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sassymoon · 3 years

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like i would \ s.r fanfic

pairing: spencer reid x reader summary: spencer cheated, and reader wants to get revenge. genre: angst? i think? word count: 1.9k cw: cheating, curse words, talk about sex and mentions of sexual things but no actual smut. (daddy kink, edging, bonding) minors DNI. a\n: yo im on a roll with writing fics (because i dont want to do my uni work but well ignore that). also this is obviously inspired by song like i would by zayn. what is in bold and italic are readers thoughts

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She knows what she's doing is wrong. She knows its childish, stupid and petty. She knows that it will probably do more bad than good. But honestly? She doesn't really care. As she was applying the last touch of her makeup- the dark red lipstick he loves so much, she can't help but grin at her reflection in the mirror. She looks good, damn she will even say she looks hot. Walking to the bar downtown with her head held high and heels even higher, she knows that tonight, she will make him jealous. He will regret breaking her heart, he will regret acting like a complete asshole to her.

The bar would probably be much too crowded for her liking, but you couldn't expect less from a Friday night in DC. she knows he and his team will be here- after all she still follows penelope on instagram and saw her posting a story of all the team sitting and drinking at their usual bar, and him sitting and smiling on the corner, with the little bitch sitting on his lap.

One last look at herself on the black screen of her phone before going in to make sure she still looks good, one last puff to her hair and one last breath. She's ready to get her revenge on Spencer reid.

Her long legs carrying her inside the bar, the bouncer already knows her after being here with him so many times that he doesn't even need to check her ID. a year gone to the drain, she thinks to herself about the first night she met him at this exact bar and letting him into her heart. But she wont allow self pity to take over tonight, no, she did it for the past month and had had enough. Tonight she's going to make him sorry, sorry he ever chose that blonde over her.

The loud music blasts as she makes her way through the crowd, people dancing and grinding against each other without a care. She used to be one of them not so long ago with him, dancing like they are alone and nothing can come between them. Well, nothing besides his ability to keep his tongue in his own mouth. As she talks to the bartender to order her drink, she spots his team sitting in the corner.

‘Now I just need one of them to notice me so I'll have an excuse to come’

she thinks to herself, and like the gods themself heard her, JJ looks her way and waves. She pays for her drink and sways her hips towards the busy table, making sure to have a visible smirk plastered all over her face. “JJ hi! I missed you so much!” The rest of the team moved their heads at the sound of her voice, and though she didn't look in his direction, she could feel him cringe at how close she was to him. All of the team had a fake smile on, trying to hide their obvious tension between you and their teammate. “Me too y\n! I hope you're doing good, we all missed you on our girls night out last week” “Yes y\n, you must come with us next time!” penelope added Y\n took a long sip from her drink and waved her hand in dismissal. “I'm sorry girls, I've always loved hanging out with you, but I don't think we can anymore. I don't think i can trust you while you're still friends with the man who cheated on me” All the eyes that were on you were directed toward Spencer, and awkward silence lingered for a few moments while no one knew what to say, or even wanted to say anything.

‘Step one of the plan complete motherfucker’

After another sip from her sweet drink, and still ignoring Spencer's eyes that drilled holes in her head, she spoke again. “I hope you'll all have a nice time, i'm going to find some better company” Turning around, a huge smirk on her lips, she knew they all looked at her and felt embarrassed about what she said to them. She hoped that Spencer and that girl would feel even worse than the rest. With her glass empty, she left it at a random table and walked over to the dancefloor, just close enough so they all would still be able to see her.

‘It shouldn't be hard to find someone to dance with, i look like a goddess tonight’

With her back towards the table who was still looking at her, she moved her hips from side to side, while grabbing the neck of the man closest to her. His name didn't matter, she didn't really care what he did for a living and if he looked good outside of the dim lights. She only cared that he put his hands on her midsection and pulled her close. After a few songs and some kisses full of tongue, she turned around with his hands still on her, to grind her ass on his growing bulge. She closed her eyes while his hands traveled up, slowly massaging her breasts through her halter top. She opened her eyes and saw exactly what she wanted- straight ahead was Spencer, staring right at her. The little blonde is still sitting on his lap and trying to get his focus back on her. She smiled mischievously at him, looking straight into his eyes while moving her hands on top of the stranger, encouraging him to grab her boobs even harder.

‘Good thing i didn't wear a bra tonight’

She turned around to the young man behind her, excusing herself to the bathroom and saying she'll be right back. As she walked towards the ladies room, she didn't need to look back to know who was following her. Around the corner she was leaning with her back to the wall, waiting for him to show his face. “Hi spencer, long time no see” He stood shocked before her, hands in his pockets, not knowing what to say and how to start this conversation. Why did he even follow her? He had a beautiful girl sitting with him and here he is walking after the woman that told him, in nicer words, to go fuck himself. Sure, he deserved it, but why is he still feeling so drawn to her? Why cant he remain with the other girl, the one that wants him? And most importantly, why is she standing here, looking better than ever, and just laughing at him when he looks at her?

“Cat got your tongue? Or is it the blonde slut that waits for you back at the table that has it?” Spencer ran his hands over his face in frustration. “What are you doing here y\n?” “Just trying to find someone to go home with. Hoping it will be better than the guy i took home from here last time. He was a dick and ended up cheating on me” Spencer's body moved on his own, slowly inching closer to her. As she glanced down, she saw the tent forming in his pants.

‘Step two complete’

“No y\n, I think you came here to make me jealous. You want to make me regret cheating on you, to try and make me feel as bad as I made you feel. I took control from you and you're just trying to take it back.” At the end of his sentence he was so close to her, their faces were almost touching, his hands locking her in a cage near her head. For a moment she felt a bit nostalgic for the first time they were in this situation, but it faded quickly when she remembered who he came to the bar with tonight. “Always the profiler, aren't you daddy?” A small hiss escaped his lips as she said his favorite title. But she wasn't done torturing him yet. She sneaked her hands up his torso as she continued speaking. “I gotta be honest with you, when I walked in on you and that girl last month, I felt betrayed. But now, I only feel sorry for you, you wanna know why daddy?” He started leaving small kisses on her neck, sucking bruises she would have to hide tomorrow. “Tell me princess”

‘This is too easy’

“Because I know you and I know your needs. Being with a girl 10 years younger than you might be exciting in the start, and might be something that most men fantasize about. But what all men fail to realize, that while she might still have the body of a 25 year old girl, she doesn't have the experience that i have” She pushed him closer to her by her hands and wrapped her right leg around his torso to keep him pushed against her. Her lips came close to his ear while she continued. “She doesn't know how to please you, she doesn't know how to touch your body and make you feel like I do.” She trailed small kisses behind his ear and on his neck, feeling his breath stopping while she sucked a bruise on his pulse point, and her hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. “Tell me i'm wrong daddy and i'll stop” But he couldn't speak, she knew he wouldn't be able to. He might like to play dom in the bedroom, but she could control him just as much. “Tell me, does she submit to you like I did? Does she let you edge her for so long that she's begging for you? Does her body feel as good as mine as it wraps around you? Can she take all of you while she's on her knees with tears running down her face? And most of all, does she let you tie her up and leave bruises that will stay for days?” He pulled his head up and looked at her in the eyes. They were dark and his pupils were blown wide, full of lust. All he wanted was to kiss her, to push her into the bathroom stall and fuck her senseless, like he fantasized about in the last month after they broke up. “Youre killing me baby”

‘Oh you haven't seen nothing yet’

She put on the most emphatic smile she could and caressed her palm on his cheek. “I know, and i hope you'll remember how good i can make you feel, because you will never get to have me again” She pushed him off her, walking with her back towards the crowd and her face to the pathetic man infront of her, ready to place her final blow. “I hope that bitch was worth it, because what we had was real and pure. And you fucked up. But that's ok, because I will be able to find another dick to please me, but you will never find someone as good as me. Goodbye forever spencer.”

She walked away from him, not even wanting to hear the poor excuses he would try to say to her. She smiled and waved to the young girl that was staring at her from the table, both of them knowing that Spencer followed her to the back of the bar and why. She slowly pointed at her neck, showing her the purple bruise on her neck that formed from him, seeing how her face fell as she saw it.

‘Maybe now you will feel like i did when i watched you shove your tongue down my boyfriends throat bitch’ And with that, her plan was over. She walked out of the bar, ready to put that chapter of her life behind her. Needless to say, she never came back to that bar again.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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after party. (ft. keigo)

a/n: at this point i hope someone reads and enjoys it (i dont have any influence in this app lol). this is my longest fic yet.

word count: 6k

genre: quirkless AU, nsfw, smut, angst

warnings: fucked up– noncon/dubcon, tw physical abuse, tw emotional abuse, possessiveness, abusive relationships, cheating, intoxication (voluntarily), slight suicidal thoughts, yandere behavior

the behavior displayed by dabi is not love. no one deserves to be treated like shit in a relationship. if you are being abused, please find help.

pairing: dabi x f!reader (x keigo)

summary: keigo takes a liking on you but what does your ex boyfriend, dabi has to do say about it?

you walk out of the uber in your tight little dress with your friend and line in front of the club before the bouncers can check your IDs. your friend was the one who initiated the idea to go party since she had a rough day at work today and you would do anything to make her feel better so you agreed. besides, you were convinced that you were also in need of plenty of doses of serotonin and you haven’t gotten stupidly drunk for a while.

the echoes of the music that you heard from outside has become much louder and clearer as you walk inside the room. a throng of people are already wildly grinding against each other on the dance floor, some are making out and some just watch by their table, sipping on their expensive alcohol. your friend grabs you over by the bar to buy you some drink. one glass quickly turns to two, to three, four and five. you’ve finally reached your high and your body itches to join the crowd so you pull your friend towards the floor and squeeze in between bodies before you start to sway the night away – oblivious to the prying eyes that have been staring at you from one of the vip tables.

you’re mouthing the lyrics as you shake your hips voluptuously with your hands snaking up and down from your hair to your body in a sultry manner, slightly aware of some of the males’ gazes around you but none even dare to make a move. you love how you manage to make their heads turn towards you while you’re doing the least and now you’re just drowning in euphoria and confidence. you know you’re stunning and you made damn sure that the dress you chose for tonight would show off your curves at the right places, not forgetting the hem barely covering your ass. you know you’re a fucking tease to those idiots.

a pair of arms suddenly wraps around your waist and pulls you back, enveloping you into a warm and muscular hold – but loose enough for you to continue dancing. you turn your head back to the person and he raises his eyebrows invitingly as he locks his golden eyes with yours with a devilish smirk that graces his lips and instantly makes your heart leap.

you feel like you’ve hit the jackpot.

you keep on dancing and he slowly follows you from the back. when you boldly tease him by grinding your ass on his mid hard on, you can feel the grip on your hips hardens. with a proud smug tugging on your lips, you confidently turn your head to see him watching you down with his lip already between his teeth. you both know very well the effect you have on him right now.

“if you’re gonna do that, why don’t you come to my table?” he says loud enough in your ear to suppress the banging music.

you pretend to think a little, though you know you can’t (and don’t want to) turn down his offer – not when he’s this attractive because usually you’d easily reject any sleazy and scrawny guys without a second thought whenever they invite you for a drink with them. “i don’t know... should i?” you start to flirt.

“you like being a tease?” his hot breath lingers around your ear as he chuckles, sending a tingling sensation down to your core. “well, you’re damn good at it. come on.”

from the look in your eyes, he already knows your game. he doesn’t give you a moment to answer and only smiles before pulling your hand as he walks you through the crowd. the fact that he is tall and built easily causes people to step away from him, making him look like moses parting the sea. you look around as you follow the man and spot your friend who is long forgotten, dancing with a random guy and giving you a thumbs up before shooing you away, most likely to tell you to just go with him.

by the time you reach his table, another guy that you assume as his friend is already seated and making out with a girl leaning next to him. you don’t have a clue of who they are and the dim lights aren’t really helping so you choose just to ignore it.

“come here, baby.” the blonde pats on his lap as he sits down on the opposite side of the table, directly in front of his friend. there’s something about him that is mesmerizing as a whole and certainly, this man can easily get anyone that he wants. though you initially wanted to play hard to get, you find yourself to obey him, already straddling his laps as asked. you face him, wanting to give yourself a much clearer view of his features. his brows are thick and his lids are a little hooded, not sure if it’s from the alcohol or it’s naturally like that and he has some stubble on his chin. his eyes are dark – is he wearing eyeliner? but his golden irises make them bright at the same time. he’s too handsome for his own good and you’re pretty sure he knows it well.

“such a pretty little thing.” he mumbles as his hand caresses your cheek and you’re hoping he doesn’t notice how your skin warms up to his touch.

you move your hips closer to his, your core grinding tauntingly through the fabric close to his groin. he rests his hands low on your back – too low and guides your hips as you continue to grind and roll against him, all while maintaining eye contact with you.

“keigo. you can say it.” he suddenly says as he notices how you bite your lip from escaping any shameful noises as he bucks his hips closer to your needy cunt. you blankly stare at him before realizing that he just told you his name, most probably hear you to moan out. embarrassed, you lean and hide your face on the crook of his nape, involuntarily sniffing his cologne as you inhale. fuck, he also smells amazing.

he laughs, “thought you were cheeky, but you’re also shy, huh?”

the fact that he knows that he has the power of making you feel flustered gets on your nerves. as a retaliation, you bite the soft skin on his neck and successfully feel his body tenses up a little as a response. you grin victoriously against his skin and decide to deliberately try to get more reaction from him as you begin to suck and nibble on the same spot and it’s already making him shudder.

“already marking me, babe?” keigo looks at you as you pull away. “i’ll be sure to put ‘rough’ on the list then.” he grabs and squeezes your ass before pulling you into a hungry kiss, taking you off guard but you’re more than happy to return. you can feel that your dress is moving up almost revealing half of your ass from the way he keeps on clutching it along with the fabric and his friend can probably see a bit of your panties but you couldn’t care less, not when you feel so needy right now.

“get a room.” a deep voice from the other side suddenly interrupts.

keigo pulls away and glares at his friend past your shoulder. the remark alone suddenly makes you feel bad and ashamed so you think it’s best if you don’t turn around, no matter how much you want to tell him to piss off-- but he also probably paid for the table so you have no place to say that at all.

“shut up, dabi.”

dabi?

sure, you’re tipsy but you’re sober enough (and not deaf) to clearly hear what keigo said and it’s a name that you never want to come across again, let alone the person himself. you don’t want to be reminded of the person that hurt you so many times before. the person who threw out a year long relationship for his own desires and constantly making you feel bad about yourself, like you’re not enough and blamed you for the reason of why he cheated on you. the thoughts and memories of him haunted you for so long and you were grateful when you finally managed to get over it but now... guess you thought wrong.

the feeling of embarrassment you had is replaced by fear. you don’t have to see it but you know that dabi is wearing that ugly smirk when he sees how your body freezes and quick to pull down your dress properly. in a second, your brilliant portrayal of femme fatale suddenly vanishes into thin air. the bass from the music suddenly feels so loud and it makes your head dizzy. god, it’s all too awful. keigo notices your uneasiness that his jackass friend caused and he immediately pulls you into a hug. he apologizes to you but you can only manage a meek nod of your head.

“let’s go somewhere else.” he comforts you before you get off his lap and stand up with him to leave. your head is hanging low, staring at nothing but the floor. you can’t comprehend what you’re feeling right now. is it embarrassment? horror? anger? are you being set up? you can’t bring yourself to look at dabi in the eyes and you don’t want to be in his presence any longer. you’re already wishing for the ground to swallow you whole. you just want to leave. somewhere. anywhere.

“leaving already? don’t want to introduce me to your friend?” keigo stops in his tracks before turning around to his friend with an eye roll. you, on the other hand, aren’t sure whether the question is directed at you or keigo but you can feel that dabi is intensely burning holes through you and it makes you want to puke.

keigo wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, “sorry. i don’t think she wants to know you, dude.” he sneers and walks away with you before dabi gets the chance to say anything. the last thing keigo wants is a fight with his friend right now. he’s the worst when he’s drunk, after all.

“i’m sorry about my friend,” keigo apologizes again as he leads you to his car and opens the passenger’s door for you before walking around it and getting in the driver’s seat. “but that’s dabi for you. annoying fella.” he laughs and starts the engine.

“it’s fine.” it isn’t – but you force a smile and you don’t want him to think that you’re weird-- you have to keep up and act normal. keigo sighs in relief and puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently as he drives the whole way. from your understanding and the way he talks about him, keigo probably doesn’t know that you and dabi used to be a thing and you don’t plan on telling him much about your life either. it’s not a surprise since dabi was the one that wanted the relationship to be discreet – or in his book it’s called “lowkey” or “private”. it felt like he was hiding you from a part of his world.

thus, he barely (or most likely never, if he didn’t hold your hand on dates) showed you off and you had never met his family and friends. you were so in love with him so you tolerated, but the moment you started to bother him by asking why (or when you asked him to post your pictures together on his stories at least), he’d lose his shit. he said that he was not into those kind of stuffs and he hated and cringed when people showed off their partners excessively, so putting himself on the same level as them was the last thing he wanted-- until you found out the real reason: he was fucking around behind your back.

and it didn’t happen once. it was hard but you forgave him the first time when he apologized. he said he was so sorry, he’d change and he couldn’t live without you, all those things you wanted to hear. you knew you had and wanted to give him a chance. you loved him but trust wasn’t something that was easy to build and you were always wary of him a couple of months after that. he found it ridiculous when you tried to check his phone so much, said that you were overreacting and it often broke into a fight. deep inside, you knew he was doing it again. you’d yell at each other and one of you would end up bruised after. later he’d say he was sorry for what he did, make up with hot sex, whisper sweet nothings to you and you would forgive him again – and the cycle repeated itself. in the end, there was never a proper closure but the day he took away all his belongings from your place, you both knew it was already over and none of you ever said anything since then. it was devastating but so liberating.

right now, you’re not sure where keigo is taking you and you don’t care because you’re just glad that you and him didn’t have to deal with your ex for too long back there. keigo tries to crack some jokes as he drives and keeps on recommending to you the songs that he currently likes by playing it on the radio. your mood lifts up gradually as you hear him sing and the thought of dabi slowly becomes a blur.

he brings you to his house (or mansion, by the size of it) and offers you a drink. he’s regretful that he couldn’t buy you a drink earlier since he ended up just making out with you before the whole dabi fiasco happened. so he brings out one of his expensive liquors for both of you before nuzzling on his sofa. after a light hearted conversation and a few sips of the alcohol, you’re quick to get drunk and giddy again. keigo softly caresses his hand up and down your thigh as you mumble nonsense but the lack of response from the male makes you turn your head to him and he’s already staring at you. it’s quiet for a few moments before both of your reddened faces inch closer and you impatiently crash your lips onto his. he hums into the kiss while his hands rub gently on your sides.

“not here.” he bites your lower lip and picks you up bridal style. you giggle as he brings you upstairs to his room before throwing you on his bed. keigo gets on top of you and kisses you hungrily, only pulling away to take off his shirt to reveal his toned body and goes back to kiss you again. his hands roam greedily all over your body as if you’ll be gone if he lets go before slipping one of his hands under your dress, feeling the wet pool already formed against the thin fabric.

“oh?” he smirks, rubbing your wet slits with his fingers and watches you as you squirm under him. keigo immediately leans down between your legs and licks a wet strip through your panties. “i wanted to give payback for what you did, but i can’t wait anymore.”

keigo pulls your panties to the side and starts to lap off your juices like a starved man, the aftertaste of the liquor he had earlier replaced by your flavor. your legs begin to tremble as his tongue expertly licks your clit and through your folds. keigo watches you between your thighs, your mouth gaping as you chant his name repetitively like a prayer while your hands clench on his soft pillow.

“cum on my face, baby.” he soothes his erection against the mattress, grinding through the sheets as he focuses on making you orgasm.

“oh, fuck – keigo!” you squeal as he slides in two fingers inside your sloppy cunt and the lewd sloshing sounds do nothing but make you and keigo even more aroused. you press your thighs together as you feel the coil inside you tighten up but his free hand pushes them apart from crushing his head. with a suck on the clit, he eventually pushes you over the edge and he grins proudly as you cum. he licks your juices off and hovers back up to you and kisses you again, making you taste yourself.

“you taste so fucking good,” he whispers as he pulls the straps of your dress down to reveal your breasts before getting up to his knees to take off your panties and anything he has left, freeing his hard cock. “i’m gonna leave you with that on because you look so –” he smacks your thigh, “fucking hot in it. pretty sure you thought hard about wearing that dress.” he chuckles.

“happy to know it’s doing its job.” you giggle as you eagerly spread your legs again before him. god, alcohol really makes you forget every ounce of shame you’re supposed to have, doesn’t it?

keigo gives his cock a few pumps with his hand before he leans forward to slide inside your soppy cunt and he hisses as the warmth engulfs him while you feel every vein against your tight walls. he slowly starts to move his hips when he hears you moan his name again before building up the pace. you wrap your legs around his waist and he leans closer to you, enabling you to hold him while he fucks harder.

“fuck,” he groans. “you feel so good.”

your nails are clawing his bare back, making him want to thrust into you faster. the quiet room now filled with moans, squelching sounds and skins slapping against each other. keigo nibbles on your neck while his hand reaches down to press and circle your neglected clit, quickly causing you to reach your climax.

“wanna cum!” you cry, the aftermath of your previous orgasm making you sensitive even more.

“yeah? baby wants to cum on my cock?”

“please, please, keigo!” you beg as your toe curls and the legs you have wrapped around him pushes him down and deeper into you. you can feel your walls tightening as he thrusts harder through the spongy walls and with a couple more circles on your clit, your eyes roll back as you come undone. keigo continues to fuck you and you can feel that he’s close by the way his cock twitches inside you before he shoots ropes of thick cum inside you.

the both of you are left in a daze as you pant and keigo slowly pulls out his cock before laying next to you and pulls you close into his warm embrace.

“you did so great, baby. oh, god.” he says between breaths as he caresses your hair and kisses your head. the silent ambience and the fact that the both of you are dead tired from the whole night eventually causes the both of you to fall asleep in each others’ arms instantly.

you wake up suddenly and see that it’s still dark outside. you can only assume that it’s currently four to five in the morning and you turn to your side to see keigo is still sleeping peacefully next to you. you know it’s best to not stay around any longer, you’re not looking for a relationship though it’s a shame because telling by the way he treated you, this man is just amazing.

then again, you only know his name. worse, he’s a friend of your ex boyfriend and that’s just kind of fucked up in a lot of ways.

quietly getting off his bed, you put back on your panties and carefully open the door before walking back downstairs. the place is so huge but you manage to find your handbag from the sofa earlier and head straight outside before you can call the uber back to your apartment. surely you hope keigo doesn’t mind that you’re leaving him so suddenly. heck, you might even be doing him a favor. he was nice and thoughtful to you throughout the night but it’s really hard to put someone that’s been around dabi in your good graces now.

the elevator stops on your floor and you walk through the same, familiar hall while rummaging through your handbag to look for your keys through the receipts that you always reminded yourself to but forgot to throw out from your bag. the minute you lift up your head to watch where you’re going, you stop in your tracks as you see a man leaning against your door. a man that you thought you’re not going to see so soon and now you’re thinking that staying with keigo until the morning probably was the best idea.

but it’s too late for that. he already notices you.

you can feel your blood boiling and your hands clenching into a fist. he’s wearing that stupid smirk that you’ve always used to adore – the same one that made you swoon once but now it only makes you want to punch him hard and break a tooth or two – if only you’re brave enough.

“the fuck you’re doing here?” you snarl at him with every ounce of bravery you still have inside you. you’re grateful that you don’t sound as meek as you expected to but seeing you like this amuses him even more. he had always liked it when you were all riled up until he thought that it was annoying and ‘had’ to get physical to shut you up.

dabi whistles, “mm, feisty.”

you roll your eyes and ignore him as he steps away for you to open your door. you try to remain calm and stop your hand from shaking as you insert and twist the key through the keyhole so he won’t even get the hint that you’re shitting inside your pants right now. you quickly get inside your house once it’s unlocked and instantly push the door close, but to only have his foot to stop it from closing. you begin to panic and try to push the door harder while he tries to push the door back from the other side.

“let me in.” he slurs as he leans down to meet you on eye level. the azure eyes that used to be captivating and mesmerizing are now dark and horrifying-- like when he used to look down at you condescendingly while your body was trembling on the floor.

“no! dabi! you’re drunk!” you scream as tears begin to prickle your eyes.

“don’t be like that. come on, i just wanna talk.” he says calmly with a smile, in an attempt to calm you down, though the smile doesn’t really reach his eyes and only scares you even more. you’re certain that he can see fear running through your eyes.

“fuck off!” you push the door with all the strength you have left. you’re not naive, you know that dabi is far stronger than you and you can only hope for a miracle to happen right now – for someone up there to suddenly grant you superhuman strength so you could shove the door right in his face or to just make dabi give up from pursuing you.

but you can only hope. there’s no such thing as super powers and you know damn well your ex boyfriend is not the type to easily give up on the things he wants.

“let. me. in.” he threatens under his breath. “you don’t want to make me angry.”

a wave of bitter flashbacks creeps into your mind again, as if seeing his face isn’t enough to remind you of the past you desperately want to forget. you feel your body tremble and grow weaker as you look at the monster outside your door again and when he feels the force from your side drops, dabi takes the opportunity to easily push back the door and invites himself in and makes sure to lock the door before turning to you.

your shaky legs weren’t enough to support you and caused you to tumble back when the door swung open. you look down to the floor as you shake and sob while dabi walks slowly towards you before kneeling down in front of you.

“baby, look at me.” he coos.

your body stays frozen in place, your head suddenly weighs too heavy to lift itself up. you’re a sobbing mess and you don’t want him to see that. judging from the experience you’ve had with him, you know it’s wise to not make him repeat things twice so you slowly force yourself to look up at him to see his blue eyes already taunting you. dabi shushes you as you cry even harder when you face him and he gently strokes your hair to soothe you. his touch is far from comforting and it’s nothing like how keigo played with your hair earlier.

“you missed me that much?” he chuckles as he wipes away your tears with his calloused thumbs. you’re too afraid, you can’t even muster any reaction no matter how much you want to, you can only weep in his hold.

“i know i was happy when i saw you,” his lips curl into a grin before it swiftly turns into an unpleasant scowl as he replays the scene inside his head. “until you decided to whore out for my friend. right. in. my. fucking. face.”

you quickly shake your head to deny his accusation. well, it’s true that he’s friends with keigo but how could you have known? you couldn’t even see him when a girl was literally sucking off his face when you came up to their table! let alone the fact he never introduced you to his friends while you were together!

“n-no– i didn’t know–”

an abrupt loud pang echoes throughout the room. it was so quick but now, somehow, you suddenly feel a stinging pain on your cheek. your eyes widen as your palm reaches for the burn on your skin, as if to reaffirm yourself that yes, you just got slapped by dabi. again.

“you don’t get to talk back.” he scoffs as he looks at you in irritation.

your fear turns to anger and it suddenly gives you courage to defend yourself. you start to wail again and push his body away from you, to make an effort for him to walk out the door – to go away. you keep on pushing his chest and his hands whenever he tries to grab a hold of you. you’re aware that you look and sound hysteric but you just want him out. out of your house, out of your life forever.

of course, it’s a pathetic display to dabi. he went through this with you before, you’d never win against him and it would never make the slightest change. he’s two times your size, a little push won’t budge him. it only annoys him more.

dabi easily grabs your wrists with one of his hands while his other free hand grabs you by the hair from the back of your head, yanking your head to tilt upwards. understanding that this is your utter defeat, you can only manage to sob helplessly again.

“you didn’t know?” he growls. “you did it just to spite me, didn’t you?”

you try to shake your head no, but the stinging pain from your scalp won’t allow you.

“did you fuck him?”

you don’t answer, not even a nod or a shake of your head as you only continue crying.

“did you,” he clutches harder and causes you to wail louder, “or did you not?”

you’re convinced anyone can hear you through the wall but what are the chances for your neighbors to actually want to get involved this early in the morning? especially when they’re the type to only mind their own business.

“fuck. you did.” he sees the distinctive bruise on your neck and finally pushes you free from his grasps – as if the sight of it makes him feel disgusted that another man had already fucked you. but it’s okay! he can turn that around and make it right. “you’re gonna make up for me, yeah?”

you swallow hard as you look at him, unsure if you can speak so you carefully manage a timid whisper, “wh-what do you mean?”

dabi's lips tug into a smirk. he’s glad you asked.

“i’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna take it. i’m gonna make you forget about that asshole.”

you shake your head no and start to crawl away but dabi is quick to grab and pull you back to him. if you had a book about yourself, he already finished reading it. he knows you like the back of his hand by now and you both know that.

dabi positions you on your knees, cheek rests on the hard, wooden floor so you can directly stare at the wall and pushes your back down into a desirable arch that gives the best view of your ass for him. when you try to wriggle out from his rough grasps on your hips, he gives a hard slap on your ass.

“doll, it won’t hurt if you behave.” he chuckles darkly as he pulls his pants along with his briefs down to his knees before pushing the hem of your dress up to your waist, revealing the panties that were peeking in front of him earlier.

“dabi, please. don’t do this.” you glance back towards him pleadingly but he only snickers in amusement.

“shh, i’ll be gentle this time.” he takes off the flimsy fabric down to your knees before rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb and he continues doing so until he feels a wet slick slowly starting to drool from your cunt. with a stroke of his tongue, he laps off your juices and hums at the taste that fills his buds. oh how he missed it, how he always adored how you tasted in his mouth.

you bite your lip to suppress any whimpers when his warm tongue glides on your throbbing clit ravenously. it shouldn’t feel good, but it does. you keep reminding how much you hate him and the millions of reasons why but god, he’s so good, it’s leaving your mind in a haze. he still remembers where and how to make you ache for him. unlike him with other girls, he memorized every inch of your body because you’re just that special to him.

dabi glances at you to see how your brows are already knitted together as you close your eyes shut and your lips pressing into a thin line to try not to entertain him with any sort of reaction. it’s so endearing.

dabi pulls away and slaps your ass, “you like that, doll?”

you keep quiet and refuse to look at him but he is quick to draw your attention to him as he rubs the tip of his cock along your sloppy folds, coating his cock with your slick and nudges on your clit with his tip while your body trembles underneath him. he spits on your cunt before he presses the tip of his cock in, causing you to gasp at his thick girth.

“so fucking –” he grunts as he pushes inside through your walls, “tight.”

you whimper as you feel him stretch you out but once you quickly get used to it, you subconsciously buck your hips closer to him to take him more. dabi chuckles in amusement when he sees how you easily give in and stroke his ego by submitting yourself to him. he knows he could never be replaced. he knows how your tight cunt still remembers how his cock felt inside you.

he groans in deeply as he starts to thrust his cock in and out of you before picking up into a much brutal pace and your nails start to claw and dig the plain floor, “t-too much, dabi!”

your cries fall into deaf ears as he drowns himself into his own pleasure while you try your best to take him in until you’re quick to acclimatize to his rhythm and you start to mindlessly slip out moans after moans from your lips in a sinful chant.

dabi smirks arrogantly as he watches you becoming a mess for him and he leans down closer, causing the tip of his cock to hit your cervix each time he rams inside. “bet he didn’t fuck you this good, hmm? bet you were– fuck– thinking of my cock instead.”

your mind is hazy as you’re succumbed into your carnal desire, already fucked dumb by his thick cock to even build coherent sentences so a few single ‘yes’ are the only thing you can manage to say.

“you’re clamping down on me baby,” he laughs. “gonna cum in this tight cunt, yeah?”

his words send a jolt of electricity down to your core and your breath begins to hitch as you’re able to feel your third orgasm for the night begin to wash over your body. dabi realizes this as he feels your body shaking under him and your walls contracting around his cock. he takes this chance to slow down his pace so he can hear you beg for him. he wants to be reminded that only he can make you feel this good. not his friend keigo, no one.

“w-wanna cum!” you whine in desperation as your hips buck to meet his thrusts.

“yeah? say my name.” he taunts. to be calling for his name in a situation like this is humiliating enough and he lives for this moment. he loves how he’s able to turn you into a dumb, drooling mess for his cock and itching for a release.

“d-dabi, please.”

“whose fucking pussy is this?” he gives a deep thrust as he emphasizes the word, making you yelp in surprise.

“y-yours!”

“you’re goddamn right.” he continues to pound into your tight cunt relentlessly before his hand reaches to press down and rub your clit with his thumb, just enough to make you see stars and lips part in a silent scream as you finally come undone.

dabi groans as he feels your walls clamping around his cock, his nails already forming red, crescent shapes as he continues to chase after his own orgasm.

“fuck– i’m gonna fill up this pussy.” his thrusts begin to stutter as he feels his climax washes through him and his cock twitches inside you before he releases hot cum inside you.

dabi’s grins proudly as he watches your limp body slumped down against the floor as he pulls out his cock. he makes sure to put back the dripping cum inside your cunt with his finger, making you shriek weakly from overstimulation.

the both of you say nothing as he picks you up and takes you to your room. both are too drained for any further arguments and he’s glad that you’re not trying to make a fuss anymore. he puts you on your bed and you swiftly turn to your side before feeling the bed dips behind you as he puts his weight down on it.

dabi wraps his arm around you and presses your back to his chest. you went through so much tonight, you can’t even bother to cry anymore and you’re too numb to process all your feelings right now. you don’t know what will happen tomorrow instead you wish it won’t come at all.

“we’ll start over.” a faint voice suddenly cracks the silent room.

you want to laugh. with your clouded mind, you can’t make up whether it’s dabi who just said it or is it only a voice in your mind that subconsciously replays the same damn sentences that you heard way too often after each time you were laid bruised and limp on the bed, in the exact same position as you and dabi are now. nonetheless, you remain still and ignore it as your eyelids start to feel too heavy to keep your eyes open and your vision fades into darkness, despite the warm orange morning glow looming in the corner of the room as the sun begins to rise.

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Liquid Courage

A/N: Okay, so, this Sonny Carisi x reader fic was literally just an excuse to write drunk!Sonny. Idk how it got so long, but here we are. My headcanon is that Sonny is...touch starved is the wrong adjective. Affectionate? Touchy? Something. Hope y'all enjoy!

Tags: SVU talk, alcohol mention

Words: 3270

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You were standing in the vast hallways of the courthouse, waiting to hear if your testimony helped at all. You were a Medical Examiner for the Manhattan NYPD, meaning you couldn’t tailor your statements like the detectives or victims could; you only spoke about the facts. And the facts were simple; with the injuries the deceased sustained, they died from asphyxiation. Could it have been caused by their husband wrapping a soft material around their throat? Of course. Could it also have been caused by the victim hanging herself in her room? Yes, it could. The same could be said for a thousand other scenarios. The difference was the husband was found to be abusive, and it was highly suspected that he killed her. But that was the detective’s job. Yours was to give them the facts. Did you want the sick fuck behind bars? Of course, but that wasn’t what you were called for—no opinions, just facts.

The SVU squad caught up with you quickly; Olivia, Amanda, Fin, and Sonny. You adverted your eyes when you saw Sonny; you had a crush on him, though you were only friends. At first, you were just the ME, hardly talking to him…or any of the squad, really, outside of work-related things. But he was charming and made it a point to talk to you every time he visited about, well, everything. Soon enough, you knew all about his family, and he knew about yours. He even invited you over for game night with the squad a few times.

“Jury back yet?” you asked as they got closer. You asked Olivia, but your eyes darted to Sonny a few times, your cheeks burning. He, of course, decided to stand right next to you, close enough to touch.

“Not yet; it’s only been a few hours—” Olivia was cut off as her phone pinged. She pulled it out of her pocket, glancing at the screen. “Never mind; jury’s back now.” You followed them to the courtroom, and congratulated them all, including Barba, when the jury came back with a guilty conviction.

“Celebratory drinks?” Amanda asked, grinning. Everyone agreed with that…except for you.

Sonny looked to you expectantly, but you shook your head. “I’d love to, but I’d rather decompress at home,” you replied, smiling sheepishly.

The detectives all nodded in understanding. Sonny patted your arm lightly, muttering a, “you’ll be missed. See ya on Monday,” before following his coworkers. You trailed behind before splitting from the group, heading home while they headed in the direction of Forlini’s.

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You were at home, reading a book while soft piano music played softly on your speakers. You jumped as your phone rang. Looking at the id, you cocked an eyebrow. Sonny was calling you?

“Hey, Sonny; everything okay?” you asked as you answered.

There was loud music playing and voices before Sonny’s voice overpowered them all. “Heyyyy doll! I hope you’re doing okaaaay.”

Oh god, he was drunk. You let out a little huff of laughter, shaking your head. “I’m doing just fine, Son. How’re you?”

“I-I miss you,” he hiccupped, and your cheeks burned. “I wanted to l-let you know….” He pulled away from the phone for a moment, talking to someone before he was back. “I app-appreciate all you do, and I-I looooove youuuu~.” He dragged out the last two words, saying them in a sing-song voice.

Your heart leapt into your throat. He was obviously drunk; he didn’t mean it like that…or did he? “Do you need me to come pick you up?” you asked, concerned.

Sonny’s words all melded together and you couldn’t understand what he was saying anymore.

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Stay. There,” you ordered, pulling your shoes on. At least he was with his squad. He slurred something else unintelligible before hanging up, and you rolled your eyes, a small grin on your lips.

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You made it to Forlini’s in record time, glancing around at the patrons, looking for the lanky detective. He wasn’t too hard to find; in the corner of the bar was the whole SVU squad, and Sonny was loud. He was laughing at something, pounding his hand on the table, his head thrown back as he guffawed. Picking out a path towards him, you weaved through the crowded bar feeling completely out-of-place in your sweats and loose shirt.

Once close enough, you reached a hand out, laying your hand on Sonny’s elbow. He jumped, whipping around to look at you and almost falling off his seat in the process. His cheeks were rosy, and he had the widest grin on his face as his watery eyes focused on you.

“You came! Can I b-buy you a drink?” Sonny asked loudly, his voice carrying over the rest of the cacophony in the bar.

You gave him a soft smile. “Actually, I think it’s time to take you home, Son,” you replied. The rest of the squad seemed to be in various states of sober or tipsy, but Sonny was obviously the one that was gone. He didn’t object as you helped him stand, waving a goodbye to the rest of the squad, and pulling him through the bar.

“Guys! The hot ME is taking me home!” Sonny yelled, and you ducked your head, your face on fire. Other drunks in the bar congratulated him, and you as well, as you made your way through the throng. You just wrapped an arm tighter around Sonny’s waist, pulling him towards the exit.

Once outside, Sonny wrapped his arms around your midsection, pulling you close to him. “Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked, resting his head on top of yours.

“You may have mentioned it on the phone,” you commented, trying to drag him towards your car.

Sonny was having trouble walking straight, mostly because he was trying to wrap himself around you. “I mean it, d-doll. You’re so fuckin’ smm-art and pretty and funny and cute and beautiful…” he trailed off, leaning almost completely on you now, his weight crushing you.

“Uh huh,” you replied, smiling despite yourself. You knew he was only saying this because he was drunk; sober-Sonny would never be like this. It left a pang of sadness in your heart, because you really did like him. But come tomorrow, he’d remember none of it, and life would go back to normal.

You made it to your car and deposited him in the passenger seat, buckling him in. Sonny attempted to get out, but the seatbelt held him down. He seemed confused, pulling at the material across his chest as you slid into the driver’s seat. You cracked his window so that he’d get some fresh air and pulled away from the curb. You knew where he lived, so you headed in that direction.

“Love you,” Sonny muttered, his eyes glued to your face. You smiled, ignoring the fluttering those words made burst forth. Only in your wildest dreams did Sonny say those words to you, but he’s said it so much tonight...at least it would fuel some late night fantasies. You jumped as his hand connected gently with your head. You were about to ask what he was doing until you realized; he was petting your hair.

“So soft…” he breathed, his fingers twining through the strands of hair. Your breathing hitched slightly, and you tried to focus on the road.

“Is there a reason you’re petting me?” you asked, chuckling lightly.

“Cause your hair is so soft, so pretty…feels so nice,” Sonny replied. You were thankfully getting close to his place when you noticed him moving; it seemed like he was trying to fight the seatbelt, but couldn’t quite figure it out.

“What are you doing?” you asked, alarmed.

Sonny grunted against the impossible belt holding him down. “Wanna cuddle. Wanna hold you.” He said it almost angrily, but that was directed more at the damned seatbelt holding him from you.

“Sonny, stop struggling; wait until we’re not in the car,” you instructed. He let out a huff of defeat, sinking into the seat grumpily before dissolving into giggles.

You pulled up in front of his apartment complex shortly after. As you got out and came around to his side, you let out a chuckle, watching Sonny fight and lose against the seatbelt. You hurried to open his door, leaning across him, and clicking his seatbelt off.

“Freedom!” Sonny cheered as you helped him out of the car. Though, now free of the car, nothing stopped him from draping his body over yours, leaning over your back.

“Sonny, this isn’t helpful—” you started before he cut you off.

“Mmm cuddles,” he murmured, his voice directly in your ear, slurring even worse than before.

You struggled under his weight as he forced more of himself on you, wrapping his arms completely around your torso and arms, leaning almost completely on top of you, forcing you to bend forwards under his weight. “S-Sonny…I need you to walk with me, man,” you huffed, trying to take the few steps into his building.

“Can we cuddle, though?” Sonny asked, wrapping a leg around your waist.

You had to stop walking, spreading your legs so that he didn’t completely throw you off balance. “Oh my god; yes, we can cuddle. But let’s get inside first.”

Reluctantly, he peeled himself off you…mostly. He kept his arms around you as you tried to hurry to his door, before he changed his mind and rewrapped around you.

“Keys?” you asked as you made it to his apartment.

Sonny seemed barely conscious at this point, leaning fully on you again, but from the side this time. You had to lean partly against the wall to keep from falling. “You’rrrrre prettyyy,” he hummed in your ear.

“Yes, thank you. Where’s your keys?” you repeated. Sonny swayed on his feet, blinking slowly, showing no signs of hearing you. You sighed, reaching into his pockets, searching for any kind of jingling. You found his phone and wallet easily enough before your fingers closed around his keyring.

As you pulled your hand out of his pants pocket, he said in a low voice, “I like when you touch me.”

Heat rushed to your face, and you ignored him, as well as the rush of arousal you felt, and unlocked the door. “Come on,” you grunted, dragging him over the threshold. You half led, half carried Sonny back to his bedroom. Once his bed was in sight, Sonny extracted himself from you, moving to collapse onto the mattress, face-first and laying diagonally across it, legs dangling off the side. Bending down, you were able to get his shoes off quickly before he rolled onto his back.

He reached out for you, muttering, “cuddles” over and over again as you shook your head at him.

“Hold on, Son. Let me go to the bathroom really quick,” you lied. You had no intentions of cuddling with him, nervous about what he may do. Sonny was a good guy, but alcohol was a hell of a drug.

He nodded to you, letting his arms fall to his sides. You quickly leaned over him, loosening his tie and pulling it off. “Be right back,” you said, leaving his room and closing the door behind you.

Searching in his kitchen, you quickly found glasses. You filled one with water before heading back towards his room. You debated finding food for him, but water seemed more important right now. That is, until you opened his bedroom door and found him passed out. Sighing once more, you deposited the glass on his nightstand, then reached into his pockets, pulling out his wallet and phone. His charger was laying on the floor by the nightstand, and you plugged in his phone while he snored loudly. Then, as gently as you could, you lifted his legs and pulled them to the bed, angling him so that his head was on the pillows…more or less.

Shaking your head slightly and fighting a smile, you crept out of his room, letting him sleep it off. You wondered if you should just go home, but you were worried about him; he had gotten pretty drunk. Making your way back to the kitchen, you glanced in his fridge. He kept it well-stocked, and you vaguely remembered him telling you he liked to cook. Nodding to yourself, you went to the couch in the living room, making yourself comfortable, and falling asleep quickly.

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You awoke early in the morning. The apartment was silent, and you stretched before getting up. After splashing some water in your face while in the bathroom, you made your way to the kitchen. You took out the eggs, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, cheese, and salsa you had found the previous night. You weren’t a whiz in the kitchen, but you could make an omelet easily enough. Searching through cabinets for pans, you also found a cheese grater. You glanced at the potatoes in a basket on the counter, deciding to add some hash browns to the mix. Greasy food was the best for hangovers. Finding the pans, you started grating the potatoes, letting them cook a bit before starting on the meat.

There was a beep behind you, and you jumped before you realized it was the automatic coffeemaker. You searched until you found mugs, then made yourself a cup as you cooked. Once the meat and potatoes were done, you turned everything to low, waiting for Sonny to wake up. Eggs don’t take much to cook, and you could make them as he showered or drank coffee.

As if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear Sonny shuffling about in his room. The door slowly opened, and a very disgruntled-looking Sonny stumbled out of his room. Since waking, he had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, making your cheeks burn. His eyes were barely open, and his hair hung limply on his face as he rubbed his head.

When he caught you in his kitchen, he froze, eyes going wide. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he muttered. His eyes traveled over the various pans on the stove before coming back to your face. “Wait…please tell me we didn’t….”

“N-no! I just gave you a ride home last night, then slept on your couch to make sure you didn’t die from alcohol poisoning,” you explained. Though, you were slightly disappointed with how upset he seemed about potentially sleeping with you.

Sonny nodded, moving to make himself a cup of coffee. “And the breakfast is just a bonus?”

“I figured you’d need the help. You were pretty…fucked up last night,” you smiled, and he groaned.

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything too embarrassing,” he mumbled as you cracked the eggs into the pan.

You salted and peppered the eggs, then moved to poke at the hash browns, making sure they weren’t sticking to the pan. “I wasn’t there at the bar, so you’d have to ask your squad for that story. But, uh, I did watch you lose a fight to a seatbelt.”

“Fucking fantastic,” he replied, letting out a soft chuckle. He came over to you as you flipped the eggs, watching you work. “That it? Nothing else? Because I did wake up fully clothed, minus shoes and a tie.”

Your cheeks burned and you kept your eyes on the eggs as you put the mushrooms on top. “I’ve learned you really want cuddles when drunk…and that you think my hair is soft.” You didn’t dare look at him as you sprinkled some cheese on the mushrooms, then folded half the eggs on top of it. You plated the omelet, pouring some salsa on top and adding more cheese. “The tie just seemed like a safety precaution.”

You kept your eyes on the food, even as you felt Sonny staring at you. Once you had scooped hash browns, sausage, and bacon onto the plate, you chanced a glance at him, offering him the plate. Sonny’s eyes bored into yours, holding you there for what seemed like forever before he took the plate from you.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You gave him a small smile. “Anytime,” you breathed back. Sonny moved to a free spot on the counter, taking small bites of food. But his eyes went wide as he tasted it, and he started shoveling food into his mouth. Grinning, you scooped the rest of the food onto another plate before moving to soak the pans.

You ate in silence, pausing only to drink coffee. Having less food, you finished first, then moved to start doing the dishes.

“No, no. You made this amazing food; I’ll do dishes,” Sonny said, swallowing hard.

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Son; I made a mess of your kitchen. I’ll clean it—”

“Like hell you will. First, you made sure I made it home safe. Second, you stayed the night to make sure I didn’t die. And third, you made me the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time—I swear my hangover is gone. You are not doing dishes.”

You smirked. “Okay fine, you win.” Instead, you finished your coffee, rinsing the mug out in the sink. Sonny continued eating, and you felt awkward standing in his kitchen. “So…I guess I’ll see you at work?” you said as a way of goodbye. You grabbed your phone off the counter, slowly making your way to his door.

“Wait!” Sonny called out, following you out of the kitchen. You cocked an eyebrow at him, and he shifted on his feet. “I-I feel like I should give you a better thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“It’s fine, Sonny, really. That’s what friends are for, right?” you shrugged.

Sonny seemed to fight with himself for a moment before he muttered, barely audible for you to hear, “what if…I don’t want to be just friends?”

“What?” you asked, your heart racing. He wasn’t drunk anymore, and if what he was saying was true….

He came closer to you. “What if I don’t want to be just friends?” he repeated. “It seems like…drunk me was at least trying to flirt with you…. Something sober me is too damn nervous to even attempt.” When you still didn’t respond, he let out a huff. “What I mean is, I-I like you…a lot. And I’d, uh, I’d like to get to know you better?”

“You’re not still drunk, are you?” you asked, half-joking. Sonny shook his head, eyes wide. “Okay, good. Because you kinda did profess your love to me last night…but I was afraid that it was only because you were drunk.”

Sonny ran a hand over his face. “Did I really? I’m…so sorry if I made you uncomfortable—”

“No, it’s fine, really. I, uh…I’ve liked you for a while now. I was just worried that it was your drunk self that liked me, and not, uh, you,” you explained.

Sonny smiled sarcastically. “Drunk me says what sober me is thinking…most of the time.” He rubbed his neck anxiously. “So, uh, can we go on a date? No alcohol, I promise.”

You chuckled. “I’d like that. You obviously have my number—call me?”

“Of course. Let me clean up here—myself as well as the sink—and then I’ll give you a call,” Sonny grinned genuinely this time, and you melted.

“Sounds good. Talk to you soon.” You made your way out of his apartment, giving him a small wave. As he closed the door behind you, you broke out in a wide grin, excited for a date with Detective Carisi.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #I need to hang out with drunk Sonny

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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a request with sigma chi jj where the reader gets hurt or like faints, something not super serious i guess lol, and like doesn’t want to tell jj but then does and he like kinda freaks out but is more annoyed that they didn’t tell him/want help, thanks! i love all of your writing!

ope...based on a true story rip

(warnings: cursing, fainting/injury, vaguely proofread)

okay maybe it was your fault, but in your defense, you forgot that drinks in the stadium were so goddamn expensive. you normally tailgated with jj’s frat, but he had interfering plans that day, so you’d gone with your roommate to the people in her major’s tailgate. unfortunately, they only had beer and mini water bottles.

most of the tailgate you’d been sitting in a chair next to your roommate, drinking slowly and conversing with some of her friends you’d met before. it was fun, but even though you were drinking slowly, you’d drank significantly more beer than you realized until you stood up.

swaying in place a few times until one of the guys put a hand on your shoulder, you shook your head, trying to clear it. your roommate shoved a water into your hand with a knowing look and you grinned sheepishly, uncapping it to chug before walking into the stadium.

when you stepped out of the tent and into the hot afternoon sun, you regretted both the beers, lack of food, and dark shirt you’d put on that morning. but, you were determined to make things work, no matter what. it was finally football season!

“maybe we should get some gatorade when we get into the stadium,” your roommate suggested, pulling you along behind her. you shrugged, pretty much down for anything, until the two of you got in with your student id’s and to the concession line where you could see the prices.

“$8?” you asked incredulously, continuing with, “no fucking way, i’ll take my chances.”

she rolled her eyes but followed you out of the line toward the entrance to the student section. her friends liked to sit near the top, and by the time you got to your seat, the sun was beating down on you with no respite.

pulling your hair up in attempt to get some relief, you felt your mouth get a little dry, and you began to regret not getting a drink. after a few more seconds, you swung around to face your roommate too quickly and black spots filled your vision.

she gave you a curious look as you blinked slowly, gaining focus back. placing a hand on your shoulder she asked, “hey, you good?”

“i think we should get drinks,” you mumbled and her eyes widened.

“yeah, i’ll go grab some. you stay here.”

shaking your head stubbornly, you stood and followed her. before you could process what was happening, close to the bottom of the steps, your eyes were shutting and you dropped like a sack of potatoes.

it couldn’t have been but a few seconds that you were out before your eyes fluttered open. a few strangers were gathered around you, fanning you, and you could see your roommate running down the last few stairs to the medic tent.

you groaned as you realized how many people were staring and mumbled, “fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

the people around you laughed and helped you sit up. one of the girls said, “on the plus side, at least they won’t have to stretcher you out of here.”

they pulled you up slowly when you signaled you were ready and immediately you regretted it when your ankle throbbed.

one of the boys pulled you back when you wobbled forward, almost falling again. patting his arm that was wrapped around your stomach, you told him, “you’re my favorite man in the world right now.”

he laughed and shifted around to help you down the rest of the stairs. your roommate was on her way back with a medic when she saw you and your new friend limping toward them. the medic jogged over and wrapped your other arm over her shoulder, helping you limp the rest of the way to the tent.

the boy disappeared with a wave as she sat you down and asked, “so what happened?”

“dehydrated and hungry,” you told her before adding, “really big bruised ego now too.”

she laughed and did a few tests to make sure you weren’t concussed before sliding your shoe off to take a look at your ankle. after pushing on a few spots she stood up, “i don’t think it’s broken, just bruised. i’m going to wrap it up pretty tight and you’re good to go.”

your roommate butted in, “yeah, we’re going home, and i’m going to call jj.”

all of the blood drained from your face at the thought of your overprotective boyfriend hearing about this, “wait, no, don’t call jj.”

she looked at you like you’d grown a second head, “he’s going to find out.”

“no, not if we don’t tell him.”

“babe, your ankle is hurt, he’s going to notice you limping around.”

“i’ll avoid him for a few days.”

she rolled her eyes, “i know for a fact he’s coming to hang out tonight since he couldn’t be at the game today.”

you sighed, “okay, well, at least let me tell him.”

“fine.”

you chose to not tell him until he actually showed up with chick-fil-a. he took one look at you laying in bed, foot propped up, and dropped the food on the desk before rushing the rest of the way over.

“what the fuck?” he asked.

“i, uh, maybe passed out a little at the football game.”

his eyes widened, “passed out a little? why am i just hearing about this?”

you sighed, “because i knew you’d freak out, like you are now i might add, and you were busy. i didn’t want to bug you.”

jj rolled his eyes, “babe, you’re way more important than a group meeting for a stupid elective class.”

a stupid warm feeling rose in your chest and you avoided his eyes, “well, whatever.”

he laughed at your weak comeback and climbed in bed behind you, adjusting you so your back was leaned against his chest, his legs on either side of you. you sighed and settled it comfortable until he asked, “so what happened?”

“god, it’s probably on social media somewhere. don’t really want to rehash.”

jj pulled out his phone and eventually did find it on twitter. while he was concerned, it didn’t stop him from laughing at you, “fuckin’ lightweight,” he teased.

you slapped his arm lightly, “don’t bully me, i’m hurt.”

“we gotta get your tolerance up, babe, this is just sad.”

with an eye roll and a sigh, you chose to ignore him as he kept up the lighthearted teasing, eventually falling asleep, food long forgotten.

#frat!jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank request #sigma chi!jj

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The Scoop of a Lifetime - 19

Whumptober Day 19 - BROKEN HEARTS

Tagging: @mnmlover2002, @cupcakes-and-pain, @lave-e, @appy-polly-loggies, let me know if you want to be added/removed!

Whew, this chapter.. kind of got away from me, both in length and content. It’s almost double my usual length, and it’s pretty rough. Heed the CWs and stay safe guys!

CW: suicidal thoughts (in the “I’d rather be dead than have to go through this, why couldn’t I have died?” vein), violent death, gun violence, blink-and-you-miss-it noncon implication, threats, reference to past torture, previous injuries, Devin has a pretty unhealthy mindset throughout this chapter, please let me know if I missed anything!

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Once they were settle back in their room - they’d stopped trying to convince themself it wasn’t theirs - Devin simply laid on the bed, their ankles wrapped tightly and elevated by a few pillows. They stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think. And failing.

Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Being tossed around and hurt, depending on Wildre’s every whim? How long can I actually survive like this? How long will I actually want to survive like this?

Their thoughts restless and dark, they must’ve fallen asleep eventually because at some point Wildre was knock, knock, knocking on their door, his much too cheerful for this early in the morning voice ringing through the door. “Good morning, love! It’s time to get up! I’ve got a fun activity planned for today!”

Devin dragged a hand across their face with a soft groan, before pulling themself out of bed, forgetting about their ankles until they tried to stand. They had to quickly sit back down on the edge, slowly moving their ankles to stretch them out as much as they could. Every morning, they seemed to have to re-remember that i’m crippled i’ll never be the same as i was before he’s hurt me for the rest of my life what had happened.

They shakily stood back up, swaying slightly and grimacing at the pain but gradually making their way to the bathroom, stopping to grab a change of clothes from their wardrobe.

Once inside, they quickly stripped off the clothes they’d fallen asleep in and the braces, dropping the clothing on the floor and carefully setting the braces on the sink counter before stepping carefully into the shower. They stayed under the steady stream of hot water as long as they dared before shutting it off and drying themself off. They squeezed the water out of their hair, making sure it wasn’t dripping and that it was out of their face before pulling the plain, long sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans on, refastening the ankle braces on before giving themself a cursory look over in the mirror, frowning slightly at the deep shadows beneath their eyes.

They sat down on the bed to loosely lace up a pair of sneakers before running a hand through their hair and pulling open the door, unsurprised to find Duncan waiting for them.

They silently followed him down the hall, until they reached a room they thought was on a lower section of the house but weren’t completely sure, Duncan motioning them through the door.

Cautiously, they stepping through, their eyes quickly taking in a small underground parking garage filled with more cars than any one person could ever need, with multiple tunnels leading out in different directions.

Wildre was standing by one of the cars, perking up immediately and calling out, “Oh, Devin, love, there you are! I was worried you’d gotten lost.”

Devin and Duncan made their way over to him, going at a slow pace due to the former. Once they reached the car, Wildre easily opened the backseat door for Devin and, as they slid in, he tossed something to Duncan before climbing in afterwards.

Duncan sat down in the driver’s seat and started the car. Devin took a deep breath, feeling slightly i can’t breathe they’re trapping me in i have no space surrounded with Duncan in front of them and Wildre next to them.

The car started to move as soon as everyone had done their seat belts, quietly humming beneath them, and although Devin knew nothing about cars, they could tell this one was definitely expensive. It drove through one of the tunnels, lights flashing above them as they passed. The car was deathly silent, so Devin settled for staring out the window, watching the concrete walls fly past.

After a while, Devin would have to guess around fifteen or twenty minutes, although they’d never been good at estimating time, the car seemed to pull into another similar miniature parking garage, this one with less fancy cars in it. They stopped and Wildre turned to face Devin, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Now, love,” he started and they immediately began tensing up, “I’m about to bring you on a little trip, okay?” They bristled at how he spoke to them as if they were a child but they slowly nodded. “You might see some things, and they might not be pretty, but-” He reached out and grabbed their jaw firmly, but not painfully, forcing them to meet his gaze- “it is crucial that you keep your mouth shut. Am I understood?”

They nodded, licking their lips nervously before saying softly, “Yeah, I-I understand.”

He smiled, and Devin hated how that made them almost relax. “Good.” He opened the door and, once he stood, reached back a hand for Devin and they accepted, leaning on him more heavily than they’d like to admit.

Once they were all out, they fell into a formation, with Wildre in the lead, Devin a step or two behind him and to the side, and Duncan bringing up the rear. They headed for a door along one of the walls, a keypad locking it. Wildre punched in a long code before pulling what looked like an ID badge out and swiping it. The light on it turned green, and the door swung open slightly.

Walking through it, the three were greeted with what looked like receptionist’s area that wouldn’t look out of place in a downtown office building. A young woman sitting at the desk glanced up at them then did a double take as she spotted Wildre.

Standing up, she brushed nonexistent wrinkles out of her clothes. “Mr. Wildre,” she greeted, glancing discreetly at a clock hanging on the wall. “We, uh, we weren’t expecting you for another hour, sir.” She took in Devin with a narrowed gaze. “And we weren’t expecting a, a guest,” she added, tone as if she thinks i’m a threat as if i would voluntarily have anything to do with him decidedly less friendly.

He smiled and waved a hand towards Devin. “Oh, Devin? They’re harmless.” She seemed to melt under his paparazzi grin, and Devin flushed, biting down on their lip to keep quiet. “And I enjoy showing up early. What can I say?” he said with a laugh and careless shrug.

The woman nodded before gesturing to one of the doors behind her. “Well, Mr. Westhaven is in the warehouse right now, getting ready to send out a shipment.”

Wildre gave her a nod and another smile, before taking Devin by the arm and marching them towards the door she had indicated. He had to enter another code and swipe his badge again before they were standing at the top of a stairwell, looking down on a bustling warehouse, filled with large crates and loud machinery that looked disconcertingly normal.

Leading Devin down the stairs, Wildre looked around the busy area, Devin’s ankles protesting at the i can’t keep up please slow down i’m in so much pain harsh movements. Once they reached the bottom, he made a beeline for an older man who seemed to be at the center of the chaos. As they passed, workers began recognizing Wildre and growing quiet.

By the time they had reached the other man, the warehouse had become nearly silent, every eye on them. Devin felt heat creep up their neck as they felt eyes landing on them and tried to subtly shrink into Wildre’s side, a fact that, while he clearly noticed, evident by the smug grin on his face, he thankfully did not comment on. The older man turned around and, seeing them, gave a huge grin.

“Mr. Wildre!” he called, and Devin was surprised to see such an older man, he had to be in his fifties or sixties, call Wildre “Mr.”

He responded with a small wave. “Westhaven. How’s this shipment progressing?”

The man chuckled. “Very good, sir. Running smoothly. What brings you by so early?” While he portrayed the picture of ease, Devin could see that he was scrambling by the sudden appearance of his boss and, judging by the gleam in his eye, Wildre saw it too.

“Oh, just wanted to see it in action. I do miss being part of the day to day activities sometimes. It’s not nearly as fun being stuck in a stuffy office all day.” He saw Westhaven’s eyes turn towards Devin, neatly tucked between Wildre and Duncan, and grinned, wrapping an easy arm around them. “Although it does come with its benefits.”

Devin stiffened almost imperceptibly at the he’s touching me stop don’t touch me like that please get away but that man is staring at me like that i don’t like that possessiveness in the gesture, but Westhaven seemed to get the message and easily changed the subject.

“I can see that. We’re just finishing loading the last of the crates before we send them off-”

At that moment, shouting erupted from one of the many doors throughout the huge room, and Devin’s eyes widened as a man staggeringly ran out. They had to grit their teeth so they wouldn’t disobey what he told me to do he told me to be quiet cry out when they realized the man was littered with cuts and bruises, some still leaking blood.

Wildre exchanged a look with Duncan and shifted slightly, so Devin was more blocked from view. The man, catching sight of the movement, locked onto Wildre and charged towards them. “You! You bastard, how dare you-”

Devin would never know what he was going to say because at that moment, Wildre pulled out a gun he seemed to keep concealed, tucked away inside his jacket, and fired it, the bullet punching smoothly through the man’s skull, all in one smooth motion.

Devin jerked back from the sudden spray of blood, not quite believing what they were seeing, a hand clasped over their mouth to keep from sobbing or screaming, they didn’t know which, as their gaze locked onto the growing pool of crimson only feet away.

As they were slowly lead away, brought into another room, one that looked like a typical boardroom, and placed in a chair sandwiched between Wildre and Duncan, their gaze remained far away, stuck on the way the man’s body had continued propelling himself forward for just another second before being unnaturally jerked backwards, the desperation and raw hatred in his eyes, and just one thought kept running throughout their head.

Why couldn’t Wildre have put that bullet in me?

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Somewhere Only We Know

“You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

A Spinning Out fic.

A/N: A few things to get straight: what little knowledge I have about the Olympics, the Village, and ice skating in general is very limited and based solely on what I can find online. Please go easy on me; I’m new to this world. Most of my research for Beijing’s Games is speculation based on past Winter Olympics combined with me also making some of it up.

Also, as we know, we only got one season of this amazing show. While I have done my fair share of research (aka watched every Katstin scene an embarrassing amount of times), if you don’t remember some of the smaller details I mention it’s quite possibly because I made them up. Bare with me and go with it. I’m doing my best.

She’s been staring at the ceiling for nearly two hours. She knows this because in those two hours, Kat Baker has looked at the clock more times than she can count. But she’s done her best to stay still and focus on sleep, because if ever a good reason to need a solid night’s rest, this is it. Plus, she isn’t alone.

But it’s been nearly two hours. And after feeling her bedmate shift for the third time in less than ten minutes, she can’t help herself.

“Are you awake?” she speaks softly in case she’s wrong.

“Yes.” Justin’s voice comes so instantaneously it’s obvious he has been for a while. He rolls over onto his side to face her, clearly fed up with the charade. “I know we’re supposed to be too excited to sleep or whatever, but I figured jet lag and exhaustion would kick in eventually.”

Kat sighs. “I don’t think I can lay here anymore.”

“Screw it. Let’s go walk around or something. Get some food. I don’t know,” He shrugs, “Everything is open 24/7 here. Might as well take advantage of it.”

Kat bites at her lip. They have practice tomorrow at 9am sharp and Dasha will kill them if they’re stumbling around exhausted, but she’s so stir crazy right now she can’t bring herself to care.

“Alright, let’s go.”

They both dress quickly and head for the door, remembering to grab their ID badges from the nightstand and doing their best to remain silent as they slip through the common room. Their hands find each other in the elevator as they depart from the ninth floor, and they both give a courteous nod to security as they exit the dorm.

February in Beijing is beautiful, and despite being nothing more than a glorified college campus, the Olympic Village somehow still manages to blow both Kat and Justin’s minds. With a large handful of sky-high dormitories divided up by country, the Village is filled with basic amenities like a post office, bank, laundry facility, a convenience store, several gyms, and a huge cafeteria containing cuisine from around the world at every hour of the day.

Kat and Justin have been here for eight days so far. The first two days were spent getting settled with the other Team USA skaters and personnel, the third day they participated in the Opening Ceremony, and the remaining time has been spent using their allotted practice sessions, hitting the gym for light workouts, and enjoying the experience. They’ve also seen a few events, which is a highlight, and done a couple interviews (Dasha promises there are more to come- super) and some press work.

Mostly though, they’ve been staying close and trying to remain in a good headspace. Their competition begins in three days and their families arrive tomorrow, so for the most part they’re taking Dasha’s advice and focusing on each other.

“This is yours to lose,” she’d said. “Don’t over-think anything. Just stick together and enjoy it.”

This probably isn’t what she meant, but whatever.

After leaving the dorms behind, the duo makes the short walk into the heart of the Village, the nightlife scene far more alive than some might expect. The Village is open 24 hours a day for a reason. Some athletes prefer to train in the later hours, jetlag affecting a large amount, and some seem to need an escape to rid themselves of the jitters. One thing is clear though: everyone is tense. It’s like a university during finals- the pressure is on and everyone is feeling it.

“We should probably skip the caffeine, but how ‘bout hot chocolate?” Justin proposes, their linked hands swaying between them as they approach the commissary.

Kat nods. As much as a huge cup of coffee sounds appealing right now, he’s right. With any luck they’ll hopefully be able to manage at least a few hours of shuteye after this little excursion and a latte screams bad call.

After getting two steaming cups of cocoa (caramel in hers- she’d agreed to forgo the caffeine, not the sugar) they find an empty bench just far enough off the main pathway for a bit of privacy. So far it’s been a blast meeting and getting to know the other athletes from around the world, including several of Kat and Justin’s personal idols, but two AM just isn’t the hour preferred for socializing.

For a while they sit in silence, enjoying the peace and tranquility and the rare chance to people-watch the night owls between sips from their respective biodegradable cups.

“Feeling any sleepier?” Justin questions finally, causing the brunette under his arm to sigh.

“Will you judge me if I say that I’m even more awake than before?”

Justin lets out a curse. “I was hoping it was just me.”

“Gotta love Olympic life,” she ruses, “Well, I’m not going to the gym.”

“Fuck that,” he agrees. They’ve been practicing nonstop as it is. Neither of them is in the mood to ruin what little free time they do have, especially since Dasha never shuts up about the importance of not overdoing it.

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds appealing.” Kat continues, “But I don’t want to just sit here all night.”

For a moment silence falls again until Justin begins to fidget, shifting in his seat and catching her attention.

“What?” she demands, the look in his eye giving him away just like always.

“Nothing.” He quickly dismisses, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m an idiot. Forget it.”

Kat rolls her eyes. “I know you’re an idiot,” she teases, “You’re my idiot though, which means I’m privy to all of your idiocy.”

“Seriously Kat, drop it. It was a dumbass thought. Let it go.”

“Hey,” the change of tone in his voice causes her to pull back, finding his eyes. Clearly he’s getting upset about something. “Talk to me.”

Justin stares at her for a minute. “You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

Silence.

“What?” It takes all of Kat’s strength not to screech the word. “Are you- what?”

“I said it was dumb!”

“It’s the middle of the night.” she sputters. “Our families aren’t here. We’ve only been together-”

“What feels like forever sometimes,”

Kat gives him a dirty look. “Really? You’re choosing now to fuck around?”

He raises his hands in defense.

“Look, it was just something that popped in my head.”

“Of all the possibilities, this was the random thought you had?”

Justin glances toward the ground, causing her eyes to go wide.

“This isn’t the first time?” Kat pauses, her voice finally falling back down to its regular decibel. “You’ve thought about this before?”

“Have I thought about marrying you?” Justin snorts, giving up on his hesitance as the insanity of the situation triggers brutal honesty. “I’m 25, Kat, and I’ve been in love with you longer than the two years we’ve been together. Yes, I’ve thought about it.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says quickly. “I don’t have a binder filled with details or anything. It’s just something I’ve thought about, that’s all.”

This seems to catch her attention.

“Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You probably don’t want something too big or flashy. Which is awesome, because while my dad will lose his shit and it’ll drive Mandy nuts, I’m actually on board with small and simple. And I know you’ll kill me if I spend too much on the ring, which is the one thing I already have covered-”

“You have it covered?” she interrupts. “Like what, you’ve already bought it?”

He pauses for a minute, staring at her before letting out a sigh.

“I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Justin, seriously, I swear to fucking god-”

“Fine!” he holds up his hands in surrender. “Just give me ten minutes. Stay here.”

“Stay here? Where are you going?” she wants to hit him when he rises from the bench. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Stay here!” He repeats.

“Fuck off!” she cries, yet for some reason her ass remains glued to her seat.

The following ten minutes pass in a slow blur, because what the actual fuck? Ironically it isn’t their relationship, but the fact that they’re skating for Olympic medals in three days that assures her he wouldn’t just leave her sitting in the middle of the Village like a moron, when Justin returns with his hands in his pockets, looking even more nervous than when he left. (Which is understandable, because there’s at least a 50% chance this could lead to his death.)

He lets out a breath as he sits back down next to her, finally revealing his hands and holding up a respectably sized (but not too gaudy) ruby in a band of gold. He places the ring in the palm of her hand, giving a small shrug.

“It was my mom’s.” he explains quietly. “I’ve had it since she died. Dad said she planned on giving it to me eventually.”

“Justin-”

“Look, it was a dumb idea. And I didn’t mean to freak you out, especially when literally the biggest event of our lives is in three days, but… I don’t know.” He shrugs again. “I just started talking and you didn’t stop me. So here we are.”

“So what, you just carry this with you everywhere you go?”

“Fuck you. It’s called being prepared, Baker.”

Kat goes quiet for a minute, her eyes falling from his understandably stressed face to the ring still perched in her palm. This is quite literally the last thing she ever would’ve expected, and yet for some reason the idea of turning him down isn’t her gut reaction. It’s crazy, yeah, but she does love him and they’ve been together for a while. Hell, practically everyone and their brother has brought it up, so it’s not like she hasn’t thought about it, and at the end of the day she could think of a lot worse ways to live her life than spending it with Justin.

“Your mom must’ve had small hands too. Although… I guess we won’t really know if it fits unless you put it on me.” She murmurs finally, causing his head to snap up.

“What?”

“I mean, I won’t be able to wear it on the ice, obviously,” she continues, “And we should probably wait until after the Games to tell anyone, because it’ll only be more pressure if we’re labeled the American Newlywed team. Plus, our families are no question going to kill us- Dasha at the front of the line. We’ll probably have to have some sort of party to make it up to them. Especially Mandy.”

“Are you saying yes?” he asks breathlessly, still unsure if he’s in a daze or acquired brain damage from the cold.

A small grin breaks out on Kat’s face. “I must be crazier than we thought.”

“You’re saying yes!” he surges forward to kiss her, hoping all of his joy can be transmitted through the pressure of his lips. “Holy shit.”

“Does it count if you never put the ring on me?” she questions through a giggle, causing him to let out a laugh of his own as he takes the ring and slides it onto her finger with shaking hands.

“Perfect fit.” He observes, part of him not even surprised because fate is just on their side tonight apparently, before leaning in to kiss her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She grins. “Mr. Baker,”

Justin laughs. “You joke, but I really could not care less.” He pauses for a second. “Hey, look, I’m sorry this isn’t something better. I mean, I wasn’t planning on renting out the Eiffel Tower or anything, but I wanted to at least make a speech or something. Most of all I know it’s something I planned to talk to you about beforehand.”

Kat shrugs. “Might as well have this be just as weird and dysfunctional as everything else about our lives, right?” She says with a dry laugh. “Besides, you can save the speech for your vows.”

Justin stares at her for a second. “You seriously want to get married at 3AM in a foreign country, in secret, three days before the biggest competition of our careers?”

“Are you getting cold feet already?”

He laughs. “I’m just making sure I’m not dreaming.” He says honestly.

“Oh, you’re awake. And it’s too late to back out now, Davis.” She holds up her left hand where the ring sparkles, looking, Justin can’t help but notice, like it’s always belonged there. “I’ve already got the hardware.”

Justin grins. “Guess I’m stuck then.”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh.” He stands up from the bench and offers her his hand. “Then let’s go get married.”

Part 2 Coming Soon. ;)

#spinning out #kat baker #justin davis #katstin #kat x justin #sowk fic

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Lucifer’s Daughter- Chapter 1

Summary: The reader is an undercover hunter in college, and she also has another secret to hide. Her world gets turned upside down when the Winchesters come into town. Will she be able to hold up her facade?

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Warnings: Drinking

Word Count for Chapter 1: 1,577

“Whew. Well I guess that’s a wrap.”

You chuckled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. You turn to see Ruth smiling back at you, less winded than you, but still tired after the fight. You both sprawl on the damp grass to look at the scene laid before you; two headless bodies, and blood decorating the woodland grass and surrounding trees.

“I think this calls for drinks, don’t you?”

“I think you need a shower.” Ruth leans over, after licking her thumb, wiping the blood off your forehead that you had smeared there on accident.

You swipe her hand away playfully.

“Fine. And THEN we get drinks.”

Ruth shrugged and you took that as a yes. It took you both about 15 minutes to get back to the dorm rooms, which wasn’t bad time considering clean-up. You had to cover your tracks well if you wanted to stay in one place, one college, for a while. Stripping down in the bathroom felt so good, the steam from the shower already curling in the air. Mmmmmm. You hummed, lifting the shower curtain slightly to the side with one arm while one leg slowly dipped in to test the waters. Perfect. You loved your showers steaming hot. Sighing in content you fully walk in, the familiar clink of the shower curtain sliding back into place sent you to a happy place. Picking up your favorite strawberry body wash, you apply a generous amount to your body, cleansing yourself of blood and stink. The suds always looked so pleasing to you for some reason and in no time you were out of the shower, towel wrapped around you.

“Hey Ruth? Should it be a sexy dress or shorts tonight? I’m feeling like showing some skin.”

Ruth gave a thoughtful look and nodded toward the shorts you were holding up.

“Good choice. I’ll even wear this new flannel I got.” You couldn’t resist giving a little squeal of excitement with a stupid dance to get Ruth to smile.

“Girls night out it is,Y/N.”

“Damn right. We deserve this!”

About 30 minutes later, you pulled up to the bar most commonly visited by college students. You’re hopping out of your ‘69 red Mustang when you spy a nice looking ‘67 Chevy parked a few spaces down.

“Wwhhooooo” you whistle, unable to keep from staring at the beauty, almost drooling a little before catching yourself as Ruth cleared her throat.

“So are we going to get drinks?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry Ruth.”

The smell of alcohol poisoning and peanuts hits you with a wave of comfort as you enter the bar. Out of habit, you and Ruth head over to the bar, flashing a smile and ID.

“I’ll have the zombie smash cocktail” you say winking at the bartender.

“I second that” Ruth chimed in.

“Sure thing.” He replies with a smirk.

You always ordered the same drink on nights you celebrated a victory.

“Wow Ruth, really putting yourself out there tonight aren’t ya?” You give her a sly grin and raise your eyebrows playfully.

“Well, as you said Y/N, we deserve it. Girls night.”

The bartender slides the two drinks toward you. Grabbing it, you turn and take a slow, deep drink while scanning the crowded room for anyone standing out. Your eyes freeze upon spotting a quite handsome, badass looking biker guy with a leather jacket on and immaculate hair. Almost like a princess. You give an amused huh before looking past him to see a very large man in plaid, looking pretty serious for being at a college bar. The shorter one seems to be having a good time though, and suddenly he turns, making eye contact with you and holding it as a fox like smile spread across his face. You nudge Ruth in the side to get her looking at what you’re seeing.

“Hey Ruth, look at these two sexy fellas.”

The two men had started to come over to where you and Ruth were standing. The shorter one spoke first.

“Hey, mind if we buy you two a drink?”

“Not at all and how about some fries?” You reply, matching his side smile and coy look.

“My name is Dean and this is my brother Sam.”

“Nice to meet you Sam and Dean.” Ruth speaks up, “My name is Ruth.”

“-And I’m Y/N.”

Dean lifts a finger to signal the bartender over, who nods.

“We’ll get some tequila shots and a basket of fries for us and the lovely ladies.” He winks at you.

You humorously roll your eyes and feel your face flush. That first drink must be kicking in already.

“Are you guys college students here?”

“No, just passing through. We’re here visiting an old friend.” Dean replies.

God, he has an amazing gruff voice that just puts you on edge. You had heard plenty of gruff voices before at the bar but not like this. No. His forest green eyes twinkled with mischief and already you could feel yourself falling into them. Especially as your eyes wandered down to his pink plump lips. Mmmmmm.

“What about you?”

Your mind snaps back to attention upon his question.

“Ruth and I are both juniors at Haverford College, we’re actually roommates.”

“Tonight is our celebrating night.” Ruth beams.

Sam inquires, “What are you celebrating?”

“Oh you know, passing midterms and stuff.”

You shrug with a smile, a silent and stuff reverberating in your mind.

“Congratulations” Sam and Dean chime heartily.

“Thank you! Hey Ruth, why don’t you take Sam and show him the tricks to the pool table?”

You elbow her in the side hard enough to where she can feel it but it doesn’t show.

“Sure! Sam come with me.” She winked cheesily, and it made you inwardly groan. God she is never going to get laid is she?

You toss your head back, taking down the shot, exhaling as the back of your throat stings. Dean follows your lead and takes his, and then proceeds to signal the bartender for another one.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“I do the baking at the local diner.”

You two talked for a good hour, both of you becoming increasingly drunk/ tipsy. You couldn’t help letting your giggly side spill out. Some badass hunter I am.

“Dance with me.”

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

You lead him out onto the dance floor, you move his large coarse hands down to your waist, onto the bare skin where your top didn’t cover under the flannel. You start to sway while moving your hands up his arms, taking in every muscle and warmth. When at last you reached his bulky shoulders, you let your arms rest there. Dean tilts his head forward to where both your foreheads are touching.

“Mmmmmm you smell amazing- like strawberries” He said, inhaling deeply.

You love the way his stubble felt against your skin, you could let your hands wander all over him, and let him explore your body as well. You could feel your cheeks flush with the thought.

“What do you say we take this someplace else?”

Dean touched your wrist with his fingertips, letting them slide up and you enjoyed the feeling. It sent chills up your spine and you let an audible giggle escape.

All of a sudden, you hear Ruth say loudly,

“Are you religious? Because you are the answer to all of my prayers.”

You roll your eyes. Ruth has got to up her game.

“However much of a handsome devil you are, I’ll have to take a rain check for another night.” You had slowly inched closer to him as you were talking, your lips just inches from each other. You could feel his warm breath, smell the pine, woodsy, manly essence of him. You let your hands wander on his shoulders,

“Perhaps another night?”

“Sorry little lady, but its a limited time offer only.”

“Don’t be afraid to drop by if you get the chance.” You grinned at him, looking deep into eyes.

You go over to the nearest table, grab a napkin and steal a pen from the passing waitress. You wrote the best you could in your tipsy state, your handwriting looking like a doctor’s note.

“Here, it’s my address.”

Biting your bottom lip, you held eye contact while slipping the piece of paper in his flannel’s front pocket as sexily as possible. You hear Ruth giggle and you look toward she and Sam starting to wander over to where the two of you are swaying.

“I take this is my cue to go. Don’t be a stranger Dean, stop by sometime.”

You stand onto your tiptoes and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you pull away, a smile bloomed across both of your faces. Ruth’s presence behind you let you know it was time to go.

“Goodnight Dean. Goodnight Sam.”

As you and Ruth started to walk out of the doorway, you gave one last longing look backwards to see the two brothers smiling at you and her, saying goodbye. Ruth’s arm entwined with yours led you to the car, and within moments you had passed out in the passenger seat with her driving you home. You awoke to Ruth nudging you out of the car, towards the entrance of the dormitory.

“Best girl’s night out ever.” You managed to slur groggily.

You let her lead you all the way up to bed, even going as far as to letting her help you change into your favorite pjs.

“There. Now you’re all tucked in.”

“You’re the best, Ruth.” You managed to mumble before passing out.

Ruth gave a chuckle, “Thank you for the compliment Y/N. Goodnight.”

Intro Chapter 2

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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When the Night is Still Young

Pairing: Brute x Princess

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

notes: Did I write this because @sxnalien art and couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was? absolutely Plus this ship needs more love and I shall serve. Enjoy :)

tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 (if you want to be on my tag list I have a post about that.)

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The wind was light and fair as it rolled through Townsville. It was one of those nights that nothing happened. No monster attacks or a bank being robbed. Rare but peaceful. Unless you were a part of the Morebucks household. No every night was pure bliss as the richest girl in the city and probably the entire country, waltzed towards her room ready to turn in for the night.

Her glass of milk was set on her nightstand that was embezzled with pure gold and hefty sapphires as the handles. She was one of high class and taste so anything under $500 would not cut it. Even the mountain of pillows that laid on her king size bed had more worth than most of the salaries of the kids on the far side of town. Big, flashy, rich. Her taste couldn’t be matched.

She grabbed her novel and slipped into bed where the finest silk sheets of a deep purple hue laid. Even at age 24, she was just as many remembered. Spoiled, chunning, spoiled, rude, spoiled, hot, spoiled, manipulative and of course spoiled rotten.

But when Daddy Morebucks had more money than most, what else were you to expect? In fact her taste proved in every aspect of her life.The food she ate was organic and came from the best chefs around. The clothes were designer and handbags imported from overseas. Her jewels had rare value and she loved nothing more than to show off her money. Even the people she dated were a part of her social level.

She flipped the page of her book as her lamp, that came from Paris and was crafted from stained glass, gave a soft glow. It was quiet and the estate had turned in for the night. The only thing she heard was the soft tapping of the wind.

And then the shuffle of the balcony door lock.

“You’re late.” Princess said as another page was turned. A grumbled came from the window as it closed.

“You’re lucky I'm even here.”

The book was taken out of her hands and she looked up to see the pair of greens eyes. Black eyeliner was caked around them, bringing out the rich color that glowed under the soft light of the lamp.

“Still dressing like a street rat I suppose.” Princess smirked and a dark chuckle came from the other girl.

“You act like you don’t like the chains and spikes. Sugar Plum.” Brute winked as she flashed a grin that showcased her slightly sharpened canines.

Princess pressed her lips together as her cheeks puffed out into a pout knowing she was right. But nonetheless her eyes traveled down. For someone who only wore Louis Vuitton and Gucci, she found out that her soft spot was black crop tops, leather jackets and a spiked collar that made her shiver every time it was worn around Brute's neck.

“Maybe I do. Get over it.” Princess spat as Brute leaned until her nose bumped hers.

“You’re such a little brat ya know?” She said as she took her lips into a bruising kiss.

If you would have told Princess that she would one day end up underneath the notorious green powerpunk. She would have laughed and thrown a gold bar at your face. She had only dated men whose wallets were almost as big as hers and just as snotty. Yet not once did she ever feel something more than physical attraction, even then it was slim.

She wanted high class and someone who could stand their own next to her. No one had ever come close to it. The relationships would turn to dust in a matter of months and deep down she wanted to have someone there who appreciated her for more than money, she was human after all.

And that's when she met Brute. One of the galas she had attended was coming to the end and she had decided that the world had seen enough of her for the night. Since it was one of the smaller events, Princess took her own car. Sometimes the limos were too stuffy and she preferred to drive the night with the windows down and her own tune humming.

“Damn these heels.” She groaned as the elevator to the parking garage was now out of order. She pushed open the stairwell and wished she had her jetpack to soar her through the sky. The click of her black stilettos echoed as she climbed the stairs.

The top of the parking garage came into view as she opened the last door and clicked her phone to make sure that whoever didn’t fix that damn elevator would be fired or seriously hurt. The luxury convertible with her signature license plate was on the other side and sometimes she wondered why she did this to herself.

Huffing, she continued in her tall heels not noticing the door behind her opening. In those mere seconds of her pulling out her eyes, she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She let out a yelp before throwing her elbow back and twisting the arm not caring about the snap that came with it. She turned before sending her foot in between the legs of the man who dared to touch her.

“Get the fuck off of me!” She growled before shoving the tip of her heel down next to his face, missing him by a hair.

Her eyes glared down at the man now weeping on the ground. His hands were raised in a shudder as he tried to regain his breath from being thrown to the ground and kicked in the balls. Quickly she leaned down and took a picture of his id before tossing it at his face and spraying him with pepper spray for good measure.

She ignored his scream as she walked away and texted the picture to her personal body guards. “Fucking scum bags.”

Her head was now sprouting a headache and all she wanted to do was get home and be surrounded by her riches. Princess narrowed her eyes as she came closer to her car and noticed a figure leaning against it. Smoke blowing from their lips as the cigarette sat between their fingers.

“Unless you are going to pay for those scratches, beat it!” She spat and pointed her finger.

The cigarette was dropped to the ground with an immature flip and black combat boots came down on it like a bug. The light gave out as she looked up with a dark chuckle, the last of the smoke dissipating into the air and Princess felt the shiver in her spine as she noticed the sinister grin coming from the other woman.

“This little thing?” The woman, she assumed was around her age, trailed her finger along the hood. “I’ve seen better.”

The red head rolled her eyes and looked her up and down. “What do you want Brute?”

Brute tilted her head like a dog getting offered a walk. “Ahh so the queen knows who i am.” She pushed off the car and threw a hand in her pocket. “I’m flattered.”

“It’s not like you keep a low profile. Everyone knows who the Punks are.” She spat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to leave.” She tried to take a step but Brute blocked her path.

“The night is still young Sugar Plum.” Brute raised her eyebrow and Princess suddenly felt so small against those green eyes.

“Why would I want to spend my valuable time with you?” She asked.

Brute chuckled and shrugged. “Not too sure babe. But I did just watch you kick and spray that poor sucker over there and now I'm intrigued.”

Maybe Princess didn’t notice the blush creeping up on her cheeks but she pushed all thoughts away and scoffed. “He’s a creep and I don’t have time for nonsense. Goodnight.” She pushed past and clicked her car door open.

“Yay know. I wish I were in town to see the old Princess.” Brute said and she paused.

“Old Princess?”

“Yep.” Brute popped the P. “The infamous Princess Morebucks. Doesn’t take shit from anyone and does what she wants. So sad that we are so young and yet you parade around like daddys little golden medal, making sure to please everyone with an image you don’t want to keep.”

“It’s called running a business.” Princess said quickly yet she hated that the other woman was right.

“No need to get defensive, I’m just saying that I thought you were much more wild. Afterall you were a super villain but maybe you’ve been humbled down to a spoiled brat whose only reckless behavior is staying up till one.” Brute smirked before turning on her heel. “See ya later Sugar Plum.”

Brute began to walk. The metal chain belt made a slight rattling as she inched closer and closer towards the stairwell. Princess stood as she looked at her steering wheel then back at the punk. Something inside of her wanted to just drive away, feel the freedom that she used to as a teenager.

She got into the car, seatbelt clashing loudly as if all sound had been turned off around her. Her hands gripped the wheel and her eyes glanced towards the sky where the moon was hardly up.

The engine roared to life and she pulled out of the parking space making her way towards the exit.

“Get in.” She said and the punk turned around with a devious grin. A shutter went through her spine as the door opened and the seat filled in with Brute.

“Alright Sugar Plum, lets see that wild side.” And soon the parking lot was filled with dust as rubber burned through the city's streets.

You could hear the music blasting from the street as the pair walked up to the door.

“A club?” Brute asked yet she was impressed with the location.

It was located on the far side of town. The crime rate here had skyrocketed over the years and if you wanted to find a drug paradise, check between the cracks of the sidewalks.

Princess led her to the door. Her ID didn’t need to be checked as they passed the long line and were ushered in quickly. The dim lights only held a sea of bodies grinding against one another while cheap booze flowed in their veins.

The music was terrible and the smell might have been worse but she grabbed the punk's hand and led her to the dance floor without a care in the world. Their hips swayed and soon they had a drink in their hands.

The red head let the alcohol flood her system and soon the music wasn’t as bad as before. She kept her eyes focused on those dazzling greens. She hated the color beforehand. Thought that it was trashy unless it was a crisp hundred bill. But now even with the blazing light, she could see the flecks of the hue taking shape in her iris and wanted to explore it further.

“I never would have pegged you as a club person.” Brute said in her ear as the Princess pressed her back to her chest.

“It's the only place no one cares who you are.” She said as her hand made its way to Brutes cheeks and pulled her into a kiss.

Maybe she let the world of her father's business consume her before her life had even started. Maybe Brute was right. She was Princess Motherfucking Morebucks. The same girl who used to build rockets and lasers just to destoy the puffs and now she was wasting what should be her reckless party years, doing things she would be doing for the rest of her life.

Brute's hands traveled down until she spun the red head around and kissed her again. Princess’s hands wandered to her neck as she tugged slightly at the spiked collar with a large metal loop.

“There's that wild side.” Brute said against her lips as she pulled her impossible closer while the music played. “I like it.”

Princess couldn’t tell what was driving her insane. The third shot of vodka or the way her lips felt like molten lava, a tingling sensation she had never had before but she was craving it like no other. All her past relationships came into her mind.

Man after man, not one could even bring Princess the satsiaction to even smile. They had all been the one thing she hated most, boring. Fake smiles, only there for her last name and to climb the ranks, that all she was. She was a bank vault that many wanted to access and she had begun to just give up the code, but not anymore. She didn’t want boring and she certainly wouldn’t be that.

Brute was far from it. Piercings and tattoos covered her arm, something her father would disaprove of greatly, and yet she didn’t have a care in the world as she just let the music play on.

Princess kissed her back, enjoying the way the metal lip pieces felt against her lips. It was electrifying and freeing as Brute kissed her neck. She had been captivated by the punk. The way she doted on her like no man had before. She originally thought she was only here for the money, a big fear she kept to herself but although Brute loved cash, she enjoyed the presence of the spoiled girl more.

“I got you something.” Brute whispered in her ear. A shock wave of pleasure jolted through Princess' heart as Brute reached into her pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “I know how much you love chain babes.”

Princess took the box and opened it. It was a silver chain necklace with a small crown charm.

“But I also know that it's not your thing, so I thought something that would remind you of your royal status would do.” She joked but Princess stared at the small necklace with wide eyes.

It was simple and small, yet she felt tears threaten to spill. Her entire life she had been showered with elegant gifts and priceless treasures. She was accustomed to receiving fine things, because it was expected. Sometimes it was underwhelming to constantly get things that never had an emotional value.

She took the necklace out of the wrapping and put it on. The cool metal graced her skin and she felt her cheeks heat up at the sweet gift. She looked up at Brute who had a soft expression, something she wore rarely.

Princess set the box aside and placed her hand against Brute’s cheek.

“It's not diamonds but it will do.” She playfully teased before kissing Brute.

She felt Brute groan against her lips and soon she was laying on top of her.

“You’re still spoiled as ever.” Brute glared as she ran her fingers through the curly ginger locks. “But I still like it.” She winked “Reminds me of when I first saw you beat up that dude.”

“That was two years ago.” Princess blew on her bangs.

Brutes hand lightly slapped her ass making the redhead bury her face in her neck. “Yeah but it was hot.”

Princess hummed. “Whatever. Thank you by the way.” She said the last part quickly.

“Ooooo did I just hear the queen thank me?” Brute laughed and her hands were then held above her head pressing into the sheets. She looked through hooded eyes up at the redhead pinning her from above.

“I’m not repeating myself.” Princess batted her eyelashes. “Now, let's go for a ride.”

“Really? At two a.m?” Brute smirked.

Princess practically jumped off her bed before walking to her closet and changing quickly. She reappeared wearing a short black dress and her own pair of combat boots.

Brute sat up with a smirk and gave a low whistle.

“The nights still young babe.” She said before grabbing Brutes hands and leading out the door to her private garage. Soon her car roared to life and the windows were rolled down as the drove off into the night.

I hope you enjoyed :)

shout out to my lovely betas: Lisa, Aves and Cilla :)

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Holly, Jolly Tidings - Day 5

Disclaimers: I watched “Dash & Lily” the other day on Netflix. This story is LOOSELY based on that book and Netflix series. I do not own “Dash and Lily” or Newsies or anything recognizable within the series. There are occasional curse words throughout the series, nothing too horrible but there’s some. Tuesday, December 17

As she left her apartment that morning, a figure was waiting on the steps for her. Her eyes went wide as she shut the main door to the apartment building behind her. “Race, what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, actually.” He grinned, offering her one of the cups in his hand. “Jack mentioned that you loved Peppermint Hot Chocolate.”

Accepting the cup, she took a hesitant sip before grinning brightly at him. “And what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you so early on a Tuesday morning? Usually, you’re the one that doesn’t get out of bed before noon unless something important is going on.”

“Well, some might consider this really important.” He said reaching into his bag and pulling out the familiar emerald green notebook. “I believe you are anticipating this.”

Taking the notebook from him, she grinned. “Did you know that he’s been planning this?”

“Somewhat. He mentioned it when he was last over at mine and Spot’s apartment. We offered him help but he denied any help. He said he had it all mapped out and that it was going to be epic - his words not mine.” Race shrugged.

Kat giggled. “It’s been pretty epic so far. This is going to be hard to top with my Christmas present to him.”

“I don’t think he wants you to top it.” Race smiled. “I think he just wants to have something that you can look forward to in the day's ahead. Also, he mentioned that he just wanted to see you smile.”

Her chocolate brown eyes flew up to meet his bright blue eyes. “So you know what’s going to happen?”

“I didn’t say that.” Race evaded her glances. “He did mention that you’ve been down these previous few weeks so he wanted to do something that would make you smile and create something that makes you look forward to the upcoming holiday.”

She smiled, taking another sip of her drink. “He’s a good guy and I absolutely love him for doing this.”

“You better get to work. It was good seeing you and Merry Christmas, Kat.” Race gave her a half hug, dropping a kiss on her head.

“Thank you for this and the talk.” She grinned. “And Merry Christmas to you and Spot as well.”

With that, he hopped down the stairs, walking in the opposite direction she would be walking to get to work. Slipping the notebook in her bag, she headed towards the subway station to catch the subway towards Time Square.

Once seated on the train, she pulled the notebook from her bag, flipping it open to the marked page.

Good morning Kat!

Happy day 5 of this adventure. Did you like your surprise this morning? I may have asked some of our friends to help out ensuring you receive the notebook. Gotta keep you on your toes, Plums!

I had a wonderful time on our date night - it’s always wonderful to spend time with you and last night’s cuddle session on the roof was the perfect way to start the week. The way your face lit up when you talked about the notebook and the adventures, I would say this has been a resounding success so far and that makes me happier than you could ever imagine. But there’s so much more to come.

So from the moment I met you, I could tell you were a reader, not that you ever willingly shared that information. Or not until we were officially dating. But one of your favorite places, no matter where you are, is getting lost in a bookstore. In fact, I have been with you, several times in fact, when you have gotten lost in the bookstore.

So today, your adventure is going to a bookstore. Not just any bookstore but you’re to go to the Westsider Books. I don’t believe you’ve ever been here but it’s one of the great hidden treasures within the city. When you get there, ask for Cora, she’ll be able to help you.

Flipping the book close, she ran the name of the bookstore in her head. Truly to Jack’s words, she hadn’t ever been there, nor she’s never heard the name before. Jack was right, she could get lost in any bookstore and she had thought she had visited most of them throughout the city but as Jack usually does, he surprised her.

Getting off at the subway station, she made her way above ground before heading to the Times Building. Much like she did most days, she tapped her ID, allowing her to gain access to the elevator before heading up to the 14th floor. Making her way to her desk, she dropped her bag on the ground, turned on her computer, and collapsed into her comfy chair. A happy sigh escaped her mouth before she got to work on the day ahead.

4:30pm

As she shut down her computer, her cell phone dinged with an incoming text message. Picking it up, she heaved her bag to her shoulder before heading to the elevators. Wishing some of her colleagues a good night, she walked into the elevator watching the doors slide shut as she descended. Unlocking her cell phone, she smiled seeing Jack had texted her.

Been to the Westsider yet?

She shook her head at his text, a giggle escaping her mouth as the elevator dinged and she headed out into the lobby before walking out into the bitterly cold New York City wind. Pulling her coat and scarf tighter, she made her way towards the subway station.

Waiting for the train to arrive, she took the time to reply to Jack’s text. Heading that way now.

Hopping on the 1 line, she swayed with the train as it traveled underground. Getting off at the correct station, she mentally prepared herself for the cold once more before heading up to street level.

She consulted with Google Maps before heading in correct directions, arriving a few minutes later. Looking up at the building, she shivered, pulling open the door before escaping into the warmth of the bookstore. Her eyes went wide at how utterly gorgeous the inside was. Every square inch was covered in bookshelves that were heaving with various books, all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were a few chairs downstairs but only one was occupied by a man reading.

A giggle caught her attention, her head whipping in the direction. “Hi! Welcome to Westsider Books. Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Cora.” She asked, walking closer to the counter.

The young girl’s face brightened nodding. “I’ll go get her. Can I have your name to tell her?”

“It’s Katherine.” She said, watching the girl walk to the back as her eyes swept the shop. Everywhere her eyes went, there were stacks and stacks of books. There was a stairway that led upstairs to even more books. She felt a familiar warmth that she typically associated with bookstores but this was much more homey than normal.

“Katherine?” A middle aged woman asked, walking closer to her as not to scare her.

Pushing a smile onto her face, Kat held out her hand. “Yes that’s me. You must be Cora?”

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” Cora smiled, shaking Kat’s hands.

Biting her lip, she looked at the woman in front of her. “Unfortunately, I’m not that well in the know.”

“Jack mentioned as much.” She laughed, walking towards the stairs. “Come on. There’s something I want to show you.”

Kat smiled at the girl behind the counter before following Cora upstairs. As they reached the top of the stairs, Kat smiled seeing a couple of cozy chairs in the middle of the room with bookshelves surrounding the walls. “Come have a seat.”

Once settled, Kat glanced over at Cora. “So, how do you know Jack?”

“He’s my great nephew. His grandma and I are sisters. He’s been coming here since he was little.” Cora smiled. “He even worked a few summers here, cataloging the books as they came in.”

Kat smiled. “I’m sorry we haven’t met until now but he has mentioned you on occasion.”

“I am too but I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you, which is why I wanted to give you this.” Cora handed Kat a worn book that looked like it had been read many times.

Kat flipped open the book, flipping through the first couple of pages until she came to the title page “The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh”. She smiled at the title. “It’s a first edition, isn’t it?”

“It is. But more than that, it was always the book that drew Jack’s attention when he was here.” Cora smiled. “I often wondered why a teenager would be drawn to a children’s book, as it’s not the oldest book we have in the shop, nor the prettiest. But he said that whoever’s book it was, must have loved that book because of how worn the pages and cover is. He loved that the book could tell its own stories, even when it was passed along to someone else. Don’t let him fool you, he was often found hiding between the shelves with a stack of books beside him, reading the day away.”

Running her hand over the cover, Kat smiled. “He’s always been pretty sentimental, at least around me. It probably doesn’t hurt that he’s an old soul.”

“He’s always been that way, even as a little boy.” She smiled fondly, caught up in whatever memories she was reliving. “Anyways, I wanted to give this to you so that you can add it to your collection, as Jack mentioned you’re bibliophile.”

Kat nodded, holding the book to her chest. “Thank you. I’ll cherish it.”

“You’re welcome.” Cora stood. “Jack told me to tell you that the note continues on in the notebook - I’m assuming you know what that means?”

Chuckling, Kat nodded, pulling the notebook out of her bag. “I sure do. Thank you for sharing that story with me.”

“You’re welcome, Kat. Stay as long as you want.” Cora smiled at her before descending down the stairs.

Flipping open the notebook, Kat grinned seeing Jack’s rough handwriting.

So you got to meet my Aunt Cora. I really hope she didn’t spill any embarrassing stories about me but if she did, don’t hold them against me.

I spent my teenage summers in that bookstores - cataloging the books as people brought them in. Don’t tell Aunt Cora but I spent a lot of time reading the books and getting lost in the stories. One of my favorites is the book that is in your possession - The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. I always loved reading what Pooh and his friends would get up to and what Christopher Robin would have to get them out of.

George R. R. Martin once said “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” And I know that’s why you read. You are always looking for adventures but you have all those books at your fingertips - you can travel the world and never leave your living room.

I know you have too many to count, but think about your favorite books. What have they taught you over the years? Have you lived your thousand lives? Any place in particular you want to go? Write down your thoughts . . . let yourself dream for a few minutes.

Grabbing her pen, she shook her head at Jack. Writing down her top 20 favorite books, though difficult, she smiled at her list. “To Kill a Mockingbird”, “The Secret Garden”, “The Selection Series”, “Matilda”, “The Nightingale” and “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” all were in her top 20.

She wrote about all the places she had visited in books and one day dreamed of visiting - Ireland, London, Spain, Germany, Thailand, Poland, Mexico, Brazil - the list was endless. Smiling softly, she hadn’t lived her thousand lives, not yet at least, nor was she any way near close but each of those lives she took with her into the everyday society she lived.

I’m sure there are some of those books that you wrote down that I’ve never read . . . . I’ll even bet on it. But those books are what make you, you. And I love those books, even though I’ve never read them, simply for helping shape you into the woman I fell in love with.

Now there’s a surprise awaiting for you. Head back downstairs and go to the left corner by the window. Your surprise should be there.

Love you!

Jack

Carefully putting the notebook and her new book in her bag, she headed downstairs. She smiled at Cora behind the counter before walking over to the corner by the window. She saw someone sitting in the chair reading “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”. She paid them no attention, opting to walk past them and towards the corner. She grinned, seeing a navy blue bag sitting in the corner. Taking on the couch, she pulled the tissue paper out. Unwrapping it, there was nothing there. Tilting her head, she looked in the bottom of the bag where a slip of paper was. “Look up” was written on the piece of paper.

Doing as the paper said, she glanced up. Instead of “The Many Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, she saw Jack sitting in the chair with an amused look on his face. “Hi love.”

“Hi yourself.” She shook her head, chuckling at him. Putting the tissue paper back in the bag, she watched him join her on the couch. “This is different than the previous few days.”

Shrugging, he reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “Like I said, I gotta keep you on your toes, Plums. Did you like the book?”

“I did. Cora and I had a nice chat.” She said, as he grinned.

Sheepishly, he gave her a look. “I know. I’ve been here all afternoon.”

“Oh have you?” She was amused by how shy he had gotten all of a sudden. “Why?”

Squeezing her hand, he smiled at her. “Because I knew this was one that I had to see your face when you walked in. This is going to become one of your happy places. Besides, I haven’t seen Aunt Cora in a while and wanted to catch up with her.”

“Thank you Jack.” She squeezed his hand. “You’re amazing and I love all of your entries in the notebook.”

He laughed. “Oh you think this is over? You’ve got 7 more days. But I’m guessing you want your surprise?”

“I’m guessing you want the notebook?” She reached into her bag for the emerald green book, handing it over to him as he handed her a wrapped box.

He tucked the book away, watching her open the present. “You put a lot of pressure on a girl, you know?”

“Good thing you didn’t realize I’ve been watching you open your presents these last few days.” He said, as her wide eyes flew to his.

“I knew I felt someone watching me but every time I looked, I couldn’t see anyone.” She cried, reaching over and hitting his shoulder.

He laughed. “You just didn’t know the right place to look. Besides, I’m in those places to ensure that I retrieve the notebook and no one else does.”

Shaking her head, she was starting to realize how elaborate this plan actually was. “Thank you for doing this . . . this has been absolutely wonderful.”

“You’re welcome . . . now are you going to open that present or leave me in suspense?” He joked, nudging her side. She gave him a look before continuing to unwrap the present.

Popping off the lid, she smiled seeing a pen charm nestled in the cotton. She picked it up, looking at it closer in detail. “It’s gorgeous, Jack.”

“A pen for the best writer I know.” He grinned, leaning over and capturing her in a kiss.

“You’re biased, Kelly but I really do love it. Thank you.” She kissed him back.

He smiled, watching her put the charm back in the box before tucking it away in her bag. “Can I buy you dinner?”

“You did that last night. How about I buy you dinner tonight?” She suggested, standing, swinging her bag onto her shoulder, offering him her hand.

He started to argue as she gave him a look. “Please, let me do this?”

He nodded as he let her pull him to his feet. Once he was steady, Kat wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Waving goodbye to Cora, the two set out into the wintery night, playfully arguing about where to go for dinner.

What did you think of Jack surprising Kat? Feedback would be wonderful and much appreciated. Five days down; seven more to go - any predictions on what you think will happen in those seven days?

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #Newsies Holiday Fic #Twelve Days of Holly Jolly Tidings #writing #jack x katherine #holiday fic

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writingsbymarie · 5 years

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Its You

Word count: a whole 5.4k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!reader

Warnings: Some steamy make outs, dancing without space for Jesus, swearing, Harrison being a cockblock lol

A/n: This is the longest Fic I’ve ever written so I hope yall like it.

Masterlist

Harrison is probably the biggest pain in your ass. Yes, you loved your older brother, but he was extremely overprotective when it came to you. Yes as your older brother he was “responsible” for you but sometimes it could be annoying as hell. You and Harrison currently shared a flat together splitting the price in half. The college you were going to was right by his flat so he offered to let you live in the other room in his flat since he was looking for a roommate since Tom was gone a lot and honestly so was Harrison which was definitely nice. But on the topic of Tom. Tom Holland had to be the nicest guy you ever met. You had a huge crush on him and by huge your in love with him. Your crush started 4 years ago. You were 15 and he was 19. Tom came over to see Harrison, but Harrison was running late. You were sitting on the couch wrapped in the blankets with a bowl of popcorn watching The Avengers when you heard someone open the door.

“Harrison” you called thinking he was back from the store.

“Not Harrison, it’s Tom,” he said as he walked into the living room. He was wearing a tight white shirt with sweatpants making you drool a bit. Before you had a crush you always thought he was hot, but then that developed into feelings.

“Harrison is at the store right now, but he should be back soon. You can watch Avengers with me until he comes if you want” you smiled patting the couch gesturing him to sit down.

“Could never say no to Avengers” he laughed taking a seat next to you. You looked over at him to see goosebumps arise on his skin, so you shifted puting half the blanket over him. You also scooted closer to him and your legs were touching. He smiled at you making you blush and look down which he definitely notice making you want to hide under the blanket.

“Ya know this is gonna be you in like a year” you grinned, and he laughed.

“Yeah I don’t really know how to handle it I’m still freaking out” he laughed covering his face.

“You’re going to be amazing, you are so talented, and soon you’re going have a whole army of fangirls, you’re gonna be a Harry Styles” you declared putting your hand on his shoulder.

“You think so” he questioned. “Its a lot to take in, and I’m the third Spiderman what if I’m so much worse than Toby and Andrew”

“Tom, trust me, you are going to be incredible and they are gonna love you” you assured, and he smiled at you which he had done many times before, but this time your heart melted and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks yet again.

“Thanks, Y/N” he replied grabbing your and hand and giving it a squeeze.

And that was the day you realized you had a crush on Tom, and flash forward 4 years later and that so-called crush was now love. And your love for Tom was now starting to drive you a bit crazy. Due to your crush on him you broke off things with guys way too frequently, and you knew that you would always be his best friends younger sister, but you had some hope that maybe, just maybe he felt the same way.

“Harrison can Willow and I please come to the club with you tonight, we can’t get in without you and Tom” you begged. There was a club by your flat that was supposed to be one of the best, but it was so hard to get into, but since you knew a certain celebrity that was going tonight you could get in with him.

“I do not need to see you wasted all over a bunch of guys, absolutely not I am not clubbing with you” he maintained causing you to groan.

“Ugh Harrison please, it’s supposed to be the best night they have had in a while and I’m 19 you have to stop acting like im 14 please” you complained.

“Harrison just let her come it’s gonna be an awesome night” called a voice from down the hallway. It was Tom who was staying at your flat to catch up with Harrison for the week. You felt heat rush to your face but quickly brushed it off.

“SEE, Tom agrees that you’re being overdramatic so Willow and I are going” you declared with a smile on your face. You were pretty sure Harrison’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Fine, but if I see any guy touching you, ill beat his arse” Harrison grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. You saw Tom emerge from the hallway with no shirt making you feel a bit dizzy. He held out his fist and you bumped yours with his giving him a smile.

“Thanks” you breathed looking at the ground to stop yourself from checking out his body. He had just finished filming for Far From Home and his muscles were honestly too much for you to handle. You started to walk forwards towards your room to call your friend, but of course, you ran into slipping in on the tile causing you to fall. But you didn’t hit the ground. Toms strong arms caught you and your hands were currently places on his bare chest. And to say you were gone was an understatement. You looked up and met his eyes taking a deep breath. When you realized where your hands were you immediately removed them your face literally turning tomato red.

“Sorry” you squeaked practically darting past him to your room. You quickly shut the door putting you back against it taking a deep breath. You put your face into your hands feeling the warmth from being so embarrassed. You walked to your bed flopping down on it. You grabbed your phone and messaged your best friend Willow telling her tonight was a go. Tonight was the night you were going to get over your ridiculous crush on Tom and find a cute guy and have the time of your life.

***

You were leaving for the club in about 5 minutes. Willow had arrived at your flat wearing a skin-tight navy blue dress with satin pumps. You were wearing something similar except your dress wasn’t as short, and it was red. You walked to your room grabbing your purse. As you walked out of your room you ran into Tom whose eyes widened when he saw you. You swore you saw his eyes skim over your body, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. He was wearing a black button-up with jeans and well he looked hot as fuck.

“You clean up nice Osterfield” he smirked, and when you say you almost passed out you were not lying. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and as he said that he for sure checked you out.

“T-thanks” you stuttered walking away from him towards Willow who looked like she was about to burst out laughing after seeing that whole altercation. You quickly gave her the death glare. Harrison walked out of the bathroom and the second he looked at you his jaw dropped.

“Okay yeah, you are not wearing that” he exclaimed making you frown.

“Haz, I can wear whatever I want, and out uber is here, so we have to go,” you said before he could say anything else you grabbed Willow’s arm and walked out the door. Harrison jumped into the front seat and you sat in the middle between Tom and Willow. Your thighs were touching and your heart was racing and Willow could tell, so she started laughing. You just shook your head leaning your head back on the seat. The club was only a Ten-minute drive so you were there in no time. You got out of the car and took a deep breath. You were going to find a cute boy, get drunk and forget about Tom.

You walked towards the entrance behind Tom and Harrison. Tom showed his Id and gestured for you guys to go in. You walked in to see lights flashing and music booming. Willow immediately grabbed your hand dragging you to the bar.

“Stay safe” yelled Harrison as you walked off. You turned one last time to give him a thumbs up and then you disappeared into the crowd of people. You both took a seat at the bar ordering a shot of vodka to take the edge off. The bartender poured the vodka into the shot glass and you downed it the taste burning your throat. You shook your head making a disgusted face from the horrible taste and Willow laughed and took hers. The bartender then gave you some kind of margarita and told you it was from the guy to the right of you. He was cute, but he looked a little old for you so you just smiled and looked away. Your eyes traveled to the dancefloor as you sipped your drink. Your eyes landed on Tom who was dancing with a gorgeous brunette which honesty stung. But when you made eye contact with him. He winked. The dude fucking winked, and honestly, you thought you imagined it because you were a little tipsy, but he definitely winked. You turned quickly ordering another vodka downing it once again. You were never going to get over him you thought as you leaned against your hand closing your eyes. You felt a tap on your back thinking it was just some random guy you stood up and turned around to say you werent in the mood to dance, but you were face to face with Tom.

“Hey” he bubbled stumbling a bit. He was much more intoxicated than you obviously.

“Hi” you responded a bit confused why he left the dance floor with the girl he was with before to talk to you.

“Are you having fun” he questioned wiggling his eyebrows. Making you laugh a bit.

“Yeah” you lied. He obviously noticed because his smile turned to a frown. He grabbed you handed making your whole body go stiff.

“Come dance with me, I want you to have fun” he beamed dragging you to the crowded dance floor. You were too shocked to say anything and before you could protest you were on the dance floor. Tom started dancing like an idiot shaking his arms and jumping up and down to the beat making you giggle. You swayed a bit to the music still nervous to do anything. Tom noticed that you were uneasy. He came closer to you and put his lips close to your ear.

“Just relax Y/N, and dance I swear it feels so much better when you just feel the music and forget about your problems” he assured and then backed away and smiled. You took a deep breath. He was right you were being uptight and worrying too much. You knew you should be enjoying this because you were currently dancing with your crush. Even though this was not your goal of the night you should make the most of it. You smiled back and started to sway your body to the music. You lost yourself in the music forgetting all of your problems just like Tom told you to. You danced with yourself for a song until you were pushed into Tom by another girl. You took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. You refused to look at his face, but he didn’t object. Instead, his hands found your waist. You were already steaming hot from dancing and being enclosed in so many people, but somehow you felt yourself get even hotter. You both swayed to the music and you rested your head on his shoulder. You decided to make a bold move and you turned your body pressing your back against Toms. Honestly, you were making a move, and the only reason you were was probably the alcohol. Tom’s hands remained on your waist, but his grip got a bit tighter as your bum rubbed up against his groin. You felt his breath on your neck making you dizzy. He left a couple of kisses on your neck and then he spun you around to face him. This time you looked up at his face. There was a lot of tension, to say the least. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips and his head began to slowly get closer to yours, and suddenly reality hit you. You were about to kiss Tom Holland. The person you have been in love with for way too long. It was 100% the alcohol because there is no way you could this sober. You closed the gap connecting your lips with his. His lips were soft against yours. It was a slow sensual kiss. He pulled away, your foreheads still connected.

“You’re Beautiful” he proclaimed, and he kissed you again. This time it was much faster and needier. You pulled him as close as you could and his hands fell to you bum making you gasp into the kiss. He took that as an opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance him obviously winning. Your lips moved in sync and you felt as if you were on cloud nine. You made out on the dancefloor for what felt like hours until you felt your phone vibrate from the pocket in your dress. You pulled away making Tom giving you a confused look. You took out your phone to see Harrison was calling you. Your stomach dropped when you realized you just intensely made out with his best friend while he was in the place.

“I gotta take this” you squealed in a small panic terrified that he saw you and Tom. You answered the call once you got off the dance floor.

“Harrison are you okay,” you asked your heart beating out of your chest.

“Yeah I’m fine I was calling to see if you were okay” he responded. You let out the breath you were holding thanking god he didn’t see you and Tom. you felt your phone vibrate quickly looking down seeing a text from Willow saying she was exhausted and ready to leave when you were.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Willow and I are gonna head out, but you and Tom have fun okay” you insisted as you walked towards the exit.

“Sounds good, Tom and I will probs be out for a couple more hours, just let me know when you get back to the flat okay”

“Okay, See ya later” you finished hanging up. You texted Willow to meet you outside the club as you exited the front of the club. The cold air hit your body, and you started to process what happened. Yeah, it was wrong, but it felt so right. You couldn’t stop smiling. You turned to see Willow walking out the doors of the club the huge grin still on your face. Willow wiggled her eyebrows.

“Girl I haven’t seen you this happy since you met Jake Gyllenhaal what happened” she questioned.

“I kissed Tom” you squealed, and her eyes widened

“No fucking way” she gasped, but you just nodded. You both jumped up and down like two five-year-olds who got what they wanted for Christmas. “You need to tell me everything” she exclaimed.

“Okay my first question is was he a good kisser” she pressed.

“Oh my god yes, his lips may be thin, but holy shit that man can kiss, and the way his hands felt on my body I thought I was gonna pass out” you giggled and her face was filled with excitement for you.

In the uber, you explained how everything went down and the Uber driver probably thought you guys were crazy because you were both freaking out. Willow was the only person you ever told about your massive crush on Tom and shes “shipped it” since the beginning. You guys exited the uber stumbling up to your flat. You both plopped on the couch turning on the TV grabbing a snack. You both talked about your nights until you both knocked out the TV still playing.

***

The next morning you woke up on the couch and Willow was still fast asleep, but she was on the floor making you chuckle. You dragged yourself from the couch to the bathroom your head throbbing. You looked honestly horrible. Your makeup was smeared you were still wearing your clothes from last night. Your hair was knotted as well and you honestly looked insane. You popped and Advil and stepped into the shower. You washed all the makeup off your face your body relaxing as the hot water hit your body. The headache began to go away and then you remember what happened last night. Your closed eyes shot wide open. You made out with Tom. you felt excitement but also dread. Questions flooding your mind. What if he regrets it? What if he doesn’t even remember? What if it ruins our friendship? What if he tells Haz? Honestly, the thought of facing Tom made you so anxious you wanted to throw up and it wasn’t the hangover talking. You finished up in the shower and wrapped a town around your body. You exited the bathroom to see Tom who walked out of the guestroom. You stopped dead in your tracks. He looked hungover just like you. You were not ready to face him so instead of saying anything you darted to your bedroom closing the door. This was going to be a long day.

After getting dressed you walked out of your room to the kitchen to see Tom and Harrison making coffee. You avoided looking at Tom, but you for sure felt his eyes on you. Willow was still knocked out on the floor next to the couch, so you went over shaking her awake. She groaned sitting up rubbing her neck.

“I’m so fucking hungover” she groaned standing up to go to the bathroom.

“You feeling okay,” Harrison asked.

“Yeah, a killer headache, but yeah” you breathed. “I’m assuming your fine since you never get hungover you lucky bastard” you laughed.

“Yep I am totally fine, sucks you got the bad hangover gene” he joked making you laugh.

“Why did you leave so early,” Tom asked catching you off guard. You finally met his gaze but you quickly looked away.

“Willow and I were both tired” you mumbled as you sat down on the couch.

“Did you have fun at least” he probed. You knew he remembered which just made you more embarrassed because you were avoiding him, and you were going to continue to avoid him because talking to him about it freaked you out way too much.

“Uh yeah” you sighed. You heard the bathroom door open revealing a sick looking Willow.

“I think I drank too much yesterday” she groaned. You lifted yourself from the couch going to Willow.

“Haz, I’m gonna take her out for burgers across the street, so I’ll be back later” you declared. You felt Toms eyes on you again and you looked up for a split second your eyes meeting his, and he gave you the “we need to talk look”, but you looked down ignoring it. “Willow I’m just gonna grab my shoes and we can go” She nodded and walked towards the couch to gather her belongings. You made your way to your room and once you walked through the door you went to your closet. Right as you turned around you heard your door close. You whipped around to see Tom.

“We need to talk about last night” he pressed.

“What about last night” you shrugged trying to act oblivious. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Your stomach was doing backflips and you were damn near about to go into full panic mode.

“The kiss Y/n, I know you remember” he scoffed. Walking closer to you.

“Oh that,” you said dumbfounded.

“Harrison can’t know, It was a mistake we were both drunk” he addressed making your heart sink. That hurt. You felt your heartbreak, and you felt tears begin to form in your eyes, but for your sake, you took a deep breath trying to act like you were fine. You were trying to figure out how to as if the kiss meant nothing, but it honestly meant so much.

“Y-yeah” you agreed looking down at your feet. Your nails dug into your palms and you bit your inner cheek to try and hold yourself together.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page” he confided. You didn’t say a word though. You were scared that if you did you would break. So you simply slid your shoes on him and pushed past him not even looking at him. You walked right out the door Willow following you most likely confused.

“You okay” she questioned looking at you with concern, and you just broke down the tears you were holding back finally flowing down your face.

“He said all of it was a mistake” you whimpered.

“Aw honey I’m so sorry” she offered wrapping her arms around you. You hugged her back crying in her arms for a minute, but you pulled away wiping your eyes. You weren’t going to let him hurt you like this. It was one kiss, and you weren’t going to let it ruin your life.

***

It had been about a week since the Tom innocent, and as much as you wanted to say that you were fine you were heartbroken. You had completely avoided Tom the whole week, which he definitely noticed because he texted you asking you if you were alright, and you just didn’t respond. Unfortunately today you were going to have to see him because the Hollands were throwing a pool party which you had already agreed to go to.

“Y/N we gotta go or we’re gonna be late” Harrison called,

“Coming” you yelled back as you grabbed towel slinging it over your shoulder. You walked out of your bedroom meeting Harrison in the kitchen.

“Are you okay, and please be honest with me because you’ve been acting weird all week” he acknowledged hia eyes soft. You gave him a soft smile and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m okay just having a rough week, thank you for caring” you whispered. You backed away from the hug. Harrison gave you an endearing smile that you returned and then you were off to the Holland residence where you would spend the whole afternoon attempting to avoid Tom.

***

When you reached the Holland house you were greeted by Sam. You and the twins were pretty good friends. You were the same age as him and you guys had attended the same school. You gave Sam a small hug and then he led you to the backyard.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever Y/n how have you been,” he asked curiously.

“uh, pretty good, what about you, anything new with you” you queried.

“Nah just the same old boring stuff as usual” he laughed as you walked towards the pool. You saw Paddy swimming in the water. His eyes lit up when he saw you. You were Paddys babysitter because the boys were never home, and you didn’t go out to the clubs much. Paddy got out of the pool running up to you giving you a big hug making you yelp.

“Paddy you’re gonna get my clothes all wet” you exclaimed trying to pry him off, but he just giggled now trying to get you as wet as possible.

“Will you come swimming with me” he beamed as he started to shiver.

“Of course just let me get my stuff together and I’ll come swim” you laughed he smiled wide then ran back into the pool jumping in. You found an empty spot and placed your belongings down laying your towel out on the lawn chair. You peeled your shirt off and pulled your shorts down. You then turned towards the house to see Tom’s eyes on you. He was yet again checking you out, and it pissed you off. You didn’t understand what he was playing at. You shook your annoyance off and headed towards the pool. There were a couple younger kids who were most likely paddys friends, and then Sam and some other people from your school in the pool. You entered the pool slowly the water cold against on your skin.

“Just jump in Y/n youll get used to it” Sam laughed.

“No way in hell am I jumping into this pool” you shivered, but then Sam grabbed your arm pulling you into the water with a small shriek. Your body hit the water and you felt the cold seep onto your whole body. You shot up from underwater shivering.

“Sam I hate you” you shrieked as you splashed him, but he just laughed.

Once you finally got used to the water you joined the game of Marco polo which then led to chicken fights. You were currently on Sam’s shoulders laughing your ass off because neither of you could stay steady. You were currently up against Harry and Paddy. Somehow Sam slipped making you both fall into the water. You both came up from underwater facing each other and you both burst out laughing falling into each other. You were pretty sure Sam was flirting with you. He was being extra touchy, and he kept complimenting you. You didn’t mind though, and as bad as it sounded you hoped Tom was watching. You hoped he was jealous. When you looked over at Tom he was watching, and his jaw was clenched as you began to flirt back with Sam. You felt bad because Sam was your friend, but making Tom jealous made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“Sam I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” you called as you pushed yourself out of the pool. You walked to your lawn chair grabbing your towel. You wrapped it around your body and entered the Holland home. You walked to the bathroom and did your business. You washed your hands then exited the bathroom to find Tom waiting outside the door.

“Why were you flirting with my brother” he pressed.

“Why do you care who I flirt with, you have no right to question who I flirt with” you sassed.

“I don’t care” he defended his jaw clenched.

“If you don’t care why did you ask” you provoked an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know” he quipped his cheeks tinting red.

“Are you jealous”

“No” he replied extremely quick.

“I don’t believe you”

“I am not jealous” he defending moving closer towards you until you back hit the wall. He was so close to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The tension in the air was thick. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You both stared at each other for what felt like age until Tom slammed his lips against yours making you squeal. Your eyes were wide open. You didn’t kiss back at first. After a couple of seconds, your eyes fluttered shut and your arms moved up his torso to wrap around his neck. His arms went from your waist moving over your bum to your thighs

“Jump” he mumbled against your lips, and you did as he said wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him as close as you could. Everything was moving fast. Tom’s hands began to fidget with the string of your bikini.

“Tom are you in here”

It was Harrison. You jumped out of his arms so fast scurrying to the bathroom shutting the door. Tom looked just as panicked as you. He pointed to the bathroom gesturing you to go in.

“Uh yeah, I went to go find one of the inflatables for the pool” he lied. You heard their voices get quieter until you couldn’t hear them anymore. You let out the breath you were holding. You dragged you back down the door going into a ball. You put your face into your hands wondering what the hell was going on. You were genuinely confused, because he said the kiss was a mistake, but then out of no where he kissed you again. Talk about mixed signals. You stood up rubing your temples. You walked out of the bathroom back outside. You sat on your lawn chair and watched Tom from across the backyard. Your eyes met his and he gave you a smirk. This man was going to be the death of you.

***

After the pool party, you headed back to the flat. Harrison had a date tonight so you would have the flat to yourself. You put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turned the TV on. You looked at your DVDs seeing Spiderman homecoming on top of the stack. You didn’t want to watch it but you found yourself opening up the case and plopping the disc in the PlayStation. You heard the microwave go off and you strolled to the microwave dumping the bag of popcorn into a bowl. You shut the lights off and flopped onto the couch. You pressed the play button and the movie began. You sat there admiring Tom, thinking about what happened today. You wondered what would have happened if Harrison didn’t walk into the house. You were off in your head until you heard a knock at the door. You pushed yourself up and dragged yourself to the door. You looked through the peephole to see Tom. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked his eyes pleading you to let him in.

“Sure, so what brings you here Harrison isn’t he-”

“I can’t get you out of my head. Ever since the night at the club, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this is so wrong I mean you are my best friend’s little sister, and if he were to find out I’m pretty sure he would kill me” he blurted leaving you speechless. You stood there your mouth agape as you tried to process what he was saying. “Can you please say something” he begged.

“I don’t know what to say” you gulped.

“I like you Y/n and not just as a friend” he expressed coming closer to you. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned into his touch.

“I like you too” you whispered. Tom let out a sigh of relief bowing his head. You then put your hands on his cheeks bringing his face up to look at yours. You smiled softly at him and then connected your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow. Tom’s hands fell to your waist pulling you close to him. The kiss began to get more desperate. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. You pulled him towards the couch, and he laid you on the couch and then hovered over you.

“I love that you’re watching my movie darling” He goated his lips from yours making you whine. You felt his lips fall to your neck sucking on it making you gasp and let out a moan.

“I can’t help that you are so attractive and your acting skills blow me away” You felt Tom smile against your neck.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the attractive one” he smirked. You pulled his head back to yours kissing him again. Your hands roamed his body sliding under his T-shirt. He then broke the kiss to pull it completely off. You gawked at his build body.

“Like what you see” he smirked making your face flush red. He dove back down to kiss your neck making you moan again. He then sat you up to remove your shirt as well. You usually would be insecure, but the way Tom looked at you made you dizzy. You were so in the moment that you missed the sound of your apartment door opening.

“What the fuck”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland x osterfield!reader #marvel #marvel imagine #tom holland spiderman

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okay-j-hannah · 5 years

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Case of the Giggles

Smosh : Fic

Shayne x Reader

Word Count: 2047

Warnings: Just... holy heck - I think this boy is just too pure for his own good ❤ I think any girl would be lucky to have him

Request: This is just from my own head 😊

A/N: Shayne has this ridiculous habit to incessantly laugh and joke around you, everyone knowing it’s obviously because he likes you entirely too much

“How is a cinnamon roll sweet and spicy?” (Y/N) muttered, scrolling on her phone. “It’s a dessert.”

“Why don’t you order it and find out,” Keith grumbled, slouching into the couch and leaning into her. “Or better yet, just get a hot chocolate.”

(Y/N) continued to look through the Starbucks menu on her phone, “Noah, which sounds better: A pumpkin spice latte or a cinnamon roll Frappuccino blend?”

“I think ice sounds better,” he responded from the adjacent seat, “It’s so hot in here.”

“That’s not the LA autumn spirit I was asking for!” she retorted, throwing a pillow in his direction.

Keith hummed under his breath, “Laugh alert in 5, 4, 3, 2…”

“Hey guys!” Shayne appeared with the biggest grin on his face, “What are we doing?”

(Y/N) gave Keith a sideways glance before responding, “We’re thinking about getting Starbucks before the production meeting.”

A small laugh escaped Shayne, him awkwardly putting his hands on his hips, “That’s – that’s so funny. I was thinking about doing that too!”

You could almost feel Noah staring at Keith to ensure he didn’t roll his eyes, “We can get your order if you like.”

“We’ve been discussing festive drinks,” (Y/N) continued, watching Shayne continue with his ear-to-ear grin. “But Noah thinks it’s too hot for any of…”

“Because LA is still so hot in the fall…” Shayne finished quickly, jutting out his hand to make a point, a giggle in his chest. “I don’t blame him. You’re already sweating from the sun and then you go to get a sip of a refreshing drink and then burn your tongue and like WOAH – AH that’s hot! You know?”

(Y/N) subtly pursed her lips to refrain from giving him a weird look, “Yeah, I get it. I just love autumn from back home. Sweaters and leaves and books and pumpkins – I love pumpkin.”

“Then just get the pumpkin spice l…” Keith began only to be cut short by the man bouncing on his heels.

“Oh, I highly recommend the pumpkin spice latte! 10/10 would recommend,” he waved his arms around to emphasize his words, ending in another boisterous laugh. “But – uh, whatever you guys are getting just get me a small one. Please. A-And I’ll be in the Games room… thanks.”

(Y/N) watched him leave with a little snicker, “I don’t think I’ll ever understand him.”

The way he grinned almost looked like it was uncomfortable, like it was forced. But he’d been smiling like that just about as long as (Y/N) had known him – she supposed that was just how it always looked.

“Yeah, I don’t think you ever will,” Noah sighed, messing with his curly hair. “But sometimes…”

“I wish he would stop!” Keith retaliated, pulling at his jacket, “The guy can’t make a move to save his life.”

Noah leaned forward, giving Keith a piercing stare, “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Shayne’s behavior.”

(Y/N) looked between the two friends, eyebrows slowly raising at the reaction Keith was having.

“Oh, no – nu uh… I can’t defend him like that anymore. Five months ago? Sure – but this has gone on long eno…”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Noah stated, subtly tilting his head towards (Y/N). “He’ll talk about it when he’s ready.”

(Y/N) shook her head, holding up her hands, “Okay, why am I so far out of this loop?”

“Shayne just needs to buck up before you move on,” Keith stated, earning a kick to the foot by Noah.

“Are you… are you saying that Shayne only acts like that around me?”

Noah sighed again, biting the inside of his cheek, “Um… maybe – but it’s nothing to worry about. It’s not that he doesn’t like you.”

“It’s because he really likes you,” Keith mumbled, pulling his knees up to protect them from getting smacked.

“Are you kidding?” (Y/N) stated, finding a new serious edge to her voice. “Please tell me you’re not kidding.”

Both boys sat straighter and looked at her with speculating eyes, each taking their time in assessing her reaction before speaking.

“Do you like him too?”

“Seriously?” she laughed, “I thought I was being obvious. The only reason I didn’t do anything was because Shayne always acted like that. I assumed he wasn’t looking for anything.”

“Girl, you need to go talk to him right now,” Keith immediately stated, pushing her off the furniture, “Go before I have to listen to his rambling again.”

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“Shayne, can I talk to you?”

He instantly jumped, bumping into Courtney who he was talking to, “(Y/N)! Wh-whatcha doin’?” His face lifted into that painful looking smile, his hands beginning to mess with his pockets, no doubt to keep them from shaking.

She could see Courtney giving him a sympathetic look from behind.

“I just wanted to ask you something – I’ve been hearing things and wanted to know if…” she reached out to maybe pull him aside for more privacy, but right upon contact with her hand he practically ran away, jumping into action.

“HEYO! Look at that, my phone’s ringing,” he pulled out his cellphone to show an unknown caller ID on the screen. He began backing away, making strained expressions and shrugging his shoulders, “I should probably take this, don’t want to leave people hanging. Get it? They’re hanging cause I’d have hung up on th… AWOO!”

He skid to the next hallway with his face growing ever more pink. (Y/N) stood there, one hand still in midair from where Shayne had backed away.

Courtney crossed her arms, “Please tell me you know what’s going on.”

“Does Shayne honestly have that big of a crush on me?”

“Thank God!” Courtney sighed, letting her whole body relax before sucking in a deep breath to begin a fresh pot of spilt tea, “We were literally just talking about you before you showed up. He was saying how stupid his hot drinks bit was earlier.”

“So he really only acts that crazy around me?” she questioned, “I thought Keith was making things up.”

Courtney started a round of guttural laughs, slight stress in her eyes, “You don’t even know the half of it, babe. It’s almost like his greatest fear is you finding out and rejecting him so he just masks all his flirting in loud jokes and obnoxious laughter. His new favorite topic is how stupid he acts around you and how much he wishes he could stop. And he’s basically got the whole office on contract to not say anything because heaven forbid that you…”

“I really need to talk to him,” she began, backing away and looking towards where he ran.

“He really is a sweet guy, (Y/N),” Courtney stated, falling into a more sincere tone. “He’s just afraid of messing up – that you won’t like what you’ll see. Just give him a chance, please.”

(Y/N) gave her a quick glance, and although she knew Courtney was being genuine, she could see the slight strain that was on the brink of becoming begging for her to get Shayne to stop his incessant behavior.

“Who said I was considering not giving him a chance?” she responded, seeing her friend break into a grin, shooting both hands into the air.

“WOO, budDY! I gotta call Damien so he’s prepared.”

(Y/N) giggled, setting off at a quick pace down the adjacent hallway, looking into rooms and meetings for this boy that couldn’t master the art of hiding. There was a new urgency in her step as she peered into more doors, desperate to put an end to Shayne’s anxiety. It must be so exhausting acting like that every time he saw her.

He was just too nice for his own good.

And finally, she spotted him sitting in the break room, leaning into a table with his head in his hands. She was cautious when she advanced him, whispering.

“Shayne?”

It was like he was trained to the sound of her voice. He immediately tried to stand, knocking his chair, and himself, over in the process.

“(Y/N), hey,” he started laughing, something that now resounded as fake in her ears. He was scrambling to fix his chair, running fingers through his hair, “I didn’t think you… I thought that I – woah, wowie, yessirie.”

He was cracking, trying to keep his funny composure. But she could see how red his face was, how tense his shoulders were at her presence. He was now avoiding looking at her but continued to plaster that smile on his face.

“Shayne, I need to ask you something before you decide to run off again,” she stated calmly, not daring to advance him for fear of scaring him. “Do you like me?”

He whipped his sparkling blue eyes to hers, arms snapping into a crossed position, “Wh-what? Why would you think that? I mean… don’t take that the wrong way, I just – ah…” he started his nervous giggling, subtly swaying side to side. “I think any guy would be lucky to have a girl – WOMAN like you.”

He held a hand up to catch himself, continuing as his voice grew faster and louder, “A woman like you. You’re smart, funny, pretty and cute and beautiful. Uh…” he put fingers to his temples, “Those all mean the same thing – the point is I don’t actu…”

“That’s too bad,” (Y/N) stated, keeping her eyes warmly on his nervous face, “Cause I really like you.”

Shayne immediately shut his mouth, silencing the rambling, “Hm?” It was the first time (Y/N) had ever seen him with a serious expression.

“This is where you give me a sincere smile and ask me on a date,” she couldn’t help the warm feeling seeping into her insides at the look on his face. It was the most still it had ever been, still enough that she could see the real emotion in his gaze.

“You’re not kidding?” his voice was heavy, so different from what she was used to.

“I thought the hot drinks bit was cute,” she stated, letting her lips curve into a smile, “I think the way you try so hard is cute.”

If possible, his face got even more red as he took a deep breath, “This is really embarrassing.”

“The only thing that’s embarrassing is this ketchup stain on my shirt – right when the guy I like is about to ask me on a date.”

It was the first time she had ever seen him fall into a real, genuine smile.

“You don’t care that I’ve been acting like an idiot this whole time?” he sighed, fidgeting with his fingers. “Pretty attractive, right?”

“Oh, you’ve never been more handsome then when you fell out of that chair.” They both shared a laugh before she continued, “Let’s honestly do a date, nothing forced and nothing fake.” She gave him a pointed look that made him grimace.

“Gave you a little taste of my ‘date-Shayne-persona,’ it’s not my favorite either.”

“Then give me you, Shayne. The real you,” she grinned, “And if you start rambling or close off again just be warned I’m probably going to hold your hand and steal your food until you stop.”

There was a split second of silence between them, smiles on both their faces, but you could see the love and appreciation swelling in Shayne.

“I’ll have you know I am very fond of my fries,” he stated, walking to her side as she gestured to leave the room. “And the hand will come off if they are stolen.”

They traveled down the hallway, light conversation appearing, “Yeah, but I’ll be too quick and snatch a few and then accidentally burn my tongue and like WOAH – AH that’s hot! You know?”

He nudged his elbow into her, laughing sincerely, clapping his hands together, “Sounds even funnier coming from you.”

“That’s because I am, in fact, funnier than you,” she nudged him back, rounding a corner towards the production meeting.

Shayne hummed quizzically, “That was funny too! What a good joke.”

They shared more laughs, unbeknownst to them a hoard of Smosh members were spying on them as they passed. Keith clapping hands with Noah while Courtney pushed Damien out of the way to get a better look.

“It’s a miracle.”

They all snickered, Keith beginning a very snazzy victory dance behind them.

~~~

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Could you please write a story where Iruka is on a date with y/n who was originally his student? It leads to them being in a closed room leading to sex?

Of course! I need more Iruka content tbh, I love this man. Also I realize now that I didnt *technically* write an NSFW piece for this, but I still like it, so I hope thats okay. I love you💕-🦎

TW: Unwanted Advancements, Drunken Behavior

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"Wow. You look. Just. Wow." Iruka stammered, watching you step down from the end of the staircase outside your apartment. You had asked him to accompany you to this party a while ago, after seeing him a few times around the village. Truth is, you'd thought he was incredibly attractive since you studied under him, but that was so long ago, and now the 6 year age difference seemed so small. As you walked up to him, you smiled brightly.

"I could say the same for you, Iruka. You look amazing." You said, reaching forward to undo the top button in his button down, and placing your hands on his shoulders. "But, its not that formal, try to relax, hun."

He blushes slightly, sometimes it was easy to forget how young you used to be. The way your hips rounded out beneath your jeans, not to mention the way you filled out that wine red low-cut blouse. Wait. Inappropiate. He shakes his head, freeing the thought from his brain. It was just a party.

"I- well, we should get going." He stammers, still blushing at his thoughts. You smiled and grabbed his arm, walking towards the party. On the way there, you two fell into conversation about the old days, how clumsy you had been, and how different life was now. He found himself relaxing in your presence, and a little caught up on how much chemistry was there. Was that weird? It shouldnt be, right?

"Honestly, Ive thought about getting back in contact with you for a while, Iruka. Its been, what? Like 8 years now?" You said and he nodded. 8 years. How life has changed.

"Yeah. Seems like forever since you were that 12 year old, still tripping over her feet and begging me to take you under my wing." He laughed at your blush. Even then you had a huge crush on him. You were stunned when you came back from your 2 year mission and he was still single. Who wouldnt love this man?

You two came up to the house, hearing the music thudding inside. It probably wasnt his scene, but you didnt want to come alone. You pulled him inside, and grabbed a beer as soon as you got in the door. He smiled as you cheerfully greeted everyone, you were always a social butterfly. He grabbed a beer of his own, and downed it quickly, this amount of people was going to take some liquid courage.

You pulled him into the kitchen and smiled, finishing your drink, and quickly grabbing a second. You didnt want to show it, but you were a little nervous.

"Not really your comfort zone, is it, Iruka?" You ask over the music. He smiles at you and takes another drink of his own.

"Not usually, but I couldnt turn down an ivite to be your date." He replied, and you blushed deeply. He was so sweet, dammit. You finished your second drink and grabbed his hand.

"Lets go dance!" You said, pulling him into the next room, his face flushed with surprise. Dance? He couldnt dance? But as you swayed your hips, and moved his arms with you own, he found himself enjoying it. Must be the booze. He spun you, and watched as your hair floated in the air. Youve become so beautiful, a butterfly from a catterpillar. After about 5 songs, you two collapsed on the couch in laughter, everyone around you chattering, a few claps from the show of you two swaying in time to the music. You didnt let go of his hand once, and as you sat down on the couch, you felt the bit of alcohol in you, and leaned you head on his shoulder. He ran his thumb over your hand, showing you that this was okay.

"Iruka?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I.... Well. Um. Could you get me another drink?" You asked, giving up on the real reason for your disruption of the moment. Not enough courage, I suppose. You just needed a moment to think.

"Sure." He smiled, and stood up, leaving you on the couch by yourself for a moment. But his spot was soon replaced by another. You looked up at this new company in confusion.

"Hey, sexy. Saw you dancing earlier, you could do better than that dweeb." He said, his words slurring together and his hand found a spot on your thigh. You shoved it off in disgust. "Aw cmon baby, dont be like that."

And suddenly this mans lips were on your neck. You sat stunned for a minute, and before you had any reaction, the hot smell of alcohol from his lips were ripped away from you.

"I-Iruka?" You asked, taking in the face in front of you. He had the collar of the man in his tight clenched fists, and he was giving him a look so poisonous it could kill an army.

"You keep your filthy hands off her, asshole." He said, and the man on the other end smirked for a second, right before Iruka's fist met his face. The rest of the party was staring now, as the man crumpled for a second at Iruka's hit, coming back quickly to lunge at him in a rage. Iruka kneed him where it hurt, but not before the mans fist hit him in the jaw. Iruka stumbled for a second as the man crumpled to the floor, clutching the soft spot between his legs.

At this point, you were so overwhelmed you were sobbing, and youd gotten up from yhe couch, running off to a room upstairs. As you shut the door, you heard Iruka yell at the man, "When you forget how to respect a woman, remember that pain, douchebag."

You clutched your heart, sitting on the bed, and sobbed. You just froze, you did nothing. All you wanted was a nice night, and now Iruka's gotten in a fight. Because of you.

Your sobs echoed through the room, but footsteps broke through the vibrations, and you heard the door open cautiously.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Iruka's voice pierced the room, and your sobs quieted slowly.

"I-I'm. F-Fine." You reply, through hiccups. This was too much. He walked into the room, and saw your tear stained face, rushing over to sit down beside you and pulled you close to his chest. Your whimpers continued, soaking his shirt with your tears.

"I-Im so sorry." You said into his chest, and he chuckled for a moment, placing his fingers under your chin to pull your face up to look at him. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, drying the tears before more fell.

"Dont you dare apologize. Id fight every disrespectful bigot for you. You deserve that, and more, love." He said, and your face heated up at his words. No man has ever said something that sweet to you.

"B-But tonight was supposed to be p-perfect." You said, whimpering, and he looked deep into your eyes, seeing how much it meant to you that he was your date. He leaned in, not even knowing what he was doing, but for once just taking the moment before it left forever, and his lips were suddenly pressing against yours. You took no second to freeze like before, this was a scene youd played in your head a hundred times over, and somehow it was more perfect than youd imagined. You kissed him back, passionately, the taste of beer and built up emotion lingering on both of your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, running your hands through his hair, and pulled him down to lay on the bed, an urgency in the air. As his hands finally wandered your curves, and you unbuttoned his shirt to finally feel the bare skin against his muscular chest, you smiled into his lips. After all this time, all those moments imagining the way he'd feel against you, he was finally yours. And there was no way you were going to let him get away again.

#iruka umino #ft. all the respect women juice #iruka #iruka sensei #iruka x reader #iruka smut?#mild smut #iruka fluff #naruto imagines

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Galactica, Chapter 23 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: We know our posting schedule has gotten slower, but we hope you’re still enjoying the story. XOXO! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: The Galactica afterparty brought people together in many different ways.

This Chapter: NYFW comes to an end, and the team leaves for London, some more enthusiastically than others.

***

Ivy strolled through the courtyard at Bryant Park, on her way to deliver a charged battery pack to Raja before the Ralph Lauren show began, since Raja was as incapable of keeping her own alive as she was caring for the plants she continually adopted, all of that falling on Ivy - who fortunately didn’t mind, enjoying the relaxing tasks of caring for them as a break from the craziness of corporate life.

Most assistants as experienced as Ivy would be annoyed at doing this kind of menial delivery task, some probably even seeing it as demeaning, but Ivy was happy for the excuse to get out of the office and observe the colorful chaos of New York Fashion Week in person. Especially today, on the last day, when people from every walk of life seemed to converge in Bryant Park in a strange and glorious blend of humanity.

If Ivy was being honest with herself, she was quite the people watcher. She loved sitting back and collecting knowledge about others, not because she wanted to do anything with the information, but just to satisfy her own relentless curiosity, which was as much a part of her as the gap in her teeth.

She’d seen so much over the course of this week, so many things that she knew people probably had no idea she knew. She had watched her own boss quietly panic a few hours before the Galactica show, a look in her eyes that everyone else missed--people always assumed that Raja was 100% confident all the time, but Ivy knew better. She’d seen the way Pearl showed up every day looking more and more hungover, the young executive clearly going through something that she was desperately trying to party away. She’d noticed Violet at the party last night, slipping away with Sutan, one of her first glimpses ever into Violet’s personal life.

After dropping off the battery pack, Ivy took her time returning to the line of waiting taxis, taking in the eclectic group of people swarming around and she stopped to buy herself an iced coffee. She was leaning against the wall when she noticed someone staring at her. Ivy definitely recognized the other woman, a redhead with even brighter hair than her own, but she couldn’t place her, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable as the other didn’t look away, their eyes meeting across the courtyard. A fellow observer, she supposed.

Ivy smiled a little, deciding to take a chance on fate, and raised her hand to wave, and the other woman returning it with the brightest smile Ivy had ever seen.

***

“Remember to check with the hotel if they have washed the sheets correctly. You know I can’t tolerate perfume.”

“Yes Miss.” Violet nodded as she jotted down the last of what Fame had asked her. They were leaving the last show of the week, the sun going down as Fame walked towards her car.

“And what about Monday?”

“Your travel itinerary is printed, packed and ready to go. I even emailed it to Mr. Bertschy.”

“Good.” Fame looked at Violet, her sunglasses perched in her blonde hair, and for a moment, just a moment, it almost seemed like Fame was smiling.

“That’s all.”

***

Courtney swayed a bit to the music in the crowded club. It was Saturday: New York Fashion Week was officially over, and on Monday, her boss was flying to Europe for three weeks. Three amazing weeks where she wouldn’t have to run around like a maniac fetching coffee or jumping up in fear every time she heard footsteps or trying to read her mind while on the receiving end of a withering glare.

“Uh oh…”

“What?” Courtney asked, seeing Willam’s furrowed brow.

“Four o’clock. Someone better call the wedgie police, because...yikes.”

Courtney giggled, turning her gaze in the direction Willam gestured and then immediately covering her face.

“Oh god, that looks painful!”

“I bet she’s bleeding.”

Courtney laughed harder. She’d been having a surprisingly good time with Willam; in spite of her apprehension about him, it wasn’t awkward at all. She felt comfortable, almost like she was with one of her girlfriends. He was funny and charming and when she said she was thinking about going vegan, didn’t make an annoyed face. He simply took out his phone and searched for the best vegan restaurants in the neighborhood.

He’d treated her to a pretty good dinner, where he’d again listened kindly while she vented about work, and then they’d made the short walk to the club, where Sólseturstríðsmenn was about to perform.

The best thing about Willam so far, though, was that he was such a perfect gentleman. He wasn’t trying to get her drunk, or getting handsy like most guys. He was treating her like a person, which Courtney supposed shouldn’t have been such a brand new experience on a date, but here she was.

“So, I know you said that you’re a lightweight, but I’m gonna grab another drink. You want one?”

“Um...yeah, okay,” Courtney said with a smile. “Why not?”

As he headed towards the bar, Courtney watched him closely, trying to gauge her attraction. As different as he was from the boys she’d dated in the past, there was something oddly compelling about him. She found her eyes drifting down to his ass--which wasn’t flat like most guys, but rounded, almost peachy, and Courtney wondered what it would feel like to just grab ahold of it. She looked away quickly, her cheeks growing hot.

She wondered if he would try to kiss her tonight. She didn’t love the idea of a beard against her face, but he did have full, soft lips, and maybe it would be nice. Maybe she did like Willam. Wouldn’t it be crazy to date a boy who didn’t make her sigh with irritation when his name came up on the caller ID?

When he returned with the drinks, she accepted hers gratefully and beamed up at him.

“What?” he asked, those pretty blue eyes looking at her with amused curiosity.

“I was just thinking about what a good time I’m having,” said Courtney.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he laughed. “I’m a very fucking good time.”

Courtney gave a cute shrug, then giggled, taking his arm and leaning a head on his shoulder. Maybe she should have tried dating a guy who wasn’t an absolute dickhead much sooner.

***

“You’re such a brat,” Pearl laughed, sipping a beer as she watched Trixie stuff clothes into his suitcase, pouting the whole time.

He had really hoped to avoid Europe this year, or at least be able to cut his trip short. But instead, Fame had decided that it was important for the whole senior creative team to be there the entire time, to absorb the inspiration. As if he couldn't get all the inspiration he needed right here in New York.

Trixie looked up at Pearl with a scowl.

“Don’t you have your own packing to do?” he asked.

“It takes me exactly 4 minutes to pack,” Pearl told him, a smirk on her face. “When you’re this perfect, everything looks good together.”

“All black everything helps too.”

“I have whites.”

“Whatever.” Trixie rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know why you’re pouting, man. It’s three weeks in Europe, paid for by the company. Partying on someone else’s dime.” Pearl flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “It’s the dream.”

“I don’t like partying.”

“You used to like partying,” Pearl said, adding, “You used to be cool.”

“Well, I guess I’m just not cool anymore!” Trixie snapped, just as Katya appeared in the doorway.

“Of course you’re cool, baby,” she cooed. “The coolest cat in the joint.”

Pearl burst out laughing, and Trixie crossed his arms.

“Are you mocking me now, too?”

“Nooo, never!” Katya dropped down to her knees beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “And just to show you how great I think you are, I’m making a special lunch just for you.”

“Oh yeah?” Trixie asked, suddenly interested.

“Uh huh…” Katya rubbed his back. “Now, I’ve never tasted this regional delicacy myself, but I have it on good authority that it’s one of your very favorites. It’s called ‘Tater Tot Hotdish.’”

“What? Tater Tot Hotdish? Seriously?” Trixie clapped his hands excitedly.

“Yes, baby, and I made enough for you to take a big old portion with you on the place tomorrow.”

“God, you’re the absolute best,” Trixie said, taking Katya’s face in his hands and laying a kiss on her. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“Aww, I’ll miss you too, along with the goods.” Katya squeezed his ass, giggling.

Trixie pulled back to study her face. She seemed normal, but he’d noticed her getting up early lately, meeting one of her friends from rehab in the mornings before work. They’d been together long enough for him to know that these things came in cycles, and getting some extra support was nothing to panic over, but with both him and Pearl leaving town at the same time, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Are you gonna be okay while we’re gone? Really?”

“Of course I am, sugarbutt.” Katya gave him one of her signature 1000-watt smiles. “Now, excuse me, I need to go check on your tots.”

He watched her go, still not entirely convinced. Maybe it would be a good idea for someone to check on her while he was away. Someone responsible and trustworthy...

***

Violet saw her work phone vibrate out of the corner of her eye, her screen lighting up. She tried to read it, tried to make out who had contacted her, when she was pulled out of her thoughts.

“Am I not entertaining enough?”

Violet turned to look, Sutan’s warm voice loud and clear, a smirk on his lips. They were eating breakfast at a cafe near his apartment, a plate of half eaten avocado on rye in front of her, while Sutan had opted for waffles and scrambled eggs.

“Of course.”

It had been Violet’s idea to meet up for breakfast before Sutan had to leave. She had meant to come over, had meant to spend more time with him, but the week had flown by, and suddenly it had passed without the two of them actually seeing each other.

“I just need-” Violet bit her lip and titled her phone, surprise hitting her when she saw that Trixie was the one who had texted. “Oh. I have to-”

“Lovely eyes-” Violet looked at him again, Sutan’s elbow leaning on the table, his fingers around a steaming hot cup of coffee. “What could possibly be more important than me?”

“Work.”

“Ow.” Sutan laughed, holding a hand to his heart, and Violet felt a surge of embarrassment crash over her.

“Sorry,” Violet hadn’t meant to be so blunt, hadn’t meant to dismiss him so harshly, “I didn’t-”

Her phone vibrated again, and Violet saw that she had gotten a second message from Trixie.

“I have to-”

“Ignore me if you must,” Sutan was clearly entertained by it, his tone teasing, “but know that I’m not usually treated like this Miss Chachki.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Violet opened the texts, quickly scanning them.

TRIXIE: Hi Violet. I was wondering if you could do me a favor? While I’m in Europe, do you mind checking in on Katya?

TRIXIE: Just once or twice if you have time.

Violet bit her lip. She considered Katya someone she liked, maybe even a friend if the blonde agreed, but she wasn’t sure and that she was close enough to check in on her, whatever that meant.

TRIXIE: You could bring her dinner? She likes chinese.

“So,” Sutan titled his head, his foot on tapping against her shin. “Is it important?”

Sutan’s voice was still warm, his tone still light, but Violet didn’t want to push him any further, didn’t want to risk him getting annoyed or tired. Violet flipped her phone, turning the screen to the table. “It’s not an emergency.”

“Good,” Sutan chuckled, and Violet felt her stomach do a flip, the man stupidly attractive when he was laughing, his dark eyes ones she swore she could drown in. “I was worried for a minute that Fame had remembered she was flying tomorrow.”

“Ah,” Violet hid a smile behind her teacup.

“I’m just happy that I’m on an entirely different flight.”

She had never seen Fame on a plane, but she had heard first hand experiences from senior staff who had been with her, and had even helped her prepare more than once.

“Speaking about phones though-” Sutan smirked.

“We weren’t-“

“I looked for you on Instagram.”

Violet raised an eyebrow, her food still forgotten on her plate. “Why?”

“Because I enjoy your company?” Sutan chuckled, and Violet realized that she was being unnecessarily harsh once again, but she didn’t like that Sutan had gone looking for information about her, her chest tightening. “I couldn’t find you, do you have a nickname or somethi-”

“I don’t have an account.”

“Violet,” Sutan leaned back in his chair, “Just because I wasn’t upset about the assistant thing doesn’t mean I’m okay with you lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Please.” Sutan rolled his eyes, actually sounding annoyed now. “Why wouldn’t you-“

“I don’t use social media.” Violet ran her fingers through her hair, looking directly at Sutan. “I don’t have time.”

She wasn’t lying. When everyone else had jumped on the social media train, Violet had been busy, so she had never gotten on Myspace or Twitter or Instagram or whatever else people had profiles on. When Violet applied to Parsons, she had even deactivated the Facebook her mom had made her make when she moved to New York, the decision almost making itself.

Her lack of social media was one of the reasons she became friends with Pearl, the blonde absolutely fascinated by the fact that the only way she could reach Violet was by email or text.

She wasn’t unaware of the online world, Pearl keeping her in the loop of trends, and she sometimes used the office computer to look at pugs on Youtube, but all in all, Violet simply wasn’t interested in creating her own content.

“Do you promise?”

Violet was happy with being anonymous, was very happy that she didn’t exist online, and she intended to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.

“I promise,” Violet nodded, leaning over the table to give Sutan a quick, closed mouthed kiss.

***

“Darling,” Fame tightened her grip, the fabric of Patrick’s jacket between her fingers. The hustle and bustle of the airport was all around them, and Fame wished she could disappear. “Look at me.”

Fame huffed, turning her head and nuzzling further into Patrick’s neck.

“I know you’re upset-” Patrick ran a hand up her back.

To say that she was upset was an understatement. In fact, she was livid, anxiety and anger like a storm inside of her. She knew it wasn’t fair, knew she was being a child, but she didn’t want to fly without Patrick, didn’t want to risk her life without her husband at her side.

She had asked him to come along, had been ready to beg, but Patrick had work, had his own company to run, and it wasn’t fair of Fame to expect him to get on a transAtlantic flight with her, just so she didn’t have to do it alone.

“You’ll be fine.”

Fame sighed, the scent of Patrick filling her nose. They were waiting for Raja and Raven, Raja ready to take her hand and not let go until they touched down in London.

Fame knew that Raven hated it, but she could live with the stink eyes and Raven’s pouting if it meant that she had one of the few people she trusted by her side the entire time she was off the ground.

***

Courtney typed at lightning speed, adding the last three messages into Miss Fame’s phonesheet, then clicked back over to continue checking her emails.

Since most of the senior executives were on a plane to London, she had been expecting a chill morning, but it was the exact opposite: the phone was ringing off the hook: press requests for interviews and to borrow pieces of the collection, invitations, buyers, influencers. Not to mention the flurry of activity within the company to get the ready to wear versions of the Spring line into stores. Courtney could barely read one email before three more came in, she and Violet in constant communication as they made sure nothing slipped through the cracks.

The one saving grace was that apparently, it was tradition for things around the office to get much more casual while Fame and the others were away, and so she was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a cute Lululemon top.

The clothes were such a huge bonus that Courtney didn’t even mind that Violet had sent her to marketing three times: running up and down the stairs in sneakers was a hell of a lot nicer than doing it in heels.

Courtney was almost finished catching up on her emails when Violet stood up.

“I’m getting a cup of tea, do you want anything?”

Courtney looked up with a smile, thrilled that she and Violet were getting along so well today. Although the frenzied activity was a bit overwhelming for her, Violet seemed to thrive in it, and thus her patience had increased about two thousand percent.

“Um, I’ll take coconut water, if we have any. Thanks,” Courtney said, and Violet nodded, ducking into the kitchen.

The phone rang once again, and Courtney answered it, picking up her notepad and a pen. “Miss Fame’s office…”

“Hi, Bianca Del Rio for Fame.”

“I’m sorry, she’s unavailable right now, may I take a message?” Courtney asked sweetly. She couldn’t help wondering if Bianca might possibly recognize her voice, and found her cheeks coloring slightly at the thought.

“Oh shit. She’s on the plane to London now, huh?”

“Umm…” Courtney knew that she wasn’t supposed to reveal exactly where Fame was, but it was one of her closest friends, so maybe it would be okay. She settled on a slightly evasive, “...Possibly.”

Bianca laughed. “Very good work, Courtney. Protecting your boss’s privacy. I love it.”

“I do my best,” Courtney said, trying to suppress the grin she couldn’t seem to help whenever Bianca paid her a compliment. She wasn’t sure why, though, since Bianca obviously couldn’t see her, but even so… “Did you want to leave a message?”

“Nah...I’ll just text her,” Bianca said. “Bye, Courtney. Have a good day.”

“Bye, Bianca. You too.” Courtney hung up, just as Violet’s head appeared in the doorway, irritation all over her face.

“That better not have been Bianca Del Rio,” Violet said, a hand on her hip.

“Umm…”

“Courtney! We’ve been over this. You need to show people more respect. She’s the editor-in-chief of Marie-Claire, for god’s sake!”

“I know, but I…” Courtney trailed off, biting her lip. She wasn’t sure how to explain to Violet how wrong it would’ve felt to address Bianca as ‘Ms. Del Rio’ like she was supposed to. It was so stiff and formal, and their relationship felt much more casual than that. Courtney blushed, realizing that even the word ‘relationship’ was an overstatement. She was probably just being stupid, should probably just listen to Violet and shut up. “I’m sorry, I’ll remember next time.”

“You better,” Violet said. “Because if Miss Fame had heard that, she would’ve been livid.”

Courtney nodded, and Violet seemed satisfied with that, handing over the bottle of coconut water.

***

In the nearly four years that Ivy had worked for Raja, she’d lost count of the number of times people expressed amazement that the infamous “Dragon Lady” had managed to hold onto an assistant for so long.

In spite of Raja’s deserved reputation for being tough, Ivy felt immensely lucky to be working for her. For one thing, she was smart and insanely talented. And while she was by no means soft or low maintenance, Ivy always found her to be fair--even generous, when the situation warranted it. And the fact that she respected Ivy so much, often asking her for her opinions and consulting with her about important decisions, meant a lot--as did the trust she put in her to handle many things on her own. They had a system, and it worked for both of them.

But all that said, Ivy still enjoyed the few times a year when her boss was out of town. For one thing, it was nice to be more in control of her own schedule, and for another, it gave her the opportunity to work on one of her absolute favorite tasks: organizing the deep storage in one of their downstairs warehouses.

The styling closet next to Raja’s office was relatively easy to keep up with. Sure, it got a little messy at times, but if she stayed late or came in early every few weeks, she could manage. But the warehouse was another animal entirely. It often became the dumping ground for everything from design, referred to with nicknames like the Bermuda Triangle and the Couture Graveyard.

It was Ivy’s job to keep everything neat and labeled, and with how rare it was for her to get large amounts of time to handle it, this was no small feat. Right now, her task was to meticulously label and store every piece from the runway show, and to update her system to track the loans. She always felt a little bad about the cast-offs. In the past, they saved every garment, even the ones that were not approved, usually all smushed together in one extra-large garment bag--but this collection had about 10 times the amount of these little orphaned pieces as usual.

The three weeks of European Fashion Week were truly the greatest; all of senior management was gone, which meant that the support staff could wear whatever they wanted to the office. Ivy was personally dressed in something she would never get caught dead in with Raja in the office, but sneakers and jeans were perfect for dancing along to Taylor Swift and moving heavy boxes as she got down to the nitty gritty of cleaning the warehouse.

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25 for the intimacy prompts and andyeddie? Id youre ok with pacific characters of course :)

intimacy prompts ( accepting! )

25. dancing

highkey this is my first time ever writing them, and i’m not sure i got their characterization down, but i was excited ---

A pub in central Melbourne, just skirting the heart of the nightlife district — it stands to reason on a night like this, it wouldn’t be empty.

Still, Andy hadn’t expected just how crowded it would be. Every marine and their brother, it seems, is taking advantage of their temporary leave. Not all of them have passes, no doubt, but they’ve all slipped out tonight to enjoy themselves... Melbourne is a completely foreign city, where none of the locals know their names, and there are so many uniformed men about that it’s easy to melt into a crowd. There’s no better place to get lost.

“I think,” he remarks over the deafening band, passing Eddie a fresh drink, “we should try to find another place.”

“What?” Eddie hollers back — or so Andy gathers from the motion of his mouth. The actual sound is swept away in the crowd.

“I said we should go somewhere else!”

“Yeah!” Eddie nods enthusiastically, though one look at his face let’s Andy know he didn’t pick up a word. His eyes glitter with amusement, mouth tight at the corners like he’s fighting back a grin. “You sure are, Skipper!”

“You need to work on your lip reading,” Andy declares.

“Good drink!” says Eddie, and takes a sip to prove it.

Andy nurses his own beer, leaning his weight back on his heels as he surveys the chaotic crowd. It must be a fire hazard, so many men packed in here... they’re practically body to body on the dance floor, bashing into each other with every wild swing step. This is a recipe for a brawl. Say a few hot-bloods look at each other the wrong way after a few pints too many... but for now, it’s peaceful. Chaos, sure, but a kind of peaceful chaos. The kind that two officers, passes in their pockets and the ability to look the other direction, have no need to break up at the moment.

Instead, Andy soaks in the pulsing music, and the familiar presence of Eddie at his shoulder. Eddie’s always there; he’s the most consistent thing in this entire, chaotic war, and Andy depends on him as much here as he does in combat. A dance hall is a battle field of a different kind. While becoming familiar with one, Andy’s fallen out of practice with the other; it’s been a long time since he was out dancing.

There were dances aplenty back at Bowdoin. Andy never missed a single one, but it wasn’t out of real desire; as football captain, it was simply expected of him. He couldn’t let the team down; even when forced to turn down invitation after invitation, from girls with rouge on their lips and hope in their eyes, he always felt a pang of regret. Most of the time, they were mere acquaintances; he could never understand why they pinned their hopes on a date with him, but they always seemed to wilt at his inevitable response. Andy was not a man for swinging and revelry. He never... felt inclined. Same for the cheerleaders who blew kisses across the practice field, or the sweet girls in short skirts who served the team refreshments during the games. Andy attended each party because it was expected of him, but he never put any more of himself into it. He smiled, he was polite, and went home at the end of the night usually-sober, with plans for the next day’s practice running through his head.

“A naturalborn captain,” one of his teammates teased him, “but a hell of a bore at parties.”

Maybe so. Andy isn’t entirely sure what he’s even doing here, out on the town tonight. It hadn’t been his first idea... but Eddie suggested, insisted, and he’s learned in a very short time that he’s awful at denying Eddie anything.

A weight presses against his arm, and Eddie murmurs over the crowd, something Andy doesn’t catch. When Andy turns to look at him, Eddie’s closer, craning towards Andy’s ear. They end up almost nose to nose, and Andy chuckles after a beat, leaning back.

He expects Eddie to echo his earlier suggestion, eager to make themselves scarce. Instead, he’s surprised. “How ‘bout a dance?”

Andy spins back around. This time, it’s his turn to mouth, “What?”

“A dance!” Either Eddie’s better at shouting over a crowd, or Andy’s suddenly so alert he can make out every word. It helps that Eddie’s miming the motions as he speaks them. He’d make a terrible mime.

Andy casts a glance around, hoping the distraction masks his obvious reluctance. To his relief, there are no free partners in sight. Every single woman has been claimed by a marine already... and there are about three men in the pub to each woman, so the ratio is skewed. Most of the men who haven’t been able to find a partner are crowded around the edges of the room, drinking and talking among themselves. The girls are busy in the center of the room, flitting from Marine to Marine with each song. If they want to claim a partner for the next dance, they’ll probably have to get in line.

If he wanted to disguise his hesitance, relief is no doubt clear in his eyes when he turns back to Eddie. “There’re no partners,” he replies, gesturing around them for emphasis. “Afraid we can’t do it.”

“Funny,” says Eddie, and Andy only catches the words because he’s watching him so raptly. “I’ve never known you to be afraid of anything.”

Nothing in the world, from gunfire in the rainforests to corpses piling on a white sand beach, can stop Andy in his tracks as neatly as that stare. Eddie stares like he knows something you don’t, and wants to make sure you at least know that much, even if he’s got no intention of letting you in on the secret. Sometimes Eddie’s stares are promises... and sometimes they leave Andy feeling cursed. It’s hard to tell what this one means, but it sets every last of his nerves alight, vibrating with a nervous energy that he’s only ever felt before a big game or battle.

Why the hell is Eddie looking at him like that?

Maybe he misheard, or misread the motion of Eddie’s lips. That’d explain it. Andy take comfort in that thought, and another long sip of beer. It chills his insides, offering him an alternative to the sweltering Melbourne night. Part of him hopes it will deliver him from Eddie too... but when he looks over again, the other man is still watching him, intent as ever.

He could come up with something smart to say, but the effect’s lost when you can barely hear yourself think. He could try to lure a girl off the dance floor, even if it means they have to share her. He could take the lead out of the pub, trusting Eddie to follow at his heels, like he can always be counted on to do.

Instead, Andy holds out a hand — and, before Eddie can process it, takes his friend’s in his own. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s dance.”

Eddie’s gaze lingers on their joined hands for a few seconds, and Andy sees the question there... but then Eddie looks up, and his face is set, and he’s wearing that familiar determination. Something in Andy gets stronger too, strong enough to pull Eddie out into the sea of dancers.

Whatever tune the band’s struck up, it’s a roaring good time. When carried by such lovely music, it’s impossible to hold still; in the midst of a sea of people spinning and swinging, Andy and Eddie are forced closer. For a moment, it feels like all eyes are on them — two officers, two men dancing with each other in public — but Andy doesn’t have to look hard to realize they’re not the only ones. A number of guys have joined up with each other, in lieu of female company. On a night like this, with drinks flowing and music playing, it’d be a shame to not enjoy it.

Eddie certainly is. His earlier miming did absolutely no credit to his dancing skill; he’s light on his feet, moving with a grace few people in the hall, even the ladies, can mimic. He more than makes up for Andy’s clumsiness. When Andy sways, uncertain of the steps, Eddie shows him; a twist here, a turn there, take a step here just to avoid being slammed into by another couple... honestly, most of the dance is just trying to avoid crashing into other people, but the longer they go on, the more Andy finds — to his own surprise — that he’s having fun.

Eddie’s wearing his grin again — that restrained, close-lipped smile, teasing at something more without ever really revealing it. He’s good at that, leaving Andy wondering. He wonders where Eddie learned to dance... wonders if this is his first time dancing with a man. Eddie slips into leading so naturally that he must be accustomed to female partners... but Andy, never a natural on his feet, does not mind being led. It’s so much easier to follow in Eddie’s wake, focusing only on his smile and the light touch of his hands on his forearms. He moves them both along. Andy trusts in him with every step, and Eddie returns it threefold every time they avoid crashing into another dancing couple.

“You’ve got a talent,” Andy declares after the first song fades away into a slower second. There’s no need to mime; they’re close enough to hear each other over the din.

“Don’t go complimenting me now,” Eddie replies. “I’ll get all bashful.”

“That would be a shame. We’re getting along so well, this far.”

“I’ve gotta tell you, Skipper...” Eddie leans in closer, and it feels intimate somehow, the way his words graze Andy’s cheek. “You’re a fine date, but a shit dancer.”

“And you’re a gentleman, clearly.” Andy fights back a laugh as he leans back, unwilling to give Eddie the satisfaction. His cheeks feel warm, but that could be the drinks, or the crowd, or the exertion... a thousand excuses that don’t involve Eddie’s rough hand, so gentle around his wrist. “You know this song?” he asks, eager for a distraction.

“A bit. Heard it on the radio, but never tried to play it myself before.” Eddie’s lips twitch. “My old girl’s not much for love songs. She gets jealous.”

Andy’s struck dumb, in the few seconds it takes to realize Eddie’s not talking about a girlfriend back home, but his much-doted-on guitar. Talk about the love of a man’s life. “That’s a shame. You treat her so well.”

“Sure, but I’ve never danced with her like this. She’d be snapping her strings with jealousy about now.”

Andy can’t help chuckling. For a moment, his gaze flutters away... but when it strays back, Eddie is still watching him, with an expression on his face Andy can’t hope to decode. The curve of his lips is an enigma. That brightness in his eyes, flaring and crackling like firecrackers on the Fourth of July, draws Andy in and refuses to let him go.

He’s making more of this than it is. Were there other options, a beautiful woman at hand, Eddie would not be dancing with him. That dark gaze would be sparkling at someone else, that smirk reserved for another person’s pleasure. Whatever hum of exhilaration buzzes in the pit of Andy’s stomach, there’s no good reason for it… because whatever this is, it’s not intimacy. It isn’t theirs.

“I see,” Eddie says, and Andy’s attention is jerked rapidly back to the present. “You’re caught up in your own head. Even while dancing. No wonder you’ve stepped on my toes twice now.”

“Have I?” He hadn’t noticed. Andy’s alarmed to realize how close he came to doing it a third time, but when he looks up, Eddie looks painfully tolerant.

“I’ve had worse.”

“Not from me.”

“Nah.” Eddie’s eyes soften. “But if I win a Purple Heart for dancing with my captain, I’m not inclined to turn it down.”

Maybe that’s what this is to Eddie — a favor. Maybe he just thought Andy needed the release of a dance so desperately that it was worth biting the bullet himself. Would he have come out tonight, were Andy not with him? Would he be enjoying himself more?

Something in his face must falter, because Eddie catches it. A line appears between his brows as they draw together; a second later, he turns them both, Andy drawn along by the momentum. He almost loses his footing, but Eddie’s grip on his upper arm steadies him. He ends up half-braced against the other man; as he straightens up, he unconsciously leans into Eddie’s chest.

“Now, don’t think I’m trying to sweep you off your feet or anything…”

Andy draws back to blink at him.

“Because I’m not.” Oh yes, Eddie is inappropriately amused now. He's finding this entire situation hilarious. While his lieutenant’s sense of humor occasionally soars three feet to the left of Andy’s head, he can never resent it. Not in the face of that smirk, or the way Eddie’s eyes gleam like turquoise gems buried in the sand. Even if it’s at his expense… Andy would like to see Eddie happy forever.

“You’re hardly courting me,” Andy replies with a restrained smirk of his own, as they spin out of the path of several more couples. “We’re just dancing.”

“Completely casual thing for men to do in a time of war.”

“I prefer this sort of dance to one with a dagger at my throat.”

Eddie’s gaze seems to linger on his throat for too long, but Andy can’t be certain. His heart is pounding so hard, it’s drowning out the music. Can’t Eddie hear it? Can’t he feel it?

To distract from his own anxiety, Andy gives Eddie a short tug. It nearly takes him off his feet; Eddie huffs in surprise, steadying them both with the casual grace that never fails him. His hand trails down Andy’s arm as they sway in time to the music. It’s absurd how breathless Andy feels. They’re not dancing that hard; he’s got no excuse.

“Out of breath, Skipper?” A glaze of concern masks the obvious tease. “We can sit, if you need to.”

“After just one dance?” Andy crooks an eyebrow. “I’d be disappointed in myself.”

Eddie’s hand finds purchase on his elbow and stays there, guiding them both along. Andy’s own hand came to rest somewhere on his shoulders, but they wander as if they’ve got a will of their own. He doesn’t realize he’s touching the muscles of Eddie’s back until his dance partner shifts against him, rolling his shoulders in time with the music. Andy jumps, and begins to move on instinct… but Eddie’s grip on his arm tightening urges him to stay.

“So long as you’re alright,” Eddie says, holding his eye for a beat too long. Andy stares back at him; somewhere deep down, a well of resilience he hadn’t realized he possessed, the same one that got him through Guadalcanal unbroken, forces its way upwards. He nods, jaw setting, and a tension in Eddie’s face melts away.

“Alright, then.” He looks relaxed — truly relaxed, for the first time since they got here, and it can’t be blamed on the drink alone… Andy’s heart stutters in his chest at the way his Lieutenant smiles, and he finds himself grinning back. Eddie Jones in peacetime is handsomer than any white-sand beach of glittering coastline this part of the world can provide. He’s all those things and more, rolled into an impeccably competent package, and Andy’s holding him in his arms.

To think, just a month ago, neither of them thought they’d make it off that island in one piece. Who could have imagined this?

Here and now, with Eddie leading them both along to the music, Andy feels… content. Content, maybe, for the first time since this entire war began — happier than he’s been since finding Eddie alive after a brutal firefight, when reports first pinned him as KIA, happier than he was seeing Eddie emerge from those jungles, mud-splattered but whole. This sort of war doesn’t allow men much happiness. If they find it here, in a last-resort dance that might mean everything or nothing at all…

Well, Andy will settle. He’s gotten good at that.

“When’s the last time you danced?” Eddie inquires, leaning in to murmur the words in his low, husky tone.

Andy doesn’t lean back. Instead, he lets his answer brush Eddie’s cheek as he replies. “This is a first for me.” His hand steadies itself on Eddie’s back, the other running slowly up his arm. The other man relaxes against his touch. Andy smiles. “And I’ve got to say… it’s a dance to remember.”

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