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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years

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Leaving Pluto -

Lee Know smut imagine.

Contains: soft dom!lee know, praise mixed with teasing, slight choking. Arguing slightly. Fingering, oral $ex

Minors don't interact.

Working past the work hours cause he didn't have you waiting for him to come home.

It was another exhausting night for Minho. Being away from you was killing him slowly. A small fight that happened four days ago was the reason for you to not contact him. You wanted to find a new workplace, cause you were too tired of your co workers talking behind your back how cheap of a woman you were just because you were dating a male with slight higher position than you. According to Minho you should have ignored thier words or come with most savage comeback possible or simply talk sweetly and be friends with them. But you being you picked up the option which he never expected. Your resignation letter.

For Minho you were a deadly drug, Without you he can't live. He was addicted to feeling of being loved.

Being bad with words he never really poured out his heart to you. He fell for you when he was at his peak of self-hatred, he still can't understand how you were able to see behind the proud man who earned his position all by himself was a hiding his depressed emo kid who just wished to feel something.

Minho can't lose you. He exactly knew where you were. But he didn't have the guts to face you, he was scared because his words were no less than knifes. He was tired of himself being always a jerk to you and you forgiving him everytime because

Minho was your everything too.

You both weren't in a toxic relationship just were different.

He believed in facing problem and you believed in running away from it .

Shutting down the laptop he picked his coat and stuff. Minho made his mind, he can't just sit ideal and expect you to come back to him . Your apartment wasn't miles away from him but here he was still hesitating to start the car and and Stay with you.

Finally gathering all his shattered courage and starting the engine Minho finally headed to his world.

Standing infront of your apartment and again trying to find his lost courage Minho finally rung the door bell and it didn't even took 10 secs before the door opened.

"What you want", you Asked him. Your voice colder than ice. You expected Minho to come begging at your door anyways as you understand what kind of devil was residing in his mind, but now you were tired , tired of how Minho only knew how to regret over the mess he created himself. Looking in his eyes, your whole tough demonor almost shaken. You hated to see Minho in that state.

"umm, can I come in, please Y/N?"

He gave you a small smile and your heart melted, no one knows how much you adored that man he always just pretend to have a tough front, and right now it was crumbling again.

Sighing heavily you let him in.

"come in" you said.

"Y/N, Listen to me please, I overreacted it was my fault I -I apologize I was hitted hard by fact that I would be unable to see you everyday in that suffocating place, I--I am really sorry and please I wasn't trying to control you, I was being selfish I--I-I--"

" will you stop now?" You asked him cutting him off, whatever anger you had disappeared the moment he expressed his heart truly but you just wanted to know one thing.

"Do you love me Minho?", You asked him you didn't understand what exact feelings he had for you, was it love, or desire to be love, or just a simple fuck. Minho's face full of confusion, you caught him off-guard. But he answered confidently no ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"I love you, I love you so much" His voice so sincere like he was practicing his wedding vows.

"Then fucking act like a normal guy in love for atleast 1 second, who the hell takes almost whole week to apologize?? Is your ego more powerful than your love, dating in office place was so damn hard for me those annoying rats comments were giving me headache and I live with you, do you forgot that??? Fucking stupid crazy ?"

You ranted , felt like the weight from your shoulders finally lifted you just wanted his genuine emotions, living peacefully without arguing like cats and dogs.

Minho was hanging his head low in guilt knowing how much damaged he has caused , that you started to doubt his love.

"I love you so much sorry please forgive me , I will try to get better", Minho said he always meant what he said. looking straight into eyes he come closer to you.

"You should have come sooner, I missed your stupid ass", you said speaking from your heart. The 5 days argument finally fucking itself.

Minho smiled at you and said," I was too afraid of lover, you know she is a whole different person when angry." Pouting like a kid, he was too irresistible for you and you were deprived from his touch,his kisses and whole him.

"You talk to much", You said and locked your lips with Minho for a desperate deep kiss, which he happily reciprocated back with equal desperation and love.

" you are the hottest girl I have ever seen" he said and pecked your lips lifting you up in his arms and going straight to your bedroom. Both of you looking at each other with so much respect love and affection. Reaching your bedroom Minho slowly put you down smiling at you and whispering "let me show you how much love I have for you", whimpering desperately at his words that sended shivers down your spine no matter how many times he had fucked you , you can't get used to his dominant persona.

Minho's hand wondering inside your hoodie and cupping your breasts as you didn't wore any bra his fingers softly pinching your buds not in a rough way. Tonight he decided to go as gentle as possible.

"Stop teasing, Minho", you moaned desperately , tugging on Minho's shirt and attempting to free his god sculpted body. One thing Minho loved the most about you , you not being shy and addressing whatsoever you felt. Minho smiled playfully at you and saying out " patience darling, I am gonna make you feel good" This man is gonna be death of me you thought .

Minho removed your hoodie and freed your upper body, cold air immediately making your buds hard again, his hand resting on your waist and one to support himself at top of you , he started kissing your neck And leaving a very small hickey as you didn't liked him marking you at visible places, you were too lazy to conceal it. Going down and cupping your right breast so tenderly your breath getting heavier at Minho's slow yet sensual ministrations, he was different from usual, definitely more soft.

But him being slow was torture to your core.

"Please", you whimpered bucking up your hips to Minho's body in response he grabbed your thighs his hands, caressing your inner thighs dangerously close to your heat, you were already wet from all the foreplay , your pussy begging to get destroyed by your lover.

Minho removed your shorts , now your slight wet panties being the only cloth on your body on the other hand Minho being Fully dressed his black shit wrinkled from your tight grip which he unbuttoned hastily after freeing your body from those useless panties throwing somewhere in room.

"because of who your pussy is soo wet , love?" He said looking straight in your eyes his fingers resting at your entrance, waiting for your answer before doing anything else. A fucking teaser.

"Because of you Min, do something please", your voice coming out much softer and desperate than you thought.

Finally giving you a big smile, Minho entered his fingers in your mouth covered in your saliva then without warning he shoved his two fingers in your hole and moving them at a extremely slow pace his touch was so powerful today even if it was different he never was a slow going man but you weren't complaining.

Minho went down to your thigh level, eyes looking straight at your pussy , without removing his fingers , he attacked your pussy with his mouth, sucking the entrance and tongue going straight inside you, fingers and the soft muscle making it difficult for you to not moan and just keep screaming his name till your lungs burn.

His nose brushing to your your clit , and fingers finally picking up pace , you can literally feel Minho's smirk whenever you called his name.

"I. ... I am close", you said followed by a high pitched moan, hearing you Minho's own cock almost bursting , he added a third finger and started sucking you more aggressively.

"I am cumin..." You felt your body on cloud nine, your high washing over you, juices flowing from you and Minho not letting them fall, till the last drop he kept eating you out and fingering, you almost crying from overstimulation.

"How was it babe? Felt good?", Minho asked you even knowing the answer that he literally made you see the stars alone with his fingers and tongue, detaching himself from your lower body and again looking at you , You got up ready to give him something in return, he loved your mouth and loved how you gagged whenever his tip touched back of your throat, your hands reached his belt but he stopped you .

"This, ain't about me babe", Minho said, resulting in you looking at him in pure frustration, giving you a sly smile as he lied you back down on bed he continued. " I mean suck me some other day, now I just wanna come inside your small pussy"

Minho have a great way of making you lose your mind completely.

He unbuckled his belt and removing his belt so slowly like he was giving you a whole strip show. After finally freeing his member from all the restrictions Minho's mouth again finding your lips as he slowly entered inside you .

"Fuck, why you always feel so good", Minho grunted heavily and started moving at a slow pace, his hand cupping your breasts and lips hungrily kissing you."you are so fucking beautiful love",He said , his voice containing pure sincerity and sensuality. The way he was rolling his hips was driving you insane, even the kiss was so sensual, his tongue inside exploring your mouth . Minho's body so close to you ,your slight bloated stomach occassionally coming in contact with his sculpted abs, he always made you feel beautiful , sexy even when days he was rough his degradation never made you felt insecure and today he was being so gentle, so soft and his praises making your throbbing heart melt. You love Minho and Minho loves you.

"Minho, please you.. you feel so damn.. good", you said in between your deep breaths and screams. Minho's lips now giving you hickeys and you didn't really wanted to stop him, his mouth felt so damn good. His pace being the same slow torture to you.

"I feel good too babe, inside you", Minho said his grunts getting more louder signalling he was close too. His hand now intervining with yours in a tight grip as if he you were his last straw to sanity.

"can I come, please?", You asked as of an habit , Minho was a hella kinky man and he had taught you so many things inside bedroom and asking for his permission before Cumming was one. He nodded at your request, something which happened once in a blue moon you were glad as wasn't edging you. His thrusts getting faster as he chased down his own high.

Leaving many screams and moans, you cummed around his cock feeling like being top of the world. " You are mine", he said before kissing your forehead and those intervened hand before empting himself inside you.

"I am yours, always yours", you replied to Minho, his forehead resting against yours both giving each other a faint and tired smile.

He scorched beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug , caressing your sweaty forehead and removing the hair that were sticking to it because of the passionate activities you both just did.

Comfortable Silence spreading inside your room. Before Minho finally spoke again.

"I am sorry, you gonna come back to our house right?" Minho apologizing again and being oblivion to the fact that you had even forget the argument. You also loved the way he referred his house to 'ours'. Those small things which he do without any intentions meant so much to you.

"Stop saying sorry It wasn't only yours alone fault too, I too overeacted, sorry" you said to him and snuggling inside his neck . He quickly reacted to the last word. Minho hated the way you thought it was your fault.

"No babe, I am sorry, don't apologize", Minho again saying sorry, Guess it was endless loop of taking the blame. You ignored his words having no energy to argue .

"well, so are we gonna have a bath, We need to go back to our home in morning", you said Minho and him being too aware of hidden meaning of your words.

"Okay babe , let's do 69 there"

Thanks for reading .

Beautiful reader.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz #lee minho #minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee know smut

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 4 years

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Ice Cream Princess

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: There isn't a day that JJ doesn't come to visit you at work. On the day he doesn't, you decide to visit him at work instead.

Word Count: 1,876

Note: A Stranger Things and Outer banks crossover imagine that no one asked for. Please give me feedback on anything but the title, I'm judging it and laughing at myself because of it. I hope you love it!

An ice-cream parlor opens up across the street of The Wreck. The owner quickly judges all of the teenagers that come in looking for a part-time summer job. Luckily for you, your older cousin Robin sweet talks her way - agrees to watch his daughter- to get Hopper to hire you on the spot.

Your favorite co-worker is Steve. Both of you share stories and talk about anything and everything. You're weren't too surprised to find he hang outs with "lil punks".

He has a childish side that comes out when it's you two in the shop. If a touron gives you a weird feeling and tries to flirt with you, Steve takes over like a protective older brother. You started calling him mom when he bossed you around the first time.

Last night there was a party held by the Pogues at the Boneyard. When Robin's girlfriend texts you saying that she woke up with a hangover, you agree with her that it would be best if you cover her shrift.

When you get to the shop on your bike, you park it next to Steve car and cringe when the annoying front door bell rings as you enter. "I'm surprised to see your face this morning."

"Good or bad surprised, mom?" He rolls his eyes as you walk past him and pat his shoulder.

He yells, "the worst!" As you make your way to the small back room and put your backpack in your locker.

You grab the lanyard Pope gave to you and trace the lil doodles Kiara drew on your nametag.

Clocking in, you wave at Hopper through his open office window. He learns further in his chair, arms across his chest.

"You work too much."

"You don't pay me enough."

Humming to the radio that's connected to the speakers that hang from the ceiling, you look over Steve shoulder to see which Playlist he's playing.

You mutter, "I hate that thing" when the bell rings.

JJ is leading everyone, arms flaring around as he jumps on top of the counter. He bends one knee underneath his other leg to sit more comfortably sideways and grins at you.

"You're ass is going to break that and you'll have to pay for it."

"Are you telling me I have a fat ass?" He puts a hand over his heart and fakes cries. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Princess."

You shove him off, chuckling when he almost doesn't save his fall and trip over his own two feet.

"So dramatic like always and Y/N is still my name." You point down at your nametag. "Y/N. Not Princess."

"What do you guys want today?" Steve asks.

JJ glares at him but smirks when you pick up a scoop. He leans over the counter and says, "I'll like a lick of that."

You tell Pope thank you for slapping JJ in the back of the head, making his gray and red snapback fall off.

He runs his fingers through his hair and you barely catch it when throws it towards you.

"You would look better in it than that." He reaches over to tap on your uniform hat wear.

You blush at the hidden complaint and slap his hand away.

"Stop flirting." John B says as he hands over JJ his ice cream.

Kiara slightly pushes him towards the table, they always sit at.

Steve smirks as he leans against the counter. "Princess?"

In the corner of your eye, you see JJ giving himself whiplash. You know Steve is on a mission to find a nickname for you, especially something that you hate as much as he hates 'mom'.

But JJ doesn't. "It's a long story."

"I'll love to hear it someti-"

JJ claps his hands together as the chair slides across the floor as he stands up. "Once upon a time, little miss Y/N dressed up as a princess one Halloween. There was a picture of proof that her mother gladly showed me. Ever since, I've called her Princess and one day she'll call me her Prince. The end."

Sarah 'awwws' and says, "That's actually really adorable."

"Thank you, I know." JJ says proudly and you both smile at each other.

─────

During your next shift, it's only John B and JJ.

"Well hello there boys."

JJ takes off his sunglasses off slowly and puts his arm on the counter. "Princess."

You try not to pay attention to how good his arms look with his gray tank top.

You're the one who breaks eye contact. You don't miss the little fist pump he does but you miss how his shoulders drop when you look at him after seeing how panic John B looks.

Oh, right.

"We need to get the biggest bowl of Sarah's favorite ice cream. Her monthly came to visit and John B, the sweetheart idiot he is, doesn't remember her flavor."

You make 'o' shape with your mouth. "Got it. It's the end of the world for him. Well lucky for you, I know it."

John B screams out, "I owe you one" as he grabs the cup container from you and runs out to the Van.

JJ puts money in the tip jar. "From future Sarah."

After you watch him put his sunglasses back on and the door bell rings when the door closes, Robin pinches your leg.

"Are you going to start helping me again with this or am I going to have to restock everything myself?"

Blushing, you say, "I'm not Steve."

She stops laughing after a few seconds to say, "I bet you that JJ knows his Princess favorite ice cream flavor."

"Shut up."

─────

Pope, Kiara, and JJ all give you a pointed look when they stop by the shop before seeing a movie. The movie you agreed to go to one minute but then the next you said "wait sorry, I have to work." and hanged up on JJ.

"I'm about to drag you and your cute stubborn ass out of here for once and all, Princess."

Kiara has a hand on her hip, when she says, "You need to take a break."

You close your eyes and throw your head back, annoyed that she's right. "You guys know how much I need this job and the money."

A look of understanding crosses JJ's face but he straightens himself and says in a stern voice, "You are also supposed to have fun with your friends once a while."

"I know that!" He doesn't flinch at you raising your voice.

Thinking he's used to it, your heart and face fall.

"I- I'm sorry. How about we all hangout tomorrow at the Chateau and relax? Or we can do anything you guys want to do. Let John B and Sarah know and-"

JJ strides behind the counter and pulls you in a hug. No one words are needed when you shove your face against his chest and catch your breathing.

Pope puts a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, JJ. We're going to be late."

"You know what? I'm actually in the mood for ice cream not theater popcorn. Go on without me."

Kiara tells you both goodbye and Pope mouths "whipped" and does the wrapped around a finger hand's motion as she pulls him away.

You look up at JJ. "You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?" His cocky grin becomes bigger when you roll your eyes before helping a costumer. He leaves the counter to sit at the table, hands on the bottom of his chin as he does silly faces from behind the stranger's shoulder.

─────

Steve looks up when he hears the bell ring and watches as JJ loses his step.

Before he can walk away, Steve says, "She will be back shortly. I sent her to the bank real quick for more change."

JJ lets the door close behind him. He takes a big breath in as he turns around. "You trust her that much, huh?"

"Don't you?"

JJ lets out a dark laugh. "It's different. You get payed to see her, I do it because I want to."

That's Steve's breaking point. "Okay, I don't understand why or how you started hating me the first time you met me but I think I can get a wild guess why. A attractive, couple of years older comes into her life. You're jealous over nothing, dude. I see her as annoying little sister. And yeah, I get payed to do this shitty job but when she's working too, she makes it fun."

"Are you done?" JJ is looking at anything but him.

"One more thing, don't waste anymore time."

Steve looks at the clock on the wall and figures you'll be back any minute.

"I have to get to work." JJ looks over his shoulder.

He opens his mouth but changes his mind, and closes it and walks out.

On the other side of the sidewalk, he doesn't stop when you call out his name.

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"Funny seeing you're here."

JJ slams his tray down on the table next to yours. "I work here."

He stops wiping it down and gets the sudden urge to squirt you with the cleaning product bottle when he hears you tapping your feet against the chair across on of your table.

When he looks around and notices there aren't a lot of people in the dinner room he sits down and huffs and puffs. "Why are you here?"

"What? You can come visit me at work but I can't?"

When you both notice another bus boy, you let JJ grab the nearest glass pitcher and pull you some water.

"Now you can't walk away and ignore me, like how you did a couple of hours ago."

"I'm sure Steve told you all about it." The biter in his voice makes you lean over the table to grab his hand.

He jumps but doesn't pull away.

"He told me that you came in the shop, you looked like a little lost puppy when you made eye contact with him instead of me. You guys actually had somewhat of a conversation, which, I'm surprised actually happened."

JJ smiles a little as you start spinning one of his rings. "Steve didn't tell me what it was about...at first."

JJ can't sit still.

He stands up and as he talks, he walks in pace. "He, he uh- shit. Fuck, okay. He got in my head. I couldn't talk to you cause I didn't want to say something that would ruin our friendship. I didn't even know how I would say it-to be honest, still don't but you're smart, I think you know where am I going with this-"

He stops talking, mid-sentence when you laugh. "JJ, just say it or I'll crush your ego by saying it first."

"I love you." He says it over and over again in the middle of the kisses after you say it back.

He stops when someone yells his name and tells him to get back to work.

You give him a quick peak and have to put your hands on top of his to move them off of your hips.

"I'll see you later, JJ. We can go watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a date, Princess."

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guro-giri-letters · 4 years

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You think so? : Shigaraki x nurse reader!

- By Guro. ♡

/You’re a nurse at a recovery centre for villains, and you think you might be in love with one. Just a wholesome fluff fic! The VRC is an idea Sweets helped me come up with and I may write more things connected to it in the future! Hope you enjoy! ♡/

/Tags l Tw ; brief description of medical procedure, Shigaraki being grumpy, (secret?) established couple, nurse, wholesome. ♡/

“Tomura, stay still please,” Shigaraki grumbles, but you can see his fingers trembling around the glass you gave him to sip from. You don’t even think he drinks, but anything to keep him occupied while you give him a few stitches is good enough.

Snipping the medical thread and leaning back, you study your handiwork and give yourself a nod. It’s not too bad, a medium-size wound curving over the back of his shoulder, but awkward as hell to stitch. It looks good, despite all of his fidgeting. If he doesn’t do anything too strenuous for a few days he should heal fine, you think, resting your palm against his bony back. You can feel the knots of his spine through his pale skin. He jolts in surprise and shivers a little, leaning back against the warmth of your palm. “There, you want something for the pain?”

“No. I’m fine,” he mutters in response, voice rough as stones stuck in car-tyres. He stares into his glass a moment before downing the last of its contents, clenching his teeth right after doing so. “Ugh.”

“How about some of that for me, nurse?” Dabi’s own gritty voice rattles across to you and you turn your head. He’s laid out on the table in the middle of the kitchen, being worked on by your co-worker. You shoot him a look from where you sit behind Shigaraki, rising and tucking your stool back under the breakfast bar. “Come on, I’m torn open here,” the burnt man continues. He’s not lying. The patch of purple prosthetic skin that wraps around his side and creeps over his stomach has torn at the seams quite badly, your co-worker currently stitching it all back into place. They glare at Dabi every time he moves, earning a cheeky grin back from the villain each time.

“I thought you could tough out a few stitches?” You tease, but you pull down the whiskey bottle and offer it to him anyway. He takes it over the top of your co-workers head and un-caps it, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“I can, but this is good- shit,” he hisses when the needle is dug in particularly hard, scowling at the nurse bent over him. “Asshole, you trying to kill me?”

“I wish, Dabi. I wish,” they mutter tiredly in reply.

“Stop the bickering, we’re all professionals here,” you chide them, pulling out a drawer and poking around until you find the tin that holds the medical staples. You pause, considering, and then pull out a container of pills as well. If Shigaraki won’t take pain relief you’ll at least give him something to help him sleep.

You work at the VRC. Yeah; Villains Recovery Center. It’s not much, just a small team of people with decent medical experience, funding, and a common hatred for hero society. You work out of a well-hidden and out of the way manor that doubles as your own and most of your co-workers main home. You’ve got a small apartment further into the city but honestly, you barely bother going back there anymore. You’ve found yourself a family here where you had no one before, and it feels good to help people that are out there doing the work you can’t.

Even if those people are often times ungrateful, grumpy, snarling villains. “I don’t want them!” Shigaraki snaps as you try, again, to get him to take the pills. “We’re not staying the night, I can’t take them. We’re on the move.”

“Not stay- yes, you are very much staying the night, and stop scratching!” You grasp his wrist and tug his hand away from his throat, ignoring the furious look he gives you as you grip his chin, tilting his head to inspect his neck. “I’m putting cream on this.”

“Get off.” He pulls his wrist back but you hang on to him, giving him a serious look. “What?”

“You’re all staying the night, Tomura, you need some proper sleep. Dabi’s in pieces and I’m pretty sure Spinner has a concussion,” the more you talk, the more the leader of the League of Villains deflates under your hands. By the time you’re done he’s slumped on his stool, still half-glaring but not really mad anymore. You know he’ll do the right thing for his group, you’ve known that since the first time they landed in needing your teams help. Shigaraki isn’t good at showing it, but he really does care for the little family he’s brought together. They hate it when you call them a family.

“Fine. We stay,” he rasps out eventually, looking up at you through his blood-flow gaze from where he sits. With no shirt on you can see how bony and thin he truly is, ribs and collarbones visible through paper-thin, raw skin. He almost looks delicate, you think, as you trace your fingers under his jaw and down his throat. Easy to break. Yet there’s so much power hidden inside of him. You can’t imagine being him... being Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of a war against a society of false idols.

His lips start to curl up at one corner, baring his teeth at you slightly. He’s happy to be admired by you in a more private setting, but your co-worker and Dabi’s eyes are two people too much it seems. “You’re staring, nurse.”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, because you genuinely hadn’t meant to. “Take your pills, let me get the cream for your neck.”

Shigaraki isn’t shy about undressing in front of you anymore. He had been once, yelling at you when you’d walked in on him naked as the day he was born. You know he was just embarrassed, self conscious. You’d made it very clear that, one, he shouldn’t yell at you if he liked receiving medical treatment. And two, you really didn’t care about his appearance or for that matter, find him ugly. All of his red, raw, scarred skin was just a part of him. Probably eczema or some other allergy. But you definitely didn’t find it ugly.

He strips off slowly, wincing any time he strains his stitches, and then shoves his clothes aside in a pile with his foot. “You want to have a shower?”

“No,” he sighs, sounding suddenly exhausted, scratching at his hip and stretching before shuffling toward the bed. You pull the covers back for him, your professionalism falling away, smiling thinly as he climbs under them a little awkwardly. “You baby all your villains this much?”

“Maybe I do,” you reply, pulling the covers up over him before he can do it himself, looking at his face. The look he’s giving you tells you he’s not amused. Quite the opposite, actually. He looks annoyed. “I’m kidding, Tomura. Only you get my VIP treatment.”

“I don’t think I believe you.”

“Are you jealous? Seriously?”

“No.”

Angry now, he turns over and away from you to face the wall. You can’t help the smile that curves your lips even further, looking at the stitched up wound on his shoulder. Shigaraki knows you care about him, more than you should care about any of your ‘clients’, he just likes to huff. He jumps in surprise when you press a kiss against his shoulder, just above his stitches. “Hey...”

“Hmm, Tomura?” You pull back to look at him as he turns his head, eyeing you over his shoulder.

“...Are you staying?” He asks, reaching a hand back to brush his knuckles over your cheek. You know what he means: Are you staying with him. How? How can this criminal, this villain, be so sweet all of a sudden?

You don’t even bother replying, just lean back from the bed and toe off your slippers. He watches over his shoulder as you undress down to your underwear, leaving your clothes in a heap next to his and climbing in. “Careful,” you murmur as he turns to face you, still wary of his stitches but it seems he’s already forgotten about them. When you’re both comfortable he just looks at you for a while, laying on his side as you lay on yours. Your lack of fear around him has always perplexed him. You lift your hand to his face slowly, smoothing the teal locks out of his eyes. He doesn’t flinch any more, he trusts you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his rough voice is quiet in the empty room but he finally sounds calm, relaxed. You know there’s a lot of things he’d like to say to you, that he’d like to ask of you. He just doesn’t know how to. You don’t think people realise how young he is, how timid and inexperienced he can be. He’s not used to feeling cared for. Dabi likes to make terribly dirty jokes, about your relationship, about what the two of you get up to. Little does he know the most you’ve ever done is held each other. Touched each other’s faces and cuddled close when one of you needed to feel protected. Because you haven’t had an easy life either. No one hates heroes the way you do without a reason, and sometimes you need the comfort just as much as Shigaraki. You think he gets it, he knows.

You’ve kissed a few times, but it was all so gentle and... loving?

Are you in love?

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious, red eyes that almost glow in the dark studying your face close. You flush a little under his intense gaze; are you that easy to read?

“Just... that I think I’m in love with a villain.” Why not be honest for once?

“That so?” The smile that pulls at the corners of his cracked lips for a moment is so genuine, your heart does a little trick in your chest. You nod, burying the side of your face against the sheets and peeking over at him. “Hm..”

“I don’t know how he feels though-“ you’re silenced by a chaste yet warm kiss on the lips, your eyes closing instinctively as you lean into it without hesitation. For a while you two just kiss, your hands coming up to hold his face as he manoeuvres his arms around you with care. When you do pull back pink and breathless you don’t go far, Shigaraki letting his forehead rest against your own gently.

“...I think- I think, he may love you too...” he replies, almost inaudibly but he may as well have yelled it with how close you both are. You feel your heart leap up into your throat, lips breaking into a grin despite your best effort to keep your face calm.

“You think so?” You whisper back and Shigaraki snickers, snickers, nodding and letting his nose bump against your own.

“I think so.”

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years

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Ransom Drysdale Must Die (Chapter One)

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a serial cheater. The only way to get him to pay for what he’s done is for him to die. Or at least be extremely humiliated. As long as you don’t fall for him.

Pairings: Eventual Ransom Drysdale x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x Multiple OC’s

Warnings: Swearing. Eventual smut.

(Author’s Note: I was watching John Tucker must die and it made me think of my favorite sweater wearing murder daddy.)

Tags: @night-of-the-living-shred

Word Count: 2.0k

It's not that you were invisible. You preferred to think of it as keeping a low profile. Growing up, you didn't really have a choice but to keep things to yourself. What was the point of trusting people if all you were going to do was leave? You couldn't make friends or keep them if you'd be moving in another four to six months anyway. Not that it was your choice.

It started at a really young age. Technically before you were even born. Your mom had been a teen parent. Your dad didn't stick around which was all you knew about him. It didn't take long for you to get used to the myriad of men walking in and out of your life. Then you got used to seeing your mom, your only constant, getting treated like garbage over and over and over.

She never had an issue with dating. It was them sticking around that was apparently tricky. The problem is that when it would happen the same thing always happened. She'd binge on chocolate. Use you as a shoulder to cry on. Then you'd be moving to flee into the next city. It was kind of fucked up.

While she cried over the hundredth guy your nose was either buried in a book or painting which had been your only escape. You never wanted to judge your mom. She didn't deserve to always have her heartbroken. But, you also didn't deserve having a mom that wanted to pack up at the first sign of trouble. She didn't seem to get that.

As an adult, you promised yourself that you would find one place and stick to it. It might have hurt your mom a little to watch you go, but she understood that you had to go away for college and stuff. Which is how you ended up in Boston. You kind of remember living in Boston once back in the day. You liked the winters surprisingly and the way the trees looked in the fall. You remembered being happy which is why it sucked so much to leave.

You’d gotten your degree, but finding a job had been difficult. Which is how you ended up working at this country club. Though you could live without all the snobby rich people being total assholes, at least they tipped well. You mostly waitress in the clubhouse where it was usually the older crowd and the families that sucked up to them for the inheritance.

It was also how you first noticed him. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. From the moment you laid eyes on him you could tell he was dangerous. Just like those men, your mother would fall for that would inevitably break her heart. That same air of arrogance hanging over him like a cloud, except much better looking with a trust fund to go along with it.

He insisted everyone in the clubhouse call him Hugh. Which according to everyone is what he insists the help call him. God, he's a fucking asshole.

You remember the first time you talked to him. He was so enchanting. It was annoying. He was like Gaston come to life. Just as handsome, just as charming, just as scummy. Sure he made those white polos he wore to play golf look like he'd just stepped off a shoot for GQ. His gaze was enough to make any woman swoon. Even you as much as you hated to admit it.

It'd been one of the few times you'd worked at the bar. Someone had called out and being the new girl you were told to take their spot. "Sweetheart, be useful and get me a bourbon," he'd said in this rude tone.

"Not even a please?" You muttered under your breath as you turned your back to get a glass.

"What was that?" He asked, with a quirk in his eyebrow.

You kissed your teeth before turning back to him, "Excuse me?" You plastered a sweet smile on your face.

"You got something to say? Say it." He challenged.

You shook your head. "I didn't... I didn't say anything."

He chuckled. "Okay, lo-"

Your jaw dropped as you put your hand on your chest. "Oh my god, Sir, if you're already drunk I can't serve you. You'd be a liability."

"That's a big word. Did they teach you that in community college?" The glare in his eye was intense and you couldn't help it as a smile spread across your face.

"Actually I think I learned it from where you get your trust fund."

You were surprised when he laughed. But, not that little sarcastic chuckle. Like an actual laugh. "Usually I'd call the manager over and enjoy them firing you in front of me, but lucky for you I'm in a good mood and kind of enjoying this. Now get me my bourbon."

"One bourbon coming up." You shrugged.

You talked with him for the rest of your shift surprisingly. The conversation going from hostile to surprisingly pleasant. He’d told you about some issue he’d been having with his grandfather that he hadn’t told the rest of his family he laughed at the idea of them finding out. Said he couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they found out everything was going to the nurse.

It was the trashy rich people drama that you craved.

“I know there’s gonna be a lot of bullshit when they find out they aren’t getting that house,” he’d scoffed, looking up at you from his drink.

“I’d be pissed too,” you replied. “I’m sure that house looks like a museum. I’d love to see it.”

“It’s insane.” He nodded. “Imagine like a horror museum with one of those escape rooms.”

You laughed. “So like plastic spiders? Cobwebs? Ghosts!” What a turn around this had been from the initial conversation the two of you were having.

“Not at all,” he said laughing. “It’s more like everything he’s ever thought for his novels, he just adds to his home. Like he needs the visualization. He has a secret window and a chair with knives. It’s insane.”

“That actually sounds pretty cool. Your grandpa sounds like a pretty cool guy, you must admire him a lot.”

“I mean... yeah, but I’d never tell him that.”

“Why not?” You asked with a chuckle.

“It’s complicated,” he answered, before bringing his glass up to his lips. “Like, I love him, but....”

“No. I get it.” Of course, you did. Your mom was a complicated figure in your life, but you could never not love her.

“I’ve done a lot of shit.” He shrugged. “So, I think it’s mutual.”

“At least his house sounds interesting. Like a work of art. I’m kind of a sucker for art.”

“Do you paint? Draw? Doodle on an iPad.” The way he smiled up at you, you would have never guessed that he was the giant asshole everyone made him out to be. There was this softness there even if it was hiding under his arrogant exterior.

You chuckled. “I paint. Though I do partake in the doodling on iPads.”

“I’d love to see your work sometime,” he said. “Do you sell?”

“I haven’t,” you replied. “But, I’m open to it. I guess. I’d show you now, but I’m not allowed to have my phone on the floor.”

“Oh so I’m not worth risking being fired for, I get it,” he joked, shaking his head as if he was offended.

You laughed, tilting your head back. “I know right. I’m already risking it by even talking to you. Harrington is so strict.”

There was this squint on his face as he kind of looked you up and down. It felt like he was studying you and it made you feel like you were under a microscope. “You’ve got a cute laugh you know that?”

No. Don’t give in. You had to tell yourself. You didn’t want to get involved with anyone you’d have to workaround. Besides, it was Ransom Drysdale. You’d just seen him with a woman yesterday. “Thank you,” you brushed him off. “Can I get you another drink?”

He sighed, checking the time on his phone. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat. I have to get going. Maybe I’ll stop by soon so we can talk again. Maybe show me some of your work?”

“Sure.”

He’d left you a forty dollar tip. You were not expecting that.

You’d left work that night feeling pretty good. Not that you were expecting him to fall in love with you or anything. Or for anything to happen at all. It was just a nice encounter with the guy everyone was obsessed with here. Besides you promised yourself you’d never, ever fall into the same trap as Mom had.

It’s not that you didn’t date. You were picky, though. The few relationships you’d had were okay, but you didn’t want to get hurt so you never wanted to get in too deeply.

Then the next day you had come to work, he’d walked in with Marissa on his arm. That stopped any and all thoughts you may have had. It was during that lull between when they'd stopped serving breakfast and brought out the lunch menus. You weren’t surprised that a man like Hugh Ransom Drysdale would be dating a woman like Marissa Clermont. She was exactly the type of woman men like him go for. You know a model IT girl type of deal.

It wasn’t just because he’d been dating Marissa. Of course not. It was because the day before you he’d just come in with Amber Taylor. The daughter of a retired Boston Celtics player. Also, a beautiful woman (also a model you think) who clearly didn’t know her boyfriend was two-timing her.

“Fascinating isn’t it?” Your co-worker, Britt, interrupted your thoughts as she’d come back from taking their drink order. Her arms were crossed as she tried to not make it too obvious that was she looking over at them. “He comes in here with different women and none of them have any idea.”

You frowned as you saw him whispering in her ear, making her giggle, probably telling her the same thing he told Amber just yesterday. “Yeah, I see that,” you replied. “How does he get away with it?”

“Ladies! Back to work!” Harrington, your manager, barked towards the both of you which made the both of you scurry off before she even had the chance to answer. You didn’t even get to talk to her because her shift was over soon then you were off the next day. You weren’t even sure why you cared so much.

When you got back to work it was during that lull time. Ransom was there of course with a different woman. Chloe Daniels. A blonde that had been the sole heir to her husband’s entire fortune no matter how much his ex wife or adult children tried to fight it. You were happy you got to witness the drama for that.

“He messes around with girls that don’t talk to each other,” Britt was finally able to explain. “So, they never find out. At least, that’s what the story around here is.”

“Wow he has a whole system worked out...” you crinkle your nose. Ugh what a fucking pig. Just like your mother and those douchebags she dated.

“I mean, I kind of get it,” Britt said. “He’s hot. I might put up with being treated like trash for that much. Hell, I’ve put up being treated like trash for much less.”

You held in the laugh you wanted to let out as you could see Harrington lurking around, waiting to say something to the two of you. He never missed his chance to give out orders.

For as long as the couple sat through you couldn’t stop staring. Britt was right. It was fascinating.

#ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey x you #ransom x y/n #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x black!reader #ransom drysdale x poc!reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black!reader

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horansqueen · 4 years

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Vote For My Next Story

I'll try to keep this short. YOU&ME has ended, and it was a big part of the last few years of my life (along with AM Conversations). It'll probably always be my favorite and best story but that doesnt mean i want to stop writing.

please, know that the oneshots ideas are independent from the story ideas, meaning that i can write a story AND oneshots at the same time so let me know if youre interested!

(click on the read more to read the 10 synopsis of the story ideas I’d like to write)

AM Conversations & YOU&ME ideas:

-oneshots ideas for what happened after the story, before the story, or even in-between chapters in the story. you can send me ANY idea that you would want to read between Liv and Niall or other characters.

-oneshots ideas for any "what if" you can think of (i.e. what if one of them didnt love the other, what if they hadnt seen each other at the bakery, what if Liv had dated Louis, etc)

NEW STORY IDEAS:

NOTES:

all the ideas are AU.

#2 #8 and #9 will include a few of the 1D boys.

despite the title, #4 is a Niall fic

titles may change

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thank you if you vote, it means a lot to me!

ill keep this open for a while, until i get enough votes :)

1- UNPREDICTABLE

They haven't seen each other since high school and they hadn't missed each other at all. In fact, they never really could stand each other. Her, a bit of a rebel, listening to punk music, searching for trouble whenever she could... and him, the good boy, popular and loved by everyone, who could rarely be seen without his guitar. It's been a few years already but not many things had changed and they still didn't have anything in common... except one thing. Both of them aspired to become famous with their music. With a twist of fate, they end up in each other's lives again and if they can put aside their resentment for one another, maybe they could bring something incredibly precious to each other. But nothing has ever been uncertain.

This is the story of two opposite persons who share a burning passion that may slowly bring them closer... or make the hatred they already feel for each other even more intense.

2- D.N.A. (daddies now available)

The test was positive. I was pregnant. The problem was, I didn’t know who the father was. It could be my ex boyfriend Liam, his best friend Niall or my best friend Louis. Or maybe it could be that boy I randomly had sex with, Harry... I had no idea and I was not going to find out soon.¸

All I knew was I had to tell four boys that there was a possibility for them to be a daddy in less than a year. Can you just imagine their reaction?

Contrary to all expectations, they accepted their fates.. somehow. And no matter who his daddy was, “little human” was going to get a lot of attention from a lot of men. Exactly like me.

This is my pregnancy story. And it was just the beginning of a long journey.

3- MEANT TO BE

When they first met, Louis was all *MAIN GIRL* ever wanted. However, a decade later the high school sweethearts had change and she felt like most of the sparkles she once had were now gone. Then she met Niall and it clicked instantly and intensely and since then, they’ve been seeing each other in secret, lying to their whole entourage about the nature of their relationship. Feelings started to grow, things started to change, and maybe, just maybe, it’s meant to be. Or maybe not.

A tale of broken hearts, unforgettable love and many… way too many lies.

4- LIVING WITH LOUIS TOMLINSON

Call me Queen Catastrophe. I lost my job, my boyfriend, my best girl friend and my apartment on the same day. Just a little friday afternoon like all the others, right?

Thank god, my best friend Louis was there to save the day. Nothing unusual. I was supposed to crash at his apartment for one night and then walk on my pride and go back to my parents to admit how much of a failure I really am.

However, Louis had other plans : he wanted me to move in with him. That’s when my story really starts. Mutual feelings, drunken sex, grocery shopping, fights that end up with porcelain thrown around the kitchen (I’m an intense person, I know) but most of all, his best guy friend stealing his (our, now) couch at least 5 nights a week.

I despise Niall Horan with all my heart. Him and his stupid charm, his flirty smile and his hands that always ended up in places they shouldn’t. He was threatening to come between Louis and I. He was slowly taking more space in our apartment… and in my heart.

Fuck, I hate Niall Horan with a passion.

5- FOR YOUR LOVE

After months of trying to get pregnant, Niall and his long-time girlfriend found out she was sterile. The news obviously shook their relationship and sparked a few arguments but after a long discussion, they found only one solution : hire a surrogate mother. As days go by, Niall's relationship gets harder and harder to save, and his connection with the surrogate mother of his child becomes tighter. Soon, he gets caught in feelings he can't explain and definitely can't understand. But life is not as easy as just following your feelings.

A story of unsettling feelings, confusing relationships, a deep and strong connection but mostly, decisions impossible to make. Can this really end well?

6- DATING FOR DUMMIES

*MAIN GIRL* has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they're so close to give up on love until they meet each other through a friend. After a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they're too dumb for dating. That's when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date and finally decide to try it together. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can't be controlled.

When all else fails, the solution will always be to follow your heart.

7- THE BREAK-UP PLAN

*MAIN GIRL* and Niall's relationship had started when they had barely entered their teenager years. Now, over 10 years later, they feel like something is missing. They didn't know anything else besides each other and it had to change. They still planned on spending forever together but their lack of experiences and mistakes seemed to be an obstacle between them.

They agreed on break that was not really a break. for six whole months, they would be able to do whatever they wanted to do with whoever they wanted to. Going to parties, leaving for a whole weekend with friends without giving any news, dating and even screwing whoever they wanted, nothing was out of reach.

They only had one rule : honesty. Every friday night, they'd meet and spend the whole night together, talking, making out or just cuddling until they'd fall asleep, to make sure their love was preserved.

Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and seeing the person you love the most in the world be happy without you is something almost impossible to accept.

A story about angry tears, painful jealousy, sweet sweet revenge and realizing who your real soulmate is. Watch out, it's gonna hurt.

8- HOT MESS

*MAIN GIRL* has always been a bit of a rebel who didn't really care about much. She just enjoyed life the way she wanted to and never really paid attention to anything else. If she wanted something, she did everything she could to get it, no matter who she'd hurt in the process. After a few years away from her hometown, family and friends, she finally comes back to realize that a lot of things have changed. Jumping in her twin brother Liam's life without being invited, she's about to make a mess of everything he had made so much effort to build by flirting with every single one of his friends without any shame. She's not looking for a relationship, she's just looking to have some fun and break a few hearts... but perhaps, she's about to make a mess of her own heart.

Sometimes, you play the game and some other very rare times, the game plays you.

9- 15 Complicated Rules

I have no idea how I got into this mess but somehow, I ended up with 4 different fuck buddies. I thought I was going crazy until I made a strict schedule of the days and time I would see them, and wrote down a few rules I had to respect myself. A useful guide to manege my 4 fuck friends. Monday for my ex boyfriend, tuesday for my co-worker, wednesday for my old best friend and thursday for a family friend. It could work, right?

I've never been much of an organised person but I honestly thought I could make this work. Everything went as planned for a few months until I broke one rule after the other. That's when I knew I was in deep shit. These are my 15 complicated rules to have fuck buddies. And this is the story of my downfall and the incredible mess I put myself into. After all, rule 15 was 'Never Fall In Love' and I guess that's something I couldn't control, even if I wanted to.

10- DISCONNECTED

When *MAIN GIRL* switches college to finally follow her dreams, she was ready to face anything and everything that would come her way. After all, she had been through so much already, right? The problem was, she didn't expect to be stuck in a room with someone who gets on her last nerves because of a paperwork mistake. Despite trying to find an other place to live or spend her time talking to the administration, she had to face the fact that this situation wouldn't change for a few months. Niall knew how to piss her off and he clearly abused that superpower, doing anything and everything he can to annoy the most pretentious and stuck-up person he had ever met. Perhaps fate is having a good laugh, because they seem to get stuck together way more often than not, but it's not until they let down their defense that they will see who the other really is... if that ever happens.

Apparently, some people are in your life to teach you something and make you grow. Perhaps, if you take the time to listen to them and open up to them, your karmic soulmate can turn into your twin flame... or not.

11- NEW ANGEL

When *MAIN GIRL 1* breaks up with Niall, he takes it harder than he thought he would, realizing in the process all the feelings he had for her. After a few weeks locked by himself in his room, his friends take him out on a crazy night and he decides he needs someone else, if only to get over the girl he loves. That’s when he meets *MAIN GIRL 2* and bring her back home. However, on the next morning, he realizes he doesn't want her to leave, and that despite the feelings he has for *main girl 1*, he could definitely develop something with *main girl 2*. Everything is going amazingly well for a few weeks until what Niall never thought would happen actually happens : *main girl 1* calls him to tell him she regrets leaving him. Now confused and stressed, Niall is going to have to make a choice between the girl he thought he'd spend his life with, and a girl he just met that makes his heart race. And he's going to get help on his journey from someone he would never have thought of.

A story about making choices, creating connections, messy hearts and confusing emotions.

(i have many ideas for this one but i dont want to give everything away!)

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bewareofchris · 4 years

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Help! My plot is stalled!

It’s alright, friends. We’ve all been there, sitting at a desk or laying in our beds, staring at the screen wondering what in the holy beef jerky has gone wrong because our ability to write has just come to a screeching halt.

We’re uninspired.

We’re unmoved.

We’re incapable of figuring out what happens next.

It’s time like this that our instinct is to grab a machete and start cutting through extraneous characters like a boiled steak knife through Jell-O. We’re throwing romantic curve balls and car crashes at our protagonist so quickly they don’t have time to recover from one before they’re being traumatized by another.

Sometimes, we think, now is the time to reveal that our beloved Protagonist is actually an alien from another planet who survives by consuming the souls of lap dogs and his insatiable thirst for Pekineses is causing him great distress because the human mate he has chosen for himself has three such delicious morsels.

BUT, never fear my friends. Here are some ideas to help you get out of that hellish valley of despair and back on track.

Take a break. Have a snack. Stretch your limbs. Go for a walk. Call a friend who listens to things and explain to them how your story is stupid and you hate it and it won’t move. You don’t need to let your friend talk at all. Just keep complaining about your story until suddenly you realize what went wrong.

Daydream about what your character would do if you were to suddenly abandon him/her with six kids under the age of 5 at a busy theme park. Or what he/she would do if they suddenly found themselves trying to talk two very angry kingly types out of starting a civil war because they disagree on which side of their toast to spread butter on. Put your character in the MOST ridiculous scenario you could possibly imagine. Make them rationalize their way out of it. Don’t make it easy. Six kids under the age of 5 when you’ve never dealt with children is basically hell. Let your character suffer, and fail, improve and finally win (or at least survive).

Fantasize about beating your characters with a metal pipe. Imagine their pleas for mercy as they try in vain to remind you that they are fictional constructs and this is not their fault.

Once you’ve cleaned your system of these violent urges toward non-real people, sit back down. Re-read what you’ve written, if it’s still as bad as you thought it was, here are some actual bits of advice:

Regardless of what Rafiki once said about moving on and forgetting the past, the problem that you are presently experiencing is mostly caused by something that went wrong in the recent events of your story. Take another look at the latest choices that your main or side characters made and ask yourself if maybe them making A DIFFERENT CHOICE might put your story back to rights.

Take another look at your character and his/her story so far. Is your character excelling in every facet of his/her life? Have they faced any obstacles that amounted to more than a mild inconvenience? Are they generally well-liked? Respected? Do they have noticeable faults? Are these faults presented in a way that allows other people to be annoyed by them? Have these faults gotten in the character’s way? If your main character is Too Good and Such Winning or Basically Useless and Always Failing then your story is imbalanced and it can’t move forward because you’re not allowing the protagonist to experience growth and change.

Are there relationships? Friendships? Family? Rivalrys? ROMANCE? You need relationships of at least 2 different types in a story. Preferably more. And they can’t all be the same kind with different names. And they need to also be developing with your characters. So Protag makes an unpopular choice with his family but his BFF is loving it and his Romantic Interest thinks it could be good for him. You have so much material right there!

DO. NOT. MURDER. ANYONE. Dismemberment is okay if you really want to have to take the time out of your story to focus on the emotional and physical effects that a traumatic event inflicts on your protagonist.

DO NOT MAKE YOUR ROMANTIC INTERESTS HATE EACH OTHER OVER SOMETHING STUPID. Please. Please don’t do this. It’s really just not worth it. If you make them so angry at one another they’re screaming death threats and then the next day they’re like: I guess we love one another again you cheapen the impact. If this is a story about overcoming things and growing as people and forgiveness then yes, break them up and get them back together but don’t do it just to have an exciting screaming sequence. Or do. I mean, you do you.

Instead of tearing your couple apart, have them get together. Have them spend a weekend doing silly, childish, amazing things. Let them smooch, and cuddle, and eat candy together. Let them waste money they don’t staying overnight in a fancy hotel.

Visit a Significant Character from your Protag’s past because they are in need of comfort and guidance. Allow them to reminisce about the good old days, and whine about how they don’t feel like they’ll ever be that happy again. Let your Significant Character hit your Protag with a rolled up newspaper. STOP BEING A NINNY, PROTAG. STOP IT IMMEDIATELY.

Give your Protag an unexpected promotion. You were just a kid that cleaned stables, but we noticed that you’ve got a real way about you that suggests you’re WIZARD MATERIAL. Build that Protag up, let him feel pride and joy and love.

(And then make the person that promoted him have questionable morals. Make him vaguely untrustworthy. Watch your starry-eyed protag battle against a shady man of questionable intentions to see who wins in the end! But not with the fate of the whole world. Like the fate of a small village at most.)

Give your Protag the single worst day of his entire life that does not involve physical altercations and/or death. Maybe he/she pulled a muscle having athletic sex that morning, was distracted by the pain in the shower,got soap in their eyes, limped to the car to find it was out of gas, went to a busy gas station, got coffee that was too cold to enjoy, was late to work, had more work than usual, the pain meds never started working, left his lunch at home, couldn’t buy anything because they ran out of time, had to listen to the Obnoxious Co-Worker next to them complaining about Obnoxious Co Workers Obviously Useless Significant Other for an hour and a half, left work late, forgot about plans to meet up with a friend, got ignored by friend at meet up, comes home and collapses in a pile of self-pity and physical pain and has Significant Other rub their aching pulled muscle and listen to their complaints.

You could do a car wreck, or you could just ruin your Protag’s entire life by having the transmission die in the middle of traffic.

The point I’m trying to get across here is that you have to have a journey that is balanced with ups and downs. If you’re only going up, or you’re only going down, or you’re not going anywhere at all but straight forward on a 300 mile car trip across a flat surface with no trees, there’s no story there.

You could shoot someone, or you could have your Protagonist do something that injures their relationship with their Best Friend and Confidante. Then your Protag protests their innocence to the point that it’s obvious they are being Stupid now. Let them roll around in undeserved pity. Let nobody else agree with them, and still they refuse to acknowledge they are stupid. And then let them FINALLY, sort of, a little, admit they were wrong and instead of them offering a half-assed apology and moving on like it never happened, make them work to repair the damage they inflicted.

Put your Protag in a position where they have to defend a friend/family member or romantic interest in a non-physical way. Susan from Biology was telling Quentin and Theodore that Protag’s BFF eats his own snot. And Protag is like OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO GO FIND SUSAN AND SCREAM A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER AT HER. (or start vicious rumors about her behind her back, and take utterly glee at her humiliation, and then finally think: did I go to far? I don’t think I went too far.)

DO. NOT. GET. SOMEONE. PREGNANT. Do you knows what happens when someone’s pregnant? They end up with a baby. (Or a miscarriage.) That pregnancy cannot be handwaved away. If you’re not here to write about the amazing journey from sex to birth and lifetime of parenting that follows, you are not here to get someone knocked up for the drama.

Sure, let your Protag develop a desperate attraction to someone’s that not the Primary Love Interest but if the Primary Love Interest and Protag already have sexual and romantic tension building between them, maybe let the audience know that this is one of those things where you’re lonely and you want companionship and it’s not really that fair to Someone You Just Met and Now Want to Have Sex With. Let Primary Love Interest struggle to be supportive. or let Protag and Primarily Love Interest be mean-spirited little shits and mock the poor Someone You Just Met.

DO. NOT. MURDER. AN. ENTIRE. VILLAGE. Did a spell go bad? Did a curse escape? Did your magical being accidentally create a sixteen foot tall metal horse with a thirst for squirrel hearts? Remember that wholesale murdering of innocent side characters nobody cares about does effectively nothing for your story. Don’t kill the entire village. Let your character freak out because he/she misplaced a curse and ANYONE COULD HAVE IT. Let them ransack the village developing a reputation as a mad man to find it. Let him work furiously to develop a cure to the curse and refuse to rest until everyone’s been inoculated against said Curse, and then idk, he finds it on the floor under his work station. Or, let him realize a curse is missing and he just kind of says nothing while he watches the village to see how effective it is.

SIDE QUESTS, so here me out. This works best for longer stories and serial type works of fiction, but if your character has only one goal and never any other goals or distractions or purposes or interests you are seriously shooting yourself in the foot. Don’t focus all your energy on Protag Loves Love Interest. Protag also has Family Drama. (Did you hear that Bobert is trying to buy a fucking boat? A boat! Why does he need a boat! He can’t swim. He’s going to die. A boat. A god damn boat.) Protag has ambitions at work that are being undercut by Evil Boss. (And anyway, Worst Boss Ever, he just comes over and drops this massive work load on my desk and he smiles at me because the Main Boss is coming tomorrow and my desk will be the only one covered in unfinished work. What choice do I have? I can’t quit, I need this promotion, so I stick to it. I stay late, I work as hard as I can and...)

I know it’s not for everyone but Sex. Unless your characters are Too Young to have a developed sexuality, that sexuality needs to be in your story. I mean, if your entire story takes place and Grandma’s funeral, then you probably can skip this one. But if your story takes place over any length of time, sex and sex-adjacent things need to be brought up. They don’t need to be graphic. They don’t need to be gross. It can be a kiss, or the yearning for a kiss. It can be a meaningful, flirtatious touch. It can be the idea of a flirtatious touch. There can be complaints of a need for flirtatious touches. To each their own comfort level, but some sense of sexuality and how that is a Driving Urge in your character is also good.

Introduce a Rival. Go ahead. Let your uncontested King of Bowling protag meet a New Challenger. Send them spiral with fear that they may not be top dog anymore.

Force your Protag and Antagonist to form a momentary truce. Let them come to some understanding of the other that makes their future interactions more difficult.

Strike your Protag with a Great Unfairness. They didn’t get the promotion. They couldn’t pay the bills. They weren’t selected to be court jester. They didn’t get to the store on time. Someone else got to the top of the summit before them and now they’re basically trash to history.

Randomly have your supposed Antagonist turn out to Actually a Decent Guy that you’ve been blaming for all the wrongs in the world because it was convenient and really the actual antagonist can’t be defeated because he/she overpowers you somehow. But with Actually a Decent Guy and his Surprisingly Nice Friends and you and your friends, you stand a chance.

Push your protagonist into a mud puddle. Just for shits and giggles, make it so there’s not a dead body in there with him. Or put one in if you want. Nothing says ‘happy fun times at plot-stalled high’ like a decomposing corpse where one shouldn’t be.

Break your Protagonists heart, and let there be people that love them.

Have fun, take your time, embrace the mundane and ridiculous aspects of life. ALWAYS give your character flaws, and make them aware of them, and let them grow. That’s the story. All the other nonsense, the car wrecks and gunshots, and serial killers doesn’t matter in the end. The reader is looking for Relationships That Matter and Characters that Grow. Characters that stink of humanity, that reflect something about human beings the reader has met (or the reader themselves). They want to connect, they want to love your character and they can’t do that if your character is Perfect. Nobody’s perfect. Stories stagnate when they can’t grow. Let your story grow. Let your characters grow.

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For Your Eyes Only

(smut)

She carefully gets into the mercilessly swinging boat, taking advantage of the driver who is offering her some help, giving her his arm for support. She tries to get a least a little bit comfortable in the rather hard seat, placing her luggage aside, waiting for the men to turn on the engine and soon the roaring sound vibrates in the air.

Besides she wants to forget the situation that happened at the airport, and the annoying guy who actually caused it, at least in her opinion. She ran into him, all by accident, spilling the coffee she was holding all over herself. He, despite being perfectly clean, called her a heedless lass and told her that he's gonna be late because of her, but before she was able to come up with anything sensible to say, he was gone.

She watches the changing surroundings as they swim further down the canal, the Italian styled houses, people walking down the pavement, sweet couple on a bridge posing for another photo. There's no doubt her holiday will be perfect.

Soon the boat stops by the hotel, the driver ties it to one of the metal rings, and helps her to get out of it, handing her the suitcase. She pays him and leaves with a quick "goodbye" thrown over her shoulder.

She takes a few more steps before she finds herself standing in the middle of the luxury hall, staring at the expensive furniture and decorations, slowly approaching the reception. Suddenly she sees him, the guy from the airport, leaning by the countertop, talking with the pretty receptionist, maybe even flirting, but this is probably just her imagination. She sighs helplessly as she stands beside him, hoping he won't notice her, but luckily he's too busy with the petite brunette.

"Good afternoon miss," suddenly a deep male voice brings her back to the reality, and she raises her sight greeted by another employee ready to take care of her. "How can I help you?"

"I booked a room here, one of the apartments to be exact, for the name Elisabeth Wright," she states, and he nods, checking the reservation immediately, frowning as he looks at the computer screen.

"Miss I'm terribly sorry, but I believe there's a mistake in your reservation," he says, looking at her with an apologetic expression.

"What do you mean?" She asks, already becoming slightly irritated. She's been waiting for this vacation since she graduated just a week ago, and now he says that there's a mistake? That must be some kind of a joke, right?

"Your reservation messed up with-" before he's able to finish the sentence, his co-worker, the petite brunette, cuts him off.

"With mister Depp's one."

"What?" Suddenly the dark-haired guy beside her, that 'mister Depp' she believes, speaks, truly puzzled and mildly annoyed because of the whole situation. He frowns when they lock their eyes, realizing that he's facing that damn lass from the airport. "It's you."

"It's me indeed," she admits bitterly, already feeling the tension between them slowly building, but before he can answer, she turns her attention to the receptionist again.

"Sir, what does it actually mean, because I don't quite get it? There's no spare room for me?"

"No, it's just we have only one room for both of you," he says, carefully picking his words, trying not to irritate those two people on front of him. "Before you ask, there's no chance that we would be able to find anything for you today, and we're terribly sorry. Of course, we'll do anything we can to help you, but tomorrow. I can only recommend one of you to search for another room for tonight."

"Thank you very much, but I'm not doing this," she snarls. "What kind of hotel is this? What kind of hotel messes the reservations like this? I booked this room and I'm not leaving until I get the keys."

"Miss, you're putting me in an uncomfortable situation," the receptionist chuckles nervously.

"Excuse me? I'm putting you in an uncomfortable situation? What's that even supposed to mean? I payed for the room and now I wanna-"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Johnny interrupts her, clearly getting tired of the countless accusations towards the poor staff. "Stop acting like a child, it's not their fault."

"Don't you fucking dare to talk to me like this," she mocks, a little louder than she intended, attracting the attention of a few elderly people standing behind her.

"All I wanted to say, before I got so rudely interrupted," he flashes her a significant glance. "Is that we can take the room together for that night since there is a bed and a spare couch, am I right?" He waits for the receptionist to nod, before he resumes. "Of course if that lovely lady wouldn't mind."

She huffs in annoyance, but soon realizes that there is no other way to solve their dilemma, so she agrees. "That lovely lady wouldn't mind."

* * *

He fumbles with the key for a split second, the action that is followed by the quiet click of the mechanism inside the lock, causing the door to open, revealing the luxury room to her praying eyes. They slowly drift from one place to another, taking in the vivid image in front of her - the coffee table probably made from some rich wood, satin cushions lied on the sofa, and a few other pieces of furniture, but the most important - huge glass door leading to the terrace that gives a visitor clear view of Venice; all of it truly breathtaking.

"Wow," she only manages to gasp, overwhelmed by the size and style of the room. She can only presume that the bedroom looks even better, even cosier, which she is about to find out soon, exactly when she steps inside, pushing the door open, catching the image in her eyes. "I'm taking the bedroom."

"Yeah sure, whatever," he just answers, following her steps, carrying his suitcase in one hand. "Oh no, I'm taking the bedroom," he adds as soon as he steps inside; the cozy bed seems to call him to lay down which is a pretty odd notion to be honest.

"Pretty please?" She begs, smiling sweetly at him, making him smile back involuntary. He can't help but notice how alluring she looks when she does so, and he lets his eyes wander further down, her blonde wavy hair cascading over her round breasts. Before she even gets a chance to realize that he's staring, he snaps himself out of the trance, looking back into her eyes. They have that particular shade of blue that reminds him of the glorious days of his teenage years when he used to visit one of his first girlfriends in her house by the sea. He still remembers how beautiful that summer was, how much he enjoyed sitting on the pier with his feet dangling over the edge, splashing the water from time to time, its color still vivid in his memories.

"If you ask so nicely," he agrees, knowing that he's not able to resist her, even though they met just a couple of hours ago. He slowly approaches the door, figuring out that maybe she needs a little bit of privacy, as soon as he hears her "thanks", but her voice stops him.

"I think it would be a lot of easier, if I knew your name," she says, blushing slightly; she really hopes he won't notice.

"Johnny," he simply states, and to be honest she thinks that the name fits him, really fits him which she finds oddly comforting; she doesn't know why exactly, but from the very beginning she's hoped he wouldn't be another 'Bob' or 'Tim'.

"Can I call you Lizzie?" He adds after a brief moment, and she nods; her name seems to roll off his tongue perfectly.

* * *

Why she has to fall for every single handsome guy she meets? Honestly she finds it utterly frustrating and less or more secretly hates it, and she can't help but let her mind wander to him, to how good he actually looks leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette. She even considered joining him, despite not being a smoker, but the overwhelming wave of shyness stopped her, and now she ends up just watching him from her current position on the sofa.

She feels her belly tingling with excitement - the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as some people might call it - and the worst thing is that she equally likes it and hates it, but what she hates more is that she's too shy to approach him and ask him for a dinner or something, choosing the perv-staring option; how delightful.

"Care to join me?" He suddenly speaks, startling her, but he presumes what's on her mind now since he's noticed that she's been watching him, and that kinda goes with his thoughts, so he decides to give it a try and see where it will lead them.

"Sure," she says, relieved that she sounds normally, not like a nervous lass. She walks over to him, goosebumps rising over her bare legs when the cool evening air embraces her, and she catches herself thinking that he could replace it - what a pathetic thought, Lizzie.

They stand for a few minutes, both of them quiet, staring at the night city in front of them, sharing a few accidental glares from time to time, the ones that cause her to look away.

Suddenly he breaks the peaceful silence, his voice somehow softly fading into the night. "By the way I'm sorry for the situation at the airport. I didn't want to be rude or anything, I was just-"

"It's okay, I don't even remember what you are talking about," she flashes him a significant smile.

He offers her his cigarette, and she takes it, hoping that she won't choke on the smoke since it would be, well... embarrassing at least. She slips it between her lips, trying to get rid of the thought that it's as if they were kissing, at least according to her highschool friends, the ones that she would rather forget about, but still... she feels as if she was in highschool herself, standing with her crush, getting excited about some stupid shit such as the whole 'cigarette thing'.

"You know, I was kinda wondering if you would like to go out with me tomorrow," he offers casually, making her actually choke on the smoke.

"What?" She asks, slightly taken aback by the proposition, as soon as she regains her breath. "I mean... sure, why not?" She adds, trying to sound nonchalantly, but both of them know how she really feels about it - beyond excited.

In all honesty he kinda wants to kiss her now, but he's not quite sure whether this is a good moment or not, probably not, but he can't help but wonder how would she feel, how would she kiss him, would she throw her arms around his neck or just lay them on his chest, supporting her weight, or would she rather...

"Johnny?" Her sweet, melodic voice brings him back to reality, snapping him out of the trance, of his silly daydreaming, a childish habit that he's picked up from his teenage years, and still can't fully get rid of.

"Glad to hear that," he answers dream-likely, his voice somehow seems to come from far away for him which he finds pretty weird. He isn't looking directly at her, but he can feel her burning gaze traveling upon his skin, when suddenly she grabs his arms, making him turn fully towards her.

"What are you-" before he even gets a chance to finish the sentence, she stands on her tippy toes, pressing her willing lips to his. Her eagerness catches him out of the guard for a brief moment, but soon kisses back, dragging her closer to him by the hips. Her shaking hands find their place around his neck, her long nails scratching the nape lightly, making him shiver deliciously, all while he gently nips at her bottom lip, causing her release a quiet moan into his mouth and lightly rub against him for a little bit of the friction.

He groans sensually, pushing her up against the railing, gaining a pitchy squeak from her, and forces her to sit there and wrap her legs around the waist, his lips still devouring hers in a way that leaves her trembling in need, anticipating for more.

She kinda likes the thrill that if he loses the grip around her waist, she will fall down to the water a few floors below, but as the things gets heated, it comes as no surprise that she would rather get inside the cozy bedroom instead of staying here.

"Let's come inside," she whispers between the kisses, moaning when she feels his lips on the side of her neck, tongue tracing the rapid pulse. He hums something in response, and grabs her by the thighs, waiting for her to change the grip slightly, before he actually lifts her up from the previous sitting position, carrying her to the room.

He carefully lets her go on the hardwood floor beside the bed, their lips joining immediately as if caught in some lustful dance, wanting, willing to get the taste of each other again. They depart just for a moment that he needs to take off her simple white T-shirt previously tugged into the black high-waisted shorts, revealing the plain white bra covering her perky breasts from his praying eyes. He wastes no time in slipping a hand underneath the cup of her bra, the pads of his fingers brush lightly over her erect nipples, pinching and twisting them, gaining a few sweet whimpers from the girl, the ones that leave his dick throbbing for attention.

He feels the pleasant warmth radiating from her body, her skin is actually hot to touch which he finds even more exciting.

"We need these off," he murmurs into her ear, voice deeper than usually, tugging at the waistband of the shorts, leaving her skin tingling exactly where his fingers brushed it.

"Indeed we do," she agrees, pointing each of the word with a lazy kiss on the side of his neck; but that was before she realizes that the black panties she's wore doesn't quite match the bra - what a ridiculous insecurity. Lizzie relax, he won't even notice since he's too busy with other stuff, I guess...

He unbuttons the clothing, sliding them down her legs, brushing the junction purposely, smirking when she moans in response. She kicks them aside, her fingers tugging eagerly at his shirt, and he follows the lead, making a quick work of taking it off.

Her hands immediately slide up his toned chest, creating a burning trace on its way, carefully exploring every ridge and curve. In all honesty it's been quite a long time since she touched a man this way, so it's not much a surprise for her that even such a simple thing leaves her unbearably wet. She needs him now like no other person, she want him to touch her, to please her, and then repay him with the same - truly intoxicating feeling.

Before she knows it, he unclips her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, getting rid of the undergarment which joins the other clothes sprawled out on the floor. He pecks her lips for the last time, before he descents down, leaving a trace of sweet kisses and tiny bruises on the way. She gasps when he reaches the waistband of her panties, licking and sucking just above it, making her moan his name urgently.

Finally he obeys, taking it off slowly, teasingly, stroking her thighs in a soothing manner as he does so. Both of the remain in their positions, he kneeling in front of her, she standing completely naked, shaking with desire. He stares at her, hungrily devouring each tiny part of her bare skin with his eyes, making Lizzie want to slip a few fingers between her legs to ease the burning ache; he is such a tease.

Suddenly she pulls him by the hair, desperately trying to make him do something, searching for some relief from the blissful torture, but he escapes from her hands.

"I'll do as I please," he smirks, before licking a long stripe on her inner thigh, making her whimper in desire, feeling how her knees shake when he takes a firm hold on her hips. "You know, I actually think that you might wanna sit down."

She nods eagerly, so he gets up and gently pushes her towards the bed, crawling between her slightly spread legs. She feels his warm breath tickling her wet heat, and she whimpers his name in such a needy way that he almost moans back; God, what is she doing to him. The truth is that he makes her wait for so long purposely, half because he's taking his pleasure in teasing her and half because he knows that she will enjoy the long awaited thing even more.

She is perfect, in every sense of the word, pink and swollen, dripping wet only for him to lick it up - she has no idea how bad he wants her. He nuzzles her thighs, her pussy, he can almost smell her arousal which makes him wanna end this up here and just fuck her roughly into the mattress, but he won't do it; she's such a pretty creature and deserves a lot more than this.

"Johnny, Johnny, please," she moans again, arching her back, pushing her hips up, trying to make him touch her. "Please, it hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, kissing her clit lingeringly, causing her to squeal in delight. "Here?"

"Yes, here," she gasps, and as if in an act of mercy, he touches her for the first time, running the tip of his tongue along her slick folds, making her sigh in relief, giving in to his gentle caress.

"Just like that," she whines breathlessly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair, tugging at them lightly, trying to figure out whether he likes it or not, but his quiet groan is acknowledging enough.

"Like that?" He murmurs, giving her clit another gentle suck, and she practically cries out, already pulsing in his mouth, oddly close to her release. She's never felt that kind of pleasure, and she can't get enough, it's intoxicating, addictive, delicious. She's not able to understand why she's never let anyone perform something like that on her, but she was always worried that they won't like the taste, the smell, so every time someone offer her to do it, she denied, regretting the decision later on.

As the time passes, she wants more and more, all of the untouched parts burn for attention, but he's giving all he can to her, lapping faster, sucking harder, making her almost cry out. She wraps her legs around his neck, absimidently pressing the calves to his bare back, feeling how his tongue circles the nub and moves back to tease her entrance.

"God, you have no idea how sweet you taste," he groans, voice low and sexy, and the only thing she's able to do is let out a needy moan. To be honest he's taking his pleasure in that, and both of them are more than aware of the fact which makes her shiver in delight. He's kinda missed it since his last girlfriend didn't really like oral which he always found pretty weird. She especially hated when he kissed her afterwards, she hated the taste upon his tongue; she preferred those slow love-making sessions and never let him take her as his pleased, it always had to be exactly as she wanted, she never cared about him and his needs, and not just with sex but with everything which was the main reason why they broke up. He's more than glad that they did since it gave him the opportunity to meet the beautiful blonde, or more like have a hook up with her, and to be honest he feels lucky that he has her just for him, that she's moaning because of him.

She feels filthy, like a dirty, needy bitch who can't compose herself, but she finds it even more arousing, and the truth is that she's never performed anything sexual with a guy she wasn't with, never let anyone push her into doing stuff such as this, never would spread her legs for a random person, but he's had her wrapped around his finger since the first time he looked at her in a certain way.

He licks a long stripe up her folds, catching the dripping wetness before it leaks on the expensive sheets, focusing on her clit afterwards, trying to bring her closer to the release. She arches to his touch, throwing her breasts in the air, and he can't help but grip them, making her cry out his name, toss and turn like crazy.

The air in the bedroom feels hot, his hands seem to burn her skin, tongue hot against her pussy, so, so hot, and she knows she's close, so, so close.

Suddenly he stops; why is that, why does he stop, why now? She whines in despair, trying to pull him back by the hair, but he escapes from her touch, climbing on top of her, pressing their chests together.

"I'm sorry baby, but I need you so bad," he practically groans and lays a gentle, apologetic kiss on her lips, before he gets up, making a quick work of taking off his jeans, adding them to the messy pile on the floor.

"I hope you'll make it up for me," she smirks, propping herself on the elbows, watching him undressing, laughing when he almost trips in process.

"I promise you won't be disappointed," he mutters under his breath, finally joining her on the plush mattress, sighing when their bare skin meet.

He gently brushes the blonde hair out of the way to lay a passionate kiss on her lips, flicking his tongue to taste her again, while he slowly grinds into her, making her let out an urgent moan, as if begging him to continue. He decides to stop teasing her, sliding inside her in one swift movement, causing the girl to gasp in shock.

"Fuck, Lizzie," he groans, her name rolling of his tongue in such a filthy way that she moans back, making him smirk smugly. He loves that she's so touchy and responsive to any of his actions, he loves all of the little sounds she makes, every small movement she does, he loves how she arches to his touch, how she always wants more and more - she's truly insatiable.

She's pulsing around him uncomfortably, just on the blink of her orgasm because of the previous experiences, needy and frustrated.

Finally he thrusts, and she whimpers again, arching her back from the mattress when he hits the right spot, making Lizzie throw her head back, giving him the perfect access to the usually pale skin, now reddening with arousal. He sucks the flesh, leaving a few harsh nips on the way, slowly licking over the bruises which she involuntary compares to the oral he gave her, and that simple thought pushes her over the edge. She cries out his name, clenching around him, making him groan deeply, and releases, the pulsing movements almost causes him to reach his own high.

He works her through the orgasm, giving slow, rhythmic thrusts, keeping her close to him until she comes down and finally stops shivering.

"More," she manages to moan, her mind still a little bit fuzzy in its orgasm-driven state.

"Darling, you need to be more specific here," he teases, flashing her a sly smirk.

"Just make me feel good again, please," she whines, already desperate for some sort of treat, and he knows he's not able to deny her any pleasure, so he starts again, this time faster and more rapid, making the girl throw her head back again as a few soft mewls slip past her lips.

He takes a firm hold on her hip and her shoulder, trying to steady himself, before he leans in for a bruising kiss that leaves her lips swollen, that leaves her gasping for air, wanting more; how is he even able to do this - kiss her with so much passion and leave her wanting more? She's never got the chance to meet a man like him, someone experienced, someone who knows exactly how to touch a woman, who knows how to please her. Every single caress, from a gentle stroke of his fingertips upon her heated skin to a simple French kiss, sends a delicious shiver up her spine, and she can't contain herself, can't get enough of it, of him.

She squeaks when he digs his blunt nails in her skin, probably leaving crescent moon shapes that will form bruises later on, but she can't care less since her main focus is something else, something buried deep inside her.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath. "So tight. I bet you haven't had a good fuck for a while, have you?"

"I haven't," she answers, staring right into his eyes, fascinated with the irises that seem black in the dim lighting; she's never seen anything like this before, and she can't look away.

He's breathing heavily, dancing on the edge of his own release, trying to hold back, and the fact that she's so tight, so wet, so warm around him doesn't make it any easier for him.

"And so wet," he resumes after a short break. "Tell me, how does it feel?"

"So good," she moans in response, closing her eyes in bliss, but he wants her to look at him, so he squeezes her throat lightly, just enough to gain her attention, he doesn't want to choke her or anything.

"Just good?" He raises a single brow, giving her a rapid thrust that makes her actually scream his name. "Tell me more, sugar."

"Better than ever," she coaxes, her voice weak, eyes huge and teary - vulnerable. "Johnny, please faster, I'm so close."

He does as she asks him, increasing the pace to the point when bed is squeaking, hitting the wall with loud, rhythmic thuds, making her arch from the mattress again. She rakes her nails down his back, receiving a sharp hiss from him, and to be honest he likes the thought that she marks him as hers, that the scratches will burn during the morning shower, that they will remind him of the sexy blonde and their lovely time together.

Finally the particular hard thrust he makes, pushes her over the edge, and she releases with another loud cry which leads him to his own long-awaited high. He gives her a few more sloppy thrusts, before he falls on the top of her with a heavy sigh, and she wraps her arms around his frame, bringing him close to her shivering body.

He presses their lips together for a lazy kiss which turns out to be rather breathing into each other's mouths than actually kissing, and rolls over, pulling her with him. She lays on top of him, their skin sticking together because of the thin layer of sweat, and nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck, still able to smell the rich scent of his perfumes. She still feels him pulsing inside her, and clenches around him involuntary, gaining a sensual groan from him, the one that lights a new fire in her lower stomach, causing another amount of moisture to pool between her legs.

Neither of them dares to break the silence, just enjoying each other's sweet presence and the fact that they are still joined so intimately. What she finds amazing is how smooth his skin is, how he keeps her pleasantly warm, how peaceful, how good it feels to be in his arms.

A few more minutes pass before he lifts her from his lap and pulls out, gaining a needy whimper from the equally needy girl. She crawls back on his lap immediately, pressing her body to his as close as possible, letting him wrap an arm around her.

"Johnny?" Her sweet voice breaks the silence, creeping between his thoughts to gain his attention. "Wanna change the room tomorrow?"

"What?" He chuckles, surprised because of the silly question she's just enquired. "Of course I'm staying with you."

"Well, that's..." she fumbles over the words, trying to hide the obvious blush that covers her cheeks. "That's... fine, very fine. God, I'm not making any sense."

He can't help but laugh at her adorable behavior, causing her to blush even more. "But wouldn't it look, well... obvious?" She resumes after a brief moment, as soon as she regains her composure. "I have no intentions in offending you, but you're older, and wouldn't it look like-"

"No, it wouldn't," he snaps, sort of bitterly, immediately regretting the rude tone he's used on her; she's just having second thoughts, all of those little insecurities which is pretty normal in their situation. "Sorry babe," her heart skips a beat when he calls her by the pet name, using that deep voice, as if he knew the affect it has on her - this man will be death for her, certainly. "I didn't mean to make it sound like this."

"No, it's fine," she simply shrugs it away, immediately changing the subject. "You know, I'm kinda wondering how old you are."

He chuckles when he hears her finally say it out loud, since he's known for some time now that it's been bothering her, but the same thing could be said about him, because she looks pretty young herself.

"How much would you give me?"

"Judging by your sexual abilities?" She raises a single brow, but before he gets a chance to respond, she resumes. "Seriously though, I would give you like thirty five."

"I wished," he laughs, but to be honest it kinda flatters him that she thinks so.

"Forty? Honestly I have no idea," she guesses, actually hitting the point this time, gaining a barely noticeable nod followed by a soft hum from him.

"Really? I wouldn't have thought." She smiles softly at him, before getting straight forward to what she wants to say. "Now tell me, how old do you think I am?"

"Judging by how tight your pussy is?" He mimics her, making the girl roll her eyes which doesn't get past his attention. "Then you must be in your early twenties, something like twenty three, am I right?"

"Twenty two," she corrects him. "But you were close enough."

"Wow, I'm flattered," he replies, theatrically lying a hand on his heart.

"You'd better be," she laughs, trying to sound at least a bit serious, but fails miserably, causing him throw his head back in laughter.

"You know what? I'm kinda glad we ended up in the same room," he speaks after a moment if silence, a comfortable silence which is an odd feeling for her; usually lack of words isn't a good thing while spending time with someone (excluding her best friend), she always feels that kind of a pressure that she has to bring up a new subject as fast as possible, otherwise the tension between the people gets, well... thick; but with him it feels different which is a good sign after all.

"Sure you are," she rolls her eyes again, and he comes to the conclusion that she does it a little bit too much, not that he minds though, but her parents probably do - weird thought, isn't it?

"No, I don't mean it only that way. Don't get me wrong, I..." he's quiet for a brief moment that he needs to find a suitable word to describe what is about to come out of his mouth, "... would be lying, if I said I wasn't enjoying myself with you, but you seem to be an interesting person, and-"

"And you would like to get to me closer, even if it's possible to get closer than by fucking me," she finishes with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, making him roll his eyes for a change - she's sassy, and let's say it straight, since there's no point in lying to yourself - it turns him on.

"You're different, different than any other woman at your age, any other woman I've ever met," he states and she's about to interrupt him with another sarcastic comment, but it intrigues her, so she remains silent. "And I don't know what it is, but I want more."

His statement leaves her speechless for a moment, her previous thoughts swim through her mind, and before she knows it, she starts talking. "Are you serious? Because I feel the same, but I think you're more than aware of that, like you've probably noticed the way I've been looking at you, or how nervous I got around you, how I couldn't even form a simple sentence which is actually embarrassing, I have to admit, but since you were honest with me, I should pay you back with the same, so here's the equally embarrassing truth - a lass falling for you."

She looks away, feeling the traitorous blush forming upon her cheeks, but he gently holds her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes again. She opens her mouth to apologise for being too direct, but he shushes her with a simple kiss, flicking his tongue over hers accidentally, making her moan quietly, before he actually releases her lips.

"Baby, there's no need to apologise," he murmurs, brushing her lips as he speaks since they are still just inches apart from each other, causing her to shiver in delight once more this night. "Because you're sitting on the lap of the man who's falling for you."

Suddenly she feels dizzy, dizzy because of the happiness, dizzy because he's taken an interest in her, a grown up man has taken an in her - a lass, barely a woman, with stupid hair that never wants to look decent, with ugly freckles on her cleavage, with ridiculously big eyes that don't even match her face - no, that can't be truth.

"What?" She squeals like a schoolgirl, making him let out a cute, little chuckle that instantly warms her heart, and before she knows it, he pulls her down to lie on top of him. She can't help but laugh, burying her head in his shoulder, but soon she lays down on the mattress properly, snuggling closer to his side.

"I really mean what I've said," he resumes as soon as she gets settled comfortably with her arm across his chest and legs tangled with his.

"I know," she whispers, so quietly that he can barely hear it, but it's enough for him to smile contently, even though she can't see it.

"Lizzie?" He asks, but when he doesn't receive any answer, he looks down a her, discovering that she's fast asleep by his side. "Oh well, goodnight then," he whispers this time, afraid to speak any louder because he has no intentions in waking her up since she's probably tired.

He reaches out to extinguish the light, causing her to moan, but not wake up, and lays down beside her again, giving the lovely girl one more look, before he closes his eyes, slowly beginning to drift away to the peaceful sleep.

#johnny depp #johnny #depp #imagines #smut imagines #fanfiction #oneshot #one shot collection #smut #00s #early 00s

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So, The Rise of Skywalker was a thing

I laughed, I cried, I sighed in disappointment, but somehow, despite everything, I liked it. (Major fucking spoilers for the whole movie btw)

Okay, I don't know where to start so I'm gonna talk about the Palpatine thing. This film feels like the writers went in and tried to "fix" alleged plot holes in the previous films. As someone who loved TLJ, Rey being no one special was something I found engaging about that film. The Star Wars franchise is really obsessed with legacy and blood and heritage (especially that of your male line) and Rey being nobody was a refreshing break from having to justify your character as a protagonist by proving them to be the special. I'm really annoyed that Rey couldn't just be Rey she HAD to be someone special, the granddaughter of someone IMPORTANT to 'explain' her talent and skill with the force and to justify her role as protagonist of this franchise.

On top of this, revealing Palpatine to be the master manipulator of this whole conflict felt so cheap to me. TLJ completely shifted the status quo and took the Star Wars franchise to places we haven't seen before. So returning to the plot line of "we must defeat the evil Sith" betrays the ending of TLJ. I was excited to see where this franchise was going next after the explosive ending of TLJ and finding out that we were just going to rehash plot beats from 40 years ago was more than a little disappointing.

The sequel trilogy has been a balancing act between pulling on our nostalgia strings and telling a new story and The Rise of Skywalker, in returning to Palpatine as the villain and making Rey his granddaughter, tipped the scales of this trilogy to boring rehash and it all feels like such wasted potential.

The romantic subplots in this one were... messy (to say the least). It felt very clear to me that the writers didn't know where they were going with Finn's romantic arc at all throughout this series. I'd like to start by saying RIP to Finn/Rose shippers because the writers utterly dismissed Finn and Rose's ENTIRE relationship. It's not even acknowledged that these two even know each other outside of the context of co-workers. The complete sidelining of Rose in this story is almost shameful. I can only assume this was done in response to the massive harassment campaigns targeted at Kelly Marie Tran post-TLJ. Not only was caving to the racist trolls and removing Rose from the story disrespectful to Rose's character, but it also made Finn's romantic arc so incohesive. They brought back the Finnrey dynamic from The Force Awakens, but then never developed on Finn and Rey's relationship in any meaningful way. It seemed as if they were going to make the stormtrooper defector, Jannah, a love interest but then never really went there either (thank god). It was messy and unfocused and I had no idea where they were going with any of it, and it turns out they didn't either.

They also decided to give Poe a love interest. out of nowhere. in the last film of this trilogy. Pour one out for Stormpilot shippers because that ship sank harder than the titanic. In trying to fully assert Poe Dameron's heterosexuality they felt the need to add a completely irrelevant and frankly out of place romantic subplot for Poe. Did doing this add to the story in any way? No. Did it add anything to Poe's characterization? No. So I have to assume its there to make sure everyone in the audience knows that Finn and Poe could never, in any way, shape, or form, under any context, ever, EVER be in a romantic relationship despite their obvious chemistry. Legit, the scenes with Poe and Zorii in Kijimi felt like an ad for a Poe Dameron tie-in prequel novel.

Kylo's redemption arc isn't the best I've seen. I'm generally not one for redemption arcs being motivated by external factors (ie your mother dying) rather than an internal realization and growth. There is an argument to be made that Kylo has been explicitly shown in struggling with the light the whole trilogy, but I still would have liked more lead up to his eventual switch and for the choice to be more his own rather than compelled by his mother's death and his girlfriend giving him puppy dog eyes.

Absolution through sacrifice is also a big pet peeve of mine, but somehow it worked for me in this one. It's probably because Ren's redemption is really isolated to his relationship to his family and Rey. Given that his most egregious actions were to his immediate family I wouldn't could it as a flaw in the film and it certainly made it easier to buy in to arc. And I never got the feeling that TROS never fully absolved Kylo of his crimes against the galaxy. Similarly to how despite his final sacrifice, Darth Vader is still seen as evil by the wider galaxy, I get the sense that Kylo Ren despite his heel turn will be in a similar position. I won't begrudge anyone who thinks his shift to the light feels to sudden, or that his motivations felt a bit weak, or those who generally just can't buy it, but it worked or me. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Now's probably a good time to mention that I'm a massive fucking Reylo and ate every scene of Kylo and Rey up like it was candy. I get why some people don't like this ship and I think if you're not on board with these two by the end of the film the ending to Ren's story won't be very satisfying. Given that I already loved these two's relationship that Ren's ultimate sacrifice got me straight in the feels and that contributed to my ultimate satisfaction with the film.

Okay, That's everything I wanted to be analytical about. Now here are just some random, unrendered thoughts.

*I absolutely adored the main trio in this movie. Their dynamic was fun and they all clicked so well together and made me what a whole nother trilogy about these three precious beans. Imma be reading a LOT of jedistormpilot fics after this because that unit was fantastic.

*I'm a bit peeved that they fake out 'killed' C-3PO cause his final goodbye was actually really touching. Bringing him back undercut what I thought was a really touching farewell.

*I don't think I've gushed enough about how much I adored all of the force bond stuff that happened in this movie because that shit was beautiful. I could not get enough of the Reylo force battles. Their final scene was *chef''s kiss* and I'll be rewatching it as much as I do the praetorian guard fight.

*Shout out to this film for remembering force sensitive Finn was a thing. I respect that.

*RIP Hux. I know I'm one of the 7 people who actually care, but I'm upset that he was given such a minor role and killed off by nameless first order general guy. Like he couldn't have even be killed by Kylo. smh

*The new droid was super cute. 10/10. Would buy a lifesize plush of that guy.

*This movie made me imagine Sheev Palpatine impregnating someone and I can never forgive it for that.

*The Knights of Ren were so unintentionally comedic to me. I genuinely burst out laughing every time I saw them because they were these back goons with these silly weapons that did basically nothing. I feel bad for anyone who was hyped to see them cause they were so inconsequential. The porgs in TLJ had more characterization than they did. One of the best moments in this whole movie was when a random stormtrooper that saw them and simply said "squad goals". I almost fucking died. That stormtrooper and Cait Salt-Licker are absolute legends.

*This may be the least visually interesting movies in the sequel trilogy. Don't get me wrong there is some gorgeous cinematography and shot composition in this movie. Every single scene with Palpatine was amazing and gave me chills, but it did feel like there were less jaw dropping stunning scenes in this one compared to The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. No one moment really sticks out to me as much as say, the Holdo maneuver did in TLJ or the forest lightsaber fight in TFA.

I don't think this movie will be well loved by many people. People who've hated the sequels thus far may be won over by the return of Palpatine, but I don't think it's enough to win over the detractors. I think people who genuinely liked the direction these films seemed to be taking after The Last Jedi will be disappointed in how this one plays out. There was a lot to love about The Rise of Skywalker, but there was also a lot of missed potential.

#The Rise of Skywalker #Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker #tros spoilers #spoilers #Star Wars

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( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.

about the mun !!

hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!

about lukas !!

full name: lukas joshua tozer

nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao

age: nineteen

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: jackson, new jersey

date of birth: nov 4th

occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

faceclaim: alex wolff

positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous

negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible

if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin

now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!

was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve

speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously

he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go

he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.

obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!

he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark

for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon

wanted connections babey !!

course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out

old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both

dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection

booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game

gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it

fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say

hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo

new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo

lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool

lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short

lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat

michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls

and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#columbiaintro #( about. )

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sick-raven · 4 years

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Ghosts of the Present - Chapter 1

Batman fanfiction

Characters: Jonathan Crane, OC - Miranda Bradbury, Bruce Wayne, John Constantine, Jervis Tetch, Edward Nygma, Clayface, Ra’s al Ghul, Waylon Jones

About: Miranda Bradbury has gotten her life together with help of magic and Jonathan Crane. Now everything seems to go well in her life - she is happy and loved. But as it goes, happiness cannot continue forever. The League of assassins comes in Gotham and Miranda has new reason to fear for her life. Add Jonathan's constant paranoia to the mix, and you get one life-wrecking cocktail.

Author’s note: This story takes place roughly two months after Ghosts of the Past. Without that story it will hardly make sense, so read that one first.

Fair warnings: NSFW, violence, dubcon, less porn than last time, story full of miscommunications

Status: Finished, will post next chapters when in mood.

AO3

Chapter 1

Jonathan found Miranda standing at the window as many times before. As many times before, she looked at him with a faint smile and shook her head. So, he didn’t ask. It’s been two months since her nightmares started. As if the happiness she felt when the ghosts were finally locked up opened door to worse things.

First time she woke up next to him, she scared him. In the middle of the night, with a shout. She was shaking, cold sweat dripping of her face and Jonathan would swear he saw tears. Miranda never cried.

“Are you okay?” Jonathan asked. He had his fair share of nightmares back in the day. Murder of crows. Murder of granny. Her corpse stalking him, telling him he is dirty. That he should be pure in front of God. She will purify him.

He always felt like shit after.

“Yeah,” Miranda would answer massaging her ribs. “Just a nightmare.” Then she would leave to the living room. First few times he went after her and hugged her until the shaking stopped. Later he stayed in bed. He didn’t give up on her.

“It’s not worth it, Jonathan. Get some sleep.”

So, he didn’t comment on it today either. He just made her tea and went about his business. Miranda never told him what haunts her in the dreams and Jonathan didn’t pry. He would hate it, if she did it to him.

Miranda finally joined him at the table.

“Good morning.”

“Is it?” he responded.

“Better. I’m getting used to it. In no time, I will sleep like a baby,” she joked. She always joked when she was lost. That was one of her talents. Another one was she asked for help only when she was truly desperate. Normal things were okay, she always came to him with jar of pickles, as if she wasn’t the muscle in their relationship, but it looked like anything connected to ghosts or her past she grabbed and pulled in. She suffocated it inside herself like a dead rat rotting in her soul. Jonathan felt as if she was more open before Constantine grabbed her ghosts by the neck. The charm bound the ghosts and also Miranda’s tongue. Or maybe he imagined it. Maybe she never was truthful.

“That’s good,” he answered.

Jonathan hated this situation. First, he was psychiatrist. Talking to people was his job. Why was it so hard now? All he needed was to ask what was bothering her. Try to clarify. Sometimes just talking about it can shun away the trouble. Dreams weren’t that difficult to fix. Yet, he couldn’t get himself to try.

Second, he felt useless. He tried to help Miranda before and, in the end, she ran to get help elsewhere. Is this why she doesn’t ask anymore? He is not good enough, he understands mind, not magic. If the ghosts are acting up, he might never know. She would go after that face-stealing freak in trench coat who… who was able to help her, unlike useless Crane.

And third, he was worried. If she was still haunted, no telling what she will do. Her brain was interesting mix of patience, intelligence and blindness. One day she will get killed because she will act out in rush. Another shock like that he wouldn’t stand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he tried.

Miranda, biting her thumb, looked surprised. Then smiled. “I think we should talk about more important things. Are we going formal or formal tonight?”

Very well, he will follow her wishes.

“Armed, but in all politeness.”

“Masks?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t wait,” she grinned. She’s been excited about tonight for a week. Jonathan didn’t understand the appeal, but he was happy to see her smile again.

“Just remember you are a bodyguard,” he reminded her.

“I will not embarrass you in front of the Legion,” she replied.

“Thank you.”

Miranda smiled into her cup. “Sorry I’m a mess. I promise I will get my shit together.”

“I don’t doubt that. Just know I am here to help.”

“Never forgot.”

Somehow, he doubted it.

***

Miranda never doubted Jonathan would hear her out, but what would that help against the reoccurring memory that woke her every night? It wasn’t even one of the worst ones, yet it made her tremble and cry.

Crying was so freeing after emotionless years and yet it made her feel ridiculous. She locked away the bastards, she nearly overdosed on Jonathan’s medication and it snapped something inside her. No more following the League’s training, no more closing herself down. With pain in her heart she let emotions free and… She felt once again. Feeling…

Miranda was sure feelings unlocked her nightmares.

Five or six, that’s how old she was when this happened. The dream showed her scenes, but she remembered more vividly. Every time she woke from it her memory jogged and filled the gaps the dream left uncovered. It eased it and made it worse at the same time as her mind started racing, not allowing her to go back to sleep.

Little girl ran from the kitchen holding a piece of bread she stole. She climbed out of window and aimed up. Roof was the only place she felt safe at. Nobody ever looked for her there. Cold wind and snow were hitting her face as she was getting higher.

Shouting in the house let her know she will be spanked or worse when they find her. But any punishment is fine as long as you face it with full stomach, that’s what she learned. Yelling, beating, the ugly fat fuck and his whips, none of that hurt as bad as starving.

Feeling like a winner she reached the top of the house. Warm feeling in her chest, happy she got away with it again. She wasn’t good for nothing spawn, she could take care of herself!

Master stood there, waiting with cold stare in her brown eyes. Her short black hair showed first signs of grey and that made her look even more strict. The girl froze, her throat stiffened, the fear ran through her spine. Feeling of victory was gone.

“Unbelievable,” said the master in calm voice that she used before punishments. “You are stupider than I thought, girl.”

Master kicked the girl in the face.

The cold surface of roof slipped through girl’s fingers.

Miranda was falling.

She woke up with a scream and loud crack noise in her ears.

You cannot fight memories, you just have to let them weaken. The impact will disappear in time. A question still hoovered over her. How was it so significant that it made her doubt? Just because of this memory she hurt again. Not only herself but also Jonathan. She had ton of memories that shook her bones even awake. Why the fall?

“Stupid girl can’t figure it out, as I expected,” she heard voice of master in her head.

“I would love it if you shut the fuck up,” Miranda answered.

“What?” asked Terry.

Miranda sighed annoyed over herself. “Sorry, just arguing with the voices in my head.”

Terry shook their head. They got used to Miranda’s occasional weird behaviour. She always talked to herself when she thought nobody is looking and sometimes it slipped in front of other people. “Have you considered shrink, boss?” Terry suggested while putting stuffed bears into the shelf.

“Yes.”

“I mean normal one, not your boyfriend.”

“You are on thin ice, Terry.”

“Sorry, just looking after you.”

Miranda stayed quiet, she didn’t want to snap at Terry. After the rough start they got along well. Terry relaxed a bit, Miranda even invited them for dinner at her place. That turned out to be horrible idea, because Jonathan used it as an excuse to interrogate Terry. Person tries to kill you once and he won’t let it go!

“Just poke me when I get lost in thoughts again,” Miranda said.

“Can do. Hey, boss. Would you mind if I took Saturday off?”

Miranda frowned. “Why?”

“I might have a date, if you let me.”

Saturday was the worst possible day. Miranda needed to be someplace else. “Can’t you do Friday?”

“No, sorry.”

Miranda sighed and waved her hand. “But you have to work twice as much today, get it?”

“Thanks, boss!”

“And give me their name so I can make sure they are good for you.”

“No way,” smiled Terry and Miranda relaxed a bit. World was running as it should have. Her stupid nightmares cannot ruin what she built. There is nothing to fear but fear itself, that’s what Jonathan taught her. Saturday was far enough, she will figure something out.

Now she just has to focus on her evening.

***

“Remember, just a bodyguard,” Jonathan reminded her as they were getting ready to go for the big meeting. Miranda made sure her weapons were well conceived. Getting accused of potentially trying to kill your co-workers was not on the list tonight.

“You say it like last time it was my fault. It takes two to rodeo, you know,” she replied.

“Therefore, I expect you will be the reasonable one today.”

Miranda grinned. Sky will fall before Jonathan accepts any mistake. Even though – could they call it a mistake? Embarrassment for sure, but nothing bad happened!

“I doubt Legion of Doom meeting will have alcohol.”

“Can we not discuss this now?”

Jonathan was awkward about it while Miranda thought it was hilarious. Long story short, two weeks ago there was a party at Iceberg Lounge. Even there Miranda went as a bodyguard. This created one big gossip – Jonathan was always a solo player and now he needs a bodyguard? The worst was Edward Nygma, or, as Gotham called him, the Riddler. The whole evening he walked around Jonathan with stupid comments.

“Has Scarecrow kidnapped a girlfriend?” “Johnny Boy has to pay?” “That potato sack sure brings ladies in.” “Riddle me this, who is scary virgin?”

Miranda was ready to slice his throat, but Jonathan stopped her with the calmest look possible. “It’s okay. Edward stoops to insulting when he runs out of riddles a five-year-old could solve.”

That ended up with both men bickering like two little kids. And then drinking vodka as a peace offering, as they set their differences aside with: “I like your girlfriend,” and: “Your riddles aren’t stupid.” Miranda joined them during fifth or sixth shot, because they insisted the lady cannot fall behind. Arguably, she was the most sober one and she also remembered the most.

Long story shorter – Jonathan and Miranda got pissed drunk and ended up making out by the entrance to the Lounge so pretty much everyone saw them. That finished Jonathan’s tries to take it easy, stay secret, don’t embarrass each other in front of other rouges.

Good thing he didn’t remember the fact they hid in janitor’s closet for a quickie and when they left, Nygma was leaning on an ash tray by the toilets, shitfaced, clapping slowly.

At least he stopped joking around. Miranda wondered whether he remember more than Jonathan. Erasing all security cameras feed next day was the best thing she could do anyways.

So, yes, they should definitely avoid doing this at Legion of Doom meeting.

“Legion meets only so often. If someone needs professional help, a team of specialists. Anyone can find henchmen, but sometimes you need bigger guns. Not anyone can summon the meeting, just few members have that power,” Jonathan explained to her when he got the invitation.

“Do you?”

“Oh no, I am low level. B-list villain, if you will.”

“For me you will always be A league.”

She loved how he smirked at compliments.

So, today was the big day. As they rode in elevator, Miranda got a bit nervous. She’s heard a lot about Legion of Doom. They were villains allied against Justice League. When they did something, it was huge. Who will they meet there? Joker? Luthor? Some other cool guy?

The elevator door opened into a small conference room. Miranda lost her breath. She expected big but not this big.

At the table sit giant man covered in scales. His face was deformed, jaws with sharp teeth covered in blood as if he just returned from lunch and the lunch was live chicken.

Jonathan paid no attention to that abomination. He sat at the table. Miranda followed his example and she stood beside him scanning the rest of the room. Except for giant… crocodile?... there were several of Gotham’s worst. She didn’t recognize everyone – there was Poison Ivy, she looked as if she didn’t want to be here. And Edward Nygma, he smiled and winked at Jonathan when they entered, but he didn’t say a word. The rest of people she didn’t know. There was this small guy in a top hat whose eyes frantically looked around the room. Another one was very plain woman – something Miranda aimed to be, invisible for naked eye. Uninteresting. Maybe they were unknown bodyguard and henchmen like she was. Or they didn’t cause mayhem while she lived in Gotham. Miranda wasn’t here long enough to read about every B-list jerk.

They all sat there in silence for good twenty minutes. Finally, Nygma couldn’t take it anymore.

“Does anyone know who summoned us here?” he said in annoyed tone of voice. “I have more important matters than to sit here.”

“No,” answered Poison Ivy. “Invitation came in normally.”

“Do friends want some tea?” asked the top hat man.

“I don’t have time for this,” grumbled the crocodile man. “I’m hungry!”

“Biscuits?”

“I will bite your head off!”

“Calm down, Waylon. Let’s give it five more minutes,” decided Jonathan.

“In five minutes I will eat your face, crow man!”

“I want to see you try, Croc. I will make you shake and cry like a toddler.”

“Everybody just wait it out,” the uninteresting woman said. “Waiting is part of the big play, to see if we are worth it.”

“Screw that,” Nygma smirked.

Do you see that, Miranda? That’s why bad guys work alone. Only crazy people would force them to cooperate. Jonathan is not insane, if something stupid is suggested, he won’t take it, right? She couldn’t imagine working with neither of these. Maybe Poison Ivy, but her hate towards humans would make the cooperation impossible. She just sat there, arms folded, didn’t join the arguing. Miranda would love to have her indifference right now. Legion of Doom seemed more like Legion of Fools.

The clock was ticking, and it already seemed like they will just give up and leave, when the elevator dinged, and the door opened.

Miranda nearly screamed. It took every muscle and brain cell to force herself to stay calm. Don’t run! Don’t move a fucking muscle, Miranda! shouted voice in her head.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! shouted the other voice.

And between them the master chuckled like some sort of Bond villain.

A man walked in the room. The bickering stopped and everyone was watching him. He stood at the table and looked at every attendant there. Miranda stopped breathing when their eyes met. I will die!

But he continued looking around as if Miranda was just regular part of the room. Just another piece of furniture. Boring.

Calm down, Miranda. He has no idea who you are.

She knew exactly who he was though.

Ra’s al Ghul. The Demon’s head. The leader of the League of assassins.

Miranda looked at Jonathan. He didn’t seem phased by the entrance of one of the most dangerous men alive at all. Frankly, she never told him what organization she used to be part of, but he should also freak out. Everyone should cry for mercy! How are they so calm?

“Finally,” said Edward. “I thought we will die here of boredom.”

What the fuck, Nygma!? Do you want to die!? You should kneel and hope he will not chop your head off!

Calm your tits, Miranda!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

“I apologize for the lateness. Gotham traffic is disgusting, just like this city,” said the Demon’s head. “I will not hold you much longer. I have a job for each of you.”

“Is this job worth calling Legion of Doom meeting?” questioned the plain lady.

“It requires work of you all. It will move the foundation of the city itself. Of course, you will be rewarded if glory and change isn’t on your bucket list. If you mind.” He handed out envelopes to each of them. Jonathan opened his. Miranda felt the need to look over his shoulder. Just a bodyguard! She didn’t do it.

Nygma chuckled. “How do you want to compensate us for this?” he waved the paper. “I’m not your soldier, I am not suicidal.”

“Read it all before asking any questions,” said Ra’s.

With shit-eating grin Nygma read the rest of the letter. His eyes followed the lines of text and lower he got, the more shocked his expression grew.

“What is this shit?” growled Waylon.

“Your task and your reward,” Ra’s stated the obvious. “I am sure you all know what I am offering. No secret stays safe in Gotham. I need your answer now.”

“I’m in,” said Jonathan without a second to think about it. Miranda bit her lip under the mask. In!? He will cooperate with the Demon’s head!? Is he really insane!?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

“Me too,” agreed Nygma. “I will show him for the last time.”

One after one the rogues agreed to help Ra’s al Ghul. Even the giant crocodile grinned big, his teeth slimy like a fish. “I like easy jobs.”

And Miranda stood there not ready to die.

***

The world was in mist. Miranda’s mind blank. She had no idea how they left the lair or how she got to Jonathan’s place. As if the body wasn’t hers and some outside force was leading her steps.

“So, what do you think about the Legion? Did it fulfil your expectations?”

Miranda blinked.

And ran to the bathroom to throw up

Next chapter

#batman #fanfiction #jonathan crane #writeblr #writing #ghosts of the present #sick raven writing #I just wanted to put Legion of Doom somewhere #so I did

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peantbuttr · 4 years

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meet ASTRID NILSSEN, the twenty three year old waitress who moved to dayton three months ago. she’s known as playful & selfish in equal parts. astrid uses she/her pronouns & identifies as bisexual.

hello all !! i’m tea, and i’m in the discord chat if y’all wanna plot or talk !! astrid and i are excited to be here !! sorry this got a lil long. hopefully it’s okay kjgsfgs

i do have severe rape trigger, so while we’re all adults here, please warn me before mentioning and/or refrain from going into detail about plots involving these things so i can manage my shit, you know? you do you, but i also do me, and i just don’t have enough booze to field a panic attack today fgkdfgsg

otherwise pls hit me up and plot. i’m a shy person but if you want plots, i’ll bust my booty to get em for you : ‘)

* / intro. 💋

name: astrid nilssen

nicknames: n/a, but if someone gave her one she’d fucking melt

age, bday: 23, june 7th

zodiac: gemini

sexuality: bisexual, no preference

gender: female, using she/her pronouns

character traits: flighty, playful, aggressive, intelligent, creative, ambitious, spoiled, selfish

alignment: chaotic neutral, esfp, slytherin

* / past. 💋

tw verbal abuse, age gap, abortion

born in europe from a loveless marriage between a well-bred british socialite and the young heir of an american corporate dynasty, astrid spent most of her life jumping between boarding schools and holidays foisted off on either set of grandparents

all this served to do was isolate her more: she couldn’t fit in with european girls, and she wasn’t familiar enough with america to fit in there either. the isolation grew.

her grandparents didn’t love her any more than her parents did – old money with old values, they ridiculed her for being not skinny enough, too skinny, not pretty enough, too girlish, too stupid, too smart – nothing she did was enough… nothing she did would ever be enough

their constant demanding and belittling left astrid bitter, tired and constantly trying to do better, so much so that it was exhausting, and she felt like she was tiptoeing over glass

she hardly ever saw her parents, let alone saw them within the same room as one another – and quickly she learned that the easiest way to get positive attention was to demand it. she grew from acting out in class to shoplifting to getting high during the school days

each time she got a final warning from yet another school, her parents would show up, lavish her in gifts to bribe her into obeisance, and for once astrid would feel loved

it escalated and escalated, however, as astrid started pushing further and further in order to earn what she craved, the attention & validation from her family that drove her to just about every extreme she could think of

so it’s no wonder that astrid, a narcissistic little daredevil, fell in love with the first person that showed her the attention she craved. within six months she was devoted to her partner: a much older, and much more controlling person than she’d ever imagined herself with.

it lost its shine, however, when astrid found out she was pregnant just after turning twenty two. she panicked. she knew somewhere in her that she could not trust her partner to take care of her, and she knew that she could not be, and desperately didn’t want to be, a mother.

so she got an abortion. to hide it from her controlling parents, she bought herself expensive trinkets and sold them at pawn shops, and afterwards, nothing felt the same.

it opened her eyes -- and, after withdrawing several thousand dollars from her trust fund, she disappeared and left home to find a future in dayton.

* / present. 💋

of course her parents keep tabs on her: she sees familiar faces lurking outside her apartment almost daily. still, no one has harassed her yet, and at the moment that’s all she can hope for.

although starting fresh and without a constant family fortune to guide her, so far she’s found working to be mostly agreeable. she waits tables at a little dive club in dayton, using her girlish charm to wiggle tips out of even the most tight-fingered bastard

she’s still selfish and wild, difficult to control, and interested in little else but her next thrill. hell only accentuated her headstrong unruliness, and this is sure to be a problem for her.

muleheaded and relentless, when she gets her teeth in something and decides she likes it, it’s almost impossible to get her to let go.

still, one can earn a semblance of comfort and friendship with her, as much as any narcissist can offer; she’s endlessly loyal to those who earn it, and although her capacity for true effortless kindness has never been nurtured, she makes a needy, protective and attentive friend

* / specific wanted plots. 💋

an old and familiar friend — she leads an isolating life, though somehow has found a relic of her tumultuous past. this person knew her as a spoiled little rich girl, and knows her now adjusting to hard work and the realities of life as an average person - open to any gender

a mentor — rarely does astrid trust anyone with asking for advice and help in her life. still, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and has been raised in a guilded cage: she has to open up to someone and ask what the fuck she’s supposed to do with her taxes. this person is the most trusted friend and ally she has, and the only person who has so far been allowed to see that she really is still just a scared little girl in need of attention - open to any gender, though preferably a little older / more experienced in life than she is

* / plot ideas. 💋

sexual

i’m open to literally anything .... the standard fwb, hookups & one night stands

ppl who want a tiny, angry girl to boss them around idk

u need a wlw eightball? astrid is here to help

u need a third to spice things up with ur girl? astrid is here to help

someone she’s uhhh trading favors with cause she’s got Ambition and one of them is a lot of money of her own

romantic

hedonism is her jam so there’s only a few of these i’m putting down

although yooo imagine the drama if someone objectively better than her did catch her eye.... nice

unrequited crush — someone astrid caught feelings for and knows they don’t feel the same. she’s trying to work through it, but this person gives her butterflies, she can’t help it. highly undignified for her. wtf is this feeling, get it away from her - /lays down reverse card — someone who wants some angst in the form of unrequited feelings for a tiny brat. unwise, but it happens

break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored — a friend to whom astrid played side-chick while they figured out shit with their girl... then made the mistake of getting attached. it’s going to end terribly, she knows, but why not enjoy it while it lasts?

platonic

other people who work in the service industry like a co-workers / boss (still deciding where she works, so if ur muse needs an employee hmu ok), people she’s met at a bar, people she’s known for years somehow, etc.

yin to yang ; someone who is calm and shy, matching astrid’s small, fight-me, wild child energy and balancing her out. astrid’s not sure what she should do with them, but also can’t stop bothering them

heart-to-heart friend ; someone who sees through all of astrid bullshit, aggression and drama and sees that even through the dramatic haze of brattiness and selfishness , she’s genuinely fuckin... sad underneath it all. they don’t take her shit and coax honesty out of her

ex roommate ; someone whose couch she crashed on when she first arrived, before she got herself her own place. she probably didn’t really ask before deciding she was staying with them and tbh prob was annoying as hell. so it could be a fun connection

negative ; someone who hates her and has tried to fuck her shit up, someone she’s had a falling out with, someone she was Too Mean To, someone she plays mean pranks on, someone who annoys the shit out of her, oo even an ex could exist.... idk fuck me up fam

#reallife.intro #— * / 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖉 ♡ ﹙development﹚#— * / 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖉 ♡ ﹙character﹚#IS THIS GOOD ILL NEVER KNOW

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accio-infinity-stone · 6 years

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Personalised Imagine #4 ~ George Weasley

This is a personalised imagine for @siriuslyimmoony . I’m so sorry about how long it took to write. I hope it’s not too shit. I’ve never written for George before so it might be a bit OOC. This is a post-war AU where Fred lives. Also, Verity didn’t get much characterisation in the books and movies so I kind of took creative liberty with her. Also, I only realised that the headless hats were already invented during the Order of the Phoenix after I wrote this but let’s just ignore that.

Requested prompts: “why are you looking at me like that?” & “because I’m in love with you, you idiot”

“What’s this then?” The man asked with a condescending frown, inspecting the toy distastefully. You grit your teeth annoyedly but gave him a sweet smiled.

“That, sir, is a screaming yo-yo.” You answered.

“How does it work?”

“When someone starts playing with it, it screams.”

“Why in Merlin’s good name would someone want that?”

“It’s a prank toy, sir.”

“Ridiculous.” He grumbled and promptly walked away and out of the store without so much as a ‘thank you’ or a ‘goodbye’. Resisting the urge to run after him and whip him over the head with the damn screaming yo-yo, you took in a deep breath. You were normally a kindhearted person, a source of smiles and warmth but some people could just suck all that out of you. This customer particularly had a talent for that. He had come in claiming that he wanted to buy a toy for his nine-year-old niece but all he had done was reject every toy, product and potion you had offered with a sneer before leaving without having purchased a thing.

“Fucking git.” Muttered Verity, your friend and co-worker, as she walked up beside you. After the war and the Battle of Hogwarts, you had gotten a job in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. You had been friends with its founders since your second year in Hogwarts and had wanted to join them in their expansion. You weren’t officially one of its co-founders but you had helped create a lot of what was being sold now. In fact, you had come up with the idea for the shield hats which were widely used by Ministry of Magic officials.

“Annoying customer?” You asked with an amused smile.

“You have no shitting clue.” She grumbled, tugging at her short blonde hair. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at your foul-mouthed friend. When Fred and George were around, she’d be the definition of angelic but when she was with you or her other friends every other word would be a profanity. “A royal dickhead.” You could tell she was about to go off on a rant. Suddenly seeing George come up behind her, you tried to cut her off her but she once she was started there was no stopping her. “So she comes in, right? And she moseys on over, bloody insults my haircut in front of some other customers, demands I help her find a fucking love potion, basically tells the other customers to piss off and doesn’t even end up buying the sodding potion. All the while she’s talking shit about every product she fucking passes!” She finished with a dramatic wave of her hand.

“Er-Verity?” You said, trying to contain the laughter inside you.

“What?” She asked. You pointed behind her with a small smile as she turned around uneasily.

“Mr. Weasley!” She exclaimed a little too loudly.

“All right, Verity?” He greeted with a cheeky grin, as informal as ever, making you snort unceremoniously.

“Y-yes, sir. Of course, sir. I should get back to the customers…sir.” She blundered before turning back to you, mouthing ‘shit’ and running off.

“Got a mouth that one.” George said.

“She does.” You agreed then, quickly coming to your friend’s defense, said, “she means well though and she’s a good worker.”

“Don’t worry, mama bird, I know.” He teased, subconsciously taking a step towards you, making you blush and look down. You almost groaned. You’ve known this man for years now and he still managed to make you feel like a teenage girl. Yes, you had a crush on your best friend and yes, it was ridiculously cheesy and yes, he was the only person oblivious to this fact. “You’re blushing.” He pointed out, cocking his head to the side so that his ginger fringe fell into his warm, brown eyes.

“Wh-“ You started but cut yourself off by covering your face with your hands. “No - no - I just - I’m just hot - I mean warm.” You stuttered. Cursing at your transparency, you willed your witty side to come back and save you from this situation. “S-so where’s your other half?” You were referring to George’s twin brother, Fred. The two were nearly inseparable which proved irritating at times. You loved Fred, you really did, it’s just in times when you wished it was just you and George there he was.

You had known you fancied George after about a year of knowing him. He was a genius and a comic, much like his brother, but you had become more drawn to George. You were always the one to be able to tell them apart even when Molly couldn’t. This, of course, being before George lost his left ear during the Battle of Seven Potters - as it had come to be known. You had always ignored these feelings though, not wanting to ruin your friendship with the twins.

Although both siblings were quite extroverted, George was the gentler and calmer of the two. He was always the more moral, urging his brother not to act out when someone went back on a promise or betrayed a friend. He wasn’t afraid to take the piss out of himself at times too, definitely more so than Fred. These were only a few of the reasons why you loved the man.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, you had promised yourself you would tell him how you felt if you all survived. The constant worrying about him - about everyone - was making you go mad and all you wanted to do was kiss and hug him and have him kiss and hug you. However, when Fred was almost killed in an explosion during the battle and you were kneeling over his unconscious body with a weeping George beside you, you knew that what he needed at that moment was a friend to lean on. And you would most assuredly be that friend, your feelings be damned.

“Not sure.” George said. “Oh, right!” he blurted, your words reminding him of why he wanted to find you. Grabbing you by the hand, he dragged you away from the screaming yo-yos. “You won’t believe it, Marissa! The headless hats - they work! The damn buggers work!” He exclaimed with a wide grin, looking back at you as he led you through the busy store. Your eyes widened and you laughed happily. The two of you had been working on those for months, finding it quite difficult to replicate the magic similarly used by the mythical invisibility cloak.

You were surprised to see when you and George entered his and Fred’s shared office that Fred wasn’t there. You weren’t sure why but this made you slightly nervous, the thought that George wanted to share this moment of success on a project only the two of you worked on making you feel jittery. You never knew why Fred had never offered to help with the product but you didn’t mind, loving the time spent with only George. He led you to his desk before pulling out a small hat covered in pink feathers.

“Alright, remember when we were working on it the other night and we managed to make the hat disappear but not the person’s head?” He started, brown eyes shining excitedly. You nodded, your thrilled grin just as wide as his. “Well, I was tinkering with it a few hours ago while you were working and…” He trailed off as he lifted the hat into the air and slowly and dramatically placed it on his head as if he were being crowned king. The second the hat touched his fiery-red curls his whole head disappeared, as well as the hat.

You gasped but soon started laughing, hands going to clench your long, blonde hair in glee. George’s headless body took a deep bow, making you chuckle again. “That’s brilliant, George!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on your hair. His head suddenly appeared on his body again as he took off the hat, his freckled face laughing. Unknown to you but most of his current happiness was simply from watching your delighted face beam with pride and joy, your blue eyes wide with wonder. He always loved showing you new magic and tricks, just to see those blue eyes grow in admiration. “My turn! My turn!” You said, grabbing the object from his hands and placing it on your head.

You could tell by George’s burst of laughter that it had worked. “Now that’s something to wear to family dinners.” He joked.

“Oh your poor mother, you’ll give her a heart attack one day.” You said but grinned nonetheless. “This is wonderful!”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” He said, flashing you a cheeky grin. Luckily he couldn’t actually see your face turn red. “I need to check something, can you pass it over?” He asked. His smile widened once you took it off. You looked up at him in confusion when he put it down on the desk without checking it.

“Don’t you have to check something?” You asked.

“Nah, I just wanted to see your blush.” He said mischievously. Biting your lip to stop from smiling, you pressed your hands to your cheeks. You hated and loved when he’d flirt with you. You knew it was all harmless, he had flirted with plenty of his female friends but the hope it gave you was almost cruel. Although you couldn’t exactly say it was cruel considering he didn’t know of your feelings.

“It’s just warm in here.” You denied, looking away. You could feel his gaze on you making you antsy.

“You already used that excuse earlier.” He pointed out.

“It’s a warm store.” You argued, finally removing your hands from your face. After a moment of silence, you looked up to find his eyes still on you. Your lips parted slightly at the emotion on his freckled face, at the gentle smile on his lips, at the sparkle in his eyes. Merlin, the things this man did to you. You suddenly couldn’t look him in the eyes, your gaze flickering around the room, a nervous laugh coming from your lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked.

“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot.” He responded without missing a beat. Your eyes snapped up to his in shock, trying to find some trace of the mischief so commonly there but finding none. Was this…genuine?

“You - me? - I - What?” You managed to sputter out. He gave you an anxious smile as he looked away, a blush now spreading on his cheeks.

“I think - No, I know I love you, Marissa.” He said, “Since like our second year. I know it’s ridiculous. We’re friends, right? But I can’t - It’s just - every time I look at you…” You didn’t know if you were hearing this right, was he rambling? You grinned as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his, immediately shutting him up. He made a small noise of surprise but kissed you back sweetly, his hands falling to rest on your hips gently as you stood on your toes to meet his face. You felt him smile into the kiss, making your heart flutter.

He made a groaned frustratedly as you pulled away from him. You laughed breathily, lowering your heels to the ground. “So does that mean-“ George started.

“I’m in love with you, you idiot.” You said.

#imagine #personalised imagine #hp #Harry Potter #george weasley #george weasley imagine #fanfiction #fan fiction #post war #fanfic #fan fic #past war au #lightning era #weasley #weasley's wizard wheezes #fred lives au #prompts #requested

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gillotto · 7 years

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ADHD.

The one thing that has brought me the most grief in life is my inability to remember. It's affected me in as many ways as you can imagine, and has brought me feelings of self-hatred, self-doubt, shame, and anger. It's disappointed my parents, and caused me to lose jobs. And every time I think I am improving myself, something always comes along to prove me wrong and punch me in the gut. I was 15 when I got my first job. I was fired within a few weeks because I wasn't fast enough, and couldn't absorb the instructions given to me. I told myself from the moment I was let go and for many years afterward, "I'm only 15, they can't expect me to be perfect within a few weeks!". But now I know better. After that, in my last year of high school, while getting ready for a prom I didn't even want to go to, I got a call from my second job. Fired again. Same reasons as the last one. I told myself then, and many years after, "It was a family-run store, they probably just wanted me gone to hire a niece or nephew or whatever". But now I know better. My third job was the longest job I had yet. I was there a year and a few months. I was brought into the managers office twice. Told I wasn't good at serving people rotisserie chickens and potato wedges. I probably only lasted as long as I did because it was unionized. I quit before they could find another excuse to finally fire me. I told myself, "the manager was a dick, and everyone I worked with were rats who must've complained about me even though I tried my best". I know better now. Then I worked in a kitchen at a restaurant; I got in because my older brother worked in the dish pit and put in a good word for me. I was fired within a month. My brother stayed on for nearly three years and still talks about that job to this day. Then I worked in fast food. The supervisors bitched to the owner about me. None of my co-workers liked me or talked to me unless they had to. I was constantly beaten down by one supervisor in particular who I also had the unfortunate misery of closing with almost every shift I had. I was sexually harassed by a co-worker who was twice my age. When I had a panic attack in the bathroom over his advances, and cold-shouldered him every shift afterward, people took pity on him and hated me even more. I finally quit when I couldn't take the toxic environment anymore. The owner refused to give me more hours no matter how many times I asked him for more, telling him I had a $+600 tuition payment to make every month. I quit, even though I hadn't found another job yet. I finally found work at a call centre, my first job out of food service. And I loved it. I lost my voice, I had to deal with some stupid customers, and eventually my ex started working there in the same department as me. I was also tardy a few times, or a few minutes late coming back from breaks or lunch, and got slaps on the wrists for it. It got to the point where I was on a last chance agreement, so I did my very best to never be late. The people I spoke with in those meetings always told me, "you're a great advisor" and "we don't want to lose you". They offered me their own personal stories and suggested I keep a timer on my phone, or something, to help me keep track. Biting back tears, back in July I told my supervisor I was quitting. I was doing it to focus on my tattooing apprenticeship and career. But I had also fallen back into depression over my boyfriend of nearly a year dumping me, and was constantly calling in sick to work. Sometimes I even drove all the way there, sat in the parking lot, debated going in. Then I'd call in sick and lie in the back seat and sleep for hours before driving around town to kill the rest of the day before going home at the usual time I'd get off work, so my parents wouldn't catch on. I was worried this erratic behaviour was going to get me fired eventually, and I was already on thin ice. So I quit. I thought a new focus in life would pull me out of the pit I was in. But it was bittersweet to quit the job that had helped me pay off my tuition, and buy a new car. It hurt to leave the first job I had ever had that didn't make me feel like an incompetent, forgetful idiot. But I wanted to show to my tattoo mentor I was serious, and wanted to give her my full-time commitment. I wanted my paradigm shift and I thought this was the only way to get it. But today I sat down with my mentor and it was like deja vu. The same conversation I've had with my parents, my bosses, my teachers. I forget same near everything else that happens in my life but these moments are fresh. "I feel like you're just here to pass the time," she said. "I don't know if you're really here because you're passionate about this. And I've been testing you, and you look at me and it seems like you're listening when I tell you things. But then you don't do them. I can't keep micromanaging. I was going to tell you, "feel free to do the training but work off your hours somewhere else" because it just felt like you weren't going to get it." I spent all day today painting the walls and ceiling of what will eventually be the new tattoo studio. As we sit there talking, I'm covered head to foot in white primer paint. My fingers are rubbed raw from the roller. I show up every day in an old Tshirt and beat-up track pants because I know by the end of the day I'll be covered in a layer of drywall dust, mud, dirt, paint, or all the above. I've been muddling drywall, sanding, painting, sweeping, disinfecting, cleaning, organizing, stocking, gardening, dragging heavy bags of soil across the yard on a sled because they're too heavy to lift, my hands are constantly covered in cuts, and I come home exhausted every day. Meanwhile I also practice microblading eyebrows, flash designs, and work on personal commissions so that I can make money because during all of this I am not making a dime. I'm working off the cost of my apprenticeship in manual labour, building the shop I will one day work in from literally the ground up. I'm sure anyone else who walked into a tattoo apprenticeship and expected glitz and glamour and cool, chill gig, but instead got saddled with grunt work, would've fucked off ages ago. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm annoyed. I'm impatient. I'm eager to learn. I'm passionate. I'm so fucking happy to be there. And I thought it showed in all my hard work. I always think that. And then someone tells me I'm not working hard enough. I'm not passionate enough. They test me, and I fail. She's not the first person to tell me all these things. I'm sure she won't even be the last, hard as that is to think because I wish to god she was. But she is the first to tell me that she too had problems with memory and that she had ADHD and she takes medication for it. For the first time, after being punched in the gut I then felt elated. When she described her symptoms I went, "holy shit that's me". For the first time, I wasn't just an idiot. I had a disorder, a disorder I've been brushing aside for my entire life. If she had been like every other conversation, I might have told myself, "she's just way too anal about everything, and a neat freak. You're doing you're best and you QUIT YOUR JOB for her like fuck what else do you need to do to prove yourself worthy?!" But now I know better. I'm not enough. I'm forgetful. I'm thoughtless. My mind easily wanders. I can only focus on one thing at a time. And I can't keep telling myself, "but I can't help it. It's just how my brain is wired". Fuck that. I've tried everything else. Now I need a solution that will stick. I need to go see a doctor about my ADHD, and get on medication. I'm not enough. Not yet. But I will be. I will prove myself. And if I'm lucky, I will never have that conversation with anyone ever again.

#Jade speaks #ADHD #personal #long #medication #adhd meds

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love you like a love song

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party, love you like a love song is dedicated to the enthusiastic @sungjaesgf who has requested #69 " “i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au with Eunkwang from BTOB. 😉 I hope you like it! Merry Christmas! 💖

Words: 887

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

Pairing: Seo Eunkwang x Kwang Hani (OC)

Warning: slightly drunk people singing at a karaoke bar lol

Kwang Hani hated nothing more than company dinners followed by the most boring karaoke sessions of history. What annoyed her even more was the fact that everyone kept talking about those karaoke nights until the next occasion arrived.

Not until a certain someone appeared in her life, did her opinion change.

The day it happened Hani was already fed up with her co-workers and didn’t feel like spending a couple more hours with any of them. Nevertheless, company dinners were compulsory but in return the renting of the karaoke bar and the meals were paid by the company. If she had to pay, she would hand in her resignation right away because she couldn’t afford that much money every month (since the dinners were monthly).

Taking her extra hours at work into consideration, she could barely made it to the dinner. Barely. In the end, she arrived at the restaurant in time but her boss didn’t even start until he made sure that everyone was already present.

“Where’s Ilhoon?” She inquired as she sat beside the new HR intern – Yook Sungjae.

Ilhoon was usually the life of the party, so she was surprised that he didn’t show up that day. It’s not like she had anything to do with the said guy, it’s just that he was always teasing her as they worked in the same department and she found it peculiar that there was no one to mess with her.

“He’s ill.” The young boy shrugged his shoulders.

“What?” Hani furrowed her eyebrows in question. “He seemed perfectly fine when he left work with me.” She reasoned, trying to recall how Ilhoon had looked when they left the company. He seemed like his usual casual self, there was nothing extraordinary about his appearance, nor his behaviour.

“Actually…” Sungjae looked around like he was about to tell her a big secret. He moved closer to her and lowered his voice. “He has a date.” The intern announced with a mischievous smile on his face.

Hani’s mouth slackened. She shot up an eyebrow as she didn’t want to believe what she had heard. Ilhoon had a date? For real? He was the last guy she thought would have a girlfriend. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was actually pretty nice if he made an effort which didn’t happen most of the time.

“Oh I see.” She bobbed her head while Sungjae smiled his trademark smile.

The rest of the dinner was spent in a somewhat awkward atmosphere. For the first time ever, she was glad they went to the karaoke bar after the meal because at least she didn’t have to sit beside Sungjae. The guy was dancing with himself in the other side of the room while she tried her best to stay awake.

A question kept gnawing at her and didn’t let her rest in peace for the rest of the night. If Ilhoon had a date, why couldn’t she? She wasn’t jealous, she just didn’t get it. Why was her love life practically non-existent? Why everyone seemed to have a significant other while all she had in her flat was a grumpy cat and a dying cactus. Hani couldn’t help but ponder why it didn’t work out for her. Was there anything wrong with her?

As she was moping and having an existential crisis, she couldn’t help but be appalled by someone’s singing. The voice was unfamiliar but it shouldn’t have been a surprise since they weren’t the only ones at the bar; there was a group of friends as well. Half of them were already drunk, so were her co-workers, small wonder why her colleagues were more than fond of the idea that strangers would sing with them. What is more, they competed against each other to see which team was better. Of course, Hani wasn’t brave enough to participate, she was caught up in her thoughts anyway.

Yet, that voice was sending shivers down her spine. Even though the mood was ruined because of the heart-breaking song, Hani couldn’t have been happier. The talented (and handsome) young man was singing her absolute favourite song – Miracles in December by EXO. A few of the already-too-drunk people held hands and started humming in the background like they were at a real concert.

The gorgeous stranger felt the curious and amazed eyes on him and Hani didn’t know why but when he turned around to face his audience, he winked at her. She was sure that it was directed at her since she was the only person sitting on the couch.

Oh man, she totally blew it right then and there.

She reassured herself that she wasn’t totally sober, that’s why she was imagining things, but when she found a phone number on her office desk the next day, she immediately thought of the handsome stranger. When she turned to her right, she caught Sungjae staring at her with a playful smile plastered on his face.

“Was it you?” She raised an eyebrow in question. The intern shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe I helped you find a date.” He boasted a boyish grin of his and Hani couldn’t help but smile with him.

From that day on, she didn’t hate karaoke bars anymore. In fact, it was her and the handsome stranger’s − Eunkwang’s – favourite place too.

#kpopwritingnet #kreativewritersnet #kkreationsnet #btob scenario #eunkwang scenario #btob fluff #eunkwang fluff #btob comedy #eunkwang comedy #btob slice of life #eunkwang slice of life #beth's birthday prompt party #restless_maknae #my story

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ktrsss1fics · 7 years

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Cheesburger in Paradise: Nine.

If someone asked Georgina Ferguson what she expected to do on her last full day in Aruba, she would probably have a normal answer. She’d be soaking up the sun and the smell of the sea. She’d grab one last pineapple full of rum and some of those jerk chicken kabobs from down the lane. She’d take a dip in the pool and end the day with a long nap before the dinner Niall had planned to celebrate a great trip. She would enjoy her last day in paradise.

As fate would have it, that’s not what happened. After leaving Niall’s room, she hardly slept. She went over everything that happened until she made herself sick. Things went too far way too quickly. She didn’t know what it was but there was just something about him. It was like he was some sort of drug and she was addicted.

She hated it. She hated how her mind always wandered back to him. She hated how her body reacted to his touch – his kiss. She hated his voice and his stupid laugh and the satisfied look on his face when she left his room.

She felt ashamed and disgusted. But most of all, she felt disappointed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to get that close to anybody ever. She made a pact with herself.

No boys, no problems

The moment she let her guard down and Niall Horan laughed his way into her heart she realized she was done for.

When she finally did fall asleep, her phone began to ring. It continued to ring, quite obnoxiously, for the next hour and a half. There was an emergency at work and her bosses needed her to come back from vacation early.

Georgina was not having it.

She was hungover, sexually frustrated, and three points past exhausted. She wanted to sleep until she needed to get ready for dinner. She didn’t want to deal with work shit. She wanted to ease back into things just like her co workers. She wanted her complete two weeks of vacation not thirteen days and three-quarters.

Her bosses offered to pay for her ticket back to the States and an entire day’s worth of holiday pay. As appealing as it was, she didn’t want to go back. She wanted to spend her last night eating dinner with her friends. They all changed their schedules for her. She couldn’t abandon them and not say thank you. As a compromise, she told them she’d spend her day working on what she could.

That’s what she did. She spent her day focused on her computer screen. The switch had been flipped and she was back in work mode. She had no time for feelings or banter or cute boys who offered to cook her lunch. She was all about lawsuits and organizing evidence to win those cases.

That’s the way she liked things. That’s what she knew. She knew how to help a lawyer win a case. She knew how to produce the right evidence at the right time. She didn’t know how to talk to the boy she was crushing on about the time they had spent together and how much she enjoyed the way he played with her lady bits. They didn’t teach that at university.

Deep down, a part of her appreciated the fact that work was occupying her time. That meant she didn’t have to think about what was really gnawing at her brain – her relationship with Niall.

Did she actually like him or was this just a holiday fling? What was going to happen when they got back home? What was going to happen when he left again?

The biggest question burning holes in her brain couldn’t be answered yet.

Was she ready for this?

She didn’t know and she wasn’t quite ready to find out.

Georgina worked until it was time to leave for dinner. She did her makeup in the car on the way to the restaurant. Just as they were about to head inside, she got another phone call from work. This time it was a co-worker asking for help. Frustrated, she answered his questions as best she could. She stood outside the restaurant while her friends headed in.

As soon as the conversation ended, she shut off her phone, made a pit stop at the toilets, and then made her way to the table where her friends were looking over the menu.

She scanned the table looking for an empty seat. Conveniently, the only spot left was the one sat next to one person she didn’t want to see.

Georgina closed her eyes and drew in a quick breath. She could do this. She could spend her evening faking it. She’d use her work laugh to get her through the next two hours. She could sit beside him and not feel anything. She could do it.

When she opened her eyes, he was studying her face closely. His eyebrows pulled together as a concerned expression took over his freshly tanned features. She was done for. Gathering up as much courage as she could, Georgina took a deep breath and made her way towards the table.

She pulled out her chair and sat down, “Out of all the spots around this bloody table, you saved me a seat next to the one twat here who doesn’t know how to button a fucking shirt.”

Brittany and David let out a light laugh at her comment. Niall rolled his eyes knowing exactly what she was doing. She was playing her part. She was still the scorned woman who had trust issues. She didn’t want anyone to know how she truly felt – especially when it came to him. She couldn’t stand him.

He was fine with it. It needed to be done. It was still early days. Things were fresh. Things didn’t need to be tainted by other opinions anyways. He didn’t even know how to label their relationship. Were they just friends? Were they something more? Did she even want any of that to happen?

He didn’t know and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to find out until they got back home and reality set in.

“Some people happen to find it attractive, Ferguson.” Niall replied shooting a smug smile in her direction.

“Clearly. See you got a few additions to your neck there Nialler.” Dave said with a smirk.

“Who gave you those Ni?” Brittany asked nodding towards his hickey-adorned neck.

“No one.” Niall replied calmly. He straightened out the cuff of his sleeve. “I burned meself with a curling iron.”

Dave erupted with laughter making Niall smile. He glanced over to his left.

Georgina rolled her eyes, “You’re an idiot.”

“Who was it, Ni?” Brittany asked trying to figure out what had happened the night before.

“Ehh it was just some bird near the bar. She got a bit too excited about me Irish accent.” Niall shrugged. “Hooked up a bit near the toilets.”

“Oh.” Brittany looked surprised. She looked across the table at her best friend.

Last she heard, Georgina was starting to explore the idea of having feelings for Niall. Brittany knew her best friend. When it came to men, she wouldn’t put all her eggs in one basket. She had trust issues. That’s why she was hesitant about admitting how she really felt.

Brittany knew hearing Niall talk about his conquests from the before wasn’t something Georgina would want to hear. She tried to think of a subject to guide the conversation towards.

David had other plans.

“You get her number?” Dave asked wiggling his eyebrows.

Brittany elbowed him in the side. Dave turned giving her a pained look.

Niall cleared his throat sensing the tension around the table. “Nah it was just a one off thing.”

“You waited until almost our last night in Aruba to hook up with someone. You have impeccable timing Horan.” Georgina replied curtly.

“Better late than never.” He shrugged.

“So um G, what are your plans for when we get back?” Brittany interjected trying to get to a more neutral subject.

“Just dealing with work. Nothing exciting.” Georgina said. “They’ve been trying to get me to go back tonight.”

“Well that’s bull shit.” Niall said annoyed for her.

“Aren’t you legally supposed to have two weeks?” Britt asked.

Georgina nodded. “Yep. But uh they said they’d pay for my ticket and give me a full day of holiday pay.”

“You’ve got to learn to say no, love.” Dave said focusing on his menu.

“I’m still here aren’t I?” Georgina replied. She knew they were trying to help but her friends had no idea how relentless her bosses were being. She didn’t want to spend dinner talking about it. She needed a break.

“What are you doing when we get back, Britt?” Niall asked quickly – sensing something deeper was going on with Georgina.

“Just work but uh Sophie might come out for a visit.” Brittany said with a smile.

“Mum finally agreed to it?” Georgina said in shock.

“Surprising, I know.” Brittany laughed. “I guess she got in trouble so I’m supposed to lecture her about it because you know Mum is incapable of disciplining her.”

“So I should expect her around me flat after that happens.” Georgina said knowing exactly how well that conversation would go.

“She’s not gonna want the couch.” Brittany said thinking about her little sister. “Might like that new bed of yours though.”

“You excited to see Soph, Davey?” Georgina asked with a smirk.

“Having one of them in the house is enough.” Dave sighed. “Don’t think I can handle two of them.”

“You can stay round mine.” Niall said raising his drink to his lips. “Won’t be around much.”

“What are you doing when we get back?” Georgina asked confused.

“Well me albums comin’ out so I’m going on tour.” Niall said with a smile.

Of course. He was going on tour. She tried to remain neutral. She couldn’t let him know that she was crumbling inside. She knew he’d be leaving. She knew he had to work. But she didn’t expect to hear it so soon. She didn’t realize how quickly she had to figure things out.

“He’s going to be gone for the rest of the year.” Dave said confused by Georgina’s question. Everyone in the group knew about it. “He talked about this at Jenna’s before we left.”

“I uh I wasn’t there.” Georgina stuttered.

Brittany placed a hand on her boyfriend’s arm. “She was at work, remember?”

“But I don’t leave until the end of August so I’ll be around for a bit. I’m gonna go home for a few days before I have to come back and get started.” Niall explained trying to look her in the eyes.

He felt guilty. She looked like she had been blindsided. He could only imagine what she was feeling at that very moment.

She kept her eyes on the table until she could formulate a response. Lucky for her, the server started taking everyone’s order allowing her the chance to escape for a few moments.

Once everyone’s meal was ordered, Jamie started to playfully interrogate Marco and Ashlee about their time in Aruba. Niall took this opportunity to make sure his friend was okay. He opened his mouth to speak but she shut him down.

“This isn’t the time or place, Horan.” Georgina said pretending to care about the lie Marco was telling.

“I was just going to say I thought she would have told you about me leaving. You guys talk about everything so I thought you would have gotten a recap of dinner at Jenna’s.” Niall said shyly. “I would’ve told you sooner but up until a week ago I was the scum of the earth.”

Her eyes flicked to his immediately. “What?”

“Is that not true?” He asked sounding bitter.

“You weren’t–” She let out a frustrated sigh.

“That’s how it felt.” Niall shrugged. He started to play with the fork in front of him. “Anyways, we’ve dealt with me leaving before so it shouldn’t be that different. We will be okay.”

Georgina felt someone kick her under the table. She looked up to find Brittany giving her a concerned look. Trying to not draw anymore attention to herself, Georgina faked a smile. Niall did the same. Brittany bought it and it wasn’t long before the two women went back to listening to the bull shit spewing out of Marco’s mouth. When she noticed Brittany wasn’t looking, she nudged Niall’s knee. He looked over at her confused.

“It’s completely different and you know it.” She whispered – the frustration in her voice was evident.

“Well I mean after last night…” Niall blushed.

“Can we not do this right now?” Georgina snapped. She couldn’t handle it.

Niall opened his mouth but decided against continuing the argument. He wasn’t going to ruin their last night. He let out a frustrated groan before rolling his eyes.

“Horan!” Keith called from the end of the table.

Niall turned his attention towards their friend. “What?”

Keith nodded towards Georgina, “What’s going on with you two now? She still after that chair of yours?”

Niall’s mind went blank. He didn’t know what to say. For the past seven years, he had been through countless PR boot camps and extensive response training. He knew how to get around dodgy questions and awkward interviews. But when it came to Georgina, he didn’t know how to describe what was going on. They hadn’t talked. He didn’t know if she was okay with what happened. He didn’t know if she wanted things to continue. He didn’t know anything besides the fact that she was pissed that he was leaving and he felt like shit for it.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to him expecting some kind of answer. He couldn’t deliver so Georgina stepped up.

“He thinks that Ron is the best Weasley.” Georgina said rolling her eyes dramatically. “But he’s obviously wrong because Molly is clearly the best one of the bunch.”

Jamie pointed his pint towards her. “And why’s that love?”

“She basically adopts Harry even though she already has a gaggle of children. And then she kills the most evil witch ever to protect them.” She explained.

“This is why you’re not gonna get a boyfriend any time soon babe.” Keith laughed.

Jenna glared at him from across the table. “Watch yourself. She can get anyone she fancies.”

“You hear that, Ni?” Dave said with a cheeky wink.

Niall wanted to curl up underneath the table. He was going to ring Dave’s neck. Georgina was already on edge. Their friends weren’t helping the situation at all. He knew something was going to happen. He didn’t know if it was going to be a meltdown or an explosion. He glanced over at her. The expressionless look on her face hadn’t faltered.

“She couldn’t get someone like him.” Keith said. “She needs someone more stoic. Bit boring.”

Maggie hit Keith upside the head. “Leave her alone, you git. If you’re mean to her she won’t come back for another trip.”

“All we would need is for the Irishman to work his magic. No one can say no to him.” Jamie teased blowing kisses at Niall.

“She’s said no to him plenty of times.” Keith scoffed. “He’s all but thrown himself at her since they met and she’s barely being nice to him now.”

“Thank you for the recap of how big of a bitch I’ve been, Keith.” Georgina mumbled.

“You know if she wanted to date him, she could. Fergie is a catch.” Brittany said in defense.

“He doesn’t like enough obscure things for her.” Keith said. “Right, Ferg?”

“I find it hilarious that the one person incapable of landing a long term relationship is trying to comment on my love life.” Georgina shot back. “When was the last time you had a girl who stuck around for more than a night? Oh I forgot, you believe that all women are disposable.”

Jenna and Mags snickered. They detested the way Keith treated women.

Niall laughed at Georgina’s honesty. “She’s got a point there mate.”

Keith’s face turned a slight shade of pink. “Well–”

Georgina leaned over so she could look him in the eyes, “Keep your opinions to yourself.”

“I was just joking with you babes.” Keith said taking a sip of his drink. “Only joking.”

“Uh huh, sure.” She replied dryly.

“So now that Fergie’s ripped someone a new one, we can officially say this has been an actual group event.” Jamie said with a playful grin.

“Give the girl a break.” Mags said placing her hand on his thigh.

“You called her a pain in the tit earlier.” Jamie said not understanding his girlfriend’s point.

“Yeah but I’m her pain in the tit.” Georgina said with a soft smile. “And that’s what counts.”

Maggie, Jenna, and Brittany laughed at her comment. The girls had an odd way of showing affection to one another but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dave shook his head. “You birds are so weird.”

“But that’s why you keep us around.” Brittany pressed a kiss to his check.

“Alright, let’s get back to the real issue at hand.” Jamie said before turning towards the two people who had been nonexistent for a majority of the trip. “Marco and Ashlee.”

The entire group started laughing, except two. One bit the inside of their cheek trying to keep it together while the other sat beside them unable to help.

The rest of dinner was a lot pleasant. Toasts were given and meals were shared. Georgina stayed relatively quiet and that worried the boy sitting beside her. He tried to strike up the nerve to talk to her but he was afraid of getting shut down again. He decided to wait until they got back to the house. He was hoping they could figure things out but when she got a phone call as soon as they walked in the door he knew not to get his hopes up.

He gave her thirty minutes. He gave her thirty minutes of alone time to get some more of her work done. He knew if he waited any longer than that, nothing would happen. It would be another sleepless night and that wasn’t something he could handle.

Without any hesitation, Niall grabbed two slices of cake Jenna had bought on the way back and headed for her room. When he got to her room, the door was slightly ajar. He could hear her still on the phone. He knocked twice and was greeted by a soft yes. He popped his head in to let her know it was him.

Georgina took her eyes off the screen to look at him. She had changed into a Team GB shirt and a pair of shorts. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup was gone, and the girl who was already a knockout looked ten times better. He raised both pieces of cake silently asking if she wanted any. Her eyes lit up as she motioned for him to come further. His heart started to race as he moved toward her bed.

He didn’t know what was going on. He could usually keep his cool around girls he fancied. With Georgina, it was different. It was always different. She was a rare breed. She was funny and cute and into a lot of the same things he was. She was hard to read and sometimes rude but he knew deep down she was worth it. It was just an unfortunate circumstance. She was in the process of putting her heart back together and he was only allowed to watch.

Within the last few days, she had been better at accepting his help. After the night they shared, he was worried that she was retreating back to her old ways. He had tried talking to her all day. He had texted her in the morning to see if she wanted to go into town for breakfast with him and the boys. She couldn’t. He had texted her again at lunch to see if she had eaten yet. She hadn’t. He tried talking to her briefly on the way to the restaurant but the other girls kept interrupting.

This was going to be his first real chance to talk things out with her and he was scared shitless. Georgina was already an intimidating woman. She didn’t like being vulnerable. She didn’t like talking about personal details. But the intimate night they shared needed to be discussed.

He needed to know that she was feeling that same way he was. The chemistry and ease of their relationship was intoxicating. After last night, he couldn’t get enough of her. His desire to be around her had be amplified even more.

He needed her to know that everything was going to be okay. She didn’t need to hide or worry or run. He wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t going to betray her like the others. He was in it for as long as she’d have him.

She hung up the phone as soon as he sat down.

“Motherfuckers can’t do anything without me.” Georgina grumbled looking over at him.

She quickly typed an email before transferring over a group of files.

“You okay there?” Niall asked with a look of concern.

“If I was physically capable of crying, right now I would.” She admitted. “I’ve got a massive stress headache, I missed out on basically everything fun you guys did today, and I just sat through a dinner where I found out my closest friends think I’m a major bitch.”

“You’re not a bitch.” Niall replied quietly.

She rolled her eyes. “Out of everyone here, you know that I am. You’ve dealt with it first hand for years.”

“You just needed some time to warm up to me.” He said picking up her phone and moving it away from her.

“They can still call you know.” She said looking at him.

“And you can ignore them.” He smiled. “You need a break Fergie.”

“Niall, you don’t…” Georgina sighed.

“I do get it, Georgina. I get exactly what you are doing.” Niall assured her.

Georgina ignored his comment. She knew what he meant. He wanted to talk and she wasn’t interested. She didn’t have time to talk about her feelings with him. There was too much to be done.

“What’s everyone doing?” She asked looking at the computer screen.

“Keith is watching Marco and Ashlee make out in the pool. Uh Jamie just made margaritas and is going to watch a movie with Mags and Jenna.” He said playing with his hair. “And I’m pretty sure Dave and Britt went upstairs to fuck.”

“What’d they say?” Georgina asked confused.

“They forgot to pack.” Niall explained.

She rolled her eyes, “Who said it?”

“Um Britt.” He replied.

“Yeah they’re fucking.” Georgina nodded. “That’s her code for it.”

Niall leaned back on her bed and laughed. “Our mates are so fucking weird.”

“What are you doing?” She asked looking back at him.

“I was gonna hang out with you… if-if that’s okay.” He stammered.

“Out of all the people in this house, you want to sit here and bug me?” She groaned.

“Excuse me for not being too interested in watching Davey fuck.” He retorted.

“You have other friends here.” She replied selecting a new group of files to send.

Niall closed his eyes. “You’re the only friend I haven’t seen all day.”

“Maybe there was a reason for that.” She mumbled to herself.

“What the fuck did I do wrong, Georgina?” Niall groaned.

Georgina pinched the bridge of her nose as the pounding her head grew worse. She took a deep breath before turning towards the boy beside her.

“Ni, I know you really want to have a conversation about last night and us and you leaving and all that but I honestly can’t do that right now. I can’t.” She explained. “Can we please just do this later?”

The tone of her voice hurt his heart. She sounded like she was moments away from a breakdown. He knew that if he didn’t put a stop to things that she’d run herself into the ground.

“Fine.” He replied. “But you get two more emails then you’re done for the night.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “What?”

“You aren’t spending your last night in Aruba on the verge of tears because of work. You get to send two more emails and then you are going to turn off the work switch and enjoy some cake with me.” Niall stated. “You can do the rest when you get back.”

She thought about arguing with him. But the serious look on his face made her think otherwise.

“Fine.” She sighed. “But if you are gonna be in here, you need to go change your clothes.”

“What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?” He asked looking down at his dress pants.

“We aren’t going to a business meeting. We are going to be eating cake at ten o’clock at night in a bed in Aruba.” She smirked. “Dress like it.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Someone’s bein’ a little brat tonight, aren’t they?”

She sent a flirtatious wink in his direction causing him to cackle all the way to his room.

After a brief wardrobe change and some cake consumption, Georgina and Niall laid next to each other on her bed. Niall was on his side watching her face closely. Her eyes were shut and a smile had taken form. She had been telling a story about a very gullible teenage David.

The more she spoke, the more he realized how much he was going to miss her. He knew if he didn’t tell her it would eat him alive. He waited for a pause in her story to say something but she beat him to it.

“How long are you going to be gone?” She asked shyly.

He cleared his throat, “I’ll uh well I’ll be back by December.”

“You mean to tell me I’m not going to have random In N Out drop offs or stupid arguments over all the shows you aren’t watching or anyone to make dumb bets about our friends with for the next four months?” She asked surprised.

“I know.” He said mentally cursing himself.

“Fuck.” Georgina sighed.

“My phone is going to be always on and we can FaceTime whenever and I’ll see you in Vegas for Mags birthday and I’ve got an LA date.” Niall blurted out. “So really it won’t be that bad.”

“Vegas isn’t confirmed yet for me.” She said.

“Well that’s fine. We can make it work.” Niall said placing a hand on her stomach. “Just trust–”

There was that word again: trust. She couldn’t do it. Just the sound of it forced her to start to pull away. She cleared her throat before trying to change the subject.

A frustrated groan escaped his lips as he answered her bull shit question about the airport. Her lack of faith in him was disheartening. He knew that in order for them to work he had to get her to trust him. One way to do that was to show her that he trusted her.

An idea popped into his head. He hopped off the bed and headed into his room. He grabbed his phone and a pair of headphones. He crawled back into bed with her and scrolled through the music on his phone.

“Hey Ferg, can I show you something?” He asked plugging the headphones in.

“If you are talking about your penis, I really don’t think its appropriate to show–” She opened her eyes to find him looking at his phone.

“You gonna show me nudes or what?” She asked studying his face.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Niall rolled his eyes. “Put the earbuds in please.”

“I wouldn’t take you as the nude type of guy anyway.” She smirked as she placed an earbud in her ear.

“So like you’ve heard This Town, right?” He asked.

“Thanks to Jamie a bit more than necessary.” She joked.

“And you’ve heard the new one.” He said referencing the other night. “I have a few others I’ve wanted to show you for a while but uh haven’t had the opportunity to.”

“Why would you want to show me?” She asked.

“Because I value your opinion.” He smiled. “You’re the only person who will tell me if it’s complete shit.”

Her face grew warm. “Oh.”

“So if you don’t mind.” He said handing her the other bud to put in.

She placed in her ear. “Okay go ahead.”

The next fifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours. His heart was in his throat the entire time. He watched her listen to the three most important songs on his album. They were the three songs that were the most personal. They were the ones he put his blood, sweat, and tears into.

When the last song finished, she slid his headphones out of her ears and took a moment to gather her thoughts. He was more nervous to hear her thoughts than he was to hear his own mother’s. He couldn’t look her in the eye.

“You show the others?” She asked softly. “Like Jamie and Dave, I mean.”

Niall looked up at her. “Nope.”

She furrowed her brow. “Really? I thought you would’ve.”

“The only people who have heard it are the ones at the label, my parents, Tommo, and uh…you.” He said shyly.

“You really wrote them?” She asked intrigued.

He nodded slowly. “Music and lyrics.”

“The second one is about that time we all met up in London during the holidays. Isn’t it?” She asked with a smile.

His cheeks turned pink. ”Yeah.”

“I’m impressed Horan.” Georgina smiled.

“Really?” He asked relieved.

She nodded. “I’m honored that you trusted me enough to show me.”

“Fergie…” He paused.

“I know what you want me to do but I need time Ni.” She said squeezing her eyes tight. “I just need some more time. When we get back, we can talk about it.”

Niall ran his thumb across her cheek. “Holding you to that, G.”

Georgina opened her eyes when he stopped.

“It’s not like I can get around it. You know where I live and don’t care about boundaries.” She teased.

Before he could refute her statement, she got up and rested her head on his chest. His fingers started weaving themselves into the ends of her ponytail.

“How’d you know it was about London?” He asked impressed she picked it up that quick.

“Second verse.” She yawned.

“D’ya think the others will notice?” He asked softly.

“Mags might but I don’t know about the others.” She said closing her eyes.

“Only a few more weeks to wait.” He yawned.

“Hey Ni?” She asked looking up at him.

“Hmm?” He mumbled.

“Thanks for caring.” Georgina said. “I needed this.”

Niall didn’t say anything. He just leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

He knew what she meant. He needed this too.

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