. Let me go check on my young.”

“How the hell have we not been burnt to ashes yet?” “I don’t know, maybe Dragons are nicer than everyone thinks.” “Even the fae don’t trust dragons. She wants something.” “And I’ll trade it with her. I need to get back to my son.” Phil looked at the floor. “Fine.”

“I apologize for that. My younglings think that it’s feeding time.” Serafina appeared in front of them. “Would you like to see them? They really are quite sweet.” “Of course!” Missa followed Serafina, Philza was anxiously tugging at his sleeve. “This wasn’t part of the plan Wisteria.” “She wants us to see her kids, this is amazing!” “No this isn’t, dragon younglings are vicious. Mature dragons are cunning and manipulative. Younglings want nothing but blood.” “You worry too much!”

Something was wrong with Missa. He was being lured into the cave too easily. “These are my young.” Serafina’s eyes sharpened and she slowly transformed into something much, much larger. Shit. They were dead. “How wonderful! They look just like their mother!” “Oh foolish faeling didn’t you warn your beloved not to mess with dragons?” Missa turned to Phil, his normal purple eyes were bloodshot and they were turning a shade of black. “Leave him alone!” Phil shouted. “He’s mine now. Sever the bond.” “I won’t do that.” Phil quickly turned to his bag and pulled a dagger he kept just in case Missa’s plan failed. Which it did. “I will kill you both.” “You can’t kill fae!” “I can’t. But the venom of my younglings can.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “Break the bond. I will spare you.” “Missa. Look at me.” Black eyes stared at Phil. “You won’t remember this after the venom wears off.” He took off his cloak and pulled Missa into his arms. He flapped his feathered wings and prayed to the stars that he would be fast enough to get them out of there.

“Get them younglings!” A stampede of tiny feet rang through the cave. They were nearly out. Nearly. He could see the sunlight. Just a little further— Flames hit his wings. No. No. No. He fell from the sky, trying to use whatever he could to get Missa into the sunlight. Eventually, he muttered a spell under his breath.

Ash was in his lungs. What the hell happened?

Flying.

Phil’s wings.

Phil had wings?

He was hurt in the dragon's cave. And Missa didn’t know how to save him.

He snuck into the cave again. It was sundown. Serafina would leave her den to hunt and Missa could get Philza out. He held his breath as hot sulfuric breath filled the cave. “Your beloved is still out there.” “He’s safe, do whatever the hell you want to me.” “He won’t make it to the village before nightfall.” “There are other ways to avoid being detected by a dragon.” A screech came from the left of the voices. “You want human meat younglings? Let's go find the feathered one’s beloved.” Footsteps pounded against the cave floor as beating wings launched little dragons into the air.

“Philza?” Missa hissed. He quickly hid behind a different boulder. “Missa?” Missa ran towards the voice. “Get out of here.” Missa looked at Phil. He was held to a wall with golden chains. They looked like melted-down coins. Acid dripped from the chains, whenever they hit Philza’s skin he winced.

“I’ll get you out.” “She’s looking for you Missa, get out.” “No. I made a mistake. You advised me against it. I’m not letting you die because I messed up.” He tugged at the first gold chain binding his feet together. “I have a dagger, it’s up at the top of her hoard of gold.” Missa spotted the deep gray of the blade. “I’ll be right back.” He slowly climbed, hoping that the stacks of gold coins wouldn’t slide out from underneath him. He grabbed the dagger and his hand caught on a small emerald. He slid down the pile of gold. Which, ow, that hurt like hell. He tucked the emerald in his pocket. Maybe he could use it as a bribe if Serafina came back earlier than expected. “Target the areas where it’s welded together.” Missa looked and quickly struck at different points where the gold seemed its weakest. The chains broke off his feet. He did the same thing for Phils arms. He had to be careful with the acid which caused him to be a bit slower than before.

“Do you have any of the strawberries?” “Like from yesterday?” “Yeah.” “They should be in your bag.” “I left that at the entrance with yours. Shit. We have to get back to the entrance without her noticing.” “Your wings…” Missa murmured, finally noticing them. “Missa focus, I’ll explain later. We need to get out.” “Right, sorry. Can you fly?” “They need rest and to be cleaned. All the ash is going to mess up my flight.” “Ok so we walk.” Missa grabbed Phil’s hand and quickly retraced his steps from before.

“Where is that silly human? He couldn’t have gotten far!” A voice boomed. “The bags are right there but she can see us if we try to grab them.” “I’ll go, she won’t expect me to escape.” Phil whispered before rushing to the bags. He pulled out the strawberries and threw the small fruits as far as he could He then grabbed the bags and ran back towards Missa. “How the hell did she not notice you?” “She’s looking for you, not me, her senses are distracted.“ “We’re fine now,” Phil said, walking out from behind the rocks. “What the hell?” Missa followed him, very nervous of the huge dragon looming over them. Sniffing furiously at the direction of where Phil threw the strawberries “Weird dragon thing I learned, they love strawberries. It overwhelms their senses and they instantly chase after it.” The tiny dragons and Serafina all were heading away from them. Towards the strawberries.

“Run,” Phil whispered and the two of them ran as fast as they could out of the area. When Philza decided they were far enough away from the dragon they stopped to catch their breath.

“You saved me.” “I wasn’t going to leave you there.” “You should have.” “You saved my life first, I was going to return the favor, bird boy. Now mind explaining to me that you have wings?”

Ah, shit. Missa wasn’t meant to remember that. But the dragon must have affected him a little differently. At least he didn’t seem to remember the dragon calling him a fae. “I was given them by a fae when I was little.” Not technically a lie. He was gifted them by a fae, but it wasn’t exactly as simple as it seemed. “And you didn’t tell me?” Missa seemed hurt. “Most people take one look at them and decide I’m evil and they should kill me. Or they see them and decide that they want to use my feathers for some reason or other.” “Huh. I guess that makes sense why you would hide them then.” “I had to protect you. I’d rather you know about them than let you suffer.”

Missa felt his heart soften. How could anyone see these beautiful wings and think of Phil as evil or as a material object? He was an angel. “They’re really pretty.” Phil’s face turned red. “Tha- thank you.” “They look so soft.” “They typically are when they aren’t filled with ash.” He tried to shake out the wings and a small amount of ash flew into the air. “Can I touch them?” Missa asked. “Oh uh, go ahead.” Missa tentatively touched the feathers and instantly face-planted into the fluff.

Phil was wishing he could just die. Why the hell were fae immortal, Missa was nuzzling into his wings.

“Soft.” “They’re filled with ash, you probably shouldn’t be breathing that in.” Missa pulled away from the wings and saw that Phil’s face was neon red. “They need to be cleaned.” “There should be a lake nearby, I think we passed one on our way here from the village.” “We don’t need to do that.” “They’re clearly making you uncomfortable.” Phil was silent. “C'mon.” Missa led the way to a small lake a few minutes away.

“I’ll wash them. Can you set up camp?” “Yeah…” Missa wanted to help. He felt bad that Phil’s wings were damaged because of him. But Phil clearly wanted privacy as he headed to the section of the lake with the most trees.

So Missa laid the bedrolls out, attempted to start a fire (it failed, Missa was terrible at starting fires), and laid down to read the entry on Pixies.

Pixies Mischievous. Cannot fly without pixie dust. Overall just annoying. Their pixie dust however is very valuable. Enough of it can summon a pixie and if you have enough skill it will be indebted to you. (do not recommend, when indebted they will do anything in their power to try to make you agree that their debt has been paid (ie. annoying you)) Often a pixie will grant you one wish if you can summon it. (This is often up to the type of pixie you summon though most will twist your words. Much like their fae cousins.) Pixie dust comes in a variety of colors. Colors depend on the type of pixie. Pink - The peaceful pixies. Often considered the least powerful pixie but they are rarely hostile. Red - Blood Pixies. Rageful. Will bite you for the fun of it. (Pixie bites sting) Orange - Rare. Thought to be extinct. Yellow/Gold - standard pixies, the most common Green - Hard to find, grow plants with this color of Pixie dust. These pixies are very very devoted to their plants. Often mistaken for a small dryad. Blue - Water pixies. Can ride kelpies without a saddle. If you see a lone kelpie a water pixie is probably nearby. Purple - Unknown Silver - Unknown Black - DO NOT SUMMON (evil pixies, however these pixies can control aspects of death; only valuable for immortality)

Evil pixies are by far the most dangerous. They can kill you for summoning them. Most won’t but they will kill if they find that you summoned them for what they deem to be an unimportant reason.

That wasn’t great. Missa was trying to avoid death and now he had to essentially look death in its eyes as a small sprite.

Phil came back to the small camp and shook out the water from his wings. “Ash is all gone?” “Should be.” “They’re still soaking wet, you’re going to get hypothermia. Come here” Missa reached into his bag and grabbed his last set of clean clothes. “You aren’t going—“ “They’re the best I’ve got. You need something to dry your wings with.” Phil sighed and sat down next to Missa. The cloth brushed up against the feathers and Phil instantly pulled away. “Sorry. They need to get dry.” “I know.” Phil let Missa slowly dry his wings. The muscles hurt. He could probably fly again in a few weeks but until then he was bound to the earth.

“Is that better?” “Yeah.” Missa leaned into the soft feathers. They had somehow gotten softer after Phil cleaned them. “I doubt we’re going to be able to get the dragon scales without killing a dragon.” Right. Their quest. That’s what Missa should be focusing on. Not how soft Phil’s wings were.

“Oh um— I was thinking we would try to summon a pixie.” “Ok. I know you’re being a secretive about why you need this stuff but I need to know what you need it for. You know about my wings. I’m not going to put us in danger for something that I have no idea what we’re even trying to get.” Phil had a point. Despite his brain yelling at him to just keep a secret for once in his life he whispered “I need them for immortality.” Phil whipped around, Missa no longer having the soft wings to hide his face in. “Immortality? Are you crazy?” “I don’t want it for myself! The king wants to be immortal.” “He sent you on a quest for immortality and you accepted it, knowing it would mean certain death.” “Better to let my son live!” Phil was quiet. “You can leave if you want, I’m sorry for roping you into this mess.” “What do you mean? I’m helping you.” “I put your life at risk. You still want to stay, knowing things are only going to get worse from here?” “Yes.” No hesitation. “Dragon scales were for a potion, right?” “Yeah, I thought it would be easier to brew a potion than try and find a pixie.” “It definitely would be but we just pissed off a mama dragon and her young. No way she hasn’t told all her dragon friends.” “Yeah…” “So pixies—“ Missa noticed Phil’s eyes wandered down to the book. “Ah you already read about them.” “I did.” “So you know we have to summon a pixie with black pixie dust.” Missa nodded and Phil sighed at the reaction. “Well we have to go back east, when we get to the village I think we should take the southeast trail. Pixies enjoy the warmth so the warmer climates will have a greater amount of pixie dust.” “Ok.” “The sun should be rising in a few hours. You should sleep while you can.” “What about you?” “We’re still technically in dragon territory. I’m going to make sure we don’t get killed.” “Oh.” “Just go to sleep, there's only a few more hours left of night. When the sun rises I’ll wake you up and we can head back to the village. I think we might need new clothes.” Missa looked at his cloak. It was burnt and frayed. “Yeah that might be a good idea.” Philza took his cloak, which was also burnt, and gave it to Missa. “Use it to stay warm, I don’t have the energy to make a fire.” “Goodnight Cuervo.” “Night Wisteria.” Missa laid down and even as he slowly drifted off he could hear the faint ruffling of the leaves that were being blown by the wind.

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First Day of Spring

Title: First Day of Spring

Word Count: 2,012

Summary: It’s the first day of spring, which means allergy season for Jungkook, and Taehyung is 100% prepared. A short TaeKook (platonic) roommates AU. Allergic Jungkook chosen by this poll :)

Sickie: Jungkook (snz/allergies)

Caretaker: Taehyung

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Taehyung wakes with a jolt. It takes him a moment to get his bearings, and when he does he realizes it’s sometime in the morning. Shit, is he late for–?

Bzzz. Bzzz.

“Ah!” Taehyung startles at the loud sound next to his ear. He jerks away, belatedly realizes it’s just his phone vibrating, and presses a hand to his chest, heart thumping wildly.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

“Okay, okay.” Taehyung groans loudly. He doesn’t remember setting his phone to vibrate. It’s not his usual alarm, and he quickly grabs his phone from his nightstand, anxious that he’s somehow slept through his first alarm by accident and maybe the buzzing isn’t his alarm, but instead a phone call telling him that he’s late for work–

Bzzz. Bz–

Taehyung taps the screen until the alarm stops. Squinting at the screen, he sees that it’s a Saturday morning, which means no work. The alarm, which he had only silenced, not turned off, notifies him in bold letters: FIRST DAY OF SPRING - JUNGKOOKIE

First day of spring– Jungkookie?

He slumps back against his pillows and stares at his phone. Why does he have an alarm telling him it’s the first day of spring, and why did he put Jungkook’s name next to it? He doesn’t remember setting this alarm at any point, and he certainly doesn’t know the correlation between spring and Jungkook–

Oh.

Spring. The first day of spring.

Taehyung bolts upright. He totally forgot to go to the store. Shit.

He jumps out of bed and pulls on the nearest clothes he can reach, not caring what he looks like. He’s just going to the corner store and it’s a Saturday morning. He slips out of the apartment as quietly as he can, aware that Jungkook is probably still asleep, and even though he’s still half-asleep he makes it to the store and back in less than fifteen minutes.

When he returns, several plastic bags of supplies in hand, Jungkook is just getting out of the shower.

“Taehyung?” He calls out, appearing in the living room a moment later with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s rubbing his knuckles under his nose and when he spots Taehyung, he pauses, blinking in surprise. “Oh. Why are you up so early?”

Taehyung sets his items down on the coffee table and starts to unpack everything. “I brought you some stuff,” he explains, lining up things in a row in front of him– there are several boxes of tissues, various boxes of allergy pills, nasal spray, a humidifier and a pack of nose filters which, Taehyung was surprised to read as he stood in the aisle at the store, go up your nostrils to help filter out allergens when you breathe through your nose.

“You brought…this is for me?” Jungkook asks, rubbing at his nose again.

Scanning his work proudly, Taehyung nods. “Yep!”

Jungkook takes a step closer. “Thanks? But, uh, why?”

“For your allergies, of course!”

“For my…allergies?”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. Did Jungkook really forget he has allergies? “It’s the first day of spring today,” he tells Jungkook, who makes a noise that sounds like a snort.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks?”Jungkook bites his lip, holding back a smile, and Taehyung frowns.

“How come it seems like you’re laughing at me? Did I buy the wrong stuff for allergies? I can go back to the store!” He starts gathering everything up and putting it back into the bags.

“Well…” Jungkook hesitates for a moment before he continues, trying to straighten his expression into something neutral. He scratches the back of his head. “Thank you, Tae. I really appreciate all of this,” he says, gesturing at the bags. “But, for starters, those tissues are scented. They’ll make me sneeze.”

Taehyung rifles through the bag and pulls the scented-tissues back out, tucking them under his arms. His face heats up in embarrassment. “Sorry, I’ll take those back. There are regular tissues in there too.”

Jungkook smiles. “Uh, and that nasal spray you bought will absolutely make me sneeze my head off,” he says, shuddering afterward at the thought.

Taehyung removes the nasal spray as well.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook continues. “I have allergy meds I already take.” He points at the various boxes Taehyung bought. “These are all kinda useless for me. But I’ve been taking mine all week so I should be good.”

Taehyung frowns in confusion. “All week? But today is the first day of spring?” He tries to rack his brain for a time this week when Jungkook would have been taking medicine, but he can’t recall seeing him do it.

Jungkook can’t help it. He cracks up laughing, pressing a hand against his mouth, his entire face scrunching with mirth. “Taehyungie,” he gets out in between giggles. “Did you think my allergies start exactly on the first day of spring?” He drops his hand and looks at Taehyung, whose face is beet red. “Did you not hear me sneezing non stop in the shower every single morning this week?”

Taehyung’s mouth drops open. “What?” He squints at Jungkook in disbelief, but then his brain supplies him with plenty of memories of the past year when Jungkook has had a sneezing fit in the shower. Sure, it’s happened a lot, but in the past week? He can’t recall hearing anything, except…

“This morning I was at the store,” he realizes. “And the other mornings, I was asleep while you were in the shower.” He drags a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice!”

Jungkook laughs softly, and then sniffles audibly. Taehyung looks over at Jungkook, taking in his appearance. He’s still only wearing his towel, fresh out of his shower, and his hair is damp. His eyes are red and his nose is pink, and as Taehyung watches Jungkook brings a hand up to his face to rub at his nose. When he drops his hand, he scrunches up his face in irritation, nose twitching and even more pink, almost comically so.

“How did I not notice?” Taehyung wonders. “Oh, Jungkookie. You look so itchy!”

Rubbing his nose again, Jungkook nods, then holds up a finger, signaling for Taehyung to wait. He sniffles again before pressing his nose into the crook of his elbow and sneezing an alarming eleven times in a row, quick small little itchy sneezes that leave Taehyung gaping at him by the time he’s done.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung murmurs with a mixture of awe and concern.

Jungkook sniffles and scrubs so hard at his nose it turns even more pink.

“See?” He asks with a sardonic laugh. He gestures at his own face. “I’ve been like this all week. Probably for the past two weeks, actually.”

“Two weeks?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “And this is you after you’ve already taken your allergy pills?”

Jungkook nods and scrubs a finger under his nose. “Yep. But I’ll be good in about thirty minutes or so.” He sees Taehyung’s horrified expression and shakes his head. “I’m fine, though, Tae. I’m just sneezy.” He sighs, offering Taehyung a smile. “I promise I’m okay. I’m gonna go get dressed. Be right back.”

After he leaves, Taehyung sits on the couch and considers all of the stuff on the table in front of him. Why did he spend so much money? The answer comes quickly– it’s because he cares about Jungkook, of course, and he’d do anything for the younger man– but still, he feels a bit foolish now that he’s sitting here facing all of his unnecessary purchases.

He starts gathering the stuff up. He can store the scented tissues in his own room, somewhere Jungkook hopefully won’t accidentally use them. They’ll come in handy when he gets his annual autumn cold. He considers the nasal spray next. He’s never used a nasal spray in his life, and he wonders if it works for colds as well as allergies. He imagines spraying something up his nose and shudders, suddenly understanding Jungkook’s very same reaction. The nasal spray can be thrown out, then, because there’s no way he’s going to try to return it at the store.

A few minutes later, Jungkook comes back out and offers to make breakfast.

“You hungry?” He asks, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make us some eggs.”

Taehyung nods and follows him. He sits at the counter, watching Jungkook pull out a frying pan. “I feel like a fool,” he says, resting his head in his hands. “I set an alarm for the first day of spring and everything.”

Jungkook chuckles and pulls the eggs out of the refrigerator. “Well, you might want to set an alarm for the first day of fall. That’s sometimes even worse for me, allergy-wise.”

“It gets worse?” Taehyung asks. “Damn, Jungkookie. I’m sorry, that has to suck.”

Jungkook shrugs as he cracks eggs into the pan. “I’m pretty used to it.” He grabs the salt and pepper shakers and glances over at Taehyung. “It’s kind of cute, you know.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen. “What?”

“You’re so worried about me.”

“I’m not worried about you,” Taehyung mumbles defensively, feeling slightly embarrassed again.

“My Taehyungie wanted to take care of me,” Jungkook smirks. “That’s so sweet.” He turns back to breakfast, adding spices to the eggs one handed while he digs around in the drawer next to the stove for a spatula. “It’s– shit.” He sniffs hard, straightening up with a sharp inhale. “This pepper is gonna set me off–”

Just as he says it, Jungkook cups a hand over his mouth and nose and explodes with a few harsh sneezes, one right after the other, so fast that he doesn’t even get a breath in between.

“Oh, shit,” Taehyung frowns. He stands and makes his way around the counter. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer– he can’t, with the way his breath is hitching, mouth open and eyelashes fluttering rapidly as his body prepares for more sneezing. Taehyung watches in concern as he twists to the side, coughing a few times before he sneezes again, the powerful expulsions throwing his upper body forward each time.

When he turns back, his eyes are watering like he’s crying and his nose is visibly twitching. Taehyung hovers helplessly, unsure of what to do.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook assures him, sensing his concern. “I’m–” He breaks off with another couple of forceful sneezes. “Shit. I’m okay.” He cups a hand over his mouth and nose again and sneezes once more, a loud sound that sounds halfway like a cough.

“Do you need anything?” Taehyung reaches out and rubs his hand up and down Jungkook’s upper arm. “What can I do?”

“Can you please grab me some tissues?” Jungkook asks, hand still shielding his face.

Taehyung rushes out of the kitchen and returns with an already opened box of tissues. “These are the regular kind,” he assures Jungkook before plucking a few out of the box.

Jungkook takes the tissues from him and lets out a couple of irritated coughs before he removes his hand. Up close, Taehyung can see even more prominently the redness around the rims of Jungkook’s nostrils and the slight puffiness around his watering eyes. He leaves Jungkook to clean himself up with the tissues and goes into the bathroom to grab a washcloth, which he wets with cool water before bringing it out to the kitchen.

“Here,” he says, walking up to Jungkook and cupping the side of his face. He lifts the cloth, dabbing it carefully under Jungkook’s puffy and red eyes, catching the irritated tears that are still trickling down his cheeks. He moves down to the sides of his nose next, and then to the underside of his nostrils, hoping the cool, wet cloth will help with the irritation there and not make it worse.

Jungkook sniffles a little and smiles. “Thank you, Taehyungie.” And then, he abruptly twists to the side with a sneeze so loud it makes Taehyung’s ears ring.

Taehyung ruffles his hair and grins. “Wow, so sneezy. What am I gonna do with you, Jungkookie?”

#bts sickfic #bts snz #sick jungkook #jungkook snz #caretaker taehyung #allergy fic #allergic jungkook #bts hurt/comfort #bts au

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| When Girls Telephone Boys ||

Fratt x female reader

Tags/warnings: E 18+ some phone fun while your two favourite guys are working away. Oral (m rec), Bukkake 😁

When he answers your call, hearing Frank's voice always fills you with a warm contentment.

"Hey sweetheart, everythin' alright?"

You smile widens, forever grateful that he always checks in on you.

"Yeah I'm doing fine, just really missing you both. What're you up to?" You ask, the probing, not-so-innocent curiosity dripping from your tone.

"Ah, nothin' much. At a motel for the night, just out the shower."

It's as if he does it on purpose, you're unable to stop your mind conjuring up the image of Frank wet and naked.

"Are you together?"

Matt's laying on the bed in just sweatpants. His fingers twitch when he hears your question over the receiver.

"Yeah." comes Frank's short reply.

"Good. Put me on speaker?"

Frank snorts out a little laugh. "Sure thing darlin'."

"Hi Matty." You call out to him.

The corners of Matt's lips pull up when he detects the layer of mischief there even within your simple greeting.

"Hi sweetie, what can we do for you?"

You hum with a little sense of satisfaction, knowing this was heading in exactly the direction you had hoped. "Just wanted to help you and Frankie relax after your hard night. That's all."

"Mm I see. Well yeah, that would be nice. We miss you honey, wish you were here."

"Oh I know." You pause for a few seconds.

Matt reaches out from the edge of the bed hooking his fingers in the rolled edge of the towel that Frank has wrapped low around his hips and pulls him in between his spread legs, the towel loosening and falling down to puddle on the floor. The taut skin of his stomach is still glistening with droplets of water that gather on Matt's fingers as he trails them down.

"So is he naked?"

You hum, considering the almost endless possibilities.

"Yep."

"On your knees for me Matty."

"Of course."

Frank's eyebrow quirks up and a slow smile spreads across his lips as Matt quickly gets up, switches places with him and sinks down to the floor like he was just waiting for the excuse. Frank places the phone down on the edge of the bed.

His hand cups Matt's jaw and he nuzzles into it. "He always looks so good on his knees, don't he, baby?" Frank notes. His cock bobs before him, the evidence of anticipation there in a perfect clear bead of precum leaking from his slit.

"Go on Matt, I want to hear him make all those pretty noises I like."

Matt wets his lips.

Frank groans in response and closes his eyes as Matt's tongue languidly laps over him, tasting him as he takes him into the soft, wet warmth of his talented mouth.

"Mhnh, shit…"

"You doing okay there, Frank?" You ask, a smile in your voice.

Matt kisses at his shaft, runs his tongue all the way along the prominent vein on the underside, swirling his tongue around his head as he curls his fingers around the base of him and starts jerking him off.

Frank responds with a chuckle that turns into a long, low groan as Matt takes one of his balls into his mouth and sucks.

"Fuck me devil-boy, you know every god damn thing I like, don't ya?"

Matt gives him a quick grin as he pulls off, before sealing his lips back around the swollen head of Frank's thick cock again and sucking him with fervour. He can hear the thumping beat of Frank's pulse loud in his ears and it goads him on.

Frank knows he's not gonna last long if Matt keeps this shit up, he feels too good, looks too fuckin' good. You can hear the strain in his voice as he tells you he's close and asks what you want him to do.

"Paint me a pretty picture, Frankie."

Frank groans, quickly pulling his dick out of Matt's mouth and wrapping his own fist around it, jacking himself off.

"Close your eyes sweetheart," he says, and Matt obeys, tilting his face up towards him and shutting his eyelids just in time.

"Hnngh- oh fuck, fuck!" Frank gasps as he comes, striping thick white lines of his release over Matt's face. It's dripping down the side of his nose, over his parted lips, and down his chin onto his chest which rises and falls with his own clipped breathy moans as he spills over his own fist.

Frank laughs breathlessly as he comes down. "Stay there." He tells Matt, and you hear the rustling as he picks the phone up from the bed, then the electronic 'click' of the camera app.

"Alright, there ya go."

A few moments later your own phone dings with a notification, and you open the picture Frank had sent you. Matt looks gorgeous. A completely fucked out mess, but so pleased with himself. His hair's thoroughly disheveled, some strands hanging over his forehead, cheeks flushed and red, and tongue caught mid-swipe licking over his lips as Frank had snapped him.

"Oh you boys, now I'm never gonna be able to sleep tonight! Thank you for that."

Frank squeezes the last few drops of come from the end of his cock, flicking them right on Matt's waiting tongue.

"Mmm. You're welcome sweetie," Matt calls, "can't wait till we're back home."

Tags (please let me know if you want added or removed, I will probably make a fratt taglist!): @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdockspainkink @marvelswh0re @munsonownsmyass @briefcasejuice @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @imperfxctly-me @murnsondock @stupidthoughtsinwriting @m0nster-fvcker @creatingjana @echos-muses @lazyxsquirrel

@divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @chvoswxtch

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#fratt x female reader #matt murdock x frank castle x reader #fratt smut #fratt fanfiction #matt murdock x frank castle #matt murdock smut #frank castle smut

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transingthoseformers · 8 months

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Bets on the identity of Star Saber's sire are widely split with the top contenders being: Skyfire & Optimus Prime.

Most of the Decepticons are fully aware of Starscream's former "friend" and his reaction in the months immediately following Skyfire becoming an Autobot. Everyone saw when they finally confronted each other and it somehow turned into a dragout shouting match that Skyfire returned with small snippy comments and drunk Starscream running around base having a shouting match with Skyfire over the official Decepticon frequency while Megatron stumbled after trying to get him to hang up. They were arguing over Starscream's thesis because the two of them agreed in most things but were constantly writing rebuttals against each other.

Optimus meanwhile is voted "Starscream's type" and most likely to "go for it" given his taste. Megatron is the main backer of this theory and firmly convinced Elita-1 and Starscream have a lot of similarity qualities which is really revealing a lot more about his taste than Optimus's. But a few others are on this bandwagon because the "amnesia thing" that nobody talks about did happen and Starscream and Optimus became close and Optimus sometimes still throws him disappointed doe eyes.

There are arguments pets and a lot of side eying on the battlefield.

They are, of course, all very wrong. Which the Sire, who is quietly freaking out once he gets the news and promptly sneaks into the Victory via the vents confirms when Starscream post reveal to the Autobots who've been trying desperately to figure out why the Decepticons have "lost their collective shit". Bumblebee dusty and freaking out having not slept since he found out is then introduced to Star Saber by Starscream who retrieves the napping baby from his cockpit but doesn't let Bee touch him until he's washed off. Slightly hysterical Bumblebee showers off and spends the next few hours cuddling his baby while finding all sorts of neat coding he didn't know existed while Starscream lounges satisfied and naps stress finally leaving him because he has been on edge for months.

Bumblebee decides then and there that clearly this means he has to end the war.

Yep yep, of course of course.

Makes sense they'd blame Skyfire, yes yes they were rather close, after all...

Lol nice to see they'd blame Optimus just like I originally did, at this point when someone's knocked up and the sire is a "mystery" I'm starting to blame Optimus first (if, of course, he was not the one sparked up).

zdcv nOT MEGATRON BEING THE MAIN DEBATER IN FAVOR OF THE STAROP THEORY

He's just sitting here insulting Optimus's taste, or at least thinks he is

ohhh oppy? Oppy Oppy?

Very very wrong yes yes

~time to abuse spec ops skillz~

Nice to see I was right that it was Bumblebee!!

oh bee

Aww, yes! Bee meets Saber🥰

Bumblebee you are seriously gonna use this as motivation to end the war, I'd like to see you try

#maccadam #transformers #g1 starscream #g1 megatron #g1 skyfire #g1 optimus prime #g1 bumblebee #starbee #the one that actually happened #starop #which seems to be limited to just oppy #skystar #pre-war?? ? ?#g1 elita one #star saber

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winchesterwild78 · 2 months

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Chance Meeting Part 10 (pt 1)

Part 9

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (cover it up y’all), fluff, small moment of insecurity

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. This chapter finds our lovebirds in Texas. Small time jump noted. Apparently I got a bit long winded on this chapter so it’s in 2 parts 😏 Enjoy 😁

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Your alarm went off early the next morning and you groaned as you tried to turn over to turn it off. You couldn’t move because Jensen was wrapped around your body. As you pulled he groaned and kept holding on tight. “Babe, I’ve got to turn off the alarm” you said while chuckling. He loosened his grip and you reached over and turned off the alarm. Once the room filled with silence Jensen grabbed you and pulled you back to him. “Can’t we stay here and not get up” he asked burying his face into your chest. “I wish we could, but we still have a drive ahead of us. We’ve got to get going so we can get home.” You said as you placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Home” he said softly with a smile on his face. You smiled at the thought of creating a home with him. Just 2 short months ago you met this incredible man and now you’re starting a life with him. You were so happy and in love. Jensen leaned up and kissed your lips as he started to roll out of bed.

You both took showers, packed your bags and left the room hand in hand. You stopped in the lobby to grab a quick breakfast and coffee. You walked to the front desk to turn in your room key and check out. The clerk was just as friendly as the woman the night before. She was younger and kept looking at Jensen. You thanked her and walked back to Jensen who was sipping coffee. “I think the clerk recognizes you, Jens” you said when you sat down. He had his hat on but not his sunglasses. He glanced over his shoulder and tipped his head at her making her blush and giggle. “Yep, she sure does” he said laughing. You rolled your eyes laughing. “You seem to have that affect on all women, don’t you babe” you said while grabbing his free hand. Y’all finished up your food and Jensen made another coffee for the road. As you two were walking towards the door the clerk came around the counter. “Um, excuse me. Are you Jensen Ackles” she asked softly. “Yes ma’am I am. Is there anything you need” he asked. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble can I get a selfie with you.” She asked. Jensen flashed her his killer smile and said “no trouble at all, darling”. “Let me take it” you said reaching for her phone. Jensen and her posed for a few pictures and you took many so she could pick her favorite. She thanked you both and Jensen gave her a quick hug. He grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed you. “Thanks for that sweetheart” he said. “Of course, I know how you feel about your fans” you said looking up at him. You both climbed into the car and took off towards Texas.

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As the sun was starting to set in the blue Texas sky your car pulled into Jensen’s driveway. You sat in your seat looking at the gorgeous house in front of you. Your eyes were wide and a smile was on your face. “Do you like it, sweetheart” Jensen asked. “Oh my goodness Jensen it’s beautiful” you said with excitement in your voice. “Then let’s get inside” he said getting out of the car. He grabbed your hand and walks you up the stone steps to the massive wood door. He opened the door and let you step inside first. Your gasped and stopped taking in the beautiful view. The house was an open floor plan with wall to wall dark hardwood floors. An open dining room was to your left and to your right was a large family room. You saw comfortable couches, a television and toys in the corner. You smiled knowing those were Jensen’s children’s toys and it was nice to see they had space in his home. Jensen stepped in behind you and whispered in your ear “welcome home, baby.” You smiled and turned around. Tears were in your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your lips. A single tear slipped out and he wiped it away. “Oh baby, don’t cry” he said. “Oh Jensen, I’m not sad. I’m just so happy and overwhelmed. I can see a future here with you and our children here together. I can’t wait to start our life together” you said while holding him tight.

“Let me call the kids and tell them I’m home and then I’ll take you on a tour and we’ll grab our bags.” Jensen said as he pulled out his phone. “Okay. I need to call mine too” you said as you sat down on the couch. You called your kids and told them you made it to Texas. They were excited and couldn’t wait to visit soon. You told them with Christmas coming up maybe they could fly to Texas and we could spend Christmas together. You know they are busy with their lives, but hopefully you could work it out. After you got off the phone you stood up and started looking at the pictures on the wall. You could hear Jensen still talking on the phone and he was laughing at something his kids said. You love his laugh, but his laugh was lighter and full of love when talking to his kids. It made your heart melt. The first picture you saw was Jensen with his kids. All of them wore smiles that stretched across their faces and they seemed genuinely happy. As you walked and looked at more you saw pictures of Jared and his family, Jensen’s family and there was even a few of him with his kids and ex. You were staring at his ex when he walked in the room. He noticed you looking at the picture and walked beside you. She’s definitely beautiful and the complete opposite of you, but you tried to push those thoughts away. Jensen grabbed your hand and you looked at him. “Everything okay, sweetheart” he said with a twinge of sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. You’ve got a beautiful family.” You said smiling and pointing to the picture. Jensen stood there for a minute looking between you and the picture. “Thank you, hopefully one day we’ll take a picture with all the kids and add a picture here of our beautiful family.” He said looking at you trying to figure out if there was something wrong. “Hey, I’m okay. I promise. I love that you have a picture of her here. It’s important for the kids to have pictures of her here too. She will always be there mother no matter what happened between you two.” You said while looking into his beautiful green eyes. “How did I get so lucky with you” he asked while cupping your face. You learned into his hands and he kissed you. “I’m the lucky one” you whispered.

He grabbed your hand and said “come on let’s take that tour.” You giggled as he pulled you with him. He stopped in the kitchen and you took in the beauty. As you walked to each room everything was decorated modern but family friendly. You followed Jensen upstairs and he showed you the kid’s bedrooms, the two guest rooms and he stopped outside a set of double doors. He opened them to reveal a huge master bedroom with a king sized bed in the center of the room. There were two walk in closets on either side of the room, a sliding glass door that leads to a balcony and the bathroom was bigger than your living room in your old apartment. There was a double vanity, a jetted tub and a separate shower big enough for two. You smiled thinking about all the wonderful memories you’re going to make in this home with Jensen and your families. Jensen walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “How do you like it y/n?” He asked as he kissed your cheek. “I love it. The house is beautiful and I can’t wait to make memories with you and our family here.” You said as you turned around. “Good, I’m glad and I can’t wait either” he said smiling down at you. “Now let’s go grab our bags and figure out dinner” he said pulling you towards the door.

About 30 minutes later your bags were in the house and the pizza Jensen ordered was on its way. You two sat on the sofa snuggled together under a blanket watching tv. Jensen was running his fingers through your hair while your head was on his shoulder. You sat up quickly and he jumped a little. “You okay y/n” he asked puzzled. “I just realized it’s a few weeks until Christmas and you haven’t decorated. Do you wait for the kids to decorate” you asked. “I usually put up the tree and they help decorate it but I have no idea where to start with the other decorations. My ex did most of that” he said. “Do you mind if I help” you asked a little nervous. “Y/N, you are part of this family now. This is your home too. If you want to decorate then go all out. I want you to make this your home. Decorating, adding things, taking things away. I don’t care. This is OUR home, not just mine anymore. Tomorrow we will get out all the decorations we have and anything else we need we will buy. The kids will be here this weekend so we can decorate the tree together. All of us.” He said as he captures your lips in a kiss.

The kiss was soft at first but then deepened and was full of love and passion. Jensen pulled you onto his lap deepening the kiss while his hands ran up your body and into your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he bit your bottom lip. Jensen’s hands pulled at the hem of your shirt and slid his hand under and brushed against your breasts. You gasped at his touch and goosebumps formed on your skin. Every touch of his fingers sent electricity through your body. You craved his touch and he craved yours. His hands reached around and unhooked your bra. He smiled on your lips as your breath hitched. He pulled your shirt over your head and you slipped out of your bra. “Fuck” he growled as he took one breast in his mouth and his hand grabbed the other. You could feel your wetness pool between your legs and his hardness form in his jeans. You grind yourself into his bulge sending a shockwave through your core. Jensen pushes you onto the couch and starts to unbutton your pants. His fingers are hooked in your pants and with a one swift movement he pulls them off. Leaving you in nothing but your dripping wet panties. He pulls his shirt over his head and leans down hovering over your body. His hand travels to your panties where he feels your wetness. He smirks and pulls them off. Sliding his hand through your folds . “Damn baby you’re soaked. All this for me?” He said with a smile. “Please Jensen” was all you could breathe out. “Please what baby. Use your words.” He said playfully. “Please make me cum. I need you” you were able to say through hitching breaths. He kneeled down and started to devour your clit and he slid a finger in. You grabbed his hair with one hand and the couch with the other. You started to grind your hips as he inserted another finger. You felt the familiar coil tightening in your core. Just as you were about to cum the doorbell rang and there was a knock on the door. “Fuck” you and Jensen both said. Jensen got up and grabbed his shirt and you grabbed a blanket to wrap around yourself. He smiled at you and said “don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back for you.” You smiled and nodded. Jensen answered the door to find a pizza delivery driver standing there with your dinner. Jensen took the pizza and paid him. Thanking him he closed the door. You giggled when you saw the pizza. You forgot the pizza was on the way and you figured he did too. Jensen put the pizza in the kitchen and came back to the living room pulling off his shirt. “Now, where were we” he said with a smirk. You stood up and walked over to him and said “Right about here” you dropped the blanket and walked backwards towards the stairs. Jensen smirked and stepped closer to you. You climbed the stairs and headed down the hallway to your new shared bedroom. Jensen was hot on your heals as giggles and laughter filled the hallway. You got to the door and he caught you. Pushing you against the door kissing you deeply.

Part 2

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles #hes gorgeous #jensen ackles x reader

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we-are-so-close · 1 year

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mmmm, thinking about the first time you stay over at Sakusa Kiyoomi's apartment.

it happened by accident, of course. it's late as the two of you are walking back to his place after dinner. a torrential downpour hits unexpectedly, and the two of you try to take shelter under the awning of a shop that's close by. when it's evident that it's not going to stop anytime soon, Sakusa takes his jacket off and puts it over your head, and the two of you go as fast as you can back to his place. and as kind as the gesture of giving you his jacket was, it did little to keep you dry.

the two of you finally make it back to his place, your shoes squeaking on the hard tile of the hallway, mini puddles of water left behind each step. your giggles are soon replaced by the chattering of teeth. once inside, Sakusa tells you to wait. he disappears in the darkness of the hallway, but the sound of his socks making a soft squelching sound as he moved.

he soon makes his way back down the hallway, shuffling with a towel underneath his feet, trying to dry up the mess he made. he holds a basket on his hip as he makes his way toward you.

"here, put your clothes in the basket, i'll get them washed and dried."

"Kiyoomi," bashfulness exudes from your voice, "right here in the open?"

"Atsumu isn't here, if that's what you're worried about."

"n-no, it's just that you haven't seen me...um, without clothes yet. and i don't, um..."

"oh, OH. what if i close my eyes and turn around? you can go take a shower and clean up. i can set out some clothes for you."

"you want me to stay the night?" you could hear the excitement in your voice and immediately thought maybe you were taking the intention the wrong way.

"well, yes. it's late and storming. i wouldn't feel comfortable letting you drive back home in these conditions."

he placed a soggy kiss to your forehead. a soft smile crept across your face. a slight tinge of red dusted Sakusa's cheeks. you stripped your clothes off and placed them in the basket. once in the bathroom, you called out to your boyfriend and let him know that the coast was clear.

while in the shower, you could hear the door creak open and Sakusa's voice cut through the noise of the water. on the counter, he left you some towels and pajamas to change into.

the pajamas were just a little too long for you. the sleeves hung well past your hands and the pants' legs were under your feet. rolling the cuffs of both, you finally walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"thanks for the clothes, Omi. they're super comfy!"

"you're welcome,______. you can either hang out here or in the bedroom. i'm gonna take a quick shower."

when he exits the shower and makes his way back to his bedroom, he finds you on the bed, asleep. he can't help but smile at how peaceful you look. he pulls the covers over you and places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Not too long after Sakusa gets out of the shower and changed, Atsumu walks in.

"Omi Omi, yer up late. aww, are yer favorite jammies dirty?" he playfully mocks his roommate.

"______ is wearing them. we got caught in the rain and they are staying the night."

"well, where are they?"

"in my bed, sleeping."

"why aren't you in there, too? if i were you, i'd be in there."

"because...they are asleep." he was getting quickly annoyed.

"well, you might as well go in there, cuz you know i'm going to just sit out here and annoy ya until you do," he plopped on the couch next to Sakusa.

"you'd annoy me even if ______ wasn't here."

"yep. but it's only cuz i love you Omi-kun."

Sakusa rolled his eyes and got up to go to the bedroom. he quietly made his way over to the bed, and knelt down on the bed next to you. his whispered your name softly.

"Kiyoomi, what time is it?" you ask sleepily.

"late."

"oh, you should come to bed then. i've been waiting for you."

he got under the covers with you, pulling you into him. a perfect fit. you were soft and comfortable and he wondered why he hadn't done this sooner. he nestled his head into the back of your head and you both drifted off into a peaceful night's sleep.

#sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader #i'm trying my hand at sakusa #because i'm really starting to fall for him

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fanficshiddles · 9 months

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 9

It was just after one in the afternoon when Jade finally rose from bed. She had a long shower then went to the kitchen for something to eat. But she was sideswiped by Loki on the way there.

‘Ah, finally you’re up. Afraid to say, food will need to wait. We have been summoned by Fury.’ He said sheepishly.

‘Ah shit.’ Jade groaned and ran a hand down her face. ‘Do you think he knows?’

Loki nodded. ‘I’d say so. He sounded pissed.’

Jade groaned and hung her head down, she really just wanted food and an easy afternoon. She was exhausted. But Loki put his hand on her back and guided her reluctantly to Fury’s office.

‘I promise, I’ll take you out for a nice lunch in the city afterwards. Get you woken up more.’ Loki chuckled.

When they got to Fury’s office, he was there waiting for them, leaning back against his desk with his arms folded over his chest. ‘Look what the cat finally dragged in.’

‘Last I heard there was no rule that we can’t have a lie in. It’s not like I had a mission to do or anywhere to be.’ Jade shrugged and sat down on the sofa at the side.

Loki stayed standing just beside her.

‘Do you both want to tell me where you were last night?’ Fury asked them.

‘Last night? As far as I remember, we had a few drinks in my room and watched a few movies.’ Jade said, looking at Loki, who nodded in agreement.

Fury rolled his eye. ‘Don’t bullshit me.’ He pulled up a tablet, then showed them a picture that was on social media of Jade playing on stage, Loki could be seen at the side watching.

‘That could be anyone.’ Jade argued.

‘Of course it could be. But it’s not just anyone, it’s you two.’ Fury put the tablet down again. ‘Loki, you know you’re still under careful watch under the order of your father. Pulling a stunt like this, causing us issues with the royals is going to be a royal pain in my ass.’

‘It wasn’t Loki’s fault. It was mine. I made him take me, it was all my doing.’ Jade said quickly. Loki looked at Jade with an eyebrow up, as did Fury.

‘Would you be willing to say that under oath, on front of the God, Odin. King of Asgard?’ Fury asked.

‘Yep.’ Jade nodded.

Fury shook his head and ran a hand down his face. ‘Look, I will level with you. You’re not a prisoner, Jade. But you know that we are under orders to keep you secure and under control until the wedding.’ Fury’s voice softened. ‘I understand it’s your band, and what you do. But dealing with the social media fall out is going to be a bastard, if the royals see it…’

‘She needed this, Fury. They’re trying to change who she is, the least we can do is let her live her life while she’s here.’ Loki said, though he felt awful for saying it.

Fury stared at them both for a while, in silence. Then he nodded with a sigh.

‘Next time, take Romanoff or Rodgers with you too, at least then if the royals see anything online they will see a respectable avenger there babysitting you.’

‘Like this?’ Loki asked as he used his seidr to turn into Natasha.

Jade laughed and wolf whistled at him.

‘I mean the REAL Roma… You know what, just get out of my sight you two. I’ll handle the social media. But next time you’ve got a show, at least have the decency to let me know in advance so I can prepare.’ He waved his hand at them.

Loki turned back to himself as he and Jade made their way to the door with their tails between their legs.

‘Oh and one last thing.’ Fury called, stopping them in their tracks.

They both turned to look at him.

‘We all know that nobody can make Loki do what he doesn’t want to do.’ Fury said knowingly.

Loki and Jade slowly looked at one another with a smirk, then nodded at Fury and headed out.

‘Well… That could have gone worse.’ Loki said as they walked together down the corridor.

‘Yeah, I thought we’d be in big trouble.’ Jade said. ‘Hey, where you going?’ She asked when Loki turned to head off towards the training hall.

‘To train?’ He said, eyebrow up.

Jade crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot as she glared at him, saying nothing. Then Loki suddenly remembered.

‘Oh, yes. I promised you lunch, didn’t I?’ He grinned.

‘Yep. So make good on that promise, I am starving!’

‘Wow, Jade! You’re amazing.’ Natasha said as she nudged her.

Loki had gathered everyone in the living room and was playing some videos from last nights show that had popped up online.

Everyone agreed and was complimenting her.

‘So Fury really didn’t blow a gasket?’ Tony asked.

‘No, he said he’d deal with the social media. Though he wants us to warn him when there’s another show coming up.’ Jade shrugged.

‘Can we come to the next one?’ Wanda asked excitedly. She loved Jade’s music.

‘Yeah, sure! It would be great to have you there.’ Jade grinned.

They all ended up ordering takeaway and watching a movie together. For once, there was very little bickering between what they all wanted to watch. Though Loki did get a jab in at Thor, as always.

Loki sat right next to Jade, he had his arms folded but was lightly strumming his fingers against her elbow, causing her skin to tingle. She tried to ignore the feelings she was getting within her, but it was difficult.

#Loki #Tom hiddleston #fan fiction #Loki x ofc #loki fic #fluffy Loki #the call of fate

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snowdrop-ivy · 1 year

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Favor. | Part 3

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! Been MIA because writer's block so I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 4082

Ari was exhausted after their first extraction. He doesn't want to admit it but he cherished the time he could talk to Y/N without the papers and anger to which he still doesn't know where it began.

Y/N called it a night but he wanted to stay and be alone with his thoughts. After a pack of cigarettes he went to their room and how the ambiance took away all his stress. Ari wanted to faint from the relaxation of the room, he took a deep breath, and sat on the bed.

This is the first time he noticed how Y/N changed everything. He looked at his wife sleeping. Oh how cozy she is, her soft ivory skin wearing a lace nightgown which Ari remembered her wearing it all the time, and her scent, her vanilla scent that gets him addicted. Y/N had an eye mask on so she doesn't wake up from the ray of sun.

He changed into nothing. He'll just say sorry in the morning because he is damn sleepy. Ari wrapped himself in a blanket that smelled like lavender. He laid down, staring at the ceiling. He said he was tired but when he laid down, he couldn't sleep. His tense muscles softened when he felt Y/N wrapped him in a warm embrace, her head snuggled against his beating chest. Ari felt her breaths, steady and slow, air hissing to his chest, her soft, warm hands down on his bare chest. His arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, drawing circles, a habit he used to do. He kissed her forehead that made her snuggle him tighter which made Ari laugh. And for what felt like forever, Ari finally slept well.

Y/N groaned at the noise. What is playing on this early morning? She took off her eye mask and she didn't see a bed but she saw a naked Ari once again. She looked up and saw him peacefully sleeping, his breaths slow and even, a light snoring, and his arm wrapped comfortably on her waist. She gulped, not knowing how to go out. Should she wake him? Should she just go? If they are still married, she'd slowly get out. She couldn't do that now because if she did, Ari would wake up, tighten his arms, and it would lead to a morning sex or make out.

But what choice does she have? She can't stay there. She carefully, light as a feather, removed his arm but he still felt it. Y/N groaned internally as Ari hugged her tighter. She doesn't like it. His touch is doing all sorts of things to her; her heartbeats going crazy, there's a knot on her stomach. She doesn't like it... or so she thinks...

"Good morning," Ari's hoarse voice said as he loosened his arm. "Did I wake you?"

Y/N stared at him. His heavy, hooded, blue eyes, the sun gleaming his toned, muscular body, and his bed hair. She couldn't talk. She couldn't move. What is happening?!

"Hey," He nudged her. "Are you okay?"

Her mouth was agape. She slowly nodded and quickly went to the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower and getting off her clothes to wake herself. What the hell just happened? Did she choke on Ari's naked body? She didn't look at Ari on the way out the room. The staff prepared breakfast and she ate with Rachel and Jake. Of course, she had to tell them what happened.

"Okay?" Jake shrugged. "You always cuddled. What's wrong?"

"No--"

"You didn't cuddle before?" Rachel asked.

"Well, we did."

"So what's wrong?" Jake furrowed his brows.

"I don't know," She slumped on her seat and took a sip of coffee.

"If you don't know, then I can't help you," Jake told her. "But, if you find the answer. You come to me. I'll get my tan now."

They looked at Jake wearing his red underpants, walked to the sun and the guests eyed him with wide eyes and mouths. She and Rachel stayed to talk more, being careful because the staff can hear them.

"I think," She sipped her coffee. "You're scared to trust him again after what happened to you."

She played with her food while Rachel voiced out her thoughts that shot her straight to the heart. "I don't blame you. No one will. Even if you get back with him or not, no one will. You just have to find your peace. You were always selfless, you put him or everyone first before you. That's what I love and hate about you. But now, maybe it's time for you to be selfish."

The day went on to manage the hotel as she gathered her thoughts. Is Rachel right? Is she opening her heart back to him? She doesn't know. Night came and Max asked the staff to take the night off so they could celebrate.

"Um Leben zu retten," Rachel raised her glass. They all raised their glass and clinked it to each other.

Food was great. Night was fun. They reminisced on their past extractions. They laughed, shared, cried, and drank through the night. Y/N saw it as an opportunity to keep her thoughts under the rug. But Ari didn't, he kept looking at her and she just looked away, everytime. She was seated across from her with Rachel on her side. His legs bounced up and down as he drank the beer.

The beeper he had buzzed with a message saying. "Code yellow. Comms. TS"

Ari shot Y/N a look. Why is her dad calling him? He eyed her but she dodged his eyes. Ari went to the bus, turned on the comms, and sipped his beer. "GT here. Come in. Over."

"Do you wanna fucking tell me why my daughter is on the mission?!" Tony yelled. Tony is Y/N's dad and also their CEO. "Huh, Levinson! You bring my daughter here right now or I will have them give me your fucking head!"

His senses became alive when Tony yelled. Ari grabbed the radio. "I told you she was here! I had her on my file!"

"Her file is not here, dumbass," Ari can feel Tony's vein popping out his neck in anger. "Listen here, big guy, my daughter had enough of your shortcomings. She lost herself and her baby be—"

"Woah! What baby are you talking about?!" Ari roared through the radio. His nose flaring, eyes burning in madness. He didn't know that. Y/N didn't mention anything, not now not before. Tony did not answer him. "Tony, what baby?"

Tony took his time before answering. He sighed before pressing the button. "She had a miscarriage when you flew to Israel to finalize your previous operation."

Ari's world crumbled. It crumbled when she filed for divorce, but this was different. The agony made his stomach turn. He felt his skin turning red, he noticed he shattered the beer bottle with his hands, he threw it on the ground and stormed inside the room. Y/N's head turned on Ari's entrance.

"You wanna fucking tell me that we lost our baby?!"

Her world turned upside down at what he said. She looked at Jake and Rachel but they stayed silent. Y/N's wide eyes stared at a flaming Ari; his eye blazed with anger; his nostril flared, jaws clenching, and his hands fisted that he slammed on the table. "Answer me, god damn it!"

"Who told you?" Y/N whispered. She can feel a blockage on her throat and her eyes welling up but she's trying to prevent it from falling.

"That's what you can say?!" Ari's voice roared. This was the first time she's seen him angry for the 10 years they've been together. "Who else knew about this?!"

"Ari," Rachel called him. He glared at her. Rachel looked at Y/N first before settling her eyes on Ari. "Jake and I knew. We were there that night. You weren't."

"Really?!" He yelled in frustration. "They knew and you didn't call me?! How can you do that?!"

Y/N couldn't speak. Her face is now streaming with tears that she cannot control, apparently. She took a deep breath. "I called you."

"When?" He asked, setting her palms down flat at the table. His eyes were just blank now. Y/N can't see anything on it. "When you thought about being selfish and just leave me with nothing?!"

"What?" Y/N tried to ask calmly. She didn't like that word. "I'M SELFISH?!" She stood up and leveled with him. "I am not selfish. I called you that night and what did you say? Huh?! You said you had a fucking plane to catch! A fucking plane! I tried everything to be your priority. EVERYTHING, but you didn't so I stopped trying."

Ari bowed his head, punching the table after. He watched her leave again. He went out to the shore and vented out his frustrations there. He screamed, cried, kicked the sand, and punched everything that went his way. He was angry at himself. That's why Y/N filed for it. He was a jerk, he knew that, but he didn't know it was the worst.

He spent the night at the reception. He didn't bother her. Next morning, he woke up to loud music playing. His neck and back hurt from the uncomfortable wooden sofa but he noticed he had a blanket which looked very familiar. Ari saw no one inside the hotel so he went out. He noticed Max instructing guests, they both nodded at each other and Ari continued walking around the hotel.

"How'd you sleep?" Jake asked while laying on the recliner with his red underwear again.

"Okay," Ari answered while looking around. "What's going on around here?"

"Well, your brochure mentioned the daily relaxing Tai Chi class: Irving. Liam is doing laundry because he lost a bet. Angela went shopping after giving a massage to a hairy Nazi. Your wife is serving breakfast for the hunky Germans. And now I'm giving a diving tour, which starts in exactly 12 minutes, as per your fucking brochure," He cursed, standing up, and glancing at his wristwatch. "Care to--"

"Germans?"

Jake chuckled. "See for yourself," He pointed in Y/N's direction with his head and walked away.

Ari looked at where she was. She is serving plates while wearing a yellow sundress with an apron. She smiled the fucking Germans while it's apparent that they're hitting on her. She glanced around and caught his eyes. Y/N timidly smiled at him. Her eyes looked puffy like she cried all night, which she did. But in Ari's eyes, she's still beautiful. Like she ever is. The sun is shining on her like a mirrorball.

Y/N on the other hand thought her heart dropped when he saw Ari. He didn't sleep in their room which gave her the space and time to cry her heart out. She felt guilty because Ari deserved to know even though he was a shitty husband. After all, if it weren't for him they wouldn't even make a human being.

The boys and Rachel went in for the diving resort while she sat down at the dinner table. Y/N's head turned when she heard cars coming down. Y/N went out to see who it was and signaled Sammy sitting on the boat.

"Ah! It's the Missus," Col. Abdel Ahmed exclaimed. "Where's your husband?"

"Diving."

"Let's pay him a visit, shall we?" He smiled and walked with his armed men towards the shore.

Y/N clenched her jaw and internally groaned before following them.

Ari was diving underneath, looking at the magnificent corals under. Ari thought how much his wife would love this. He looked at the line being tugged so he swam up the boat.

"What's up?" Ari asked as he removed his mask.

Sammy looked at the shore. "Turn around."

He turned and cursed when he saw the military with his wife behind them. He called Jake and Max and they headed back to the shore. He went straight to Y/N before turning to Abdel. "Hello, how can I help you?" Ari greeted them, going straight to his wife.

"There's been an incident last night, and we wanted to make sure that all of you in the hotel are safe," The coronel said, looking at Ari's hand that's placed on YN's waist.

Ari turned to Y/N, confused. Trying to sound confused. "What kind of incident?"

"Smugglers," He answered, then turned back and started walking to their trucks. Their trucks that Y/N repaired early this morning. "They drove through one of our roadblocks last night. Nearly killed two of my soldiers."

Ari followed him but he placed Y/N behind his back. "I heard there's a smuggling problem up and down the coast. I hope no one was hurt."

Abdel looked at him. Ari's eyebrows knotted and his hands gripped Y/N's hand tighter when Colonel started to laugh heartily. He then started to inspect the trucks.

"I know they look like shit but they run forever," Y/N said and tried to get past Ari but he wouldn't let him.

The Colonel took off his sunglasses. "My soldiers shot the trucks."

"Did they?" Y/N asked mockingly which made Ari grip on her hand tighter. She tried to escape his hand but he wouldn't budge. "You're free to check both of them."

"I will," He smirked. "Why don't you show me around?"

"No," Ari firmly answered. He looked at him dead in the eyes. "I'll show you around."

He laughed again and walked to the back of the truck. "There's no reason why your trucks should have bullet holes, Mister... Thomas. Guy Thomas." He said while examining the back of the truck.

"No," Ari replied and followed him. "No reason."

Abdel tapped and looked for bullet holes but found none. He raised his brows and yelled at his men in their local language. He glared at Ari before examining the truck again.

"I hope you come and visit us again real soon," Ari put his hand on his hips. His fingertips turned white from his balled fist.

"I will," He answered, eyeing Y/N up and down. "Goodbye. Mrs. Thomas." He bid, gazing at her with lust on his eyes and voice.

Y/N raised her head, not answering him. They went in on their trucks and left the building. Once they left, Ari kicked down a can before going inside and calling all of them in a meeting. Y/N stood by the fridge while Sammy was on his side. Ari and Max are leaning on both sides of the door. Rachel and Jake sat down on the counter sharing a cigarette.

"I think I shat my pants," Jake chuckled as he passed the cigar to Rachel.

"That's probably why you smell," Max joked and we all laughed except for Ari who's blankly staring at the guests.

"Yeah, if that soldier hadn't been too scared to admit he's missed, we'd all be locked up right now," Sammy said and we all agreed.

"Come here," Ari nudged with his fingers. They all went to his side except for Y/N who stayed in her place. "What do you see?"

"Unsuspecting collateral damage," Max answered.

"Best cover we could ask for," Rachel nodded her head in Y/N's place. She gave her a light smile.

They all went into their own rooms and took the day off. Not much has to be done but Y/N planned ahead for the next guests and extradition. She took her notebook out and wrote it all down. Planned to the exact details. Days came and passed with guests and extractions coming in. She hasn't talked to Ari in 11 days to be exact. She doesn't know where he's staying and for her it was... sad. A glimpse of her thought that this operation would make them return to where they were before. To their happily married selves but it didn't. Hell, brought them apart even. She sat down on the sand with a blanket wrapped around her as she played with the sand. She didn't even realize that the tears were falling down her cheeks. Y/N felt the sand once again as she resembled the ashes of their late kid on a keychain on her other hand.

She decided to hide it when she felt Ari sat down beside him. Even while sitting down he still hovered over her with his big, muscular frame. He extended his leg and propped his hands on the sand. Not an inch of space was between them as she could feel his cargo pants hitting her bare leg.

"Hey," He greeted after minutes of comfortable silence.

Y/N looked his way. "Hi."

He returned her look and gazed at her. He started to notice the puffiness of her eyes with a bag underneath it. Her nose colored red as she sniffed. Her lips being bitten at the bottom. In short, she was cute... like before. "I'm sorry," Ari softly said. Her tears fell down as she hitched her breath. He wiped her tears with his hands, cupping her cheeks, and letting her lay on it. "I was a jerk. I loved you but I didn't care for you enough to make you stay."

Y/N closed her eyes at the warmth of his palms. "Do you wanna know what's the hardest part aside from keeping it from you?"

He shook his head. Y/N locked eyes with him. His eyes were full of sadness, moistening it a little.

"Is that I knew it," She sniffed, letting him wipe off her tears. "When I saw the blood, I knew it. And I didn't even get the chance to enjoy him..."

Ari hugged her when her voice broke. He let her cry in his arms. Her loud sobs were breaking his heart, his soul, his entirety. For the duration of their marriage and relationship Ari maintained to make her cry of happy tears and happy tears only so now that it's not happy tears, he doesn't know what to do but just hold her and pray to every God he knows to take her pain away because she doesn't deserve this. She didn't deserve him.

Y/N poured her heart out to him for the first time and it made her... calm. Crying in his arms calmed him. Her sadness seemed to wash away like the waves on the shore. She stayed in his arms for what seemed like forever. She sniffed his scent; his masculine, beer-reeking, smoke-y scent. She took a deep breath before looking up at him. An inch of space between them is making her smell his minty breath. He gazed at her then at her lips and back to her eyes. She noticed it; the hunger and anticipation in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned in until she closed her eyes and felt his lips on her. Oh how soft it was. At that moment, they felt like they're back in their own world. That they're not in an operation. That everything was okay, like before but better. His familiar lips moving in a slow, steady way making sure she's comfortable. And she is, she opened her mouth to let his tongue in. His hands wrapped on his waist not sure where to put them. Their kiss ended before they could continue. Their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Their breaths panting from the exhausting, but great, kiss.

Ari saw the answer he was looking for in her eyes. Then, in an instant, she realized they're already in their room. Her back pressed against the bed and he wasn't far, he never let even an inch of space take between them. She opened her eyes to see him taking off his clothes and smiling at her, before savoring her lips again, the kiss that made her want him more. Just like before. Every feeling she had for him was thrown at the sea and she can feel her feelings resurfaced for him.

He helped her out of her shirt, his eyes viewing her naked body that he kept imagining for the past year. Y/N noticed his pupils dilated when he met her eyes. He squeezed her waist gently before sucking on her neck like a hungry dog, sucking on it gently like a bone. She gave more access to him as she moaned out his name. He continued peppering her neck then moving to her breasts; he placed a wet kiss on her nipples then sucked them like how she liked it: hard. Like an infant sucking milk out of it. Her hands made their way to his hair, gripping on it in exchange for the pleasure he's giving.

"Oh Ari..." She moaned as he planted kisses to her body as he moved between her legs, burying his face on her wet, heated core, nibbling on her lips, eating the familiar sweetness she has. Ari made her alive that night from all the nights she had with him, this was different and exciting. She could feel the wetness of her core from his sucking that made her push his face closer to her .

"I fucking missed this," He whispered before standing. Y/N propped her arms watching him slowly take off his pants. His large member tipping with pre-cum bounced lightly when he took off his boxers. "Did you miss this honey?"

Y/N hadn't had the time to answer because Ari slammed his lips on her making her taste her own juices. His hands kneaded her breasts while slowly inserting his member. Y/N shivered and moaned when she felt him again. The universe aligned when he entered her. Slowly and gently, Ari moved until he felt all of him was inside. Then gradually increasing speed and rhythm just how she likes it.

She did. Loved it. She tugged on her hair, moaning out his name while they sloppily kissed each other. Her pussy was so wet that he was able to slide in and out without hassle. Y/N watched him as he quickened his pace, gripping on her hips as he pressed down on her clit.

Ari was moaning in her ear, growling how he missed c, nibbling on her ear while she continued to scream his name and get lost in euphoria. She knew he was close because he started to lose his rhythm and he started to cup her face.

Y/N looked at the intensity of his eyes burning with passion. "I'm close..." Ari groaned. She moaned as an answer, getting close as well. He thrusted deep, slowly while staring at you as he poured himself inside of her. Ari cupped her face making her look at him as she saw the burning passion on his blue eyes. "I love you..."

Ari slammed his body after taking orgasms one after the other that night. He gathered her in his strong arms, holding her on his chest. He kissed her head gently as he whispered how much he loves her over and over again before dozing off to dreamland.

The next morning was tough, awkward, and embarrassing. Y/N woke up first and thankfully, they're not cuddling. She got dressed and found the first coffee she could get. She drank it at the far side of the resort and hid there. She is hiding there until this is done.

What the fuck just happened? Was her first thought

Second, he loves her?

Y/N heard it repeatedly, clearly. And it got her messy heart and mind to get messier than it is. Y/N heard Rachel call her out, which she was thankful for. Rachel sat down and snatched her coffee. It didn't take long before Y/N spilled what was going on. Rachel just listened. She knew what happened. She heard. But, it wasn't her place to make assumptions because she's their friend.

"So, what are you going to do?" Rachel asked as she lit a cigarette before sharing it to her.

Y/N shrugged. She looked at the resort where Ari was wandering around, probably looking for her. Rachel stopped asking questions, she just consoled in her silence because they both know that she doesn't know what to do. Of course, they cannot hide there forever and Rachel successfully got Y/N to work and assist their Japanese guests.

Ari took it as a chance to talk to Rachel when he saw Y/N busy at the front desk. "What'd she say?"

"Nothing."

"What'd she tell you?"

"Everything."

"What should I do?"

"Something?"

"Which is?"

Rachel looked at her dead in the eyes before glancing at Y/N. "Make it up to her."

>>Part 4<<

#ari levison x reader #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson au #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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Trick-Or-Treat

Austin x Reader

Summary: Austin and Reader dress up for halloween and hand out candy.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 501

This was my third halloween with Austin but my first one living with him. I’ve always gone all out with my costumes and of course this year I’m dragging Austin in on it. The Corpse Bride is one of my favorite halloween movies, I would dress up as Emily, Austin as Victor and our dog as Scraps. “Look at the dress I thrifted!” I said showing Austin. “You found that at a thrift store? It’s beautiful.” He said smiling. “Yep and I found these pieces for your costume.” I said handing him his costume. “I’m going to start getting ready since, well, I need to be blue.” I said laughing. “Ok.” He said as I walked to our shared bathroom. I laid out the wedding dress and the blue face paint and got to work.

After 3 hours, I was ready. My costume looked amazing, even the wig was perfect. Austin came around the corner, he was wearing the suit, his skin was grey from the face paint and his black hair was a mess. Luckily his hair was already black from Elvis. “Well hello Emily.” He said reaching for my hand. “Hello Victor.” I said. “I’ve got the candy bowls ready and spooky music playing, I think we are just about ready.” He said. Our dog Sydney, or should I say Scraps came running into the room in her skeleton costume. “Oh my, she looks so cute!” I said laughing. “She really does look adorable.” He said kissing me.

Like clockwork, the doorbell rang at exactly 6:00. “Let’s go!” I said excitedly speed walking to the door. I grabbed a candy bowl and opened the front door. “Trick or treat!” A group of little kids yelled. “Look at your costumes, you all look great!” I said as I lowered the bowl to their level. They grabbed a couple pieces each and yelled “Thank you!”

“Thats it, no more birth control for me!” I told Austin once I closed the door. “Ok.” He said with a huge smile. “I’m just kidding, not yet.” I said. He pouted his lip. The doorbell rang again and we opened it together. For the next few hours, it seemed like every time we sat down, the doorbell rang. At about 8 o’clock the last couple trick or treaters came by, we turned the porch light off after they left. “That was a very successful halloween.” I said as I hugged him. “Now I get to spend some time with my beautiful girl.” He said as he kissed my head. We sat on the couch and watched some movies. Starting with Poltergeist and ending with Nightmare Before Christmas, we snacked on some of the leftover candy and decided to call it a night.

“We should probably get in the shower before we stain the couch.” I said as I laughed. “You are probably right. But first, I need to carry my beautiful wife Emily across the threshold.” He said as he lifted me up bridal style.

Just a short little halloween story! Happy Halloween, have a spooktacular day!

#austin elvis smut #austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis smut #sebastian kydd #sebastian kydd x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis biopic #elvis imagine

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mateoluvr · 1 year

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hii! can i request a jealous!gekko x gn!reader where he does a bunch of physical touch in front of the person who's a littleee bit too close to the reader as a way for him to show that the reader is his??

thanks if you take the request!! your gekko writing has been an amazing gift to feed my gekko brainrot <3

a/n: hello!! thank u for requesting i saw this at like 2am around my time last night and quickly just finished it just now- hope u like it!! ( sorry there might not be that much touching from him in there ;_; ) but i'm glad i've been able to feed ur brainrot <3

gekko/mateo x gn!reader

wc: 1k

you were invited to one of your friend’s parties and the invitation let you have someone of your choice tag along with you. of course you asked your boyfriend come along with you, since the two of you were inseparable.

[ y/n ]

hey mateo!! wanna come with me to my friend’s party today?

[ mateo ]

yeah sure bebé!! what time?

[ y/n ]

i think it starts around 8 does that sound good?

[ mateo ]

yep it does! just let me know the address later, i’ll ttyl my break just ended, te amo <3

[ y/n ]

love u too!! <3

so later that day after you both got off work, you both went home since you decided to meet up there first. after you took a quick hot shower to ease yourself, you changed into worthy party attire after searching deep into your closet. when it was time to leave, you got into mateo’s car and he drove you two to the party. on the drive there he was complimenting on how nice you looked.

“mi amor, you look amazing.”

“aww.. thank you teo you’re too sweet.”

when you both arrived at the given location your friend gave you, you could already see the vibrant lights through the window. as you were about to ring the doorbell, your friend opens the door on coincidence.

“oh hey y/n!”

“wow.. that timing, I was just about to ring the doorbell.”

“there’s a delivery that’s supposed to be here any minute so i’m going to wait outside, feel free to go on in.”

your friend scoots over to the side, and you hold onto mateo’s hand as he guides you both through the door. once you stepped foot in your friend’s household, you were greeted with blasting music. you could basically hear it everywhere throughout the house and it made it feel like the walls were made of paper.

“god, it’s so loud in here.” you complained, but you looked at mateo, but he had the opposite reaction to yours. he was full on grooving with the music, which was kinda cute to you.

“yeah it’s kinda loud, but I dig it.”

your friend came back with the food delivery she mentioned earlier and set it out on the long countertop near the kitchen. she offered you and mateo to help yourselves, but you turned down the offer since you weren’t hungry yet. mateo on the other hand, was slightly hungry but since you weren’t eating he didn’t either. so he just offered to grab a drink for the both of you and nodded.

“i’ll go grab some drinks for us, you stay right here, okay cariño?” he says, patting your head.

“don’t worry I’m not going anywhere,” you gave him a thumbs up, as he slipped through the crowd of people, and before you knew it his vibrant green hair was no longer visible.

you decided to sit by a nearby couch and scanned around the room, you had a tad bit of social anxiety. you sometimes attended parties, but have never been to one this packed. you suddenly hear someone sit beside you, and you turn thinking it is mateo.

“welcome back- oh.” the smile on your face quickly fades away.

“hey there,” the unfamiliar individual greets you.

you glanced at the man, breaking eye contact instantly not knowing what to say.

“what’cha doing all by yourself?” he questions as he slowly checks you out.

“oh i came with someone, they’re just away for a bit.. he’ll be back soon.”

“doesn’t matter ‘cause he’s not here so..” he coos, as he leans towards you.

you scoot all the way to the end of the couch to get away from the creep. but he still proceeded to inch closer to you, too close. mateo witnesses the whole ordeal and his grip firmed on the cups in frustration; nearly crushing them.

why the fuck was this guy that close to you? he thought to himself.

he immediately barges in before anything too serious happened. he aggressively set the drinks down on the side table to free his hands. then he places his hand on your shoulder, and you turn around from the sudden touch; relieved to know it was your boyfriend. mateo glares at the man, unhappy that he was trying to make a move on you.

“hm? and who must you be?” the stranger asks as he notices mateo's appearance.

mateo stays silent, and took the opportunity to sit right in between you and the guy with the space that was left on the couch. his eyes still locked onto the man, mateo’s arm slowly finds its way around your shoulder. he tugged you towards him, and you could see one of the man’s eyebrows arch in confusion on what he was trying to prove.

“does this not say enough?”

“doesn’t excuse you leaving ‘em all alone like that.”

mateo gets tired of his bullshit, so he gently touches your chin so he doesn’t hurt you, and pulls you in for a kiss. it surprised you a bit since it was so sudden, barely got to process what was happening. you just went with the flow though, it ends up lasting for a few minutes with the guy staring with a blank face. as you both pull away, mateo emphasizes his feelings towards you to grab his attention.

"te amo mucho y/n," he boldly blurts out in front of him.

“get the memo now dickhead? they’re mine. vete de aquí.” mateo says in assertively which ends up making the man scurry off. i mean, mateo was never the type of person to get mad, so it was a bit scary to see him this way.

mateo’s face slowly grows a grin, as he watches the man run off into the sea of people in defeat.

“thank you.. that guy was a total creep.” you sighed slumping onto his shoulder.

“anytime bebé, i wasn’t about to let his hands on you. only mine can.”

“someone’s jealous! but, i think we both knew that already.”

“maybe a tad bit.. oh and the drinks are to the side, sorry the cups are kinda crumbly.. i mayhaps nearly crushed them.” he points to the cups on the table to your left.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it teo.”

“let’s just never go to a party again.. don’t want any more men near you.” he mumbles as he holds you close to his chest.

you giggle, agreeing with him as you weren’t that fond of attending parties too. you just made an exception since your friend was the hostess.

“you wanna just go home and maybe.. watch a movie and cuddle?” you suggest as the party wasn’t too enticing to you.

“sounds like a great idea, that way no more men can pry on my y/n.” he jokes, eliciting an eye roll from your end.

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko #valorant #valorant x you #mateo #mateo x reader

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Crave (Chapter 4)

Word count: 8.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

HER POV

The next morning as you wake, you reach for Josh, but he’s not there.

Hmmm, he must have woken up early…

You stretch your legs out and grab your phone off of the nightstand, seeing you have a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning, stepped out to run a quick errand. Be back soon, with coffee of course.

You: Oh a secret morning errand? See you soon.

You set your phone back down on the table and stand up, walking over to your bag to retrieve your toothbrush and head into his bathroom. You open the little cabinet and find his toothpaste. You brush your teeth and stare at yourself in the mirror, dressed in his t-shirt and sporting major bed-head.

You turn the shower on and let the water warm up while you find the outfit you packed for the day in your bag. A pair of jeans and a weathered band tee that has seen better days.

You strip off Josh’s shirt and your underwear and step into the shower spray, letting the hot water rush over you. Looking at the line of products in front of you, you realize he has a lot of different options for a guy. You take your time smelling each one, picking the one that smells the most like him, and washing yourself with it. Turning the water slightly hotter you wash your hair and enjoy the heat on your shoulders. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and head back into the bedroom. Heading into the room you are met with the sight of Josh sitting in the chair in the corner, reading a book.

“Oh gosh, you scared me!” You squeak.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you while you were in the shower! Coffee is on the dresser for you.” He smiles.

“Thank you.” You smile back, clutching the towel around your body.

“I’ll step out so you can get dressed, then I thought maybe we could go for a drive? I have one more errand to run.” He asks.

“Okay.” You giggle excitedly.

You quickly dress and run a brush through your hair, braiding it down your back.

A few minutes later you step out of the bedroom with your coffee and find Josh sitting on a barstool in the kitchen looking at his phone. When he hears you approach he immediately turns to you with a smile.

“Well don’t you look cute? Hmm... you smell good too.” He says knowingly, before reaching his hand out to you. You grab it as he pulls you in, resting his hands in the back pocket of your jeans and pulling you in for a kiss. The butterflies begin stirring in your stomach.

“What do you think? Wanna go for a drive? I have to drop off this signed contract to our agent, he lives a little outside of town. There could be more coffee involved if you're good…” He says cheerfully.

“Yes! That sounds nice!” You reply walking over to the door to put your shoes on.

“Tonight I have a surprise for you, and then I am taking you out on that date.” He smiles devilishly. The inflection in his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

He stands up and walks to the door, grabbing his keys and ushering you outside.

As you get into the car you agree with him about it being a pretty day. With so many days of rain lately it’s nice to see the sunshine.

“Okay, connect your phone to the bluetooth. You are going to be our DJ.” He smiles.

Oh gosh, no pressure….

You click through the process of connecting your phone.

“Alright, let’s see…. Did that work?” You say, clicking the button.

“Yep, okay you’re up.” He replies with a smirk.

You scroll through Spotify, looking for something to fit the mood. Smiling when you see the right song.

You hit play and ‘The Air That I Breathe’ by The Hollies begins to play through the car speakers.

Josh turns his head to you, a smile plastered across his beautiful face.

Oh thank god, he approves.

“What a choice...” He says, still smiling, returning his eyes to the road.

He begins to sing along to the chorus, rolling down the windows and sticking his arm out into the cool air. The wind is blowing his curls around and his smile is so infectious and warm you find yourself smiling too. You capture this image in your mind. Your heart couldn’t be more full than it is right now.

As the next song begins to play, he turns to you when he hears them begin to sing. “Oh, they were on the road with us a little bit this year.”

You smile and laugh at the insanity that is his life. Just traveling around the world with his brothers and other talented artists. He turns down the volume and places his hand on the back of your neck, playing with your braid.

“We are leaving in a day or two, going on a quick press tour for the album. I think it will only be a week. Maybe a week and a half? We only finalized the plans a day ago….” He says nervously.

“Oh…. are you gonna miss me?” You say playfully.

“Of course, except this time when I’m gone and dreaming about you, I can think about the real thing and how you’re all mine.” he smiles.

“Oh, you’re such a suck-up.” You laugh.

He pulls into a driveway a little while later and grabs the paperwork out of the back seat before dashing up to the front door. You can see him talking and laughing with the guy, pointing back at the car with his thumb before patting his shoulder and heading back to you.

“Okay, work is done for the day. I’m all yours now.” He smiles, kissing your cheek. He backs out of the driveway. “Do you want another coffee? There is a cool place over here.” he asks.

“Is there a drive-thru?” You ask.

“You read my mind.” He smiles swirling your hair around his fingers.

A few minutes later you have ordered and are waiting to receive it at the window. As the barista slides the window open you can tell she recognizes Josh, her eyes growing large.

“Uh…. Here you go…” she says nervously, reaching her arm out the window.

“Thanks,” he says, flashing her his signature dazzling smile.

“My friends are not going to believe me when I tell them you came through the drive-thru.” She says, laughing.

“Well it’s so nice to meet you, maybe I will see you here again sometime. Thanks!” He says, pulling forward.

“Wow… Mr. Celebrity, huh? Ahhh the life of a rockstar…” You say coyly, sipping your coffee.

He digs his fingers into your rib cage, tickling you. “Hush it up baby, you are part of that life now.”

The sentiment warms your heart.

A few songs later you are arriving back at his house. He is flitting about the house, doing random things while you scroll your phone on the couch. He walks out the front door, returning a few moments later with a bag and wiggling his eyebrows at you as he heads to the bedroom.

He returns a minute later and sits next to you on the couch, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“What was that?” You ask questioningly.

“You’ll see later.” He says suspiciously.

Hmmm… he is up to something.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and clicks on the text. He shoots his eyes at you.

“Ummm….Jake wants to stop by…. How do you feel about that?” He asks.

“Uh… does he… know?” You ask.

“Kind of…? He knows something is up. He is my twin after all.” He jokes.

“If you are comfortable with it, then I trust you.” You reply, grabbing his hands.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours softly, “He won’t say anything baby, I promise.”

You nod your head, and he texts him back.

A little bit later as you scroll through social media, a knock sounds out on his front door and suddenly you are nervous and your body goes rigid under his arm.

“It’s all good, just relax, okay?” He says reassuringly rubbing your shoulder. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and stands up to walk to the door.

As he opens the front door, you make eye contact with Jake almost instantly, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. He smirks at Josh and makes his way inside.

“Hello doll….” He says with a smile.

“Hello Jake.” You reply.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He says, walking further into the house, placing his sunglasses on top of his head.

“Jake, stop.” Josh quips.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I didn’t know you were here.” He says.

“You’re not interrupting anything, we are just hanging out.” You reply nonchalantly.

“So Joshua, I was coming over to harass you about that riff I sent you earlier. You read my text and didn’t reply. Did you listen to it?” He asks.

“Nope.” He says popping the P. “Been busy. Went and dropped off that paperwork this morning, we just got back a little while ago. I will listen to it. Promise.” He replies, but Jake doesn’t like that answer.

“Do you mind if I steal him away for a few minutes?” Jake asks, looking at you.

“No, be my guest.” You smile, knowing Josh is going to pitch a fit.

“We have to do this right now Jacob?” He sneers, knowing that he hates being called by his full name.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He laughs throwing his arm over his shoulder basically pushing Josh into his office.

A few minutes later you hear a guitar playing through the closed door. It goes silent for a few minutes and then again it starts back up, this time slightly different.

The door reopens and they both come waltzing out.

Jake cuts his eyes to Josh, “Alright now that that is taken care of… what’re you two getting into this evening?” He asks.

“I am taking her down to Franklin, we are going on a date.” He replies.

“Ahh, a date, huh? Well, have fun you two.” He says raising his eyebrows at Josh, who nods his head in response.

They are doing that twin telepathy thing….

“Was a pleasure as always…” He says, walking out the door and nodding his head to you.

“I’ll be right back. ” Josh says, following him out the door.

A few minutes later he walks back in, smiling to himself. You love seeing him interact with his brother, their relationship always warming your heart.

“Okay, sorry about that. He isn’t going to say anything. He knows better.” He says.

“All good.” You smile.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lounging, snacking, and starting a movie. When you both start to get tired you decide to turn it off and put an album on instead. A while later Josh turns to you excitedly.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” He asks and you nod your head in anticipation.

He motions for you to follow him to the bedroom. As you step up to the door he stops you and grabs your face, giving you a long and slow kiss.

“Okay, don’t feel obligated by any means…. I just thought maybe….ah I need to stop talking. Okay go ahead.” He says, opening the door.

You step into the room and on the bed there is a whole outfit laid out for you. You look over your shoulder and he shrugs, smiling.

“Josh when did you… when did you have time to go do this?” You ask, shocked.

“This morning, while you were sleeping.” He smiles proudly.

Ahhh so that’s where he was…

You walk up to the outfit, a black long sleeve sweater wrap dress with a deep V neckline and a bow that ties right at the waist. On top of the dress is a long gold chain necklace with a pendant at the end, and a navy blue silk lace bra. Arguably one of the prettiest pieces of lingerie you’ve ever seen.

“Josh, it’s gorgeous…I love this…” you say, holding up the bra. “But there are no panties….” You say suspiciously smirking at him.

A devilish smile crosses his face, “Oh, I know…get ready, we will need to leave soon.” He walks out of the room and shuts the door. Your cheeks flame at the thought of what he might have in mind for tonight.

Maybe he is a little more naughty than I thought…

You immediately strip out of your clothes and put on the new outfit, shocked at how good it looks and how perfectly it fits. The bra is just… breathtaking. You tie the black bow at your waist, the dress hugging every single curve just right. You pull your curling iron and makeup bag out and head for the bathroom. After about twenty minutes your hair is in big blown-out curls around your face and your makeup is done. You spray a little perfume and step back into the bedroom grabbing the gold necklace, the thin chain falling perfectly down the center of the low cut dress.

You slide on the shoes he picked out, somehow knowing your exact size, and they complete the outfit flawlessly. He has great taste. You look hot and you know he is going to lose his mind when you step out of the bedroom.

You swallow and open the door, walking down the hallway. He lets out a long breath when his eyes land on you.

“Oh my god, you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.” He says, mouth open.

“Josh….” You say bashfully tapping your shoes on the floor.

“You know what, I changed my mind. We are staying here. No one else gets to look at you. You’re mine.” He says playfully, but his eyes have a dark gleam.

“Stop it…. It’s all you. You picked it out…you have really good taste. I love it. So much. Thank you.” You say, lovingly.

“Anything for you, my girl.” He says, reaching out and pulling you forward while kissing your hands. “Okay, there is a glass of wine for you on the counter. Give me 10 minutes to get a quick shower and get changed and then we will go.”

He walks down the hallway and into the bedroom. You hear the shower turn on and you smile, walking over to the glass of wine.

How does he know your favorite?

You sit on the bar stool, just enjoying the music playing on the turntable and sipping your wine. The alcohol already loosening up the nerves in your stomach. Josh knows exactly how to set the mood, spinning The Little Dippers song Forever on the turntable. He even has a candle lit.

Such a romantic.

Right on time, Josh steps out of the bedroom. He is in a pair of light tan denim pants, a white t-shirt with an olive green button down left unbuttoned over top. His hair looks soft and he smells divine.

He’s perfect. So effortlessly perfect.

You snake your arms around his waist as he approaches you. He leans his forehead down against yours and you take the opportunity to press your lips to his. So soft and warm. You almost take him up on his threat of not leaving the house, just so you can have him to yourself.

“You ready to go, love?” He asks.

You nod your head and he places his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the door. He blows out the candle and and turns off the record before he grabs his keys and locks the door behind him. He opens the car door for you with a smile.

Such a gentleman….

As you roll down the road he turns on a playlist that he knows you’ll like before grabbing your hand in his, holding it over the center console. He rubs his thumb over the soft underside of your wrist, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

“So where are we going?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“There is a restaurant I want to take you to. I think you’ll love it. The food is amazing and the drinks are even better. There are a lot of places I want to take you, but this one first.” He says, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the top.

A lit bit later you are stepping into the door of the restaurant. Josh is very prepared and of course made a reservation. He was really serious about the whole ‘real date’ thing. He is doing everything right.

The vibe of the restaurant is very cool, definitely a ‘Josh’ place. It’s got luscious green wingback chairs and modern wooden decor. A modern eclectic vibe.

As the host escorts you to your table Josh places his hand low on your back, almost too low for the public eye.

You look over to him and give him a smirk. He looks back, running his tongue over his bottom lip and biting.

A tingle down below takes you by surprise.

Josh pulls your chair out for you, pushing you in as you sit down. He takes his seat across from you and hands you the drink menu.

“What would you like baby? We can get a bottle, your choice.” He says.

“Red or white?” You ask him.

“Red for me.” He smiles.

“Settled.” you reply flirtatiously.

Soon after ordering the waiter brings the bottle, pouring two glasses of Malbec. He takes your order and leaves you and Josh alone to enjoy each other's company.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Josh. It means a lot to me that you have put so much thought into this.” You say, holding his hand across the table.

“I told you, you deserve everything. And I intend to give it to you.” He replies, lowering his voice with that last sentence. You feel a familiar ache in your lower stomach and adjust in your seat.

You sip your wine as you wait for your meals, the wine letting both of you relax and laugh about little things. Josh’s lips slightly stained from the red wine, and his beautiful smile out on full display. You love how talkative and giggly he gets when he drinks.

A girl nervously approaches your table, clearly one of Josh’s fans.

“Um, hi! I am so sorry to bother you but I just couldn’t leave without saying hi to you. I’m a really big fan, I love your music.” She gushes.

“Hi, nice to meet you! Thanks so much for your support, it means a lot to us.” He smiles at her. “Would you like to take a picture?” He asks her.

“Really? Are you sure?” She asks.

“Absolutely.” He says. He looks to you, “would you mind taking it, love?” He asks.

“Sure!” You reply with a smile.

You snap the photo on her cellphone and she is elated. “Thank you! It was so nice to meet you and I can't wait for your next album!” She says.

“It was so nice to meet you too. Have a great night and hopefully I’ll see you at a show sometime!” He replies with a smile.

She walks off and he sits back down with you. You smile at him, like the cat that ate the canary.

“Oh, hush….you know you’re my girl.” He says patting your hands. “Or do I need to remind you?” He says, giving you a look that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe so, Mr. Kiszka.” You say in a sultry voice.

Your food arrives at the table and you are starving. Josh refills your wine glass and raises his glass for a toast.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight, there is no place in the world I would rather be than right here with you. To many more perfect nights together.” He says.

You blush and clink your glass with his. His eyes sparkle in the dim lighting and you feel a flutter in your chest.

You chat over your meals, his leg rubbing up against yours under the table throughout the entirety. The wine has elicited a sense of arousal in both of you.

Your legs are crossed under the table and a thought runs through your mind... You lift your foot to gently graze his inner thigh.

“Oh… sweetheart that is a dangerous game.” He says in his quiet lower register.

“I like dangerous games….” You reply, continuing the motion and getting dangerously close to the bulge that you’ve created.

“I know you do. But trust me, baby….” He says grabbing your ankle forcefully in his grip, “This game has its consequences.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of consequences?” You ask, licking the edge of your wine glass.

“Oh, keep it up…you’ll find out.” He replies pointedly.

“Maybe I want to find out….” You say, taking a sip of the wine and keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Then, by all means. Please continue….” He says throwing back the rest of his wine.

You bite your pointed finger between your teeth, before running it down your chin, over your neck and stopping as you reach the thin gold chain laying perfectly between your tits.

He bites his cheek and shakes his head, smiling. He reaches down to adjust himself as discreetly as possible. Your arousal pools between your legs, reminding you that you are naked underneath your dress. You aren’t sure what these consequences are, but you can't wait to find out.

You rub your legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. “I think I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave…” you say, looking at him with telling eyes.

“That’s fine, but don’t you dare touch yourself in that bathroom, gorgeous, or the consequences will be doubled. I will know, trust me.” He replies.

Taken aback by his sudden cockiness, you nod your head with a smirk and excuse yourself.

How would he know if I just….

I better not…

Unless….

No.

Minutes later as you make your way back to the table you see a smirk flash across his face. “I see you heeded my warning. Good girl.”

You feel the arousal creeping down your center.

Good girl? Oh, I like this side of Josh…

“You like that? You like to be my good girl?” He asks seductively, noticing the change in your demeanor.

A side smile crosses your lips. You can’t hide how much this is turning you on.

“Oh, you do….” He says, nodding his head. His finger tapping his jawbone.

“I’m not always a good girl, Josh.…” You reply.

“Oh, I am well aware, beautiful.” He says, as the waiter brings the check. He doesn’t even open it or look at it. He slides his card in the top sending it back with him.

“You know, come to think of it… you have been kind of bad tonight…. Teasing me under the table….trying to touch yourself… What should I do about that, do you think?” He asks.

“What do you want to do about it, Josh?” You ask, almost whispering.

“I think you’re about to find out.” He says licking his lips.

You swallow nervously, but you’re extremely intrigued by this side of him that you haven’t seen before.

“I didn’t know you-” you start as he cuts you off.

“What? Didn’t think I could play this game too? There’s still a lot you don’t know about me.” He replies, signing the check before flicking his eyes back to yours, now dark with lust.

“Let’s go, baby, I have plans for us.” He says, pulling you out of your chair.

You bite your lip and quickly stand, grabbing your purse and pulling your dress down.

“Oh don’t bother sweetheart, it’s not going to matter in a few minutes.” He says, whispering in your ear as he escorts you out the front door. His hand slides down the swell of your ass. He looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is behind you before sliding his hand down to the hem of your dress, letting his fingers hook underneath the fabric tugging upward as his fingertips glide across your skin.

“Josh! Someone could see us!” You say, nervously.

“Let 'em. I told you this game had consequences, and you so willingly agreed.” The words rolling out of his perfect mouth.

You reach the car in the now almost empty parking lot across from the restaurant. To your surprise, he opens the back door of his car.

“After you…” he says, motioning you to climb in. You look at him with a suspicious look and he just smirks. Looking around before climbing in after you and shutting the door.

He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him, straddling him in the backseat. His hands are all over you and your mouths connect, harsh and passionate. You grind yourself into him, feeling his rock hard erection on your bare center.

He kisses your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and lightly biting you, eliciting a groan from your mouth. Suddenly he releases you, putting you down in the seat next to him. He slides over to the opposite seat and leans into the window.

“Go ahead.” He says, folding his hands in his lap.

“What?” You say, panting.

“You wanted to touch yourself so bad in the restaurant….well… now you can. Go ahead. I’m going to watch you.” He says. Your eyes about bulge from your head.

Who is this, and what has he done with Josh?

Why is he so fucking hot?

“Lean against the door and face me. I am going to watch you touch yourself, gorgeous.” The words dripping from his lips like honey.

“Josh…” you say bashfully.

“Don’t act all shy now…. Rubbing your foot on my cock right in the middle of the goddamn restaurant. It’s a wonder I didn’t drag you to the bathroom and fuck you right there. Alas, here we are. I’m waiting.” He says, licking his lips.

You stare at him shocked, but you aren’t one to turn down a challenge. You like this side of Josh. You want him to stick around for a while s you press him further.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, leaning back against the door, running your hands up your thighs, lifting your dress up just a little higher on your legs, teasing him.

“Oh, you will. I know you will. You’ll do whatever I tell you. You want me to tell you exactly what to do. Look at you already pushing your dress up. Needy girl… You want me to watch you. You’re getting off on it aren’t you baby?” Josh asks.

He knows you.

He knows exactly how much it’s getting you off because he’s getting off on it too.

You shrug your shoulders and lean back further resting your head on the window. You slide your hand through your thighs and up your center.

“Pull your dress up.” He snaps.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Mr. Kiszka.” You say, pulling your dress up and around your hips, leaving yourself exposed to him.

“In fact, take the dress off. I want to see that gorgeous blue lace on your skin. The dress was just a formality anyway. I have been thinking about what was underneath, and what…. wasn’t… this whole time.” He says.

“You are very demanding you know.” You say, pulling the dress over your head.

“Fucking stunning.” He breathes. “Now touch yourself, my patience is growing thin.”

You flick your eyes to him and slide your hand down as you begin to circle your clit. Your mouth opens as you finally feel some relief. A hiss escapes from his mouth and you slide your fingers through your center, collecting your wetness and returning back to your clit. You notice his breathing become heavier, his gaze never leaving you.

“You wish it were you don’t you Joshy…” you say.

He doesn’t respond, just biting his lips as he watches you work yourself for a minute or two. A moan escapes your lips as your hips gently bow upward. You are close.

“Stop.” He says.

Your eyes flick to his. You don’t stop.

“Don’t make me say it again. You aren’t going to cum yet. Not until I say so.” He demands, effectively denying your release.

Your hand stops, and you bring your fingers up to your lips. Sucking on them slowly, challenging him with your eyes. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m going to fuck you, but it’s going to be quick. Can’t get caught like this.” He says, grabbing your arms and pulling you back to him. He fumbles with his belt buckle, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pushing his boxers down. He pulls you to straddle him.

You press your lips to his, entangling your fingers into his hair like you have imagined all night.

He grabs his cock and lines it up with your center, grabbing your ass and lifting you up. You feel the tip of him pressing at your opening. Neither of you able to wait any longer you both move toward each other, groaning at the mutual sense of relief as he fills you.

He presses kisses to your neck, his hands slamming your hips into his at a rapid pace. You hear him whisper, his hot breath against your neck.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight…you think you deserve this cock?” He asks.

“I think all bad girls need a reminder of why they should be good.” You say. You feel him twitch inside of you, clearly enjoying your response.

“Well let me give you that reminder….” He says, thrusting into you impossibly hard, a scream leaving your chest.

“That’s right baby, scream for me. Tell me you’re sorry. That you’ll be a good girl from now on.” He says, continuing to thrust into you.

“I’m waiting….” He says, his hands releasing your tits from the silky blue fabric.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like this when I’m bad, then I’ll never be good…” you cry out between breaths.

“Wrong answer baby… try again.” He says hitting your g spot, continually. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat.

Holy fuck, I never thought I’d see the day…

“Josh, I’m gonna cum…” you cry out.

He stops moving and releases his hand. “No, you’re not. Not until you apologize for being such a tease.”

“No, you’re edging me. You’re being the tease.” You reply, lifting yourself up and down, begging for him to continue.

“If you don’t like it, why are you moaning?” He whispers into your ear, resuming thrusting into you. You throw your head back and you clench around him.

“God damn it, you feel so good.” He grunts. “Say it. Say it so you can cum baby.”

Desperate for release you admit defeat. “I’m sorry, fuck Josh…. I’m sorry I was such a tease. I’ll be a good girl, I promise….” You cry out.

“Fucking right you will. My good fuckin’ girl. Come for me, angel.” He says.

Like magic his words send your head spinning as your body is flooded with the high of your orgasm. You clench around him as you max out on pleasure. His name leaving your lips.

His hips falter and his breathing becomes erratic as he reaches his own release, spilling inside of you with a final thrust of his hips. His hands tighten on your hips, pushing himself as deep as he can reach.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “That was…” he struggles to find the words.

Instead of letting him finish his thought, you press your lips to his letting your tongue swirl with his for a few seconds before pulling back. You lift yourself off of him and find your dress.

“Get yourself together Mr. Kiszka, you still have to drive us home.” You say, pulling the dress over your head and opening the door, walking to the passenger side, and climbing in.

The drive home is relatively silent. Both of you knowing that if either one of you speak you would never make it home, instead pulling off on a side road and going at it again. Your hands tease each other the entire way home. His rubbing circles on your inner thigh, you gently grazing his hard length over his pants. A groan leaving his mouth every so often and his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel. After what feels like an eternity you are pulling into his driveway, you both collect your things and rush inside.

Josh barely lets you walk through the door before pushing you up against it, furiously kissing your neck, his hands pulling up the bottom of the dress.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Hmmmm…” he groans against your skin.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” You whisper.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand. He locks the front door behind you before pulling you down the hallway. As you reach the bedroom door he pushes it open and flings you inside.

“Get undressed. I will be right back.” He says, walking back out of the room.

You pull off the dress and the bra before taking off the necklace and slipping into the bed. He returns a few minutes later with two glasses of what you’re pretty sure is Whiskey, offering one to you.

You throw back the entirety of it, ready to have him on you again. He watches and throws his back as well, following suit.

“Thirsty?” He asks.

“Are you?” You quip back.

“For you? Always.” He answers.

The alcohol is warming your skin, your cheeks growing hot and flushing pink.

He leads you to sit on the bed next to him and takes your glass from your hand, placing it on the nightstand with his own.

Josh grabs your face between his thumb and forefinger. “You tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.” He demands.

“I won’t.” You reply quietly.

His lips press to yours, biting your lip and pulling it between his teeth, drawing blood. A gasp leaving your mouth at the sting of his bite, and the irony taste in your mouth.

You kiss him back harder, digging your fingers into his scalp. He grabs your wrists from behind his head and pins them down to the bed, above your head.

“No, we are going to do it my way. You had your fun earlier.” He says.

Your eyes widen staring directly into his, desperate for more of him.

“I want to try something, do you trust me?” He asks, his eyes searching yours for permission. You are intrigued, immediately nodding your head feverishly.

“Of course, Josh. I’m yours. However you want me...” He smiles at your words and lays you down on the bed, positioning your head on the pillow leaving you slightly propped up. He climbs over you, positioning his knee so it is pressed right against your clit. You grind your hips forward, hoping to feel a bit of relief.

“So needy already, we haven’t even started.” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to center yourself and relax. You open them again when you hear glass clinking, finding Josh fishing out an ice cube. You shiver in anticipation, mind racing at what he has planned. You had no idea he could be so adventurous in the bedroom but you’re loving every minute of it.

“Okay baby, this might be cold at first. But I promise I will warm you up.” He reassures you, taking the ice cube and dragging it down your neck towards your chest. The cold sensation causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He follows the path he is making with his tongue, the mixture of the icy water and his hot breath feels intense but in a good way. It makes you hyper aware of his mouth and how it feels against your skin. He trails the cube down your sternum and then onto your breasts. He does this painfully slow, watching intently at his own movements, and you are writhing in anticipation. You whimper involuntarily, hoping he will take the hint and give you some relief with his mouth. His eyes snap up to yours and he laughs lightly. “Do you need something, baby?”

“Josh, please. I’m freezing. Need you.” You sound pathetic at this point but you don’t care. “I could get used to you saying that.” He smirks and lowers his head. He begins working his tongue over your nipples, flicking it over them rapidly and causing the ache between your legs to intensify. You buck your hips up, desperate for any sort of touch where you need him most. He brings his hand to your hip and firmly holds it down.

“Uh, uh. Patience, darling.” he narrows his eyes and starts to lower himself down your body. You groan at the loss of contact between your legs as he takes his knee away.

He trails wet kisses down your torso and stomach, taking his sweet time to drag his tongue with each kiss. After what feels like forever he is finally hovering right above your center. He takes the ice cube that is now melting rapidly in his hand and slides it up and down your slick center. The feeling causes you to squirm under him. His eyes watch every move he makes, and his fixation with your body mixed with the cold of the ice makes you feel out of your mind with need.

After a few seconds, the ice cube is gone and he lowers his head to you, licking a hot stripe from your core to your clit. You groan at the feeling, the temperature change causing the sensation to be more intense than usual. You whine his name again, hoping he is ready to show you some mercy.

“Beg all you want, sweetheart but no cumming until I say so. You still have a lesson to learn.” He looks up at you as he laps his tongue against your sensitive bud. Licking it gently and slowly, knowing it is driving you crazy. It’s almost painful how bad you need to feel more. You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into your groin. He removes your arms and pins your wrists against the bed.

All of a sudden his tongue picks up the pace, he moans against you, and the vibrations cause you to lift your hips again. This time he lets you, taking the opportunity to use his fingers on his now free hand. He slowly pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp as he curls them up, hitting the perfect spot immediately. You start to bounce up and down, too impatient to wait for him to move faster.

“Fuck, you look so hot getting yourself off on my fingers. Does that feel good, baby?” his words only push you closer to the edge you are barely standing on.

“Josh, please?” you make eye contact with him and bite your lip, silently asking for your release.

“No.” he quickly pulls his fingers out and flips you over so you are on your knees facing away from him. He roughly grabs you by your hips and pulls you back so your ass is against his pelvic bones. He drags his cock up and down your folds, teasing you by entering the tip with each pass over your center. You back yourself up, trying to take matters into your own hands.

“You want it that bad, baby? Aching to feel me inside you? Such a needy little thing. Fuck I love it…” his voice is so low, and your lower stomach is absolutely on fire with desire.

Finally, he pushes into you, and without any time for adjustment, he is thrusting at a fast and hard pace. Your breath is taken away at the sudden fullness. His dick hits the spot you need each time, and you can feel yourself getting close once again. Your breath is loud now, and he can tell you aren’t going to last much longer.

“Already ready to cum for me, baby? Go ahead, you’ve waited long enough. I want to feel how good I make you feel.” he wraps his arm around you and begins circling your clit with the pad of his middle finger, coaxing you to your climax. Within seconds your vision goes white and you’re riding the wave of euphoria as your orgasm rushes over you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Feels so good. I’m right there too, going to fill you up.” his voice begins to trail off and his breathing gets erratic. He moans your name amongst other expletives and you feel his release pulsing inside of you.

Pulling out slowly, he slides your hair over your shoulder and peppers soft kisses up your back. You flip yourself over and lay your head on the pillow, grabbing his arm and pulling him down next to you.

Enjoying the post orgasm glow you both lay there in each others arms, both panting trying to catch your breath.

A few minutes later you go to stand to head to the bathroom, and he pushes you back down and tells you he will go and be right back. He returns with a warm washcloth and lets you finish the job after his initial attempt. He grabs it back from you, walking to the bathroom and then returning to you.

“Want your normal shirt?” He asks, holding it up.

“Yes....” You smirk back.

He reaches into your bag and then throws you a pair of panties and the t shirt. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and rejoins you in the bed. You are both absolutely exhausted and immediately curl into each other's arms. He turns off the light and sighs into your neck.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight Josh, and for everything before and after. It was perfect. I love it.” You say, barely a whisper.

“I would do anything for you, love.” He replies, turning your face and kissing your lips. “Anything.” He repeats pulling you into him closer.

“I didn’t know you could be so... you’re always so sweet and gentle. I didn’t know if you would ever… be with me in that way.” You stammer.

“I told you, baby, there is a lot you still don’t know about me. But you’re right. I typically like the gentle passionate sex more, or at least I thought. Tonight was… different. I liked it. No. I loved it. I don’t know if we will be able to have gentle sex again any time soon. The look in your eyes? Fuck me… When we both came in the car like that? You’re just so… sexy and confident and… breathtakingly gorgeous… I was always afraid of hurting you but, now I know you like it to hurt, and so do I.” He says.

“I loved it too, Josh. But I love our gentle sex too. I like both. Love both.” You reply.

“Me too, my love.” He whispers.

You’re unsure if it was the wine, the sex or the whiskey, but you are exhausted and already drifting off to sleep.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest? That is from Josh. Without a doubt.

JOSH POV

Pain. Massive headache.

Groaning as you force your eyes open you are met with the blurry sight of hair in your face. Neither of you must have moved last night, both exhausted. You remove your hand from her hip and swipe her hair out of your eyes smoothing it over her pillow. She is still sleeping, her breathing is deep and even.

You roll slightly to grab your phone from the nightstand it shows 2 unread texts. You open the messages and see it's Daniel, having texted you at 3 in the morning.

Daniel: IMAGE

Daniel: Well isn’t that sweet…

What the hell?

You click on the image and it’s a photo from last night, taken from across the restaurant. Pictured is the both of you at the table, her hands interlocked with yours over the table and her foot twisted with your leg underneath, a smile on your faces.

Shit. Where did he get this?

You immediately open Instagram and are met with hundreds of notifications. You swipe them away, looking at your tagged photos and you see it. The girl you met last night. She posted the photo of the two of you, but as you swipe through you also see the offending photo of you and your beautiful date.

Shit. Have they already found her? They are going to attack her. You have to get out ahead of this. This is not how you wanted anyone to find out.

Realizing that there really isn’t anything you can do at this point, you close the app and go back to your texts with Daniel. You sit there, heart pounding trying to think of something to say that would explain the situation, but you can't.

You: I was going to talk to you about it soon.

To your surprise, he replies quickly.

Daniel: How long?

You: A week or so, we were going to just keep it to ourselves for a while. But apparently that wasn’t in the cards. I’m sorry dude, I would have much rather told you myself than have you find out like this.

Daniel: I can’t say I’m surprised and it’s okay, I get it. I have always known there was something with you two. Just take care of her.

You: I promise I will. Bigger issue is the shit storm she’s about to get when people figure out who she is. She is grossly unprepared.

Daniel: Yeah I would make that priority number one this morning, people are already talking.

Josh: Great…I’m on it. Thanks for the heads up. Thankfully one of us knows how to use social media…

Daniel: Lol, of course.

She stirs next to you, you lock your phone and set it back on the table.

She rolls over to face you, “Good morning…” she says placing a soft kiss to your ribs. A shiver runs through your body at the feel of her lips on your skin.

“Good morning beautiful girl.” You reply kissing her forehead.

“I know you just woke up but I need to talk to you…” you say nervously.

You see a look of panic cross her face.

“No, no, nothing like that….The girl that we met last night…. She posted photos.” You say.

“Yeah, I took them, they were good!” She says confused.

“No, baby. Of us. Together. They are on socials.” You say softly.

Concern crosses her face. “Oh…” is all she says.

“I have already been texted about it this morning, Daniel sent it to me at like 3am.” You say. “Not exactly how I wanted him to find out… but he seems to be okay with it.” You say reassuringly.

She nods, unsure of how to respond.

“But that's not the issue… fans are going to start speculating. I just want you to prepare yourself. Most are sweet and really are the greatest people but sometimes they can be cruel for no reason and say things just to get at you.” You say rubbing her arm. “Just wanted you to know. Do you want to see the picture?” You ask and she nods her head yes.

You grab your phone and pull up the photo, showing it to her.

“At least we look cute together.” She says smiling up at you.

“We do.” You kiss her face and set your phone back on the table.

“Just don’t want anything to ruin this. I wanted to keep you to myself, but it seems the universe has other plans.” You say.

“Always does…” She hums.

“Coffee?” You ask her and she nods eagerly.

HER POV

“Okay, beautiful. I will be back in about a week or so. I will miss you!” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Have fun, be careful. Come back to me in one piece!” You giggle.

“Be back before you know it.” He says smiling, his car pulling out of the parking lot of your apartment complex.

You wave goodbye and head back inside to start getting ready for work. A few hours later you find yourself standing behind the bar, wishing your favorite guys would walk in. It's so quiet when they aren’t here. Just hushed conversations and the sound of billiards balls smacking together. Luckily this shift and the next 3 shifts go by quickly and easily. There would only be a few more days until they came back to provide your nightly entertainment.

Each day that they have been gone Josh has texted you cool photos of the places they were, texted you that he misses you and can’t wait to get back to you, and called you each night as he goes to bed. He is really putting in that 100% effort he promised and you feel a sense of happiness that it wasn’t an empty promise that you have become so accustomed to.

As you stand behind the bar tonight the bell rings over the door and a new face walks in. You haven’t seen her before, and you’ll definitely need to ID her.

She looks young…

A few minutes later another girl walks in to join her, and they are sitting at a table in the corner, talking and looking back at you.

God, what are they looking at?

A few minutes later they approach the bar.

“Hi, can I ask you a question? It's gonna sound crazy…” one girl asks.

“Go ahead…” you reply cautiously.

“Have you heard of Greta Van Fleet?” She asks.

Your eyes widen and you realize they are here looking for the guys.

“Yeah, I have…” you say.

The other girl begins to talk, “So… we heard they hang out here sometimes. Is that true?”

Unsure if you should out their nightly routine you avoid answering the question and shake your head dismissively.

“So they do come here….” One of the girls says pointedly.

“No, I didn’t say that.” You reply harshly.

“You didn’t answer?” She says.

“Because it’s not your business.” You reply. “How old are you two? If you’re not over 21, you both need to leave.” You say.

“Oh my god, she's the girl from the picture.” She says, hitting her friend on the arm.

She grabs her phone and pulls up the photo and they both quickly realize that it is in fact you in the picture.

“You’re dating Josh Kiszka?” They both ask shocked.

“What? You two should go…” You reply.

“This is you in the picture, is it not?” She asks showing you the photo.

Flicking your eyes to the photo, you look away after you see it.

“Again, it’s not your business and this is inappropriate. I think you should both leave.” You reply harshly.

“You know, you don’t seem like someone Josh would date. You’re kind of a bitch.” She quips back.

“Excuse me? And just how would you know what kind of person Josh would date? It's sad you think you know anything about him....You're pathetic… get out.” You demand.

The girls stare at each other for a second before turning back to you.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…” she says, stepping away from the counter and walking out the door.

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