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obxdrewseph · 4 years

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High Maintenance - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron is SICK of high maintenance girls. Sick of them. After he dumps his latest girlfriend for being too clingy, annoying, and picky with her food, he vows to never date a high maintenance girl ever again. Once he befriends an outspoken girl in his male-dominant Shakespeare class, his entire mindset changes.

once again, please pretend covid does not exist in this scenario ;-; one day i will write about zoom classes or an online romance... but that day is not today

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“I just can’t do this anymore!”

“Why not? Rafe, c’mon now--”

“No, you want this, then you want that, you’re so fucking high maintenance. And, all my friends think so too.”

Rafe spat as he hurriedly got his keys from his now ex-girlfriend’s shelf.

“Your friends are douchebags!” The girl yelled, throwing random clothes and items at the boy. He rolled his eyes at her words. Of course she would say something like that. All the girls did. They forgot how big of a douche Rafe Cameron is too.

“Did you seriously tell me you need to be taken on dates at least 3 times a week? Gracie, we have classes 5 days a week and Saturday is for the boys!”

Rafe Cameron HATED high maintenance girls.

Despised them.

Hated when they were too clingy and needed too much attention, hated when they picked at their food like it was poisoned, or when they went on a diet and he couldn’t go to his favorite pizza restaurant.

He hated all of that shit.

He didn’t understand why girls were so high maintenance when guys were so lowkey. None of his guy friends cared where they went out to eat, none of them ate salads when they went to a burger joint-- they all were easy to hang out with.

That was not the case with all the girls Rafe had dated.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to take you back when you come crawling back to me!!” She screamed, tears flooding down her face. He wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t. She fake cried every other day to make Rafe turn off his video games and hang out with her.

And all she wanted to do was talk!

The boy knew if he said anything to that statement, it would end poorly so he just ran out the door and drove away.

From that day on, he vowed never to date a girl that was high maintenance ever again.

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Rafe Cameron hated the first day of classes and this year, he hated them even more when he was forced to take a stupid English class for some Gen Ed (general education) requirement.

At least he got to take a class on analyzing Shakespeare. It was either that or Feminist Theory and no thank you.

Unfortunately, he had a previous class pretty far away from the English building so when he arrived at said Shakespeare class, there were only a few seats in the front still open. Next to one of the only girls in the class.

He quickly took the seat before any more people came in.

The class was chatting loudly since most of them were dudes. And dudes had an easier time to other dudes. Rafe took a quick peak at the girl sitting next to him and noticed she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

She looked a bit tense when he sat next to her and came to the conclusion that she was the type of girl who didn’t have many guy friends and didn’t know how to socialize with them.

“Hi, I’m Rafe.” He introduced himself to put the poor girl out of her misery. Her eyes brightened when she heard a voice directed to her.

Rafe noticed the way her blank face shifted into a big smile. Woah.

“Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” Her voice was bright and cheery. He did a quick analysis of the girl.

She was wearing light blue skinny jeans, ripped so she put some thought into her appearance. But, she was wearing a huge sweater over it. Something girls did to look cute, yet casual. But, the girl was wearing dangly earrings. He came to the conclusion he couldn’t decide who the girl was yet before talking to her.

“So, what made you take a class about Shakespeare?” He asked nonchalantly.

The girl did nothing to hide her clear disdain of the man. It was written all over the face.

Rafe did his best to hide his chuckle. Y/N was a nice refreshment to all the girls he had dated, and had known, who hid all of their emotions to only throw them back in his face when he did something wrong. He knew this girl wouldn’t do that to him.

“Ugh, don’t even remind me what class we’re in. I only took this class because all of the other English classes were full. Darn being a freshman. What about you? Are you into THE William Shakespeare?” She babbled which somehow Rafe found endearing.

He shrugged. “I do dabble.”

Once the girl realized that’s all he was going to say, she laughed. “Well Rafe, I see you’re a man of very few words.” She deadpanned. “Also, I think we are going to do a little more than ‘dabbling’ in this class, as you say, since this is a 400 level class.”

Her honesty was quite refreshing to the boy who had been told lies to his whole life. He could tell she didn’t even know his dad paid lots of money for him to go to this school. He knew that was rich white privilege but it’s not like he could do anything about it.

He then realized he hadn’t said anything to the girl for a few moments.

“You know, you’re very refreshing to talk to.”

“Yeah, I know. I get told that a lot.”

This time, he laughed out loud.

He totally got her character wrong.

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The Shakespeare class only met Mondays, Wednesdays, and then had quiz sections on Friday.

When it hit 9:50am on Wednesday, which was the end of his business class, he rushed to English. He anticipated seeing this girl again and he didn’t know why.

He waltzed into class and saw the girl sitting in the front row once again. Since he rushed there, there were plenty more seats open. But he didn’t want to sit next to anybody else. He wanted to sit next to her.

He plopped down next to her and took in her appearance. She was wearing makeup today, or maybe she wore some on Monday, honestly he had no clue. Her pink eyeshadow matched... her entire pink outfit. She was bold bold for wearing that to this class. All the guys were staring at her like she had just landed here from Mars or something.

He was now confused at whether she was a lowkey girl like the girl he saw on Monday or if she was this girly girl.

“Hey Rafe!” She cheerily said as he sat down.

He smiled. “Hey. How’s your day going?”

“Hmm, let’s see. I woke up feeling a bit weird because I had a funky dream. You know, have you ever had those dreams where you just look at the world a bit differently? Anywho, in the dream I was forced to torture this girl so that she would give up information, but then she wouldn’t ‘cause she’s kickass so I was ordered to chop of her head instead! BUT, I couldn’t do it and that’s the funny thing, you popped up and chopped off her head for me! Isn’t that funny? Since we just met?? I think it’s a sign that we are going to be great friends.”

He felt his head spinning as the girl rambled about her dream and his place in them, but he somehow understood it all? Maybe this was a sign they were going to be great friends.

“Are you saying I’m your hero?” He couldn’t help with flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but he could still see her blush. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t used to guys flirting with her.

“Wow, is that what you took away from my dream? Rude. Also! If we are going to be friends, I need to know your last name.”

“Cameron.”

Her nose scrunched up.

“Hey, what’s wrong with the last name Cameron?” He teased, nudging her arm a bit. Was this flirting or was he just being playful? He didn’t know either.

“There’s nothing wrong with the last name Cameron, it’s just you have two first names... technically. But, I’m not judging! What’s funny is I could see you going by the name Cameron as well which is interesting. Rafe seems more like a tough guy name but you seem so... I don’t know. Calm? Chill?”

He laughed. That was the first time someone has called him that. “What’s your last name?”

“y/l/n. See? We’re friends now.”

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The girl was right.

Over the past few weeks of class, Rafe and y/n had become friends.

It wasn’t hard to befriend someone like y/n though-- she didn’t stop talking and seemed to always seem interested in what Rafe had to say. And he ate that shit up. She always knew the right words to say and was charismatic in her own right. The two even met outside of classes occasionally to study together.

He had decided she was a pretty chill and lowkey kind of girl. Just the type he needed in his life. Yes, she talked a lot, but she carried what he lacked in conversation. It worked for them. She didn’t care how she spoke around him and let loose with her emotions and body gags-- she was so different from the girls he had been with before. It was nice.

He had developed a crush on the girl, but he wasn’t sure how she felt and didn’t want them to get a weird relationship in class.

It was a gloomy Sunday night and Rafe had another date with some random girl in his business class. He wasn’t that interested in her yet, but appreciated her confidence to make the first move. Girls rarely did that.

Sadly, the date had just started and it was already going poorly.

They met at an Italian restaurant near the school, both taking separate cars so that they would have a way to dash if the date went bad.

And the girl had ordered a salad and a cup, only a cup, of wedding soup while Rafe had to eat his ginormous plate of pasta.

He hated when girls went to restaurants and ordered the tiniest thing. What was the point? What was her reasoning? Was it bad to ask?

She also talked on and on about how she was going to take over her dad’s company and how her whole life revolved around business. All he heard was that she never had to lift one finger while everyone did everything for her.

She was already too high maintenance for the boy.

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The next day, he went to class fired up from the date. He plopped next to y/n and turned to her immediately. She stopped typing and looked at him with curious eyes.

“Uh oh, tough morning?”

He sighed. The date took way too long and he was trying to be a better person and sit through the entire date. Usually, he would just get up leave if the girl was boring, but this was sophomore year Rafe, not freshman Rafe. But, he barely got sleep as the girl talked away while he had an early class.

He took one glance at the girl and was curious if she would care for his ranting. She was wearing sweats and a tank top today. It was too far into the quarter to care at this point. He appreciated it.

He was going to just rant anyways.

“Just, I don’t get why girls feel the need to eat so little on dates. Like, we aren’t going to up and walk away if you down as much food as us. In fact, it’s pretty hot when a girl can! Especially at Italian places, they never order pasta or pizza-- only salads? I didn’t even know they sold salads at those places until I went on my first date.”

His voice was louder than usual and this conversation carried to the boys around them.

“Bro, I totally get that. I went through sooo many girls who nibbled on their food or just never ate around me in general. But my girlfriend now? I knew she was the one when I took her to a carnival and I swear she ate every food there.”

Rafe nodded in agreement. “Right? Like it’s attractive!”

More guys gave snippets of their dating lives and agreed that girls should just eat more because it is A) better for them B) it makes them hotter!

“You guys are kind of being assholes right now.”

The female voice that cut through washed them into a silence.

Rafe had forgotten he was sitting next to the girl he was supposed to be ranting to. He had found comfort in these guys who were experiencing the same thing. He had ranted about this to Topper but he dated his little sister, and he knew she ate anything in her way.

“Assholes? How are we being assholes?” A classmate who had just gotten finished ranting.

“You’re being assholes because you’re judging a girl’s worth on how much she eats... like what the fuck? How does that even matter? Why does it matter what other people are eating? How does that affect you?”

Rafe heard the bite in her words and he was shocked. She had always been so cheery and happy-go-lucky, but her tone was all anger and... sadness.

“Plus, I’ll bet you 100 dollars that all of the girls who you say eat a lot are skinny as hell and before you say anything, there is nothing wrong with that. But, guys only find skinny girls attractive when they eat a lot. If, God forbid, they gain weight, or are fat, AND they shovel down food? They’re called gross.”

The professor cut off her words before she could get more in, but her meaning still got through. All of the guys were sitting there like puppies who just got their toy taken away.

Rafe peaked at the girl during class and saw her eyes full of tears.

He felt guilty as hell... but more confused than anything.

He kept getting more and more curious about the girl sitting next to him.

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The girl zoomed out of class as soon as it was over; she didn’t even wait for Rafe like she usually did.

That hurt.

Rafe laid in bed after he got back from all his classes and analyzed her words and her facial expressions. Damn he felt guilty. He thought back to all the girls he ridiculed for not eating and wondered what they were going through.

He had a little sister of his own who downed any food she got-- but she always stayed skinny. Is this the privilege y/n was talking about? He never saw any big girls shoveling food in like his sister did...

He rolled around in bed, frustrated at not talking to y/n more.

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That Wednesday came and no one talked about her little outburst on Monday but they all were aware of y/n’s temper now. Somehow, Rafe became friends with the guys sitting behind them, learning their names were JJ, Pope, and Kelce.

“Today class, I’m introducing a new project. It’ll be a group project and you can be in groups of 5 tops.”

The class started muttering and choosing groups while the professor spoke.

The boys behind Rafe hit him on the back.

They pointed to the girl who wasn’t paying much attention to the boy energy in the room. “Y/n.” Rafe nudged. The girl looked up and Rafe almost forgot what he was going to say. “Group?” He finally spoke. He glanced back to the guys and then back at her. She turned around and nodded.

After class, Pope called them all together.

“So, I wanna get started on this project as soon as possible. I got a ton of other work I have to do in my STEM classes and want to get the English out of the way. Are you guys cool with meeting Friday at 2 at the library next to the fountain?”

A chorus of “sure” went around.

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Rafe only had one class, the English quiz section, on Fridays, so he was early to the library. It was the library everyone chatted in, so it was bustling with students who had gotten a headstart on their weekend’s homework, or were chilling before their next class.

He had ordered at the school’s Starbucks before sitting down and made sure to get enough for the whole group. Being rich has its perks.

“Rafe!” A familiar voice called out.

He looked up from his laptop and saw y/n walking towards him. He immediately smiled and patted the seat next to him. She smelled like flowers like usual, specifically Japanese Cherry Blossom which she informed him before.

“Hey, you hungry? I bought these muffins for everyone.” The boy shoved a coffee cake towards her. He pegged her as a girl who liked sweets since her personality was so hyperactive and chatty.

She shook her head. “No thanks, I ate before I came here.”

“Hey guys!” JJ and Pope walked in together while Kelce came trailing behind soon after.

“Oooh muffins!” JJ greedily downed the coffee cake Rafe had bought for y/n. It was his favorite too. “Damn, Cameron really comes through with the moneyyy.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was used to the comments about the amount of money he had.

“Oh y/n, you want one?” Kelce offered her a blueberry muffin that no one touched.

“Nah, I ate before I got here.”

“C’mon, you have to try this pumpkin flavored one, it’s SO good.” Pope said, plucking off half the muffin for her to try.

“No, really I’m not hungry.”

They all paused.

“Wait, y/n, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who orders salads when they go out on dates.” JJ teased.

Y/N’s eyes turned dark when the boys started laughing. Rafe sat there, unsure of what to do or say. He had been the one who started this whole debate between them, but when he saw how upset y/n got, he didn’t want to fight her.

“Dammit she is! I never would’ve expected that from you. You seem so chill.”

She scoffed. “So chill girls can’t turn down food from guys? What the hell does that mean?”

“Well, usually chill girls don’t because they don’t care how they look to guys. But those high maintenance girly girls turn down food so they look better to guys. Pfft.” JJ said in his eccentric tone.

That made the girl laugh. You know when a girl laughs during an argument, shit is about to get real.

“Are you fucking serious? How is a girl high maintenance when she doesn’t ask for food all the time? Or when she doesn’t eat? How is she asking for more when she’s taking less?”

“It’s so conceited for all of you to think that a girl is acting in a way to please you. Really, you don’t know her relationship with food. You don’t know what anyone’s relationship with food is so you shouldn’t comment on it.”

Her face was red, something Rafe noticed happened when she got heated about something.

“I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, can we just do this project so I don’t have to talk to you misogynistic douches anymore? Thanks.”

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They finished most of the project in five awkward hours.

Y/N was clearly still upset by the earlier conversation about food and Rafe wasn’t sure why she was getting so worked up over it. Yes, he knew the guys were pushing it. But, the issue seemed personal to her.

“K, we are gonna head out now. See ya’ll in class.” JJ said while the three of them skedaddled in fear y/n would yell at them again.

It was now just Rafe and y/n.

They cleaned up their stuff in a silence. They said nothing until they got outside since the library was quiet now. No one was in the library on Fridays.

It was pretty late about now, nearing dinner time.

“Wanna get some dinner?” Rafe suggested, maybe a peace offering to the girl who was still upset over something he never thought too hard about.

Usually buying food for girls works. Like chocolate. He didn’t know how much ice cream he would buy for his girlfriends when they were mad at him.

The girl stared at Rafe for a bit and sighed.

“I don’t eat at restaurants.”

“Why not?” Rafe was a bit surprised at her confession.. and confused. Not eating at restaurants? Why?

“Because I’m on a strict diet, ok? God, I know what you’re going to say, that I’m high maintenance and all which I probably am but whatever.” The girl was on the brink of tears and Rafe was confused. All he did was offer her dinner.

He ran after her when she started walking away.

“Hey, I’ve been an asshole lately and I’m sorry. But I’m just confused. Obviously this subject means more to you than I thought.” He confessed.

He pulled her down on a bench on campus. He was grateful there was barely anyone in sight since it was late. Everyone was either home or partying.

She took a deep breath. Rafe could tell this was a hard topic for her.

“So, long story short: I have IBS which stands for irritable bowel syndrome. It’s different for everyone but basically it means you can’t digest things well. And for me, I have pain every time I eat anything and for a long time I didn’t know what was going on. And now, I’m on this strict low FODMAP diet which is really weird and no one understands it. And I hate telling people what I can and can’t eat when they literally can just look it up themselves.”

Tears start falling down her face as she speaks.

“And it sucks because I used to be the type of girl who could shovel tons of food into her and feel ok but now my body isn’t what it used to be. I’m hungry, sad, and in pain all the time and...”

Rafe enveloped her in a hug. She clung tighter onto him as she melted into his arms. He was so warm in this cold weather.

He rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry.” She nodded into his arm at his apology.

“I get it. The worst part is I understand you guys. I’m annoying and high maintenance. I have to cook everything I eat which sucks because I’m a terrible chef. And what affects me the worst is bread which is why I had to turn down everything you offered. When guys ask me out to restaurants or on dates in general, I have to turn them down because I know they’ll judge me for being gluten free and dairy free and basically so limiting in choices. Plus, most restaurants don’t have all that, unless they’re Asian. I basically only eat at Asian restaurants and I guess I shouldn’t assume that you didn’t want to eat at an Asian restaurant but...”

She was babbling at this point.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking of taking you to an Asian restaurant but we can go next time.” She laughed.

She had more of a hold on his heart than he thought. Suddenly he wanted to hurt all those guys who had hurt her in the past. Hurt her so badly that she didn’t even want to go on dates anymore. And he was pissed at himself for being one of those guys. Those shitheads.

“Or I’ll cook the Asian food. I can learn.” He said in a teasing manner, but he was dead serious. He was about to look up everything about Asian food very soon. And he knew he was about to look up what the “low fodmap diet“ was because he had no fucking clue.

She chuckled. “It’s fine, I’ve learned how to cook meals for myself now. And you’re right about me being high maintenance though which is what sucks. I’m the youngest child so everyone does everything for me anyways. I’ve been told that people want to protect me.”

She was right. All Rafe wanted to do was protect her.

It was in that moment that he realized he didn’t care if the girl was “high maintenance”. It she was the right girl, he would do anything for her. All he wanted to do for y/n at this moment was to treat her right, take her mind off her pain, and cook her the right meals so she wouldn’t be anxious.

He then took her hand and tightly held it.

“Thank you for confiding in me and making me see my douchey ways.” She laughed. He felt his heart lighten when her tear stained face smiled. He wanted to keep her like that forever.

He gently took her chin and looked her in the eyes. “You deserve better than some guy who half asses your dates and doesn’t treat you right. You deserve a guy who does everything you need and more. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

“Even if I’m high maintenance?” She whispered.

He kissed her on the forehead.

“We’re all high maintenance, sweetheart.”

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A/N: if you’re reading this, thank you for reading this far!! :D

Also, please watch what you say about other people’s eating habits. It can damage them and like our y/n did say: you don’t know what their relationship with food is. Don’t comment on how much food is on their plate, don’t comment on how little food is on their plate-- just don’t comment on their food in general. Please be accommodating to other’s dietary restrictions and be kind to people-- you don’t know what they’re dealing with.

What we eat and how much we eat DO NOT define us :)

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #obx scenarios #obx rafe cameron #outer banks fanfiction #obx writing #yes i wrote this fic for myself pls dont call me out for being so specific aHAAHA #also: that dream i wrote abt in there was very real #i had to torture this girl but i couldnt then drew came and cut her head off for me #what a homie

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softforcal · 5 years

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Floral : Tattooist!Cal

Summary: Renowned tattoo artist Calum Hood doesn’t take apprentices often, but when he does, he tackles the challenge like everything else in his life: with the utmost professionalism. Until he meets Lily, a learning artist, and Calum falls head over heels before he can help himself.

Warnings: there’s smut. but its super slow burn.

Cal Mood Board: Lily

Word Count: 13.3k

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The young, heavily tattooed man sat at the receptionist desk in his parlour. His head was bowed, chiseled jaw set, eyebrows furrowed as he studied the papers scattered in front of him.

Art littered the sheets and after a good, long look, the man would either add the paper to a pile on his left or on his right.

The stack to his left was large and separated in two with a combined paper count of well over three hundred.

The stack to his right was substantially smaller, containing only five or six hand picked sheets.

Buzzing filled the space, one of his workers and friends, a man named Michael, was finishing up the last client of the day. His words didn’t even register to the focused man at the front as Michael wiped off the skin carefully, put a bandage over it and then walked the client to the reception desk. The woman paid and left, leaving the two large aussies to silence.

Michael looked over Calum’s shoulder, hands reaching out to pull at one of the last few sheets yet to be judged, “this is nice.” Michael stated.

Calum cocked his head, taking the paper gingerly from his friend.

He had to admit, there was something interesting to the style.

It was floral, which Calum usually shied away from, but something about this piece just captured his eye. The lines were thin and delicate, precise and deliberate, they caught his attention and drew his gaze along each light, flouncy, petal. It was realism, which was Calum’s specialty. As much as he enjoyed the more cartoony things, Calum had a reputation for making tattoos that seemed to jump out of the skin.

And this piece definitely did that.

He added it to the pile on his right.

Michael helped him decide on the last few and finally he was done, having finished with six sheets of paper that Calum then carefully picked up, “now for the hard part.” he stated.

Michael’s laugh echoed through the tattoo parlour, “those all look sick man, i don’t know how you’re going to choose, glad I don’t have your fucking job.”

“You going home for the day?”

“Might go to a bar, wanna drink?”

“Hmmm.” Calum sighed, “I need to finish this up.”

“Well I’ll tell you one thing, if you don’t choose whoever the fuck did that flower piece, I’m going to break into your application file, find them, and get them to tattoo me. Girly or not, that shit was fire.”

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Calum’s dog Duke padded around his feet as Calum walked through his apartment. His fingers held the glass of whiskey loosely by his side as he approached his work desk. Letting out a long sigh, Calum collapsed into his plush, slightly worn, work chair, setting his drink down.

The final six contenders were all in front of him.

Two of them were animal sketches, one was more geometric, and the final three were florals. As much as he tried to give each one the same amount of time and attention, his eyes kept going back to that one floral one.

Calum was very specific about taking on apprentices.

He’d only ever had two, and after he was done with them, they were almost as renowned as he was.

Thinking about the artists brought a smile to his face. His hand absentmindedly rubbed at the triangle on his forearm, just under his horse shoe tattoo.

The idea had been Michael’s originally, and it had been a joke. No one thought Calum would actually do it. So when Calum had allowed his first apprentice to graduate to full tattooist stature by taking a gun and putting whatever he wanted onto Calum’s body, everyone had been shocked.

But, his first apprentice had been kind, opting for a geomorphic animal hybrid tattoo. It was medium sized, a black triangle with a wolf face inside. Calum hadn’t looked the entire process, putting his complete trust in the man he’d just spent over a year training.

Everyone had been shocked. His friends had filmed most of it and it had gone viral.

Calum was known for his tattooing skills but he was also known for his tattoos, he could be very particular about who took a needle to his body so this was the ultimate show of confidence in his teaching abilities.

Whenever Calum found himself retreating into himself he’d look down at the lone wolf tattoo on his forearm to remind himself to open up a little, to enjoy his pack and welcome new members.

New apprenticeship applications had been abundant after that, with Calum getting at least three or four hundred applicants whenever he announced that he would be taking on someone new.

The second apprentice had gotten Calum on his stomach with his shirt off and had began to wipe down a very large expanse of Calum’s practically unmarked back when it was decided that Calum’s apprentices would have to run their final tattoo idea by Calum’s senior artists first.

Michael voted yes to having a massive dragon on Calum’s back but Calum, Ashton and Luke had vetoed that idea.

The dragon had been substantially shrunk down to a red and black little reptilian creature on Calum’s shoulder, its tail wrapped protectively around his upper arm. Whenever Calum wore shirts that showed off the intricate, very real looking piece, Michael would always joke and pretend to talk to the dragon which he had since named “lil Sebastian.” Calum had denied this name but that never stopped Michael.

Calum enjoyed the application process.

He enjoyed looking at all of the art which he insisted be sent in with a coded system that he didn’t know, that way, he had no idea of the age, gender, ethnicity, or background of any of the applying artists. He wanted to make it fair. He wanted to choose the best because their art was the best, not because of any other possible side reasons.

The floral piece made him want to know who had drawn it.

Which was odd. Usually Calum was okay with not knowing. But there was, as Michael had pointed out, something about it.

Calum took a deep breath, picking up the sheet one last time.

He wasn’t the type to ever let his heart make decisions for him, but he knew that this choice was backed by his eyes and his mind as well. Whoever this artist was, they had talent, and Calum wanted to be there to take that talent, which was already spectacular, and somehow make it better.

The decision had been made. Now all that was left was for his receptionist (who for the time being was Ashton since their receptionist was on mat leave) would call the artists.

It was a Friday, and by Monday, if the artist accepted, his parlour would have a new apprentice, and Calum would once again embark on a year to three year teaching mission that at the end he would have a new tattoo and an artist to show for it.

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Lily waited for the coffee. The long sleeves of her oversized denim were perfect for fidgeting and she took full advantage, rolling the worn fabric between her fingers.

A strand of blonde hair had fallen loose from the messy bun atop her head, dangling in front of her face, but Lily was too wired and distracted to even notice.

“Black coffee and a frap for Lily?” the cute barista guy said. Announcing her name was just a formality, the barista had flirted with Lily at the till, he knew who she was and his eyes were bright as he handed her the drinks.

She offered a small smile before rushing from the shop.

She’d had a last minute spur of anxiety about showing up to her apprenticeship the first day without anything. She’d rather be on time with coffee than early and empty handed.

Lily dodged around people on the street, her small frame making it easy, the large black denim flaring out behind her like a flag. She slowed down as she approached the parlour.

Her palms were sweating and she could feel her heart practically beating out of her chest. She took a few deep breaths. When she’d applied to the apprenticeship she didn’t think she’d actually get in.

Lily had always loved drawing and somewhere along the way she’d realized that the doodles in the margins of her textbooks could become something more. She’d been accepted to a pretty high end arts school and one of her teachers had brought up tattooing in a class.

Lily had immersed herself, and a month later, had already given herself a stick and poke but it was nowhere near as pretty as she had wanted it to be.

She’d become addicted to tattoos.

By the time she’d finished at the arts school, she’d had numerous tattoos done, all floral, of course.

Lily had found HoodTats on instagram in her second year and had been following his posts religiously since then. He only ever posted his art which was something she always appreciated, knowing that whenever that notification popped up on her phone, she’d be able to see a new piece from the artist as opposed to pictures non-art related.

When he announced his apprenticeship reopening, Lily had worked her ass off, but had accepted the fact that she wouldn’t be chosen.

When she’d gotten a call on Saturday morning and an aussie accent had told her she’d been chosen, Lily had dropped her phone to scream. Scrambling to grab her cell again, she and the man had exchanged a light hearted chuckle, and he’d given her info on what she needed to do. It had seemed so surreal, Lily was shocked she’d even been of sound mind enough to be able to jot down the information on her drawing pad.

And now there she was, standing in front of the parlour.

She stood there for a moment, just looking at the doors.

“You going in or what?” a voice asked.

Lily jumped, grip tightening on her coffee as she turned to look at the man who was standing next to her. She took in his strong jaw and golden skin, and she wet her lips absentmindedly, “yeah, sorry, I uh… fuck, I’m a little jittery today.”

He hummed, eyes scanning her too, then he reached out and opened the door to the parlour for her. Lily offered a small smile and walked in, the gorgeous man following her inside.

“Hey Cal.” the guy at the main desk said, looking up.

The guy from behind Lily grunted in response, and Lily furrowed her eyebrows, Cal as in-

“Hey!” the happy blonde grinned, drawing her thoughts away.

“Hi.” Lily forced a smile, taking a deep breath, “I’m Lily-”

“Right! The apprentice! You’re early!” the blonde said, “I’m Ashton!” he held out a hand and Lily haphazardly set the coffees down, wiping her hand on her pants to rid of the condensation that had marred her skin from the frappuccino.

She shook Ashton’s hand, making an awkward face, “sorry, my skin is cold.”

“No worries, you brought someone a coffee?” he asked.

“Uh… I figured i should bring something so I bought a frappuccino-”

“You mean the black coffee is for you?” the guy laughed.

“Yeah-”

“Offer Calum the black coffee, trust me.”

Before Lily could respond a new guy came into the parlour from the back room and he walked over with a grin, “who’s this?” he asked.

“Calum’s new apprentice.”

“Lily.” she extended the hand to the pink haired guy.

“No shit?!” the pink haired man grinned, “fuck, your art is amazing! I’m Michael!”

He shook her hand aggressively but the light in his eyes told Lily that he was just excited, genuinely excited, to meet her.

“I saw your florals? Damn, if you ever want a canvas, I have a whole leg that’s free and you can just fuck it up-”

“Michael you’re scaring her.” Ashton tutted, nudging his friend.

Michael looked between Ashton and Lily, “no I’m not! I’m not scaring you am I?”

“You scare everyone.” the gorgeous guy from before had returned, and he leaned his hip against the counter. His leather jacket was gone, revealing a black v neck that was pulled tight against his strong chest. His arms were crossed, biceps bulging, arms littered in tattoos exposed and proud on his beautiful skin.

“This is Lily, she’s your new apprentice.” Ashton stated.

Lily’s eyes met Calum and she nearly swore in front of him… again. She’d just said fuck to him outside. To her new boss. She’d said fuck.

Fuck.

Calum looked her up and down again, taking in the oversized denim that nearly hid her tiny frame. Her jeans were black and ripped at the knees and her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, one haphazard strand in front of her face. She had high cheekbones and soft looking lips, eyes that were a molten chocolate brown peered up at him and freckles splattered her cute button nose.

“So you’re the floral girl.” he said before he could help himself.

She opened her mouth then shut it, grabbing the black coffee from the counter she held it out for him, “i got this for you.”

Calum looked at it for a moment then accepted it, turning it over in his hands to look at what was written on the side.

“Who’s Greg?” he asked.

“What?”

He showed her the cup. Written on the side was a phone number, a heart, and the name Greg. “fuck.” Lily breathed, her eyes widened, “shit, I mean- fuck, not fuck, shit.”

She hid her face with her hands and all three men grinned at her.

“We don’t fucking care if you swear sweetheart, just as long as you keep it to a minimum in front of clients.” Michael assured her.

“So who is Greg.” Ashton asked.

“He’s the barista I guess. I don’t know, he was flirting with me but I didn’t check the cup.” Lily groaned loudly.

“So… do you want the number?” Calum asked, offering the cup back to her.

Lily grabbed the frappuccino, stepping back as she took a sip, shaking her head, “no fucking thank you.”

Calum tried to stop himself from grinning.

He liked her already.

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Calum had to admit, Lily learned fast.

He found that he only had to show her something once, and just like that, she knew what she was doing. The first week had been kind of rocky. Calum was a quiet guy by nature, and he could tell that it was making Lily anxious, although she never said anything.

The first day in particular had been interesting.

Every time she took a sip of her frappuccino, she’d make a face and Calum had found it amusing, until he found out from Ashton after she left that the black coffee that she’d given him had initially been for herself. The poor girl had been so worried about making a good impression that she’d forced down one of those too-sweet coffee monstrosities that Calum, an avid coffee drinker, would not have been caught dead drinking.

Lily got flustered pretty easily which was endearing to him given the whole edgy look she was rocking like it was nobody's business.

Wearing almost strictly black clothing that set off the gold of her hair, Calum may have described Lily as goth, but due to her lack of make up, maybe that was the wrong word. She was tiny, Calum always had to look down to meet her eyes, and she tried to hide behind oversized sweatshirts and jackets. She’d roll up the sleeves into large bunches at her elbows while drawing, and she never seemed to be able to sit like a normal human being.

Even on a stool, she’d find a way to tuck one leg underneath her, or use something nearby to rest a foot on.

Calum had always been the type of guy to be quiet and watch, noticing the small things other people wouldn’t notice. Like the way Lily would focus entirely on a drawing, hands almost as steady as Calum’s, but the moment she was done, her long sleeves would be rolled down again and she’d begin to fidget.

Lily was quiet too. Something Calum appreciated.

She didn’t ask many questions which Calum enjoyed, but it did concern him a little. As her teacher, he wanted to make sure that he was actually teaching.

He found himself asking “did that make sense?” or “do you understand?” more than he ever had in his life, always earning a small “yeah” or curt nod.

He’d also noticed the small dimple, just one, on her left cheek, that would appear rarely but it always made him want to smile back whenever it did.

Michael spent most of his free time talking to Lily, which Calum enjoyed, he was never one for small talk. Through Michael’s chats with Lily, Calum had learned that Lily had actually gone to art school. She’d been doodling all her life. She adored flowers, only partially because of her name (she wasn’t that pretentious.) But, the discussions were usually limited to art and tattoo related things, which Calum was beginning to find quite dry.

He wanted to ask questions, but Calum wasn’t the type to pry. He was never appreciative of people asking him unwanted questions and Calum didn’t fancy himself to be a hypocrite.

Besides, Calum was, in a way (in a lot of ways) her boss. And Calum was never the type to toe the line of professionalism. Which is why, when Michael suggested that Lily grab a drink with them after work, Calum thanked god for his best friend.

Lily had agreed and Calum was sure that it was for Michael’s sake, definitely not his own. After all, Calum hadn’t spoken two words together to the girl that weren’t work related.

Besides, one of Calum’s artists had been traveling for a month and was finally coming home, so it would be a good chance for Lily to meet the guy outside of the parlour.

Michael spent the entire day ranting about Luke and hyping him up to the point that if he wasn’t a six foot four, curly blonde, rockstar looking, douche bag, then Lily would have been very let down.

After closing up the parlour, the three walked down the street to the bar. Calum opened the door for them and as they went inside, all of Lily’s expectations were met.

Luke had already grabbed them a booth, and as they walked in, he leapt to his feet, coming over with open arms. He immediately engulfed Michael in a hug before turning to Lily, “you must be Cal’s new whipping girl!” he grinned, wrapping his arms around her next.

Lily was small next to Michael and Cal but with Luke? She was absolutely miniscule. So Luke had no issue simply picking her up off the ground in a hug.

A small squeal left Lily’s lips and everyone laughed.

“Fuck. You’re not a hugger are you?” Luke asked, setting her back down. His hands went to her shoulders, bending down to meet her eyes as he looked at her with concern.

“Uh… that was a hug?” she asked, laughing awkwardly.

Michael laughed, “don’t mind Luke, he’s just a big teddy bear.”

“Fuck off.” Luke said, shoving at Michael who grinned, throwing his arm over Luke’s shoulders as the two walked back to the table.

“Wow, fuck Calum then.” Lily said, voice quiet.

But Calum heard. And Calum laughed, “Luke can be a bit forgetful.”

“I uh-” Lily flushed red and hid her face with her oversized sleeves, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

“It’s alright.” Calum assured her.

“I just… he didn’t even look at you.” Lily stammered, “god, I would be so worried if one of my friends snubbed me like that-”

“He didn’t snub me.” Calum said a tad too sternly, and it made Lily shut her worried, anxious, stammering mouth. She looked at him with wide eyes and Calum sighed, seeing the hurt in the chocolate brown irises. “Sorry I snapped at you I-”

“No it’s fine.” her eyes had widened and her hands were up and waving, sort of distracting Calum actually, as she ranted about how she always swore too much and needed to learn not to always say what was on her mind, even if she whispered it and didn’t expect anyone to hear, not that Calum was being nosey, he was standing there anyways so he was definitely not being nosey-

“Do you drink?” Calum asked, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably as he looked down at Lily.

“Are you offering to buy me a drink?” Lily asked.

Calum stared at her for a moment and that's all it took for Lily to freak out again, getting even redder as she hid her face, “holy fuck! Shit! You see? I have a problem. That was way too flirty. You’re my boss! Wow. I am way too anxious to function, this is such a mess-”

“I’m going to get you a drink.” Calum stated before she could continue, moving past her to the bar and leaving her standing there wanting to die.

“What’s the deal with that?” Luke asked, tilting his chin towards where Lily and Calum had just been standing.

“So the new girl Lily is an anxious little muffin nugget and Cal is…”

“Cal.” Luke finished for him, making them both laugh, “she’s cute.”

“Yeah, and just wait till you see her fucking art!” Michael grinned, “she’s talented, just Calum’s type.”

Lily had managed to contain herself again, walking over to the table where Michael made room for her, “who’s Calum’s type?” she asked.

“No one-” Michael began to say as Luke stated “you.”

Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked between the two men sitting in the booth. Michael was gaping at Luke but Luke was grinning, attention deliberately entirely focused on Lily.

“That is very inappropriate Luke.” Michael tutted.

“Why?”

“He’s her boss-”

“Not really.” Luke said.

“Sort of though.” Michael argued.

“Eh, is he really though?” Luke narrowed his eyes at Michael.

Before Michael could answer Calum came back, a Guinness in each hand. He set one down in front of Lily, “hope you like-”

“Guinness!? My favourite!” Lily smiled.

“Yeah, figured you like black coffee-”

“You like black coffee?” Luke made a face at Lily, “wow, you and Cal really are meant to be.”

“Luke!” Michael screamed.

“What?!” Luke threw his hands on the air.

“You left for a month and you have no filter!” Michael shouted.

“I never had a filter!” Luke pointed out.

Michael groaned, “fuck, it’s true, you got me there. Damn it.” he turned to look at Lily, “I’m so sorry, Luke’s not used to being around girls.”

“Yes I am!” Luke insisted, “all the girls love me-”

“Oh yeah? Then why the fuck are you still single?” Michael asked.

Lily and Calum both grabbed their drinks in unison, watching Luke and Michael fight.

“I’m single because a man like me shouldn’t be tied down!” Luke stated.

“Pfff, sure it has nothing to do with the whole ‘oh I don’t believe in love’ thing?” Michael asked.

“If you want to talk not believing in love, go fight Calum!” Luke said, motioning towards the silently sitting artist, “he’s the douchebag who thinks that shit doesn’t exist, not me!”

All eyes went to Calum.

He set down his Guinness, tattooed, ring clad fingers sliding along the condensation covered glass, a moment passed, “so is someone going to ask me something or are you all just going to stare at me?”

“You don’t believe in love?” Lily asked.

“Well when you put it like that-” Calum sighed.

“How else would you put it Cal?” Luke smirked.

He thought about it for a moment then grinned, bringing his drink to his lips, “touche.”

“How about you flower baby, what’s your vibe on that crazy little thing called love?” Luke asked.

“‘Flower baby’ I like it!” Michael grinned, turning his gaze to the only girl there.

“Well that’s a loaded question.” Lily said, shrinking under their gaze.

“You’re single right?” Michael asked.

“Michael.” Calum warned.

“What? I can ask her that sort of thing, I’m not her boss, plus we were all thinking it.” Michael said.

“Michael, this is bordering sexual harassment.” Calum stated, “Lily if you’re uncomfortable-”

“I’m always uncomfortable.” she interjected.

“You don’t have to answer their questions.” he told her.

Lily took a deep breath, “no, I should try to not be so shy all the time.”

“Good for you, cheers to that.” Luke said, lifting the bottle of beer he’d had since before they’d arrived, “so tell us all your secrets.”

“My money’s on single.” Michael stated.

“Why?” Lily laughed.

“Cuz if you had a boyfriend there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t have already come to the shop to check us out and make sure none of us are threats.” Michael answered.

“And then, he’d show up and fight Calum-” Luke continued.

“Can you both leave me out of this?” Calum interjected.

“But Cal-”

“Maybe just stop saying my name how about that?” Calum sighed.

Luke groaned loudly, “you’re lame.”

“So you two are friends right?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Luke said, taking a sip of his beer.

Lily grinned and Michael laughed, “they have a very complicated relationship.” he assured her.

“Your mom and I have a complicated relationship.” Luke quipped.

“How long have you been here buddy?” Michael asked.

“A while.”

“How much have you had to drink?”

“A lot.”

Michael groaned, “man, I haven’t even had a beer yet and I’m already going to have to take you home aren’t I?”

“I’m fine.” Luke laughed.

“That’s your awkward ‘I’m totally not fine’ laugh.” Michael sighed, “okay man, lets go.”

“But we can’t leave Cal and the flower child.” Luke groaned.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Michael said, pulling Luke to his feet.

“But I like flower girl.” Luke whined.

“And you’ll see her at work on Monday when you’re sober.” Michael pointed out.

“Promise?” Luke asked.

“Promise.” Michael said, Luke finally allowing himself to be dragged closer to the door, he turned back and looked at Calum and Lily who were both watching him, “tell them to use protection Michael, we don’t need a tattoo parlour baby.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

Luke was not satisfied with this answer, turning to look at Cal and Lily he screamed “use protection!” and half the bar turned to look at the two still sitting in the booth.

Lily flushed immediately and Calum sighed, “we can just finish our drinks and go.” he suggested.

Lily took a sip of her Guinness, “eager to get rid of me?” she asked.

Calum’s grip tightened on his glass, “look, this was probably a mistake, I’m your teacher and this feels inappropriate, especially with how Michael and Luke have been acting-”

“Have you taken your other apprentices out for drinks before?”

“Yeah-”

“So it’s because I’m a girl.” Lily stated.

Calum groaned. He was not a sexist guy. He wasn’t. Which is why he even did applications blind, so that he wouldn’t treat people differently. And now here he was, treating his apprentice differently because she was a woman. A cute woman. Fuck.

“Shit.” Calum said, “I feel like such a jackass.”

“Is it…” Lily sighed.

“Is it what?”

Lily covered her face in her hands, “fuck, now I’m making this awkward.” she peeked at Calum, “I’m going to just say it and we can pretend it never happened, we should pretend this whole night didn’t happen to be honest, like, I don’t know what the fuck has come over me today but… Luke and Michael are throwing me off big time, and, shit, is it… is it because I’m your type? Is that why you’re being so weird? Like, Michael said you’re a quiet guy but this feels more personal you know?”

“I’m just… i haven't had a female apprentice before and I guess I’m not used to it.” Calum studied her and then realized that he’d pretty much just stated that she wasn’t his type, which was a lie, and if there was one thing Calum Hood wasn’t, it was a liar, “not that you’re not my type, you are, I mean, shit, I’m your boss, sort of, and being professional is kinda my thing-”

“You’re very professional.” Lily assured him.

“I just bought you a beer, probably shouldn’t have done that-”

“I won’t tell the head of the tattooist apprenticeship board or whatever if you don’t.” Lily sighed, “Look. don’t treat me differently. I don’t want this to be so awkward, i want to be friends, after all, when this is all over i will legitimately be putting a tattoo of my choosing on your body so we should be friends don’t you think?”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-” Calum winced.

“If you do, I’ll tell you, how about that?” she asked.

He considered it, “deal.”

They finished their Guinnesses quickly, standing and walking to the entryway to the bar, “well, how far from here do you live?” Calum asked.

“A little ways away, why?”

“I mean, should I offer to walk you home?” Calum tested.

“Would you offer that to your other apprentices?”

“Probably not.”

“Then no.”

“Okay well uh… get home safe then yeah?”

“Will do. I’m a big girl.” Lily grimaced immediately, “wow that sounded so weird. I’ll uh… I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

“Yeah.”

Calum almost went in for a hug. His brain was so frazzled. Whenever he took a girl out to a bar they were usually on a date and normally, if he wasn’t interested in taking them home, he’d give them a hug just to say ‘goodbye, never gonna call you again.’

Lily also awkwardly looked like she was about to go in for a hug and they both kind of stumbled awkwardly until Lily thrust out her hand and Calum laughed, shaking it, “uh, have a good night.”

“You too.”

As they both turned and went opposite ways down the street they were both cringing. It was very obvious to them that she was his apprentice and they were two weeks into an apprenticeship that could take more than two years.

They were fucked.

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On Monday, Lily and Calum showed up to work fully intending to stay true to their agreement to forget the awkwardness of Friday ever happened, and have Calum treat her like every other apprentice he’d had.

After a bit of small talk with Luke, Michael and Ashton, Calum’s first client arrived and he called Lily over to watch. Calum was very focused when he tattooed, staying completely silent as he worked, which left it up to Lily to make conversation with the clients.

Calum enjoyed listening to Lily chat with clients. She was always so anxious around him, but she relaxed a little bit more around other people. She almost seemed easy going, and if Cal didn’t know her, he would have even gone as far to describe her as an extrovert.

She’d make a great tattoo artist. Always calming down and distracting clients.

Calum almost began getting critical of himself because damn, did he not talk enough with clients? No one had ever complained before so Calum pushed the thought aside.

Calum realized that if he simply didn’t look at Lily, he could teach her better, not get distracted by her pretty freckles or her gorgeous brown eyes-

It worked for a week.

But because it worked, Lily got more comfortable.

It had been a full month when Lily finally got so comfortable that she took off her oversized, black denim jacket for the first time.

It was getting hotter outside, summer quickly approaching, and Lily was wearing a black tank top that exposed her arms and shoulders. As she slipped the the denim off and put it on a chair, Calum’s breath caught in his throat. Delicate tattoos littered the skin from elbow to shoulder, two beautiful half sleeves that he had no idea she’d had.

In classic Lily fashion, the tattoos were all black.

As Calum studied them he realized, “wait, did you… did you tattoo some of these onto yourself?” the art was undeniably Lily.

Lily’s skin flushed, “yeah, iI uh… I bought a tattoo gun a while ago and figured I’d test it on myself.”

“So that’s why your lines are so good already, you’ve literally been practicing on yourself.” Calum would have laughed if it wasn’t so hard core.

“Yeah.” Lily laughed, “I mean, I think they turned out alright.” she looked down at the flowers on her left arm, “the ones on this side are better because I’m right handed, I practiced with my left for ages with paper but it just wasn’t the same so only this peony is mine,” she motioned to a small, delicate flower on her right arm, “everything else was done by other artists I’ve been into for a while.”

Calum recognized the artwork on her right arm, “that was done by Cole.” Cole had been his second apprentice.

“Yeah, he managed to convince me to get a full half sleeve from him so this is all his.”

“Sounds like Cole.” Calum grinned, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to the shoulder to show her the dragon, “he gave me this one, originally he wanted to take up my whole back but I had to draw the line with that one.”

“Yeah, he wanted my whole arm but I told him just above the elbow.”

“Would you ever get your forearms done?”

“Hmm, probably not, but I have an idea for my thigh-” before she could go into more details, Calum’s client arrived and the conversation was cut short.

That day was particularly difficult. Calum just wanted to gawk at her tattoos. She had been a ten before but now? Wow. Calum had a thing for tattoos and the whole thing about Lily tattooing herself was… well, Calum’s pants were getting a bit tight just thinking about it.

It was around one o'clock when Ashton got a cancelation call from one of Calum’s clients. Calum didn’t mind, there was a deposit for half the cost anyways and it meant he had an hour of free time. Calum sent Ashton for lunch which meant he and Lily were manning the reception desk.

Lily was drawing flowers while Calum watched. He didn’t have any floral tattoos and he had been curious from day one what they would look like on his skin. “Do you want to try drawing that on me?” he suggested.

“Uh… are you sure?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, you need practice drawing on people, last time you did, the woman said your hands were cold after.” Calum pointed out.

“Shit.” Lily immediately put down her pencil and began rubbing her palms together to warm them up.

“Here.” Calum handed her a black sharpie.

“Do you want a floral tattoo?”

“I’ve never wanted one before but... I dunno, your flowers are really nice.”

“Thanks.” Lily flushed, “so your forearm?”

Calum arms were pretty tatted as it was but his left was more covered than his right so he offered up the arm, gesturing to medium sized unmarked patch, “yeah, probably here.”

“Any flowers in specific?” she asked.

“What’s your specialty?”

Lily chuckled, looking up at him for a moment as she twirled the sharpie between her fingers, “a lily. But I do a great chrysanthemum or peony.”

“I only know what lilies look like so surprise me with one of the other ones.” Calum said. He liked surprises.

“Well I showed you my peony so-”

“So the other one.”

“A chrysanthemum.”

“Yeah. That.”

Lily took Calum’s offered arm, putting it on the table as she took the top off of the sharpie. “Free handing is okay?” she clarified.

“Go for it.” Calum said, watching as she too the first swipe of black ink over his arm.

“So you mentioned earlier you had an idea for your thigh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking of getting a few big chrysanthemums actually, but I haven’t found anyone who can draw them right.” Lily explained.

“Why don’t you just do it yourself.” Calum teased.

“Cuz it would hurt like a bitch.” Lily answered, “oh, you were joking.”

“A little.”

He watched her drawing the petals, “you know, not to rain on your parade or anything but I feel like I could probably draw a… whatever flower that is.”

“Chrysanthemum.”

“You know maybe if you wrote that down I’d be able to pronounce it.”

Lily grinned. She made it look so easy and Calum studied how she drew each delicate petal. Calum Hood didn’t do flowers, but there was something endearing about how delicate and deliberate each petal was.

After a few minutes she finished, “there. What do you think?”

It did look really good. And again, Calum Hood did not do floral. “yeah.”

He pulled out his art pad and began to try to copy her work and Lily watched, “more curve here and here.” she said, correcting his lines.

Calum grinned, “so the student becomes the teacher.”

Lily flushed, “well, I mean, it’s always been a dream to have you tattoo me, which sounds way awkward saying that out loud but you don’t do floral.”

“I’m doing floral now.” Calum pointed out.

“Still not curved enough.” Lily corrected another petal.

Calum groaned, pulling out another piece of paper to draw a new flower. As he drew, Lily only corrected it twice, and on the third drawing, not at all. Calum held up the paper smugly.

“It looks great.” Lily said.

“So you’ll let me tattoo it on you.”

“Uh…” Lily laughed awkwardly, “I mean, you drew one but I’m going for something a little bigger-”

No one had ever turned down a tattoo from Calum Hood, it was a challenge and Calum liked challenges, “how about this, by the end of the week if I can free hand a bunch of these flowers-”

“Chrysanthemums.”

“If I can freehand a bunch of these cruh-san-the-memes-”

“Nice try.”

Calum groaned loudly, “if I can draw them and you like them you’ll let me tat you.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one tatting you when this is all over?” Lily asked.

“Are you seriously going to turn down a tattoo from me?” Calum laughed.

Lily considered it, “fine, but I’m not going to say yes just because you’re you.”

“Fine.”

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In secret, Calum spent an embarrassingly copious amount of time looking at pictures of chrysanthemums online. He’d even trained on how to say ‘chrysanthemum.’ He’d drawn so many god damned flowers over the week that it almost annoyed him that he actually enjoyed drawing them.

On Friday morning, Calum showed up to work with with his top three ideas. He was anxious his entire first client, wanting time to show Lily his work and see if she liked them. As soon as the man had paid and left, Calum took out the art to show Lily.

“Okay, what do you think?” he asked.

He was never worried about what people thought of his work.

People always adored his designs. Hell, people flew in from all over the world to let him free hand an original design on their body to be permanently inked forever.

Lily scanned the flowers, “wow, these look super real, did you look them up?”

“No.” Calum said immediately.

Lily smiled and Calum knew that she knew he was lying.

She looked at one of the sketches, “this one is so pretty.”

It was one of the bigger ones but Calum supposed that's what she’d asked for, “so… you’ll let me tattoo you?”

Having Calum tattoo her had been a dream for years so of course Lily knew she was about to say yes. Especially since she had wanted something outside of his comfort zone and it was obvious that he’d put a lot of effort into making something she’d like. It was making Lily’s heart beat faster and she nodded, “you can tattoo me.”

Calum’s eyes lit up, “great, after work?”

“After work?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kind of sudden isn’t it?”

“Well, I mean, if you want another time-”

“No, after work… works.” Lily said, giggling awkwardly, “I don’t have cash on me-”

Calum’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not charging you.”

“You have to charge me.”

“No I don’t.” Calum insisted.

“Cal, I know how much people pay for your tattoos.” Lily sighed.

“It’s on the house.”

Before Lily could argue further, Calum’s next client showed up.

The next six hours were busy, with Lily and Cal speaking barely two words to each other. Lily’s adrenaline was pumping. She always got excited before a tattoo and this was exciting. More exciting than she wanted to admit.

As the clock ticked down to closing, Lily got more and more fidgety.

It was just her and Cal left in the shop, not that she spent much time with the other artists since she stayed glued to Calum’s side, watching him work, all day every day.

After collecting payment from the last client, Cal turned off the open sign, walking back to Lily, “you still want the tat?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, you get ready and I’ll grab the shit.” Calum walked to his work space in the back corner of the shop.

Lily followed, taking a deep breath before she began to unbutton her pants.

“You still sure on the-” Calum turned and his voice trailed off, “placement?” his eyes went to where Lily was unzipping her jeans and pushing them down. Lily felt awkward but when did she not? Plus, Calum had tattooed many people in his life so this wouldn’t be much different.

Calum’s breath was caught in his throat as his eyes traced over the black lacy panties she was wearing.

“So I’m thinking here.” Lily said, motioning to her upper thigh, “I want it to curve in just a little inner.”

“Right.” Cal coughed, “let me draw it on and if you don’t like it we can move it-”

“Calum, I know the drill.”

“Right.” Calum grabbed his sharpie as Lily kicked off her shoes and pants, taking off her jacket and rolling up her shirt a little. Calum returned and got onto his knees, looking up at Lily one last time, “ready?”

“You’re just drawing it, this isn’t even the hard part.”

Calum nodded, “so under the underwear line or-”

Lily flushed, pulling up her panties a little, “just under the hip bone.”

The sharpie pressed against her skin and Lily tried to look anywhere but at the gorgeous tattooed man on his knees between her bare legs.

Calum was right handed and working on her left leg, so to steady her, he had to place his other hand on the inside of her leg, delicately moving the skin a little when necessary. His fingers on her bare flesh was making Lily dizzy.

Calum traced the lines across her thigh, trying to focus all his attention on working and not on how pretty her skin was. And how close he was to-

“So you must see women half naked all the time right?” Lily asked.

“Yeah.” Calum said.

“What’s the nudest you’ve ever done?”

“This one girl wanted something on her pubic bone which I told her was a bad idea but she really wanted it, we were in a back room for privacy and when I came in she was completely naked-”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, I gave her something to cover herself up and she was super awkward the whole time.”

“I can imagine.” Lily laughed.

She could feel his breath on her inner thigh and Lily’s skin involuntarily broke out in goosebumps, “you cold?” Calum asked.

“Yeah but it’s fine.” Lily lied.

Calum hummed and continued working until the drawing was done, “okay, go look in the mirror.” he said, standing up and following Lily to see if she liked it.

Her eyes scanned over it and Calum waited patiently, arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s beautiful.” Lily breathed.

“Chrysanthemums are beautiful.”

“How long did it take for you to figure out how to say chrysanthemums?”

“Too long.” Calum admitted.

“Okay, lets do it. You’ll get the basic lines done today and then shading after work on Monday or something?”

“Do you want to split it up into two parts?” Calum asked.

“Don’t you think this will take a while if you try to do it all today?”

“Yeah.”

“I figured you might have plans tonight-”

“Why?”

“Well, its a Friday night.” Lily pointed out.

“So?”

“So maybe you have a date? I don’t know-”

“Do you have a date?”

“No-”

“Great, so let’s do this all tonight.” Calum stated, “we can order take out half way through or some shit, or after, it's up to you.”

“Take out after sounds good, there’s this place down the street with amazing-”

“Shawarma, fuck, love that place.”

“Me too.” Lily grinned, “okay, I’ll sit down then.”

She got onto the chair and set herself up so Calum could access her inner thigh while Calum pulled on some gloves, sat on his stool, and picked up the tattoo gun.

Lily looked at the ceiling as the sound of buzzing began.

The first feeling of the needle piercing her skin made her sigh and Calum smirked, “you good?”

“I uh… kind of like the pain, that sounds wild, shit, I didn’t mean it in like a sexual way or anything-” Lily began to stammer.

“No, I like it too.” Calum said, cutting her off.

Lily wanted to distract herself from the flush that she knew was creeping over her skin, and It was going to take a while so she pulled out her phone, “can we listen to music?”

“Go for it.” Calum said, focusing on his lines. He didn’t talk during tats anyways so music always helped.

Some old rock music began to play from Lily’s phone and Calum smirked, “nirvana.”

“You like Nirvana?” Lily asked.

“All the old stuff is great.” Calum said.

“Nine inch nails is pretty good, Nirvana, Guns and roses-”

“Where have you been all my life.” Calum teased.

Lily smiled, a tingly feeling in her stomach almost distracting from the needle.

A particularly sensitive spot made Lily grab at the side of the chair and Calum noticed. His jaw clenched. Pain was part of tattooing and he never felt bad about it but there was something about Lily being in pain and him being the direct cause, even though it was his job, that was hurting him.

“Deep breaths sweetheart.” Calum said before he could help himself, the term of endearment slipping out before he could stop it.

Lily sighed, “can you distract me?”

“The music isn’t distracting enough?” he asked.

“Not really.” Lily winced, “shit, why did I think the inner thigh was a good idea? I knew it would hurt like a bitch-”

“It will look great.” Calum assured her.

“It will.” Lily agreed.

She could feel his breath again and she tried to focus on that but as she felt the butterflies in her stomach, she realized maybe that was not the best idea. Having him so close to her, just inches away from where she was positive he could just bury his mouth and send her over the edge in seconds-

“What the fuck?!”

Calum pulled the tattoo gun away, looking at Michael who had just entered the shop, “Michael! Jesus fuck man you can’t just be surprising people who are in the middle of giving tattoos!”

“Shit, sorry,” Michael apologize, “it just… it looked like you two were… well, Calum it looked like you were-”

“Michael. Don’t say it.” Calum warned.

They all knew what he was implying.

“I’m going to continue alright?” Calum asked, drawing Lily’s eyes to his. She nodded.

He started up the gun again and pressed it to her skin, again Lily winced and Michael walked over. “That looks sick already.” he stated.

“Hold her hand.” Calum instructed.

“What?”

“Hold her fucking hand.” Calum said again.

Michael reached out and took Lily’s hand which she immediately squeezed. “So Cal, flowers, since when did you start doing flowers?”

“It’s what she wanted.” Calum answered.

“I just didn’t know you were a fan of flowers.”

“Chrysanthemums are dope Mike.” Calum said.

“You’re wild.” Michael laughed.

Michael pulled up a chair and sat with the two of them for the next three hours, successfully distracting Lily while Calum worked quietly. It was nice to listen to Michael talk because Calum could feel himself straining against his pants and he needed a turn off, like Michael’s voice.

Calum was finishing up when Michael had to go, once again leaving Lily and Calum alone.

“So do you have a skirt or something?” Calum asked.

“No?”

“Oh.”

“Girls don’t just carry around skirts.”

“Right.”

“I mean, you’re going to be really sensitive and your jeans might hurt-”

“Fuck. How come I didn’t think of that? I’m such a shit tattooist.” Lily groaned.

Calum wiped her skin to get the remaining ink away, cleaning the area, “let me put the bandage on then I might have a shirt in the back you can wear as a dress because you’re small.”

Lily stayed quiet as Calum smoothed the see through bandage over her skin. He stood up and went to the back, returning a minute later with a shirt that he handed to Lily, “here.”

She looked at it, “Zeppelin, you have good taste.”

Lily stood up on wonky legs, grabbing the hem of her shirt as she lifted it over her head. Calum looked away but the brief glimpse of a matching black lace bra made his breath catch again.

“Okay, I’m decent.” Lily said in a quiet voice.

Calum looked at the way the shirt hung like a dress down to her mid thigh. She looked adorable slipping on her adidas. She could make any outfit work.

“Still hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure I can’t force you to take money for this?” Lily sighed.

“No way. How do you feel?”

“It hurts a little but you were right about not having the added pressure of jeans.” Lily said, “so… let me grab my stuff then we can get food.”

Calum cleaned up the station while Lily put all her clothes into her bag, taking one look at the tattoo in the mirror and admiring his handy work. She couldn’t wait till she could take off the bandage and see it clearly but she knew it was beautiful.

Calum met her at the front of the shop and locked up. The night was warm, the first breath of summer having swept over the city that day, lingering in the air.

They walked in silence down the street to the shawarma place.

They both ordered the same thing, once again proving how much they had in common. When Calum pulled out his wallet, Lily thrust a twenty at the man at the till, “I’m paying for all of it.” she stated.

“Don’t take her money-” Calum warned the guy.

But Lily glared him down, “sorry man.” the vender said, taking the twenty.

Calum sighed and the two of them waited for their wraps to be made. When handed the warm food, Lily stated: “there’s a park close by and we could sit on a bench and eat or something.”

“Good idea.” Calum said.

They began to eat their wraps as they walked, staying mostly quiet but Lily was oddly okay with that. She usually got fidgety with silence and at first, that had applied to Calum, but sometime in the past little while, the awkwardness that usually came with lack of conversation had disappeared.

They sat on the park bench and ate, chatting a little. Easy conversation about apprenticeships. Calum was confident that Lily wouldn’t need as long as the others had which made Lily’s heart race. “You’re really talented.” he assured her, “wouldn’t surprise me if you’d be good to go in under a year actually.”

“I didn’t realize you could just choose how long the apprenticeship is.”

“Well, I mean, usually there are rules, but I think at the end of the day it’s based on my decision. And I could offer you a job at the parlour so that way, its sort of still like an apprenticeship.”

“You’d hire me? Just like that?” Lily asked.

“You’re really good Lily.” he stated, “I knew it the second I saw your application. And so did Michael.”

They chatted about how he got into tattooing.

They chatted until it began to get cold and Lily began to shiver. She pulled out her large denim jacket and seeing her in two things that were way too large was almost too much for Calum in some odd way.

He tried not to look at her but it was very difficult.

Especially her legs. God, he adored her legs already.

“So I should get going.” Lily said when it got to be around ten.

“Yeah me too.” Calum said as they both stood.

Again, there was an awkward moment of whether or not they should hug.

Calum’s self control disappeared as he wrapped his arms around the smaller artist, pulling her against his chest. She hugged back, cheek pressed against his front for a moment before they both pulled away, “get home safe.” he said, voice low and crackly as he cleared his throat.

“I will.”

They turned and went their separate ways with smiles on their faces.

----

On Monday, Lily walked into the shop with a short little leather skirt that, once again, had Calum’s pants getting insanely tight. She breezed in with a smile and a wave to Ashton and Michael who were gawking at her from the reception desk, walking straight to Calum. “So I took the bandage off!” she grinned.

“Let’s see.” Calum said, scooting forward on his stool with a smile. And then, Lily simply lifted up her skirt, completely flashing him a new, adorable, red and black lace thong that took Calum’s attention a moment too long before he had to force his eyes to the tattoo.

“How’s your aftercare?” he asked.

Lily rolled her eyes, “my aftercare is on point Hood.”

He chuckled, “stop flashing me.”

“Fuck, right.” Lily pulled down her skirt, red spreading over her delicate collar bones.

The first few hours were insanely difficult for Calum. It was like every spare moment, his brain would think about those god damned lacy panties.

Instead of taking a lunch break, Lily went up front with Ashton. Calum’s gaze was on her, watching them chat. He didn’t even notice Luke pull his chair over to be next to Calum as Calum waited for his next client.

“So you shouldn’t be looking because in a way, you’re her boss but I can look for you.” Luke stated.

Calum rolled his eyes but tore his gaze away, knowing Luke was right about some things and unfortunately this was one of them.

He had to be professional.

He had to be.

Another week passed and Calum managed to keep his eyes away from the gorgeous blonde and her little skirts. He was almost too good at keeping it professional and his friends noticed.

Luke, Ashton and Michael were at a bar after work when Michael brought it up, “so we need to do something about Lily and Cal.”

“What do you mean?” Luke asked.

“They need to fuck.” Michael stated, “like, I can’t focus with all the sexual tension.”

“Cal won’t act on it.” Ashton said, and they all knew he was right.

Michael groaned, “fuck, I know, we need to make him act on it.”

“How?” Luke laughed.

And that's how Michael's mission began.

His plans were never good.

He took Lily and Cal to a bar then excused himself to go to the bathroom ten minutes in.

He never came back.

Calum had sighed when it became obvious Michael had dipped out, coming up with the only thing he could think of to talk about, “so… netflix.”

Turned out they were both horror movie fans and they’d sat and chatted and agreed about everything for two hours before Calum finally suggested they head out, it was obvious that the yawning girl in front of him was tired from her long day at work.

Calum caught onto Michael’s plan pretty fast and Michael spent many hours coming up with new ways to get Lily and Cal together outside of work.

It was another month before Michael suggested that he needed a workout buddy.

Calum had cocked an eyebrow at him, “you want to work out?”

“Yeah.” Michael tried to sound excited about it but it lacked conviction, “hey, Lily, do you work out?”

“I go for a run every now and again.” she answered, focusing on her drawing.

“A run! That sounds…” for a moment he looked like he was going to try to be enthusiastic but then he broke, “I mean it sounds like torture but I need one I think.”

“Thats something I’d like to see.” Calum chuckled.

“We should all go for a run.”

“I’m in.” Lily said absentmindedly.

Calum’s gaze flickered to her then to Michael who was waiting expectantly. He knew it was another ploy but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Michael in workout gear. “Fine, I’ll come too.”

“Great! Sunday morning?”

----

Michael did not show up on Sunday morning. He sent a text saying he’d meet the pair half way through their run at the park and that they should go without him.

It was a beautiful morning. The day promised to be hot but the morning was cool, sun shining against the morning dew on the grass.

The two began to jog and stayed quiet as they ran.

It wasn’t a surprise when Michael didn’t show up at the halfway mark.

In fact, neither of them even noticed.

As the morning began to get warmer, they were both sweating and Calum finally suggested they stop. LIly collapsed onto a park bench pulling out her water bottle as Calum took off his shirt that was practically soaked.

He groaned at the feel of the air on his newly revealed skin and Lily nearly choked on her water at his gorgeous chest which was covered in tattoos, and perfectly muscular.

“Your tattoos-” she began.

Calum looked down at her, “you like them?”

“They’re beautiful, can… can I-” she began to ask awkwardly.

“Yeah, look as much as you want.” he stepped forward so he could be closer, giving her a better view as she began with the tattoos just under his collar bones.

He explained each one as she went down, watching her focus completely on the black marks that littered his skin.

By the time she got to his abdomen, Lily was surprised she wasn’t drooling. Completely bewitched by each tattoo and the story that came with it.

There was one particular tattoo, just above the waistband of his shorts, and it was so delicately intricate and beautiful, she couldn’t even help herself as she reached out and brushed her fingers against his skin.

His abs immediately flexed, Calum having not expected her prying digits, Lily pulled away immediately, “oh my god I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine.” Calum assured her, knowing another anxiety ridden stammering rant was coming on, “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

She was already blushing like crazy and Calum was sure it wasn’t from being hot from the run, “hey, would you look at the time!” Lily said, pulling out her phone, “I have places to be.”

“Yeah me too.” Calum lied.

“Well! Nice run!” Lily stood abruptly. There was no awkward move for a hug, they both simply turned opposite ways and ran.

Lily’s heart was racing in her chest. She hadn’t meant to touch him, she just hadn’t been able to help herself. God. He was so fucking hot. She couldn’t even deal with it anymore.

She’d had recurring dreams for over a week of having Calum between her legs like when he was giving her the tattoo, but in her dreams he always had a very different reason for being there.

Likewise, Calum had been so god damned close to letting her explore him with her hands. Her fingers had felt so good. It was insane that her touch had brought electricity coursing through his body like nothing, even the sting of a tattoo gun, had ever done before.

As soon as Calum got home he ran a cold shower, letting the water run over his body but even the shock of the temperature couldn’t distract him. He was in deep already, and he knew it.

----

The others all watched as Lily and Calum interacted the next day.

“The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.” Ashton pointed out.

“Do you think anything happened?” Luke asked, taking a bite out of his cucumber.

“I am one hundred percent confident my plan worked.” Michael stated.

“You wanna put money on it?” Luke grinned.

“Fuck yeah, twenty bucks says they fucked.” Michael scoffed.

“Deal.” Luke pushed off of the reception table and walked towards Cal and Lily who were going over the client list for the day. “Cal, I need to ask you something.” he said.

“Go for it.” Calum said, not even looking up.

“Privately.”

Calum sighed, standing and following Luke to the reception desk, “what do you want?”

“We want to know if you finally made a move yesterday.” Luke whispered.

“Fuck are you guys serious?!” Calum groaned, “I am not talking about this.”

He turned and walked back to Lily.

“You owe me twenty.” Luke stated.

“What? No I don’t!” Michael screamed.

“Nothing happened. He’s all wound up still. Nothing happened.”

“He’s got you there.” Ashton pointed out.

“Whose side are you even on you traitor?” Michael glared at Ashton while pulling out his wallet. He handed Luke a twenty.

It had to be, by far, the hardest day for Calum (in more ways than one.)

All he could think about was getting her fingers on his skin again.

He managed to get through most of the day but as the others cleared out until it was just him and Lily, once again, he was in a tough situation.

His last client listened to music with earphones the whole tattoo, leaving Calum and Lily to silence.

He was hyper aware of her as she watched him do the more difficult shading.

He let her wipe away the excess ink and put on the bandage, “you deal with this, I’ll be in the back, there’s a room that needs to be cleaned-”

“The private room? Michael cleaned it after he did that girls tit tattoo.”

“Like I said, it needs to be cleaned a little more.” Calum said.

She watched him go into the back and took the client to the front, taking his payment. The guy left and she locked the front door, turning off the open sign before going to find Calum in the back.

She found him in the private room, standing tall as he wiped down a table. She could only see his back but damn was it a pretty back.

Her heart was thundering in her chest.

She knew what she wanted.

And the logical part of Lily told her that he wanted it too, but the anxious little nugget side wondered ‘what if he doesn’t and you’re about to straight up try to get in your boss’s pants?’

It was a risk.

And Lily did not take risks.

But shit, she couldn’t help herself anymore.

Calum set down the cloth and turned to look at Lily, “you’re done for the day, you can go home.” he said, arms crossing over his broad chest, the tattoos covering his forearms looking absolutely delicious.

“Can I show you my tattoo? Its healed so nicely-”

Calum cocked an eyebrow at her, “go for it.”

He could see the anxiety written all over her face. And she hadn’t tried to show him the tat in a while which he was almost grateful for. Almost. He wondered where this was going to take them.

Lily hesitantly lifted up her skirt and Calum stepped closer to get a better look. Before he could help himself he was on his knees and Lily’s breath caught in her throat.

His fingers brushed over the skin, so lightly that if it wasn’t for the shocks running through her body, she wouldn’t have even been sure if he was making contact.

“Calum, I need to say something.” she said, shocked at her own voice.

He hummed, waiting for her to speak.

“This is going to be the most inappropriate thing I’ve ever said and I’ve said a lot of inappropriate things, fuck, I swear like a trucker half the time, and this is going to fuck me over so bad but I can’t just not say it anymore.” she ranted as Calum stood. At his full height, he towered over her and it distracted her momentarily, loving how he completely dwarfed her. She let out a shaky breath, eyes lingering on his lips momentarily, “fuck.” she cussed.

Calum smirked, “say what you have to say sweetheart.”

The pet name made her heart leap in her chest and she wet her lips subconsciously, “this is so unprofessional.” she groaned.

“Sounds like you have to get it off your chest. And you’re off the clock.” he reminded her.

“Fuck. I really like you.”

That was all he needed.

Calum cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers. She melted against him, her hands going to the front of his jeans to pull him flush against her. Calum bit down on her lip and Lily moaned loudly into his mouth. Calum was hard in an instant.

His grip went down to her waist as he pushed her back until she hit the tattooing chair, the impact of her bum against the chair made her groan and Calum’s hands moved farther down, grabbing at the fabric of her leather skirt that he dragged up to her hips, exposing the black panties that had been haunting his dreams since he’d first seen them.

His mouth was hot and needy against hers, teeth and tongues clashing in a fiery passion as her fingers went to his hair, grabbing at the thick, dark curls. Calum moaned into her mouth from the small twinge of pain, his grip tightening on her thighs as he lifted her and set her onto the chair.

It was flat, making it easy for him to set her anywhere he liked as he pulled his lips from hers and tore her panties down her legs, shoving them into his back pocket. “Calum.” Lily whimpered, voice needy. His breath wafted over her as he got on his knees on the ground, putting her legs over his shoulders.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he studied the tattoo for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to the skin that he had marred forever. It was so hot, for both of them, but Lily was anxiously awaiting his mouth as if her life depended on it.

“Please.” she said in the neediest voice Calum had ever heard. He nearly groaned at the sound, turning his attention to where she needed him most.

Calum closed his eyes as he took his first testing lick, wanting to enjoy every moment, every sound, every motion. Calum loved eating girls out, he never got tired of the control, the power, that being between a woman's legs brought him.

Lily shuddered at the first contact of his tongue against her and all of Calum’s self control that he had been so desperately trying to hold onto went out the window. He put his mouth on her fully, hands gripping her thighs as he sucked her clit into his mouth. A loud moan was music to his ears as he focused on the small bundle of nerves, sucking as hard as he thought she could handle.

“Jesus fuck.” Lily moaned, tugging at his hair.

He loved it when she swore.

He loved being the cause of her swearing.

He flicked his tongue against her clit and she cried out louder, both of their grips tightening on each other.

“Fuck Cal I’m gonna-” but she didn’t get to finish her sentence. Calum sucked harder and Lily fell over the edge, moans and whimpers ringing through the small private room as he body convulsed and Calum helped her through it. She was still shuddering when he pulled away, licking his lips as he stood.

She looked so beautiful, skin flushed, just as he liked it.

He gingerly pushed the denim jacket from her shoulders and it slipped to the ground, then his fingers went to the hem of her shirt, pulling that off too. Lily’s eyes were still closed, still in a post orgasm haze as he slowly undressed her, taking his time as his fingers brushed over the tattoos on her arms.

Lily’s eyes fluttered open and Calum enjoyed the beautiful chocolate coloured eyes that looked up at him with lust. Her hands were shaky as she reached out and began to unbuckle his pants.

Calum pressed his lips to hers, reaching around to unclasp her bra. The second the fabric felt away, the slowness was gone, once more replaced by complete passion and lust as Lily pushed Calum’s pants down fully.

She grabbed his hard on and Calum moaned loudly into her mouth as she pumped him a few times, “condoms-” he groaned.

“Birth control.” she stated.

Calum moaned again, “holy fuck.”

He took off his shirt while she continued to work his cock with her hands but as soon as the fabric was gone, he grabbed her fingers, tearing them away and instead putting them on his abdomen, on the skin she’d touched the day before.

He pulled her closer, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.

“Please.” she whimpered, one of her hands going up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his lips to hers.

Lily bit down into Calum’s lip and he smirked at the small spasm of pain coursing through his body. He plunged inside of her and Lily moaned, immediately releasing his lip from between her teeth as she gasped into his mouth.

His hands found her waist, anchoring them both as he began to thrust in and out. His hips were buckling of their own accord, Calum completely enraptured by the small, tattooed, blond sitting on his private tattooing chair.

He moved his lips to her neck, biting down against the skin as her fingers tightened in his hair, her lips near his ear as she whimpered loudly, biting down on his ear lobe.

He sucked at her neck, teeth grazing the skin teasingly.

One of her hands moved to his strong shoulders, nails digging against the skin so hard Calum was sure she would leave marks.

But, as they both knew, they both enjoyed pain.

He was getting too close to the edge and he knew it, pulling out of Lily, she whimpered in protest, only to be harshly dragged from the chair and turned around, hips slamming into the soft leather as his hand went to her back, pushing her front so she was flush against the fabric.

He entered her from behind and they both moaned, the new angle hitting a new spot inside of her that was driving them both insane. His hands on her waist easily moved her body to meet every thrust.

Calum was completely using her, and she was enjoying every moment.

A hand wrapped in her blonde hair, tugging so she was standing, back against his chest. His hand moved from her hair to wrap around her front, briefly grabbing her boob and teasing the nipple. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as his hand moved higher still, tattooed fingers wrapping around Lily’s throat.

Her heart was racing in her chest and with the added pressure on her neck, she was seeing stars. Whiney, high pitched whimpers were leaving her pretty lips and Calum was basking in the noise but fuck, he wanted to engulf them. He wanted to breath her.

But the chair wouldn’t do. It was hot, but it wouldn’t work.

This time when Calum pulled out, he dragged the two of them onto the ground, Lily landing on top. She straddled his waist, wasting no time before she sank down on top of him, her hands finding his tattoos chest to anchor herself as she began to move up and down on him.

His hands went to her waist and he looked up at her in wonder as she found a steady rhythm. Little moans left her mouth as she collapsed forward, lips pressing against Calum’s as one of his hands found her hair.

The hand on her hip tried tried to assist her, urging for her to move faster. It was amazing, but Calum was getting impatient again, wanting all the power. All the control.

He flipped them easily and Lily hissed at the cold of the ground on her back but the feeling was immediately forgotten as Calum picked up the fasted rhythm yet.

Her nails tore into his back and their mouths were close but their lips barely touched as they panted against each other. “Fuck.” Lily said, voice shaky, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” Calum moaned, pistoning into her like a wild man. They were both on the edge and one more thrust engulfed Lily, her body fluttering and convulsing around him which made Calum reach his high too.

He spasmed a little, giving a few more thrusts as their hands tore at each other, mouths hot and pressed together, tongues clashing.

He slowed down and buried his face in her neck, holding himself over her with his forearms.

Lily’s fingers traced Calum’s strong shoulders, “wow.” she breathed.

Calum chuckled, placing one last kiss to her neck before he pulled out and rolled onto the ground next to her.

They both stared at the ceiling, trying to catch their breaths.

Calum sat up and Lily got a good look at his back. She’d broken the skin in three places but it looked beautiful.

Calum groaned, pulling his jeans on. He stood up and buttoned them. Lily appreciated the beautiful man, clad in jeans, looking gorgeous.

He walked to the sink, grabbing some paper towels. He got on his knees between Lily’s legs and cleaned her up, making sure the tattoo was completely wiped. “Birth control.” he smirked, “fucking love it.”

Lily laughed, hiding her face with her hands.

He tossed out the paper towels and came to lie next to her again, pulling her to his side so he could wrap his arm around her.

“We are so fucked.” Lily groaned.

Calum laughed.

They were.

“So… shawarma?” Lily asked.

Calum laughed again, “that’s what I was thinking.”

“Really?” Lily rolled over, hand going to Calum’s chest as she looked up at him.

“We’re the same person. It’s kind of weird actually.”

“If we’re the same person, then what am I thinking right now?” Lily asked.

“You’re thinking that after the schwarma, you should come back to my place and we can trace each others tattoos, go a little slower, and I can make you cum more than just twice.”

Lily laughed, “We must really be connected.”

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When Calum and Lily walked into the tattoo parlour the next morning, each with a black, iced coffee, it was obvious what had happened.

She was even wearing one of his shirts, paired with the same skirt she’d worn the day before.

There was a mark on her neck.

“It’s like they’re not even trying to hide it.” Michael mused.

“He’s so whipped.” Ashton giggled.

He was.

The guys waited until they could get Calum alone when Lily went on a lunch break to finally ask Calum what happened.

“So are you two finally dating or what?” Luke asked blatantly.

Calum turned to look at them and a flash of pain marred his face momentarily, “uh-”

“You okay?” Ashton asked with concern.

Calum’s eyes widened a little and Michael laughed, “did she tear up your back mate?!”

“She did!” Luke laughed, “she totally did.”

Calum blushed and everyone's eyes widened.

Calum Hood never blushed.

Ashton smirked, “So when’s the wedding?”

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They spend almost every waking hour together that whole week.

Then the next.

The third week, cuddled in his bed, Duke tucked against Lily’s side, Calum finally asked the question: “want to be my girlfriend?”

He didn’t do love. But he’d never met a girl like Lily before. The past weeks had made him rethink everything he’d ever known to be true. About love, life, happiness.

Everything had changed.

Lily looked up at Calum, finger tracing one of the tattoos on his chest, “yeah.” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

Calum met her gaze, cupping her face to bring her lips to his.

He smiled against her lips, “Thank god for your fucking florals.”

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It was no shock that one month became two and two became three.

Attached at the hip like twins, always together, they were the perfect fit. It got to a point where it was almost like they knew what the other was thinking.

Lily was a year into her apprenticeship when Calum announced that it would be her last week. They’d gone out to celebrate, Calum and Lily had even disappeared to the bathroom to celebrate a little in private, much to the dismay of Ashton and Luke, and the glee of Michael.

Calum didn’t even bother to ask Lily what tattoo she had planned for him. He trusted her completely.

The day finally came and once the shop closed, everyone sat around with booze while they watched Lily and Calum. “Pick the place baby.” he smiled.

Lily took his right arm and chose the spot she’d drawn the first chrysanthemum on all those months ago. Calum didn’t look as she drew the pattern, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

He chatted easily, unflinching, with the guys as the buzz of the gun softly filled the room.

“How’s it looking Mike?” Calum asked.

Michael leaned over, looking at Lily’s marks, “looks sick.” Michael grinned.

A little while longer and Lily was cleaning the skin, “okay, you’re all done.” she stated.

Calum brought her lips to his for a kiss before looking down at the tattoo.

He had accepted it would be floral, in fact, he’d been excited about finally having floral.

And he wasn’t disappointed. In fact, his heart swelled in his chest.

Two beautiful Chrysanthemums and a Lily. A little, perfect bouquet, just for him.

“The chrysanthemums so we match-” she began to explain.

“And the Lily because you’re you.” Calum finished for her. Lily flushed and Calum grinned, “Can’t get rid of you now can I?” he teased, “I love it.”

And he did.

But not as much as he loved the woman who had marked his body forever.

Not as much as he loved his Lily.

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pcygoldenchild · 5 years

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The Racer

🥀summary: Sehun loves going fast. All his life he’s been in the fast lane, in first place. But he’s got his eyes on a prize that isn’t his and plans on getting it.

🥀genre: smut&angst//mafia/racer au!//adult themes//sexual content//Sehun POV.

When you buy a new car, you get a sense of keeping it for a while. Wanting to make new memories with it and cherish it for as long as you can. A cars life can be as long or short as the person who drives it wants it to be. The driver has all the control. What a fucked up relationship.

I may be a drift racer. I may push my cars to the limit. But anything they feel, so do I. And there is no better feeling than going fast. Fast enough to feel your heart race through your fingers on the wheel. That’s when I’m one with my car. When I feel everything she feels because it’s one heartbeat.

I’ve been racing for a long time. Since I could remember, I’ve loved cars. But racing was something cars brought to me. They pointed me in the direction of the fast lane and I haven’t left since.

But racing isn’t all I do. No, I’m a wanted man all over. Racing has its demons, it’s illegal. But racing is the purest thing I do. I’m a killer. A man of no morals or mercy. That’s just the mentality you have to have in a world like this. This dark life where you can’t trust anyone or anything to be as the face it shows. But it’s not so bad. Look at me, I’ve managed.

In fact I’ve managed pretty well. You see, I’m a big shot. A fast man with fast tendencies. I’m quick with my actions. If I want something, I get it. If I see it, it’s already mine. And that’s how I’ve come to be the man in my position. The fastest on the coast and the most dangerous.

But every man has a weakness. You’d think mine would be cars, and it is. But I’ve got another prize I need to get. It’s a real fine prize. One in a million. So rare I can’t get it out of my mind.

Y/N. She’s a boss among men. A woman among girls. I’ve had my fair share of pussy to keep me going. I’m not much into relationships. But I’d be willing to give her anything she wants. But she’s got someone doing that for her already. But he’s so fucking bad at it.

I first saw her at a race. I wasn’t racing but I always attend. I’m a living legend, why wouldn’t I show up?She was with her pathetic excuse of a husband. He’s nothing. She’s more important than he is. He’s short and muscular but one hideous man. They married for a deal and now he parades around with her like he’s hot shit. But he’s the most scared little thing. An ego of a child and the mindset of a idiot. What she sees in him is not a question. She sees him the same way everyone does. An imbecile.

I didn’t say anything to her that day. She was too distracting. All I could do was stare and admire from a far. And I couldn’t let anyone know who my next move was on. She’s been approached by a lot of men. None have been able to even make her laugh. Not even blink an eye at them. I love it.

Tonight there’s a race across the city. It’s a pretty loaded race. A new batch of rascals to fall in love with the asphalt on their tires. I’d be a fool not to go. Besides, everyone treats me like some celebrity. What kind of role model for these kids would I be if I didn’t show up?

But in all seriousness, I could care less about those kids and their rebellious needs to drift race with their parents cars. I know she will be there. Her husband pretends to like racing and goes for every single one. And she accompanies him just in case something goes down, she will protect him. If she were mine, she’d never have to worry.

The streets are dark but the track is lined with cars. All different colors and styles. I decided to go with my classic Porche. It’s new but it’s classic in the sense that I don’t race it. I just ride around in it and if I happen to need to push the limits, I will. Black and sleek with dark windows. The inside is spacious for a coupe and red interior leather. A real beauty.

I make my rounds. Greet the guys who have been with me on this journey but hate me because they wish there were in my position. Ignore the girls that I’ve fucked and left alone because they were dumb enough to believe I was actually interested. Intimidate the kids who look far too young to be wasting their youth on illegal racing that could put them in jail for the remainder of their young adult lives. But none of these people are worth my time. I go to sit back on my car scoping out the premises. The race would start soon but there is no sign of my prize.

“One day I’d like to see you race, Sehun. See what all the hypes about.” a voice said from next to my car. And I knew who it was. I didn’t even care to look at him.

“You have. You bet against me remember?” I said. He was being the annoying little shit he is. He’s seen me race plenty of times. And he’s bet against me twice.

“Maybe. If I did it’s been a while. Memories a little foggy.” he said doing his dumb waddle to come in front of me. And there she was being dragged along with his arm around her petite waist. Looking just killer. She wore a black leather jacket and a white v neck with jeans. It was a simple look but her body and attitude was enough to make her look ten times better than anyone you’d ever seen.

“You lost 20 grand. Twice. I know you remember. I’d take you as a better gambler than that. But then again no one takes you as a good anything.” I laughed at him. He was the type to be tough outside but a bitter shrewd on the inside. Not a bone to be scared of in his body.

“Nice car.” she said. Her voice. Goddamn her voice. It wasn’t all high pitched and girly. It had character. It had roughness to it. It was a voice I’d like to hear every second of the day.

“Wanna take a ride? She’s a smooth one.” I smirked at her and I could have sworn I saw her smirk back. She did. But her little Mr. Penguin turned her away.

“She’s got a great ride.” he said. And I couldn’t help but laugh. Was he insinuating he’s a great ride? That’s a joke for the books.

“I highly doubt it.” I said. And she laughed. I could go on and on about her laugh and her smile and her mannerisms all day but you get it.

“I’d watch your self Sehun.” he said. As if anything his empty threats did were make you feel bad for the pathetic bastard.

“Or what? What exactly will you do?” I try to say seriously but the smile on my face was slowly deteriorating his ego. A smart man wouldn’t step to me. But I don’t expect much logic from him.

“Gentlemen. Let’s not cause a scene we will have to finish.” she said. Her voice cutting me like a knife. It exposed my very soul to a new world and she wasn’t even trying.

“What’s so wrong with a harmless drive little man? Don’t you trust your wife?” I tease just a bit. This was fun. And she was actually speaking to me with amusement. I made her laugh at the expanse of her own husband who was standing right next to her.

“I trust her more than anything. She is my wife, Sehun. But I don’t trust one part of you. You’re a ruthless scum.” he said and I could taste the disgust in his words. But the only disgust was that he wasn’t me. And that sounds like a personal problem.

“Leave it up to your wife then. What can I do that she can’t control? You may be the least threatening person out there little man, but she’s a fierce being. Fire in her just like me.” I say as I look at her. Her gaze was hypnotic and angelic but so devious. I didn’t care that I was clearly flirting with her in front of her husband. And neither did she.

“I’ll go. And I don’t want to hear a word of this.” she said looking down to her dumbfounded partner. The look in his face was priceless. But he let her go. It’s obvious who wore the pants and the power.

As we pulled out of the lot, she laughed. Her laugh burned. I imagined the burning of rubber on the streets as the feeling of my heart whenever she did anything. Anything that let me see her different from what others did.

“What’s so funny?” I ask gripping the steering wheel tight enough to hide my excitement. Because in all honesty, I was more than excited to have her in my car on her own will.

“You making my poor husbands vein pop out of the side of his temple.” she said smooth as day. Voice like honey. Words like poetry.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.” I said. It was an impulsive response. A response based solely on my reaction to the sound.

“Well that’s because you’ve never given me anything to laugh at Sehun.” she purred. My name coming from her lips was seductive even if she wasn’t trying to be. I would see her look over at me everytime I spoke or she spoke. Her attentiveness making my limbs go numb.

“You’re a tough cookie. Needed to make sure my material was right before I gave it a shot.” I said after a while of smirking to myself. My own brain going against me making me picture the way she’s taking in my features as her eyes lock on my jaw or my eyelashes. I look over at her at a red light. The red reflection on her golden skin as her eyes meet mine felt like being on a drug. Her lips were plump and all I could think of was how wasteful it was for them to be used on a man like her husband. We just stared at each other in silence. The light seemed to stay red way too long. Her stare was unwavering. Her eyes only leaving mine to look everywhere else on my face. She let out a hum of appreciation or content, I can’t tell, just before the light turned green on her face. I broke away.

“I think it’s time to show me your skills if you want us to fuck in the back seat Sehun.” she said. And the words made me hard. But the confusion really made that hardness die down. It was written all over my face. It was a surprise to say the least. But she was always straight to the point. And I had to swallow the excitement dancing on my tongue trying to force a smile that she would love to see.

“Seatbelt.” I demanded. I was going to show her a good ride. A game is nothing new to me. And this was my area.

We sped off into the street and I figured why not go the route the racers would be going. We cut through a lot of streets and alleyways to go all the way around the track and cut through the middle. My turns were sharp and precise. The squeal of my tires like music to my ears. It was effortless to me. I sat relaxed and at ease with her right beside me. It’s a shame I need to pay attention to the road going this fast. The times I looked over at her, she looked exhilarated. The same joy I felt when I first went fast. We reached the third quarter of the track in less than 10 minutes. Record time as it takes 47 minutes to get there the way I came.

“You know, I’ve always admired you. Besides being the only attractive racer out here, you’re smart. I guess you have to be in your line of work. Aren’t we all smart killers?” she said after I put the car in park.

“I’ve always admired you. But who doesn’t. Never would I think it would be this easy.” I said honestly. I wasn’t calling her easy, she was far from it. I was just saying that this did not require the amount of suave you thought you’d have to pull out.

“Sehun I’m in your car because I want to be. If you want to call it easy, then it’s easy. But I see it as this. I’m giving you a shot that many want. I finally gave you a chance to win me over. So what will you do to claim your prize Sehun?” she said turning to me. She pushed off her leather jacket and raised an eyebrow at me. The moment seemed surreal. The effect of having one less layer on her body was making my neck hot. Her body was only covered by so much. My hands trembled to touch her. To claim my prize.

“What was it you said earlier about fucking me in the backseat?” I asked because this is what she was hinting at. We’re both adults, no need to play games or beat around the bush.

“I don’t know. Let’s get to the back seat and find out.” she said smirking. And I was down. I mean this could have been very well an attempt to kill me. But chances were, I did not care. I’d die a happy man.

She climbed to the backseat. Her small body easily fitting through the seats. She sat in the middle and stared at me with her bottom lip between her teeth. When I went to join her, she held her hand out for me to stop.

“What do you think about when you see me?” she asked. The question caught me off guard. What do I think about when I see her? Honestly, nothing. I can’t think straight.

“Nothing.” I said. To anyone that would be a pretty alarming response, but to her, she knew what it meant. She smirked and began pulling her shirt up over her head. Her skin looked so soft. She wore a black lace bra, of course she did. Her collar bone looked so enticing, so inviting. Her waist and hips created the most delicate curve.

“What are you thinking now?” she asked. Her voice never ceased to make me melt.

“You look so beautifully innocent to be so deadly.” I said breathlessly. My heart was racing. I just wanted to be back there with her, feeling her. She laughed her angelic laugh and ran her hands down her body to her jean button. I watched as she undid them and pushed them down letting her long soft legs bask in the moonlight. Her panties were see through and black. My eyes couldn’t help but devour her lower half. I wanted to leave marks on her inner thighs. Wanted to taste the heaven between her legs.

“Sehun there’s something I’ve always thought of when I saw you.” she spoke as her hands went to the clasp if her bra.

“You’re a handsome devil yourself. A devious man who gets what he wants.” she said as the bra straps fell from her shoulders. My heart couldn’t stop it’s attempts to leave my chest. My cock uncomfortable in my pants, I need to take everything off.

“But you never came for me.” she said letting the bra fall. Her beautiful breast on full display. Her nipples hard and begging for my lips. I was too in shock to realize that I was still fully clothed.

“And you are still not moving and fully dressed while I’m here waiting for you to take me.” she said pulling her panties down and spreading herself, all for me. I looked at her in silence for a minute or two. I’ve never been so speechless in front of a woman. She was beautiful from her head to her toes. Every inch of skin sculpted to perfection. I could tell that my stare did something to her. Her chest rose and fell deeper the longer I stayed silent. But I couldn’t stay silent for long.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to get you.” I said sitting up a bit in my seat to take off my jacket and shirt. Her eyes immediately going to my chiseled physique.

“But a prize this perfect takes time to acquire.” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans only pulling them and my briefs down enough that would tease her. I made my way between the seats and to the back. She moved to the side as her eyes stayed locked on mine.

“And I’m willing to go any length to make sure that prize stays mine.” I said. Her hands were gripping the seat and I wasn’t even touching her. But then I was.

I pushed my lips to hers. Push isn’t a good word, I devoured her. Her lips, her tongue, her jaw and neck were all enticing enough that I had to taste it all at the same time. Her hands played on my skin, up my abs and chest, down my back and spine, on the bit of skin I exposed to her at my waist.

“I want the entire length Sehun.” she whispered as her hands came to the front of my jeans diving into them and my boxers. Her small hand wrapped around my length. Her small, small fingers.

I shiver at her grasp and wish nothing more than to give her what she wants. I push my pants and briefs down in one smooth motion letting myself free. Her eyes break from mine and meet my cock. Her lip going between her teeth as her throat whines. All at the sight of me. The sounds she’d make with me inside her...

I push her back and waste no time in grabbing her legs. I spread them apart and then pull her to me. I’m rough when I have to be. And she made it impossible not to be.

“I need to hear you. Don’t hold back sweetheart. Because I won’t.” I said as I lined up with her. Her warm cunt soaking my tip. It was euphoric. I dived in before she could respond but she listened. Her choked scream and the way she wrapped around me making my dick twitch. She was so tight and warm. Her small body being fucked by me, someone twice her size. Her hips so small I had to grip hard to fuck into her how I needed to. Her movements of her hips doing everything as she tried to control her breathing. It was driving me crazy watching her body move and her voice tremble as I fucked her. I couldn’t help the way my rhythm faltered everytime it got to be too much. Every time she tightened around me to the point where I could cum. Every time I went so deep inside her that she screamed louder than the last. Everytime I brushed against her spot making her thighs try to close. It was all working for me. Every last bit of her was tearing me apart. Her nails dug into my wrists on her hips. Her pleads and cries of pleasure.

I took my time with her. Slowing down when she needed it. Speeding up when I felt like it. Fucking her and rubbing her clit until she shook. Only to stop and start again until she did it again. I could have went on for hours like that. Making her a mess as her screams bounced off my windows. Her screams so high pitched they could shatter the glass. But she couldn’t take it. She made me cum when she did. Her power of tightening around me and not letting me breath was more than I expected it to be. She had full control over me. Her eyes meeting mine as she did so. It’s like she knew I was done for. Like she knew this was her time to make me cum. Her tight pussy only getting tighter making me cum inside her. I came a lot inside her.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I pulled out and let my cum fall from her hole into my seats. I didn’t care. It was a sight to see. She sat up and more spilled out of her. She grabbed my face and pulled me to hers. Her lips grazing mine in a smirk.

“I think you’ve claimed your prize. But I’m non refundable.” she smirked. I let out a breath. I don’t know what I was expecting but that wasn’t it.

“So what does that mean exactly? Don’t start using code now. You’re always so blunt.” I said honestly as I grabbed her face with one hand. I needed her to say what she meant. Say it to me.

“I’m yours.” she said looking into my eyes. Cars speeding by as their headlights passed on her face. The sound dull under the thudding of my heartbeat.

She’s mine.

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Cold World

Summary: Two years after you left the bunker you meet Dean again. Things don’t go the way he wanted.

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, OMC Scott

Warnings: angst, a wedding, tension, remorseful Dean, a hint of fluff, injuries, arguments

Cold Masterlist

Three months later…

It’s odd to watch your friend, the tough huntress giggle while she’s walking down the aisle. Three months ago, she and Matt quit hunting, quit the life they had before to finally get what they want, what they need. Love…

Hunters never get a happy ending, but you pray for your friends they are going to make it. Her smile, the shine of her eyes makes you happy and devastates you at the same time.

You wish it was you and Dean doing his important step, but you will never be her and he will never be Matt.

Dean doesn’t make commitments; he doesn’t do love…and if he does…not for you…

Close to tears you take a deep breath to take Jackie’s bridal bouquet as she’s standing next to her groom to get married.

“You look beautiful.” Matt whispers and you see the adoration in his eyes. Now the tears start falling but no one knows these are tears of pain not ones of joy for your friends…

The ceremony is a blur. You try to listen, try to be happy for your friends but honestly, all you can think about is getting drunk and escape this fairytale romance.

Your heart still aches even after two years. Love doesn’t have an expiration date. It was always Dean for you from the moment you met but sadly…you never were the one for him…

Scott is standing at the bar, watching his brother getting his happy ending. Left behind he needs to move on too.

“Will you keep on hunting?” You ask and he shakes his head. “No.” He brings out.

“You don’t look happy, Scott. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…it was always her…ya know.” Scott whispers glancing at Jackie and you realize he’s in love with your friend, with his brother’s wife and you don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, Scott.” You whisper placing your hand onto his. He glances at you and tries to blink the tears away. The look on his face breaks your heart - you know it too well. “I know how you feel.”

“Dean Winchester is a fool.” Scott exhales turning away from the scene to not see his brother kissing the woman he loves. “If I would’ve had a chance with Jacks…”

“Did you ever tell her?”

“One night after we met and decided to stick together, hunt together I wanted to tell her how I feel but Jackie, she asked which kind of women my brother likes, and I knew I would never have a chance,” Scott whispers.

“What are your plans?”

“My dad needs help with his farm in Texas. He’s a retired hunter and offers shelter for other hunters. I will move back to Texas and forget about her, at least I hope so.”

“Love sucks…” You curse and for the first time Scott smiles at you.

“Why did you and Dean part ways?”

“That’s complicated…”

“I poured my heart out not minutes ago. Just tell me…I will never talk about it with anyone.”

“I felt like he never wanted me. There was no affection or at least companionship. Every touch was calculated to get me in his bed. Every smile never reached his eyes. It was like he tried to fake feelings and failed. I knew I would never be Lisa but at least…” You voice cracks and you need to compose yourself for a moment before you can talk again. “I thought I’m more than an easy lay, a random girl to him but I wasn’t.”

“Shit…you’re right…love sucks. It sucks and cuts your heart out till you are a suffering and sobbing mess. God, I wish I could walk over there kiss her hard and tell her I always loved her but I won’t. I love my little brother and I love her too much to ruin her special day.”

“You’re a good man. Someday you will find someone special. A girl worth your love, Scott. Just don’t give up on love.” You whisper not able to follow your advice.

“Why on earth?” Scott curses and you cock a brow.

“What’s wrong Scott?” You ask following his eyes. “Shall I kill him?”

“Maybe I can sneak out before he sees me.”

“I’ll start a distraction.”

“Scott, call me anytime you need help or a friend to talk to.”

“Go…I’ve got this,” Scott whispers as you try to run out of the ballroom only to bump into Dean’s chest.

“Do you want to dance with me, Sweetheart?” Dean chuckles and you glare at him.

“Why are you here?” You snarl and he shrugs. “I don’t think Jacks invited you to her wedding. Where’s is Sam anyways?”

“He’s away with another hunter and I thought I’ll come around to dance with my favorite girl. We could talk later…please…” The way Dean looks at you causes you to shiver, but not in a good way. His eyes are wrong…

“Hey, can I help you?” Jackie asks and just now you realize your friend is much too girly right now. It’s wrong…all wrong. One look into Dean’s eyes and you see the empty shell behind it.

If he’s angry, happy or sad you can see it in Dean’s eyes but right now there’s nothing and you know this means you are in trouble.

“Uh…can you offer Dean a drink I need to powder my nose. I think I’ll take your offer to dance with you. Give me just a minute, Dean.” You say and the ‘fake’ Dean is smiling but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

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Searching for your phone you try to call Dean but oddly you’ve got no service. The streets are suddenly empty, and you know what’s wrong…

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There’s a beeping tone, it’s annoying and you cover your ears with your hands as it gets unbearably loud. Voices are coming closer and you need to blink to differ between the street and a white room.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you feel like you are falling and then there is…nothing…darkness.

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Someone is touching you when you try to open your eyes. Throat dry and head pounding you try to focus on what the person holding your hand tries to tell you but the pain in your forehead makes it heart to concentrate.

“Y/N?” The voice whispers. “Please wake up, Sweetheart. I’m here and Sammy too. The doctor said the edema is gone. Can you hear me?”

It’s a hard fight but you manage to open your eyes to meet worried olive ones. Your hand in his Dean squeezes it tightly.

“Y/N?” Sam says and you try to move your head but the pain in your body makes you groan, and you lay still immediately.

“I think she needs more pain meds, Sammy. Can you ask the nurse?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“What happened?” You cough.

“After we got out of the canalization you and Scott went to a bar. He drank too much and you had a car accident.” Dean explains and your eyes widen.

“Is Scott alright?”

“I’m sorry, he didn’t make it. The cops said it looked like he did it on purpose…” Dean whispers.

“On purpose…” You whisper rubbing your forehead. Images of that night flash up into your mind…the bar…Scott. “He told me he loves Jacks…damn…he drank too much and then…”

“It’s alright. You don’t need to talk right now. The doctor will be back soon.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Almost two weeks. They called me as you still got me as your emergency contact. Jackie and Matt had to take care of Scott’s funeral…”

“He called her I think…that night Scott called her.” You choke out. “This was my fault. Oh god, I said he needs to tell her, Dean. I was a bit tipsy and…fuck…she rejected him. I remember she told him he can’t do this to her, and Matt. Scott stormed out of the bar and wanted to drive away but I sat down in the passenger seat. I wanted to stop him, but he just pushed the car to the limit, and I saw the tree coming and then…nothing.” You sob and Dean squeezes your hand tightly.

“That was not your fault, Y/N. Scott decided to do this not you. Please don’t feel guilty.”

“You can go now, Dean. No need to stay here any longer. I know you hate hospitals.”

“I will not leave your side. Sam is talking to the doctor and when he tells us it’s okay we are going to bring you home. No discussions.” Dean states and you want to shake your head, but the pain won’t allow it.

“The last words leaving his lips were ‘it’s a cold world and we are all alone’.” You sniff.

“You’re not alone, Y/N. Please come home with me and Sammy. I’ll take care of you till you can beat the shit out of me again. I’m sorry for everything. I know I’m not good at admitting my feelings or showing emotions, but I’ve missed you so much.”

“Dean stop pretending you feel anything for me only as I’m injured. That’s not fair…”

“I ran after you that day. I was in shock and couldn’t move but then I ran after you but your car was gone. I’m an idiot and I was cold but please come back to me. You’re the best thing ever happened to me.” Dean pleas now and a single tear is rolling down his cheek.

----

Another week later the doctor let you finally leave the hospital. You tried to sneak out but Dean was already waiting outside your room to help you into a wheelchair.

“I’m going to bring you home and take care of yourself. Sammy got your car and stuff.” Dean asks.

“Was Jackie here?”

“No…” Dean whispers. His eyes tell you that Jackie and Matt blame you for Scott's death. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want to tell you…”

“They said it’s my fault – right?”

“I told them to fuck off. That wasn’t your fault, Y/N. Scott decided to drive while being drunk. You tried to stop him and got almost killed. They shouldn’t say anything like that.”

“I got drunk too, Dean.”

“I know…” Dean whispers kneeling in front of your wheelchair. He looks up at you as tears run down your cheeks. “You never drink that much, Y/N. What happened?”

“You happened. I was fine or rather I was close to moving on and then you popped up into my life once again and everything came back. I wanted to forget, and Scott suggested getting drunk.”

“See, it was his idea, not yours. Now let’s make one thing clear. This was not your fault it was Scott’s on fault.”

“Ready?” Sam asks your bag in his hands he looks down at you as you shake your head.

“I can’t come back with you, Sam. This is not my home any longer.”

“It is and I will not accept any arguments today or any other day. I will take you with me right now.” Dean mutters and Sam looks at you once again.

“Y/N?”

“I can’t walk properly right now.” You sigh. “I’m at his mercy I guess. When I’m better I can leave again.”

“You won’t leave! I will do anything. I can hug you, kiss you. How about doing this couple stuff? I got no clue what couples do but we could try to have ’brunch’ and stuff.” Dean suggests panicked you could leave.

“Brunch? Do you think I wanted to have brunch with you, Winchester? All I wanted was that you tell me I’m not a random girl, but you couldn’t give me that!”

“I was not ready! I mess up everything when it comes to women, but I want to try to make it right with you, Y/N. We could start with me telling you that you were never a random girl. I know it’s a bit late, maybe too late but you were always the most important woman in my life.” Dean stammers and you scoff.

“Sure…”

“You know I love the way you talk back and damn you are deadly with a crossbow. The explosive arrows! Holy cow I was turned on. We could blow up a thing or two…”

“Seriously? You want to blow up things with my crossbow?”

“Yeah. You looked like Lara Croft. I love her, sexy chick but you are hotter. Ass and all…”

“Dean…I would stop talking if I were you.” Sam chuckles seeing your angry expression.

“I’m not freaking Lara Croft, asshole!”

“You’re the sexy arrow firing huntress I love.” Dean blurs out and Sam’s mouth falls open. You could hear a pin fall to the ground right now. Dean is rubbing his forehead nervously as he picks you up.

“What the fuck?” You mutter as he carries you toward the exit. “Dean, let me down.”

“Not a chance. I will carry you to my car and we will talk things out. Scott was right, you know. It’s a damn cold world but we don’t need to be alone…”

To be continued…

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Track By Track: ‘FANDOM’ with Waterparks

Brii Jamieson – October 21, 2019

Because who better to explain 'FANDOM' than the lads in Waterparks?

So now that we've all had a chance to listen to Waterparks' new album 'FANDOM' and properly mull it over and digest it, we thought that this would be an opportune moment to go through the album in more detail. But rather than us explaining the themes and nuances of the songs on the album, we asked Waterparks to talk us through each track on 'FANDOM'. Here we go.

01. ‘Cherry Red’ Awsten Knight: “I had another demo that I was doing of [‘Cherry Red’], and the file got corrupted. And I was like, ‘Fuck’. I couldn’t open it anymore, and dragged in all the pieces of audio, and just made new tracks of audio. I was going to try and rearrange it to the way I had it, but I pressed play and it sounded like ‘Cherry Red’ when it kicks in. I was just in my room like, ‘Oh shit!’ I was like, ‘Well that’s that’.

“That was fucking wild - but that’s the start to the best album in the world. It gives hints to the last song, because that last song goes, ‘So I must be dead’, and this one’s like, ‘You know I’d die for you’ - get it?”

02. ‘Watch What Happens Next’ Awsten: “‘Watch What Happens Next’ is me just being all, ‘Fuck y’all’. Not all of y’all, just like, a lot of y’all. Most of y’all. All of y’all!

“I overthink shit, a lot of shit. I’m in a band. I overthink being in a band a lot. And one of those things that I’ve overthought is how most other genres are able to celebrate their successes, and it’s a very looked-down-on thing in ‘band world’ to talk about most shit besides feelings. It’s really weird, and it doesn’t really make sense. It’s naïve to pretend that that’s the only thing that exists, and also kind of bad because it panders to people that are just stuck in this cycle of being fucking sad all the time. It makes for mopey high school kids - like me!

“It’s about, in the same regard, how bands aren’t allowed to experiment as much with music as other kinds of people. This isn’t me shitting on it - this is me saying we should be allowed to do it. But hip-hop albums that I really love are super fuckin’ artsy, and if a band were to do that it would be like, ‘What the fuck are y’all doing?’ because when a band switches up the tiniest little thing, [fans] are not about it at all. And it’s super dogshit, it’s very weird, and I think it holds the genre back as a whole, so it was a very frustrating thing for me. So I wrote about it, as I tend to do.”

03. 'Dream Boy' Awsten: “‘Dream Boy’ is about fan expectations. It’s about being built into something, based on an idealised version of you - an unwarranted one, at that - where people look at you as a certain thing. They see you online as, ‘Oh, he’s this and this and this’, and they put what they need you to be into their heads. It’s built into this thing that you cannot live up to, and it’s ultimately going to lead to disappointment - on their end, and my end, because it doesn’t feel good to let people down. But that’s just what happens. Pop banger, dude!”

04. 'Easy To Hate' Awsten: “That one was a ‘Friendly Reminder’ song actually, but it was just a really good song and everyone said I should keep it, and I was just like, ‘Yo, you’re right’. It’s about a break up. Yeah.”

05. 'High Definition' Awsten: “You guys are gonna make me cry by the end of this, and I’m gonna be like, ‘I hope you’re happy with this feature and you get your clicks’. Here we go.

“‘High Definition’ was the latest set of lyrics written for the album - it was the last thing. It’s about not being able to get close to people, because of what we do, being gone all the time. Or, you know, starting to have some kind of stature and not trusting the people who hit you up, because people may not have done so much before.

“There’s a song that’s all, ‘Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me’ [Mike Jones’ ‘Back Then’] - but not in like a bragalicious way. It’s an, ‘I’m like really lonely, I hate all of this’, kind of way. It’s like that.”

06. 'Telephone' Awsten: “‘Telephone’ was written when I was super fucking depressed - surprise - and I was at Target. I saw a cute girl at Target, and instead of being like, ‘Sup’ - I would have never done that anyway - I went home and wrote a super obsessive love song, and it was so tight.”

Geoff Wigington: “He called me and was like, ‘Dude, I’ve just seen the prettiest person at Target, I don’t even know what to do - I can’t find them now. I think I’m just gonna go home and write about it’.”

Awsten: “Did that happen?”

Geoff: “Yeah!”

Awsten: “Alright. Either way, I also don’t remember what they look like anymore. Because I saw the responses when I said that were like, ‘What does she look like, blah blah blah missed connection’, and I honestly don’t remember. It was like, January 2018. Yeah, so that song’s that.

“There’s another reason that it almost wasn’t on the album - the original version was kind of pop-punk sounding, and I was like, ‘Fuck that’. But the other reason is, I was trying to decide if it takes away from the album - but it doesn’t though. Because with some of the other themes of the album, it counts as the sugar-spike in [‘Fandom’]. Because when you’re dealing with some shit, you have hard ups and downs, and it’s kind of like a manic thing. It’s lodged between ‘High Definition’ which is a very lonely, isolating song, then you’ve got the ‘AAAAAAH!’ (we pretend that ‘Group Chat’ isn’t a thing for a second), and we have ‘Turbulent’. So it’s between those guys. That’s how it’s meant to be. It’s like, low - very high - very low.”

07. ‘Group Chat' Awsten: “Let’s talk ‘Group Chat’ dude.” [They literally just performed ‘Group Chat’ here. That’s the whole thing].

08. ‘Turbulent’ Awsten: “I was like, ‘I’m done with break up songs dude, I’m over it’. Then I got re-mad at some new shit. Then I was like, ‘You know what though, if we’re gonna do this, it’s gotta be crazy different from everything else, sonically and lyrically’, so instead of approaching it like, ‘Eh’, it was like, ‘Fuck you nerd, I’m way tighter than all of this shit’. Oh my god, and then sonically it was just so dark and shiny and fast, and I was like, ‘This is the best’. [‘Turbulent’] was the turning point for ‘Fandom’ - that was the first thing made after being like, ‘You know what, that one is not going to work, we’re gonna start over’. That was the first thing, and then I was like, ‘Oh, this is what we’re supposed to be doing, alright’.”

09. 'Never Bloom Again' Awsten: “That song has been in the process of being written since 2015. I’ve got real old versions of that. But the thing is, it just kept evolving - I kept doing new verses, and changing things in the hook and stuff like that. And there was a version of it that was ready around the time of ‘Entertainment’ - it wasn’t quite the same, but the reason it wasn’t on there was because I was like, ‘If it’s only 10 songs, there shouldn’t be two acoustic. That might be overkill’.”

10. 'I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don't Wanna Die Anymore' Awsten: “‘I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Wanna Die Anymore’ is about missing having sex… but not wanting to die anymore. In the verses, I was just trying to talk directly to the fans - the first one that’s like, ‘Stop asking me that, don’t ask me that, I don’t wanna do that, I don’t wanna do that either’. It’s always somebody’s birthday. Always. But that song leaves nothing to be imagined… If somebody is like, ‘What’s that line mean?’, I’d be like, ‘Can you read?’. When I say all the lyrics in this album are a lot more blunt, this one is the perfect example of that.”

11. 'War Crimes' Awsten: “Oh. Bud-dy. Oh my lord. What a crazy song. Initially there was another version - or when I first started doing it, it was like a girly base and I was like, ‘Shut up Awsten! We’ve got way tighter shit to say’. It’s me venting about the past year and a half, but it’s like an overview of that time, and is just me bitching about all of it, because bitching is great.

“I mean, we’ve toured a lot, so we’ve experienced a lot with other bands. We’ve experienced a lot just with other people in general and how they are, and how they treat you when things suck - or when things are tight. Or how they treat me because I’m the singer, and he’s just the drummer!”

12. ‘[REBOOT]’ Awsten: “Oh man, that’s like the pettiest breakup song, but it’s so great. I sing so quick in that song, it’s really fun. I wanted that one to come out before [the album] because I worry when songs are towards the back of the album that they’re just not gonna be heard as much, and it’s just a little more sonically… I don’t wanna say low-key - but other songs slam, or I’m like screaming and shit. I wanted to make sure it got its highlight.

“And plus, shout out to those Marilyn Manson-sounding vocals in the chorus - because I didn’t want it to stay the same dynamically, but when we tried to make it go up it just sounded dumb. I was like, ‘Do you know what we have to do? We have to go gloomier. Just sink that bottom half with some real dark shit, some real minor stuff in there’. We made it sound just like Marilyn Manson and it was crazy, and I was like ‘there it is! Bop!’.”

13. ‘Worst’ Awsten: “‘Worst’ was written in March 2019. That’s a lie.

“‘Worst’ started the way most demos do - on the laptop. But then I got upset! And I went and walked to Starbucks and put it on YouTube one morning after seeing some stuff online, and left it unlisted for a minute because I knew our old label would be like ‘waaa’ about it. So I left it up for a minute on unlisted so if people had the link they could find it, but then I deleted the tweet. So I just let it circulate, and dude that shit had like 30,000 views, which back then was like, a lot - because that was back before ‘Entertainment’. Then they made me put it on private, because they found that and Felony Steve: rest in peace Felony Steve (he’ll be back). But then people kept re-uploading it, and one of them has like 400,000 something views right now, which is crazy. So I was just like, ‘I think I can do that song way fucking better’, and sonically it’s completely different now. Yeah, that song is fuckin’ tight. It’s one of the more genre-unique songs on the album.”

14. ‘Zone Out’ Awsten: “‘Zone Out’ came before ‘Dream Boy’ - it was stuck in my head for a long time, and finally I just recorded that chip-tune version of it, for me. But it was kind of ad-libby and shit. So once I got more of the lyrics together I did that. I was just listening to it on repeat because I was like, ‘This is so beautiful’, but then I was like, ‘You know what, this song should be like a full-on pop banger’, and then ‘Dream Boy’ happened. But it’s meant to be like a reflection at the end of the album, kind of like, after all this shit. And it’s kind of more shaky sounding, low… a little more sarcastic at that point.”

15. ‘I Felt Younger When We Met' Awsten: “What a fuckin’ hit. Yeah, that song, there was a version of it for ‘Friendly Reminder’, but it was just super light and it just didn’t do its job. I was like, ‘It’s just not impacting the way it needs to, so it needs to be rewritten’, and now it’s the fucking most insane intro on the entire album - oh my god. When we first got that at the studio, I was in the car with it and I was just like, ‘Woah’, turned it up way to loud, and just started it over when it got to the verse. So crazy.

“That song lyrically links back in to ‘Cherry Red’ - because it’s all meant to be very cohesive, even with the album art and stuff like that. Like the clock hands on the orange - that’s supposed to be the visual, and the ticking at the end represents that it’s about to start over again. Because it’s cyclical! Because guess what, dude? One of the fucking themes, part of the concepts of ‘Fandom’ is grief, and grief is a fucking loopy thing, it’s not a straight path - sometimes you gotta start over again. And you know what? The album did that: sonically, visually, conceptually. It’s a concept album, give us a five.”

https://www.rocksound.tv/features/read/track-by-track-fandom-with-waterparks

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I Fucking Knew It

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving at the Stilinski household and a certain guest catches Stiles’ attention.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

A sense of calm washes over Stiles Stilinski as he sets foot inside his Beacon Hills childhood home. The delicious aroma of turkey is wafting throughout and it immediately overtakes him. Not wasting any time, he hightails it towards the kitchen to visit with his favorite person of all time.

“Hey Mom! Happy Thanksgiving!”

Claudia beams at the sound of her son’s familiar voice and pulls him into a tight hug, “Hi honey! I’m so glad you made it home.”

“Me too.” He delivers with a warm smile before kissing her on the cheek.

Unfortunately Stiles has been missing in action lately, he hasn’t celebrated a holiday with his family in some time. His crazy consuming job at the bureau keeping his ass in Washington DC for the last year.

“Who’s coming today?” Stiles asks twisting the cap off of a frosty beer. “Anyone good?”

“Everyone! They’ll all be happy to see you.“

“Naturally.” He smirks before chucking a cube of cheese into his mouth, earning himself an eye roll from Claudia.

The house soon starts bustling as family and friends start to pile in with goodies in hand. The constant focus on Stiles is overwhelming him to say the least - how many times does he have to answer the same shit?

The agent sneaks away to the kitchen for alone time, only to find his long time best friends making out aka devouring each other, "What the fuck, guys. People eat in here.” He scrunches up his face at Scott and Alison.

Scott detaches from his girlfriend’s lips, “Yeah I was just about to eat something.” He winks making Alison giggle.

“Stop it right now. I refuse to be nauseous on Thanksgiving!” Stiles huffs loudly.

“Dude, chill...”

“No, McCall. There’s way too many delicious things to eat...”

Claudia grins walking into the room, the sound of the two boys bickering is oddly comforting. It’s finally feeling like old times again around here. The couple start laughing on their way out of the kitchen making Stiles finally smile with victory.

"The Andersons just came in the door.” Claudia informs checking on the cinnamon cookies in the oven. "Stiles go say hi to Y/N and see what she wants to drink.”

A confused expression breaks out on the agent’s face, "Who?” He moves around the corner, not prepared for what he’s about to see.

You’re easily the most gorgeous girl that Stiles has ever laid his eyes on and it makes his heart speed up. He’s been staring, not even aware until you break him out of his trance with a friendly wave. A nervous smile appears on his lips before rushing back into the kitchen.

"Smooth, moron.” Stiles groans to himself.

“What does she want?” Claudia wonders with her back to him.

“Huh?” Stiles says distracted.

“What does Y/N want to drink?” His mom sighs, wiping her hands on the apron that she’s wearing.

"I didn’t ask.” Stiles answers with a frown. "Who is she?”

Claudia halts her movements, locking eyes with her son like he’s a mad man, "She lived down the street, sweetheart. You two played video games constantly. Almost everyday.”

“Wait what…”

“I always had to yell about going out and getting some fresh air.” She finishes with a chuckle.

"That's…there’s no way that’s her.” Stiles adds with wide eyes, his mouth now turning dry.

“Yup. That’s her.”

“But she moved away in the eighth grade with her family. I never saw her again.” Stiles squints at his mother, trying to search for any signs of a lie.

“I know. She moved back about a year ago. You’d know that if you ever came home for the holidays.” Claudia sasses with a hand flying to her hip.

Stiles ignores his mom’s comment, too distracted when the image of you as a kid pops into his head. "She was such a tomboy. I forgot she was a girl most of the time.” Stiles adds surprised.

“Not anymore.” Mary sing songs, unable to hold back a laugh over her son’s deer in headlights look.

Stiles is unbelievably caught off guard, still not convinced that you’re the girl who he spent countless hours with. There’s really only one way to find out the truth. He’s going to test you. First he just needs to find the balls to approach you.

"Hi Mary!” You stroll into the kitchen wearing an infectious smile, not missing how your childhood friend tenses up.

“Hi sweetie! You look beautiful.” She greets, wrapping her arms around you for a hug.

Stiles gives you a quick smile when you turn towards him but it barely lasts before he looks away. Well this is strange, you’ve always heard that he’s such a ladies man. It definitely doesn’t seem it though.

You’re about to strike up a conversation with Stiles when Scott mischievously barrels into the room. Without warning, he hoists you up off the ground making you squeal in surprise. When he finally sets you down, you notice that Stiles has weirdly disappeared.

“Need any help?” You ask Claudia, giving Scott his cue to excuse himself before he’s put to work as well.

“You can move the cinnamon cookies onto a platter.” She gestures to the baking sheets behind her. "It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Stiles huh?”

“Yeah. Seems like forever ago.” You admit. “He seems sorta…quiet. Which I didn’t expect because I’ve heard that he’s a real charmer. And also always talking.”

Claudia bursts out laughing, "Yeah. I usually can’t get the boy to shut up. I think it’s because of you.” She playfully winks.

“Me?” You furrow your brows.

“My ridiculous son doesn’t believe that you’re the girl who grew up down the street.”

“Huh.” You giggle softly. “That’s funny.”

Stiles searches like crazy for his best friend, finally spotting him hanging out in the backyard. "Ya know the girl that you picked up in the kitchen?”

"Uh yeah…” Scott shoots him an amused look. "What about her?”

“My mom said that she’s the Y/N from when we were younger but it’s not, right?” Stiles studies his reaction closely.

Scott knows what he’s about to do is wrong but he can’t help himself, “Nah. Different Y/N. Your mom always gets the two confused, man.”

“That makes more sense! There’s no way that’s the same girl.” Stiles snickers at him.

Scott refrains from rolling his eyes, a smirk then appears when he sees you walking in their direction. His friend soon catches on, resulting in opposite reactions from each guy.

“Hey.” You grin wide at them, getting a friendly smile from Scott and an awkward one from Stiles.

A ringtone breaks the silence causing Stiles to veer off to the side to answer it. He starts pacing as he talks, his unusual amount of energy is definitely entertaining you.

"Is he always this weird, Scotty?”

“Yup.” He cracks a knowing smile. “It’s worse than normal because of you though.”

“That’s what his mom said too! I don’t get it.” You sigh watching Stiles.

Scott shrugs, "Just a heads up…he asked if you were really the Y/N from down the street. I may have lied and said no.”

“McCall!” You gasp causing you both to erupt into laughter.

“I know, I know. He makes it too easy sometimes.”

“Jeez. Was I that shitty looking back then?” You frown getting a shocked reaction from Scott.

“Not at all, Y/N.” He assures you. “You were just different than the other girls we were around. All they cared about was makeup and going to the mall. You were more into sports and video games.”

"Yeah that’s true…”

“Plus you always wore your brother’s clothes for some reason.” Scott chuckles at the memory.

“Yeah well…I hated all the girly shit back then. My brother’s t-shirts had skulls and stuff so I liked them. My mom wouldn’t buy them for me.” You explain with a giggle.

Stiles ends his call and heads back over to you both, the action makes Scott suddenly announce that he needs more beer. Awesome. Now you and Stiles are standing here alone.

So…you gonna talk to me or run away again?” You speak up with a giggle.

Stiles hesitates then rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t run away, Y/N.”

You shrug lazily, “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

Stiles’ demeanor instantly shifts, he smugly cocks his head at you, "Oh please, sweetheart. No one would believe you.”

Well shit. There’s the Stiles that you’ve heard so much about. That seems to break the ice and you both continue on with the small talk. But in the back of Stiles’ mind, he keeps wondering if maybe you are the girl from his childhood.

Back then you two were very competitive and constantly played Mario Kart on Wii. He always picked Mario and you always picked Luigi. You both would trash talk all day about whose choice is better.

Even when you weren’t playing, Stiles would randomly exclaim “Mario!” making you always shout “Luigi!” in response. He finally decides it’s now or never to man up and test you about his possible theory.

“Mario.” Stiles states casually, no doubt now eyeing you.

“What?” You play dumb like a pro but it’s literally killing you to not scream "Luigi”.

“Um…”

“Did you say Mario?” You quirk an eyebrow at the brunette. He clears his throat loudly with a slight redness flushing his cheeks.

“Uh...”

“Who’s that?” You question innocently.

Stiles shakes his head at you, "Never mind.” He’s now avoiding eye contact and it’s the cutest thing ever.

You offer him a kind smile and continue to pretend that you’re clueless. Up until a minute ago, the dynamic between you and Stiles drastically improved. It definitely helped when he became less scared of you.

You find yourself sneaking peeks at Stiles, his handsome features almost leaving you breathless. Of course he’s guilty of doing the same thing, trying hard not to get caught.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Stiles inquires with a boyish grin.

“I’d love to.” You sweetly peck his cheek then start walking backwards. "I’m gonna run inside and grab us a snack. Ok?”

You spin around fast, not allowing Stiles to respond before you rush off towards the deck. After a quick glance at him, you start climbing up the stairs and then pause at the slider door. Without a second thought, you peer over the deck railing and call Stiles’ name.

"One more thing…”

“Yeah?”

“Luigi!” You exclaim proudly before booking it into the house with a laugh.

Stiles’ mouth drops open at your confession, "I fucking knew it.” He chuckles to himself.

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123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

Warning this has some NSFW content so scroll past if that’s not your thing!

He’s a good man my husband even though he’s done and or doing terrible things he’s never done anything terrible to me. I do not fear him especially when he’s in his darkest form. I’m surprised he can’t roar. I’m 7 months pregnant due with our 6th a boy. We are going to call Arthur So we’ll have an Archer and Arthur.Lately, he’s been suffering, easily agitated a little jumpy he gets that way when I’m getting closer to my due date. Originally I had thought I would give birth sooner but I guess this isn’t how this pregnancy works. Our children age kinda fast. Then slow down or something slows them down anyway. Anyway M.K’s been suffering I know he sneaks off to watch porn when he thinks I’m asleep and the kids are asleep. In the computer room above our bedroom. It’s like a little oasis up there it has a massage table candles a massage chair. And a Desk off to the far end of the room. We were very sexually active in the beginning of my pregnancy but it’s fallen away a bit due to his concerns of doing something to the baby.

Also, I’ve felt ill again in my second trimester so that had him a little frustrated never held it against me but I know he gets cranky if he hasn’t gotten any in a while. And He himself was due for a dark episode and I was in a mood.

I picked a day he was working, He comes home late around 11- 11:30 more like teleports but whatever. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep sometimes I am asleep. Pregnancy makes me tired. I fell asleep in one of my silk night robes after a nice warm shower. It was winter it’s freezing. Once he cleared out of the bedroom had his shower and headed upstairs to “dry off” I waited for him to get settled before I followed him up the stairs.

I waited for the moment he was completely relaxed and was really getting into it. Before I made my move. I went in to wrap my arms around his neck kiss around his neck and ear lobe but before I could get that far he produced the most girly squeals of shock and surprise I’ve ever heard. I leaned closer to his ear.“Oh? Did I scare you big boy?

” I proceeded to allow my lips to become a little frisky along the side of his neck and ear causing an earring to jingle quietly as I fiddled. I frisked him a bit more my hands reaching down inside that half-open housecoat and ran my hands along that burly chest of his.

Moving myself off to the side of his chair I reached down and glided my hands over his soft leg fuzz and coaxed out his eager hard shaft from under that fluffy hiding place that he I don’t know was he trying to keep it warm or something? With gentle taps and strokes it literally sprung out on its own

He tilted his head toward me drawing me into a short passionate series of kisses. I had my eyes closed for the better half of the moment I didn’t realize he had changed losing himself to his dark form.. obviously supercharged by not getting any … and any blood lately.

But I am a generous lover and a generous wife. His breathing was unsteady, pent up excited almost completely forgetting the whatever it was he was watching to get off. His attention was on something far better something he could touch rather than himself ..me.

With one swift push to his chair, I pushed it up to the wall as he swiveled around to face me Chair facing the left away from the computer. I wasted no more time … The poor thing it was so swollen.

On my knees my hands ran up his calves causing him to flinch before I traced my lips along the darkened shaft of his fat cock as he had lost himself to his dark form due to the building excitement. while my hands tenderly began to tenderly squeeze and tug his coin purse teasing his head my tongue doing circles my other hand gently pressed and rubbed his perineum with one finger I could feel him tensing up then relaxing as I edged him closer and closer. Slurping and sucking away at that dick that wanted to fuck me so badly.

I’m not into the whole butt plaything but he is and I’ve had him whimpering like some dirty dog being kept from some bitch in heat outside. When I’ve tried it

That prostate shit is no joke I didn’t think he was going to stop cumming one time. He was actually able to sleep after that something he rarely does.

I stopped just as he was getting really close.

Oh, he hates that, it’s literally the worst kind of hell what kind of wife doesn’t let her husband cum? I’m the type that wants her husband to cum on her and if he’s been real good in her.

“ Oh g- why’d I mean -please, don’t stop..” His voice stuttered I untied my robe and allowed it to fall to the floor.

The slightly chillier air made my nipples immediately hard and my skin covered in goosebumps. It wasn’t the most insulated room but hey the floor was heated so that was a plus. He didn’t hesitate to pop a titty in his mouth and suck . his tongue rolling and flicking a nipple while his other hand toyed with the other.I threw my head back. When pulled away he wiped his bottom lip. “Not bad.” I blushed. My milk had come in.

it has been like that for a few weeks now. His gaze was intense. I didn’t want to look at him it was only going to turn me on even more.

I wasn’t straddling him on the chair for long maybe a minute until it ended up breaking under both our weight … “Smooth “ he grinned with a chuckle as a hand reached up and massaged my breast again. As I fell ontop of him causing him to hit his head slightly. As the chair slipped out from under us and pieces of the rolling chair went everywhere leaving only his ass in the seat, or what was left of it.

“Are you okay?” I said with a laugh while feeling fat at the same time.”

“ Are you okay?” is my question Not the first time I hit my head on something.”

“ At least you got some head..” I joked. “Good one.” he snorted. As he reached up and caressed my cheek with a thumb with his huge clawed hand. I felt awkward for a moment kind of embarrassed about it.

With my face still flushed with embarassment, I was determined to pull a smooth recovery but he just moved over top of me forcing me on my back and pinned me under being so surprisingly gentle in this form He could tell I was upset about it though I went quiet. He turned my face to look at him. His red eyes piercing into my soul “Were both pregnant don’t forget.”

He lifted my chin up kissed me his other hand cradling my head He wrapped my legs around his waist without saying another word and slid inside me a little challenging considering he himself was sporting a pudge that was getting bigger. We had some pretty intense floor sex after that. Incident.

#hunksims

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 5 years

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Tel Aviv 2019: Straight outta Denmark to Eurovision with a cute multilingual jingle

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Dansk Melodi Grand Prix is... a NF I don’t really have anything to say about. Like, you expect me to rile up 3 big paragraphs about the pre-NF dramas and what-not, but honestly... what’s the point.

Well, aside from the fact people did not really get excited over the lineup this year. Me neither from the names alone, actually. Even last year was more interesting to look at despite with another lineup of songs you can’t give a fuck about and then move on - I noticed they had Sannie who used to be known as Whigfield (”Saturday Night” <3333 the duck quacks <333), Ditte Marie (anyone remembers “Overflow” from 2012?) and Albin Fredy (which seems to be the same Albin that brought me my one of the two DMGP 2013 favourite songs, “Beautiful to Me”???). This year was a big “WHO IS SHE?? WHERE DID YOU FIND HER???”, so I just left DMGP in the corner where it picked cobwebs until not too long ago when someone got chosen.

Well, this NF keeps being a NF where I don’t personally feel too emotionally fucked about any of them entries, so that’s a big plus in my book, which will mean that I won’t throw a “THIS WAS ROBBED!!!1″ post on Denmark NF-wise... at least this year and the last year because I really loved “Venter” in 2012 and the said “Beautiful to Me” and “Invincible” in 2013 (I also liked “Only Teardrops” but I was mad its victory was so obvious xD). As for why I like it when the NFs don’t toy with my feelings, A Dal 2019 is an obvious demonstration, but more on that on my Hungarian writeup, which is significantly longer than this one - that’s how much of a demonstration it is.

Anyway, let’s talk about the chosen song, shall we? Performed by a smol skater girlie Leonora (Jepsen), here comes “Love Is Forever”, which was co-penned by the ever-so-notorious Lise Cabble - the champ-mastress of writing Eurovision songs for the Danes (by that I mean she wrote their 1995 entry... and then none of her entries got chosen for ESC until 2011 lol). And this is a significally softer turn of hers compared to “Only Teardrops” - ever since Anna Ritsmar in 2018′s DMGP, she tends to write cute, acoustic tunes sung by young ladies with their lil cute and lil crispy voices. “Love Is Forever” is just that, tbh.

Well THAT and also it sounds like a lovely acoustic background song for those funny photos/student quotes/test answers/etc. compilation videos on Youtube (I actually am talking about the channel Scoop, because other kinds of compilation videos use Youtube Audio Library-like pop songs or something straight off NoCopyrightSounds). Or the theme song for a TV programme for animals. Or the theme song for a children's programme they show at hospitals. There's so many places you can insert it into, I guess. At the same time it feels like a cupcake with pink frosting that tastes nice. And a cup of warm cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles. It's a delightful bite. Yum.

Realistically though, the song itself has an easy noddable-along-to rhythm, cute violin string plucks, the capability to melodically progress to sound even more joyful (I mean, the chorus just adds more and more layers of brass as it keeps repreating, just giving it a bit more of a typical Scoop channel background music material), the D flat major key of this song’s uplifts the spirits of this whole shebang and it also somehow includes lines in some more languages than expected in a Danish song ever, how odd it seems like??? And it’s especially given that we haven’t really heard Danish in a song since like what, 1997?? We only got “shout insh’allah” and “taka stökk til hærri jörð, taka” ever since then, and these aren’t remotely Danish lines. But this year we’re getting some Danish, and French, and even German. Feeling the love in multilingual. L’amour est pour toujours, y’all! Liebe IST für alle da!

There are also people that aren’t buying into the song all that much because Leonora looks way too creepy to sell a song about love love peace peace, like someone emerging out of a demented cabaret. I suppose that other people think that this song was forced onto Leonora when she didn’t really want it, and now has to pretend that we have to spread love to the world, make friendships with others, don’t get too political, and then act all supercool about it. The saddest bit that she does sound like that person that would sing a song like that... young, with a passion for skating, looks like a person that could probably hug you when you least expect it, the one that posts light purple sweater pictures with a glitter effect applied to them on Tumblr, the one who would wear white mittens with a giant red snowflake painted on/knitted into them... I don’t know if that’s all Leonora wanted to compete with in DMGP to make a breakthrough with her singing career after skating so darn much, and if she even believes in what is she singing (this is my rare reminder of the war situation in Israel that’s going on, and I’ll probably never have to speak of this again in any writeup, hopefully. Yeah sure, love is for ever...), but I somehow buy it, sue me. Those acoustics and that touch of brass instruments won me over.

So my final thoughts on this song is that it’s a joyball with that kind of song message so overused I cannot be angry on it because it’s not slapped on a dreary Russian peace ballad - it’s a singer-songwriter-esque small showtune, which makes it all seem a lot different because love is cute and this song is cute. So I guess I have no issues with it, whereas I can’t stand the aforementioned Russian peace ballads all that much because if you remove the good singers singing it, they’re cliché af; “Wars for Nothing” (Hungary 2015) sounded too innocent while having a full gun tree serving as a backdrop for them and if you looked too much into Boggie’s eyes, you could very well feel her penetrating your soul with war imagery; and Iceland last year was a knock-off Russian peace ballad that sounded too good to be unbearably dreary and the vocalist wasn’t even a belting girl. So yeah, I like it. More adorable songs about spreading love, less overdone ballads about world peace.

Thing is though, why did she really dress like a barista from a late-night-open cocktail club? I get that looking like a princess à la Maria Olafs won't cut it anymore as it would look way more saccharine, but Leonora is up like she's there to serve you your damn drink as soon as possible so she could go outside for a small smoke break, not to advertise love. Watch me make "when you have Eurovision at 9 and job at a cocktail bar at 11" memes on the night of the 16th. Seriously, her image barely even fucking suits the song!

Approval factor: Well, one of my faves won DMGP again, for the 2nd time in a row, so why wouldn’t I approve? ^_^ Love from me is forever!

Follow-up factor: For Denmark it kind of seems like a decent follow-up? For all those out here that remember Denmark as the nation that plagiarises every other entry, it would just seem logical for them to finally send a generic royalty free ukulele song for Youtube videos. Which is spectacular! No one knows which song did this one exactly plagiarize - the entire concept was ripped off! Jokes aside, it’s an interesting one after Rasmussen. After a song that urges you to lay your weapons down in a war and go find higher ground more peacefully, we’re now getting a morale on the fact that love is for ever and everyone. Isn’t it sweet. I’d rather these than a bland love song about laying down armours and guns. ^_^

Qualification factor: depends. For now I feel like writing it off because to the 1% of the people who’ve already heard this song beforehand and hate this song, the whole thing feels like “love :) is :) forever :) please love everyone you little shit :) :) :)”. To some others however, like Luke Malam from ESCXtra, it’s a song that definitely makes them feel the love being forever, just like “yaaaay we love each other and the world yaaaay!!! ^o^”, so it’s perhaps a bit of a mixed bag. I wanna see it through though, just as much as I want to see Lithuania, about which I will be talking next in these write-ups. But I see it very much so as a borderline because... idk, just a gut feeling. Sometimes songs that ooze loveliness just don’t quite get themselves across the other hand side of the viewer thus they don’t really qualify, for example, Finland 2012, another song sung by a lady better known as a sportswoman rather than a singer (but maybe that’s just because there was too much intimacy of hers with her and her celloist’s mom, and she looked too awkward to pass the intimacy to the viewers so they too could feel the loving bond and the life metaphors coming from a Finnish entrant singing in Swedish). For now from me it’s a positive borderline. Yes, I think that it probably will make it and we’ll see that large Ikea chair prop with many people swaying to the rhythm on it next to Leonora on Saturday as well.

NATIONAL FINAL BONUS

Even with me not having much to say about DMGP, I will go ahead and cherrypick the favourite songs from the event:

• The big favourite of mine this year was brought by Julie & Nina, who served a bilingual schlager-like midtempo track, “League of Light”. Hats off to sounding properly Eurovision-y but without using a “rent-a-NF-songwriter” songwriter for to write this! It’s soaring, majestic, somewhat memorable and inclused Greenlandic. Yeah. Do you believe that this would have been a year where we could’ve gotten more exotic Language spins? Now we have lost both Aboriginal and Greenlandic out of Eurovision, hopefully just for this year so the languages can return again sometime. I’m proud of these women being so courageous and delighting some that really wanted schlager pop that still can click with some that are bored of Eurovision NF schlager cliches. Oh and this song is in A flat minor, probably one of my favourite keys in music. Not too bad, everything this was, although the aggression they transmitted through the song during their live DMGP performance kiiiiinda made them looked like pissed-off housewives imo?

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• Them both and this guy below, Sigmund, were picked to the superfinal to compete against Leonora. What was Sigmund’s contribution and why did he deserve to be there so much? Well, I really love his colourful flamboyant electropop track that has piano influences, “Say My Name”, which lyrically reflects on the song’s protagonists big power that he will probably have if only the invisible force Sigmund’s singing to would just “say [his] name”. And I definitely think he deserved his spot over some really nice pop entries that the fandom definitely overrated. Oh and the song is in A flat minor too. Maybe I’m biased, maybe I’m not. You judge. >:)

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• See, I don't feel like talking about the DMGP songs this year. It's a cool bunch of songs that some of them I like but nothing quite outstanding to talk about beyond those I already have paragraphs for. Well maybe you'd like to look up the entries by Humorekspressen (for to get a pub singalong song) and Jasmine Gabay (for to get yet another Latino-influenced Havana club track). But that's it. Here from me the last one you'll be getting is Simone Emilie with her teen-flavoured light radiofriendly dance-ish song "Anywhere". Why didn't it do better despite having the power to click with the Eurofans quite much? Well, maybe it's because her backdrop and the fairytale-esque dress went for another kind of atmosphere than it was required to have on the song.

• I don't know, I just find this particular winning reaction shot funny. Not sure if she's yawning or being like "yaaaazs bitchesss ;) 😄 ✨" in here. I gotta say - her lipstick was definitely on fleek that night.

That guy below her takes the cake at making this shot memorable too. Do you want the invisible meal Leonora is about to take a bite of too?

And besides that moment I don’t really have any on-show moments besides songs that were somewhat memorable. Why do Danes always have to be this vanilla in the Nordic country barrage, I will never get. That’s it. That’s their crime. Of being average. And being sued for plagiarism a lot in the past.

For now I’d just wish Leonora good luck in Tel Aviv and show ‘em that love can and will prevail before hatred does, if only people remember to love... ah wait, wrong kind of philosophy.

#eurovision 2019 #tel aviv 2019 reviews #denmark 2019 #leonora #love is forever #denmark

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writingismyhappytime · 7 years

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Kiss the Devil (Part 11)

Warnings: Language

A/N: I’m just going to leave this free content right here.

(Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9 Part 10)

Maybe this had been a mistake.

You'd given it a few days, but you'd grown restless just hanging on the bus, so you'd said you were totally fit to play again. You'd lied. Oh sweet god. Someone had been kind enough to supply you with a stool, so you're on stage sitting while everyone else moves around, and while your rib is basically screaming at you, you're doing quite well. You might miss a note here and there, but not enough to fuck up the song. You'd been keeping to the bus, so today is the first day you'd been out and about. You'd covered your bruises up with a thick layer of concealer, but you don't think it hid them very well. Plus the fact your wrists are bandaged and you're walking gingerly kind of gave away something had happened to you. But no one had the balls or care to ask. You're so ridiculously relieved when the set is over you almost fall off the stool, hastily making your way side stage before anyone else can move to help you. One of your techs quickly helps you the your guitar off, and you let your breath go in relief at the missing pressure. You lean up against one of the metal columns, grimacing. "You okay?" Becca asks, coming to your side, and you nod your head quickly. "Yep." "Do you need to sit down? Something to drink?" "No, I'm fine," You're a little annoyed at how attentive she's trying to be; you can't tell if it's genuine or not. Riley, your drummer, keeps his distance from you, averting his eyes and pretending you don't exist while Shannon blows a hug bubble of gum, already searching for her phone. At least those two aren't pretending they give a shit about you. "I'm gonna head back to the bus," you huff, straightening. "I'll see you guys later." "Okay." You can feel her eyes on you as you walk away, and you have to admit it's a little unnerving. You keep your sunglasses on as you walk, trying to just get through the crowd and back to the bus before anyone stops you. You're not very good at not being noticed, it must be the hair. You're a little irritated when someone stops you, some teeny bopper fans begging for a photo, too excited to meet you to ask why you're scowling at them. You force a quick smile at the camera one holds, getting a selfie with the two of them before saying you really gotta go, so wonderful to meet them, adios. No one had ever been so excited to meet you before; but that's probably because they didn't know what a dick you are. Still, you're a little flattered. Your boots crunch against the gravel as you reach the parking lot, huffing by the time you make it to your bus. You lean against it a moment, grimacing. Fuck your side hurts. ~~~~~ Ricky sits on his bunk, gazing down at his phone thoughtfully. He'd googled you, just to see what he could find; you don't have any social media accounts that he can find, and it's like you didn't exist before joining your current band. Well, other then your DJing. He frowns. Why did you come out of nowhere? Who are you? Is Kree even your real name!? His phone suddenly buzzes, and he glances down as he sees your name pop up on his screen, the generic background gray and dark. He needs a profile pic of you, he hates the default ones. He's starting to think that any mention of your named summoned you.

You: do you wanna come over to my bus? I'm all alone... Ricky: you're like half dead rn You: so what I'm not hot now that I'm mildly broken? Ricky: you're hot... but you're like a wild, injured beast and I'm not sure if you want me to come over to cuddle or because you're going to slit my throat and sacrifice me to heal yourself You: I hate it when you know my plans ahead of time.

Ricky reluctantly chuckles. You're sense of humor definitely hadn't gone anywhere.

Ricky: do u need anything? I'll b over in a few You: a steak would be great thanks Ricky: Doritos it is then ~~~~~ You and Ricky sit on the couch of the bus, your head against his shoulder as something plays on the TV across from you, neither of you watching it. Taking those pain pills really helps you, and Ricky isn't going to say no when you want to make out, either. He's just afraid to touch you, worried he'll hurt you, and you're irked you're in this kind of position. You know whatll heal you right up, but you're reluctant to do it. If you'd go out and get yourself a soul, the deal would fix your injuries. Just a perk of being a collector. But you don't want to do that. You're enjoying not hunting, instead just spending time with Ricky and almost pretending everything is normal. It's a nice change of pace for you. But your rib really fucking hurts too. You sigh as his lips leave yours, his fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear. "I hate that that happened to you," he mutters, his fingers trailing down the dark splotches on your cheek with a frown. "I can't understand why someone would attack you." "Money, why else?" You grumble, flushing a little as you straighten. "Everything is always about money anymore." "I guess. But why kidnap you and physically hurt you?" "Because they're assholes, that's why. I escaped, so obviously they were trying to stop me." Talking about it makes you uncomfortable, you don't like the memory. "Can we not talk about this?" "Er, sorry." Ricky looks away, cheeks tinging. So much about you just doesn't make sense, he wants to figure you out. Didn't you say you were from New York? How did you join up with a band mostly out of Chicago? You're not close to your family, but you had a sister. You're in your early twenties, you're an amazing bassist.... He feels like everything he knows about you is generic, like he doesn't really know you. And he doesn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to handle the truth about you. You'll never tell him, you see no reason too. You'll end up disappearing when the band stops touring, falling off the face of the planet, maybe go overseas for a bit again; perhaps hang with Yoltan for a few years. Anything to get away. "So what do you want to be when you grow up?" Ricky asks you, playing with your hair as you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arm around his slim waist. You smile slightly, your eyes closing. "I wanted to be a nurse." "Really? You're not much of a people person." "I used to like people," you yawn, burrowing closer. "But then I learned how much they suck." He can't argue that. "I thought I wanted to be a fire fighter until I was twelve. Then I learned how much I didn't like the heat." "Figures. I figured you'd want to be an underwear model." "Nah. I'm too badass for that; I get more girls this way." "So you think." His lips twitch. "So when did you have your first kiss?" "Why? Wish it was you?" "Yup. I wanna go back in time and kiss you before anyone else can." He kisses your hair, inhaling the scent of your blackberry shampoo; wow that smells great. "I was nineteen, actually." "Really?" Rickys actually startled; how ---? How did you wait so long? "The first boy I ever kissed was.... well, I guess it doesn't matter." "Why do you say that?" "I dunno. I used to be a really nice person," your eyes ghost open, a little glazed from your medication, but also a little sad. "I can't think of him without thinking how stupid I was, how naive back then." "How were you naive?" Ricky absently runs his fingers through your hair, bothered. "I thought nothing bad would ever happen to me, that I was going to have a fairy tale wedding and have lots of babies and a dog and be a happy housewife." Your voice is bitter. "It didn't turn out that way." Rickys quiet, not quite knowing what to say. He wants to ask what happened, what was so horrible that it skewed your view of the world so terribly, but he's hesitant; he doesn't want to being up bad memories. "Have you ever loved anyone, Ricky?" You suddenly ask, your head tilting back so you can meet his eyes. "I mean, really, really loved them?" "No." "I have, or at least I thought I did. It sucks. Don't do it, don't ever fall in love," you shake your head, his fingers stilling in your hair. "It's the worst thing you can do." "Why?" "Because nothing lasts forever, and the person you love is either going to leave you or die, and either way it makes your chest ache like there's a huge black hole in it, and nothing you do makes it better, time doesn't either. All you have left are memories, and eventually those go away too." Wow. Intense. Ricky stares down at you, chest tightening at your aggrieved tone, at what you went through. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "For whatever happened that --- well, that made you think that way." You just press your lips into a thin line, not going to elaborate, not wanting to think about it anymore. You don't need a trip down memory lane. ~~~~~~~ "So how's the girlfriend?" "She's not my girlfriend." "You're sure spending a lot of time with someone who isn't your girlfriend." "We're just friends." "Ahuh. Friends don't make out like you two do." "I, we ---," Ricky hesitates, and Chris snorts, shaking his head. "Dude, you know I don't care what you do, but.... be careful, alright? She seems nice enough, but there's something off about that chick." He doesn't have to remind Ricky of that. Ricky looks away, not responding, not knowing how too. He's worried about you, and he's not sure why. You've been through some shit, obviously, had some really bad luck in your seemingly few years. He kind of wants to do something nice for you, something to lift your spirits, but he's not sure what. Did you like cake? Flowers? All that girly stuff? Hmm. He needs to do something, anything, that'll make you feel better. And that didn't involve Ryan going all fangirl on you; you didn't seem to mind him chatting your ear off about music, but it also isn't the best time in your condition. No one had asked why you're bandaged up and walking strange, favoring your left side, but Ricky figures they will eventually and you didn't want anyone knowing what happened. Did you think it would make you look weak? You're one of the most badass people he knows. Just rather.... morbid. ~~~~~~~ "I don't know!" You hiss worriedly into your cellphone, casting a nervous glance around as you begin to pace the length of your tour bus. "I can't exactly sketch them!" "You're the only one of us who's seen their faces," Yoltan tells you. "We need some idea of what they look like so we can defend ourselves better." "What, you can't just stay away from all men in general? I know they're your favorite but ---." "(Y/N), enough with the attitude," Yoltan snaps, and you quiet immediately, even stopping where you are. "This is serious. Ysolde, the collector from France --- she's dead. Beheaded. Those men who came after you aren't the only ones in the world, I don't know how many they're are, but it's making the bosses uneasy." Eh.... No one likes uneasy demons. You sighed, chewing your lip a few moments in thought. "Ugh, fine, I'll see what I can do." "Thank you," Yoltan sounds relieved, and you wonder if the demon hadn't been putting pressure on him or something. "This will be a big help, (Y/N)." "Yeah yeah ---- shit, Ricky! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" You gasp, your entire body jerking as you just see him out of the corner of your eye. "I gotta go." You quickly hang up the phone, stowing it in your pocket and grimacing as your side reminds you that it's damaged. You turn to look at Ricky, seeing his quirked eyebrow. "Sounded like an interesting phone call." He comments, and you notice he's keeping one hand behind his back. You eye him warily. "My calls always are. What are you hiding?" It's making you nervous. Talking about those hunters set you on edge, and you know you need to be a little more wary then you are if they decide to come back after you. Ricky grins, and you tense as he shifts, bringing his arm from around his back and ---- flowers? You blink, a dumbfounded look on your face as you stare at the purple and yellow flowers in front of you. "Flowers?" You ask, reaching for them slowly, and Ricky nods, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Yeah, I... I didn't know which kind you liked, so I just got the purple ones. I hope you like them." You've had men and women give you flowers before, sometimes bouquets of Fifty or more to show their undying affection for you when you're after their soul, but none of them had ever been.... It hadn't been because they genuinely liked you, it had been because they liked the person you were pretending to be. It only occurs to you then that you're completely yourself around Ricky, you're not trying to play on his interests or likes, you've not actively tried to woo him. He just... likes you. For you. And for some reason that makes your eyes burn. You lift them to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent, touched at the gesture more then any other. You look at Ricky, seeing his eyes trained on you, uncertain. You don't say anything, you just impulsively throw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as the flowers hang over his shoulder. Ricky hesitates before his hands lightly close around your hips, a little thrown off by your reaction. He'd expected either a sarcastic answer or for you to just not like them or the gesture, not a kiss like this. Not that he's complaining. He's only had sex with you once, it's not like there's been time for more, but it's moments like these when he wishes more then anything you were healthy. "Aren't you two a lovely sight." Huh? You reluctantly pull your lips from Rickys, both of you looking over to see a man you don't recognize. Ricky merely groans. "Dude, come on; can you be an asshole somewhere else?" "Nope. The bus is leaving, Olson, time to go. Tell your girlfriend bye. We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago." Ricky sighs, a grimace on his face as he leans up from you. "It's my band manager," he explains, your eyes flicking over as the man crosses his arms impatiently. "I gotta go. I'll see you at the next venue." "Alright," you pout, slowly drawing yourself away from him. Ricky chuckles, and he gives your lips another swift kiss before he takes off, he and the manager disappearing. Huh. You look down at the flowers in your hand, putting them to your nose again, the plastic wrapped around them crinkling. That's so sweet. You find you're smiling as you step onto the bus, heading for the kitchenette and searching for a big cup to put them in. You know they won't last long on the bus, especially not with so many people in such a tiny space, so you're just going to treasure them while they last. Just like you're going to treasure him while you can. ~~~~~ "You realize this is probably your first smoke all day," Balz says, leaning on the bus as he stands outside with Ricky. They're at the venue, it's dark and the streetlights are on, and at the moment everyone is just relaxing. "I haven't had time," Ricky shrugs, cupping his hand around the flame, inhaling deeply before slowly letting it go. "Today's been really busy." "You spent three hours picking out flowers, that's why it's been busy." Ricky scowls at him. "I did not." "You did too. I'm glad you finally found some, it was beginning to be a bit annoying. You know I have allergies." "You didn't have to come with me." "I know, but I wanted too. You really like this chick don't you?" Balz asks, genuinely curious. He's seen you, but he's never talked to you, probably won't either. Ricky might not know it, but it's obvious how obsessed with you he is. Balz has never seen him buy flowers for anyone before. Except maybe his mom but that doesn't count. "I guess," Ricky flicks his ashes. "You 'guess?' Don't bullshit me, dude. I know you way too well. Do you even know what her name is?" "Seriously, Balz?" "You can sleep with someone and not know their name." Ricky flushes, shaking his head and looking down. How the fuck did Balz know the two of you had slept together already? Ricky hadn't told anyone, and he knows you didn't. Is he that obvious? "So where is she from?" Balz is half-grinning, a little amused by Rickys embarrassment; he'd figured Ricky had already slept with you, he wasn't going to say it but you had quite the reputation for getting around. He's just surprised you and Ricky are still even a thing. "New York." "She doesn't have an accent to be from there." Ricky shrugs, he has no idea, maybe you'd lost it. You seem to travel around a lot, and people tend to lose their accents after a while. "What's her favorite color?" "Purple." "Yeah, I guess that one's kind of obvious. Does she like horror movies?" "Dude, what's with the interrogation?" Ricky frowns at Balz. "Why do you care?" "I just wanna know a little more about her, why she's suddenly the center of your attention is all." Ricky snorts; he has no idea, so if Balz figures it out maybe he'll pass on the information. He doesn't know why he likes you, you're just..... there's.... Fuck, he doesn't know. He doubts you know either. "It's getting cold," he mutters after a moment, glancing at Balz. "Let's go in. And I swear to god if you spray me with febreeze ----." Balz laughs, climbing up the bus steps ahead of him, discreetly knocking the febreeze bottle off the table when he goes to sit down; that totally hadn't been his intention... Ricky casts a glance behind him with a frown. He actually isn't cold, he has a warm jacket on, it's just he's getting that eery feeling again, like someone's watching him. He can't place it, the parking lot is mostly empty, just a few other buses around, but his skin is crawling, just like it had before. Someone's out there, he just knows it. ~~~~~ The collector watches from the shadows as the men step back onto their bus, laughter spilling out into the night. Hmm He looks down at his list, at the names crossed off of it, finding yours is one of the few still remaining. You'd gotten away from his associates, you clever little girl, but they were never supposed to actually hurt you; he'd had them under orders to just kidnap you, put you somewhere safe until he could deal with you. And now there's a big stir, you'd seen his associates faces, reported them to the police. What a mess. He knows eventually he'll have to take you out, end your collecting days for good before more innocents are hurt, but you seem to be on hiatus at the moment. Because of that boy. So, he supposes, he can just keep working down his list, snatching collectors and offing them, causing the demons to be in a uproar. He doesn't mind, he's old, and hes been waiting for a long time. He's patient. His eyes barely flicker as a new man joins him in the dark. "So she is with him, then?" "I found them kissing after he gave her flowers, so she seems to genuinely like him." "Keep watching them, keep me updated. I want to know if she strays from him to find other souls. How are her injuries?" "Healing slowly, like a human. She's not collected a soul to heal herself." "Good. Interesting." Collectors don't stray too long from their job, the demons would intervene after a while, so you'll have to head back to work soon. Still, if you're preoccupied with the boy, the collector will let you have your fun, let you live a normal life. He wants you to have as much time as possible before it's too late for you, before your own soul becomes forfeit. "Sir?" "Yes." "How long do I have to remain their band manager? I only volunteered because you said it would be an easy job." "You'll remain their manager until their tour is over," the collector glances at the other man. "It's thanks to you we've found two collectors so far so close in the vicinity. Who knows how many others prowl the music industry?" "I don't even like this kind of music." "You don't have too. Now go back before they start wondering where you are." The band manager for Motionless in White scowls unhappily. "Why do you have us just watching that collector, anyway? Felix and Jack failed, but I know Mark and I could take her out easy, especially in her condition ---." "No one is to touch her," the Collectors hisses immediately, bristling, and the manager takes a step back in alarm. "Do you understand? She's mine." "Y-yes, sir." The collector takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not simply rip the man's jugular out like he wants; that's not his end goal and he needs the man. So. "Go back to your bus and play your part. I'll tell you when it's time to act and get her. Right now we have more pressing matters, more important soul stealers to deal with." "Of course, sir." Yes. The collector eyes the manager. He might be a problem. The collector doesn't want you hurt any more then you are, not yet. He has his own plans for you.

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Sk8er Girl CH2 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink

Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a Flazéda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is Katya’s POV. We wanted to write the ending of this chapter based on the actual experience of a friend. The goal was to emulate life it its honest, messy way.]

PLAYING HOOKY

“You have to stop crashing at our place,” Alaska snaps as she throws open the curtains of the trailer. Katya groans and rubs her eyes. Ugh, she can still taste last night’s booze.

“But I thought you liked it when I warmed your couch? Doesn’t it get lonely without me?” Katya yawns as she grabs some cereal from the drawer. Sharon Needles greets her with the middle finger as she comes out of the bedroom in a leather studded jacket.

“Nah, bitch. ‘Lasky and I like to fuck without you a fart’s distance away, listening to our every creak.”

“I’ll close my ears next time.”

“Girl, you live right next to the skate park. So why are you constantly come crawling over to this dumpster?”

“The scenic view,” Katya says and gestures out the window to the pile of rubber tires. Willam zooms past them. Then the whirlwind of a girl kicks open the door, cracks open a can of beer from the fridge, and raises her eyebrows at the three of them.

“So we gonna skate or you blonde fucks too busy finger-popping each others’ assholes?”

“You’re blonde too,” Alaska points out.

“That’s bottle-blonde,” Willam burps. “AKA the dick sucking brand of blonde. Y’all be the lesbian variety.”

“I’m bisexual, bitch,” Katya says, flicking Willam on the forehead and stealing her drink. It’s too early to be drinking, especially on a Wednesday, but it’s not the worst decision she has made this week.

She sighs in relief as the LA sun warms her back, the wind whips her hair, and wheels happily hum against the concrete. Katya’s still a little sore from her fall a couple of days ago, but it’s nothing an early morning spin can’t soothe.

They practice new tricks. Willam finds a new trick and sneaks off into the bushes with him. Alaska tries to ride on Sharon’s back, but they end up collapsing on top of each other, laughing like idiots. Katya smiles up at the blue sky. In the distance, she sees the yellow school bus chugging by, and her easy smile falls away.

“Aw, shit, gotta get my ass to math class before princi-PAL Ru-PAL suspends me,” Willam says and snaps her fingers. “Again.”

“I’m just gonna stay here,” Katya mumbles as her friends grab their backpacks.

Alaska throws a friendly hand over her shoulder: “Can I assssk you a question?”

“Yeah?”

“How are you going to graduate if you don’t show up? I’m surprised that you, pardon the expression, have the balls to skip so much school with that Barbie doll as your lab partner.”

Katya rubs her fingers over the bandaid. She bites her lip as she remembers how gently Trixie had applied it. Sure, Trixie had come off as a bitch during class, but Katya also saw a softer side to her that afternoon. Fuck, then those stupid tampons and Katya had run away…

They’d made Katya anxious. Her? Anxious? Groundbreaking. She wasn’t ready to come out to Trixie as trans. Although she definitely liked Trixie, they just weren’t that close. Trixie was an out and proud lesbian…so maybe being a part of the LGBT community she’d be more understanding? Katya shook her head; she didn’t want to risk it. It’s none of Trixie’s business, anyway.

She sighs: Why bother, ‘Lasky? My brain’s full of small mice that run and run, but they’re going nowhere. You think my mouse-run brain’s gonna get me to college? Nah, fuck school knowledge. I should just take the GED exam so I can spend more time practicing my skating for competitions.“

Alaska squeezes her shoulder, but Willam gives the back of Katya’s helmet a firm smack.

“Now listen. Stop being stupid, stupid! Teachers want you to graduate, so they don’t gotta deal with yo ass. So just show up and show tits. Unless you have Michelle Visage, then wear a turtleneck. I’m saying this cause I love you, and I don’t want to see you sellin’ that ass on the side of road for a quarter when you’re worth a million bucks. Go to school. Get a diploma. Maybe get head from a hottie. And get the fuck over yourself.”

Katya laughs even as she shakes her head. God, why are her friends so amazing? Even though she’d rather spend the rest of the day here, perfecting her moves at the park, Katya goes with them to school.

Choices.

——

BACK TO SCHOOL (AGAIN)

First period is gym, and Katya’s secretly glad to trade in her helmet for a badminton racket. Coach Santino gives her a nod and tosses her a birdie. Most students think he’s a creep ever since that rumor that he took Violet Chachki to Red Lobster and ate her out, but he seems ok. Well, at least he doesn’t have a dildo wedged up his ass like Ms. Del Rio.

Katya plays a game with Alaska. Their shots fail to go over the net, but they’re giggling anyways. Gym has always been her favorite period. Besides lunch and study hall.

RIIIIIIIIIIIING.

Katya slumps into the back of English class, and they’re reading -surprise!- Shakespeare. More like Shakesqueer, Katya mouths to Sharon Needles. They fist bump. It’s Romeo and Juliet, and everyone groans except for this one girl with grey hair, Max, who’s a little too excited to do assigned reading. Oh, wait, she’s a theater kid, so of course she diddles herself to The Bard.

“It’s the most romantic play of all time! I can feel every line in my bosom,” Max sighs.

Bosom? Suuuure. Katya zones out and looks up a Sparknotes summary on her phone. Romeo is super in love with this Rosaline girl one day and then Juliet the next day? Wow, true love. Katya’s seen this exact drama played out behind the skate park bushes at least twice a week featuring less death and more herpes.

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,” Max reads with a pathetic sigh. Katya wants to stab her eye with her pencil.

Katya is relieved when English class finishes. “If I have to listen to that British girl jerking off to Romeo’s monologues for the rest of this week…I don’t think I’m coming back,” Katya groans as they walk out back to the dumpster. She lights up Sharon’s cigarette and then her own.

“Love is bullshit,” Sharon agrees as Alaska arrives; she offers the younger girl a puff.

“You have a girlfriend though.”

“Nah, I gotta friend, who likes to fuck. Big difference. Romeo just wanted to stick it in, so he had to get married to do it to please the patriarchy. Worst thing that happened to us gays was when we started getting gay-married.”

“Are you sure?” Katya rolls her eyes. “Are you sure that’s the worst thing that’s happened to us gays in the last hundred years?”

“Ok, maybe not. But love is fake and marriage is an institution.”

Alaska snaps her fingers in agreement and gives Sharon Needles a peck on the cheek. Ugh, for two people who think love is fake, they look like they are going to elope and drive to Las Vegas any day now. They’re that one couple that everyone knows is a thing, but they pretend it’s not as serious as it is. Katya has a That’s-So-Raven moment where she sees their wedding invitations. Gross.

“I mean is capitalism’s corporate dick wedged deep inside our every sacred tradition, including marriage? Yes. Do I still think social equality for the LGBT community is important? Fuck yes.”

Katya and Sharon go back and forth. Katya wishes that school was like this- a real debate. She wishes that it wasn’t always regurgitating the teachers’ opinions for a grade. Then the bell rings and they head inside, but Katya stays to finish. As she deeply inhales the smoke, Katya rubs the Barbie Band-Aid once more. Why hasn’t she taken it off yet?

“Oh, good, look who decided to show up,” Ms. Del Rio deadpans.

“McDonald’s wasn’t hiring,” Katya jokes back as the entire class laughs. Laganja chirps ‘okuuurrr.’ Ms. Del Rio gives Katya a look like drop another test tube and you’ll wish they were hiring.

Katya forgot her lab manual, periodic table, and basically everything at home, so she just slinks down next to Trixie. She hates that her stomach twists up into a knot when the blonde smiles at her. Katya almost forgets how to smile back.

“I scared you off, huh? Sorry…I tend to have that kind effect on people,” Trixie softly whispers as Ms. Del Rio dims the lights.

Katya’s fingers brush against Trixie’s as they reach for their pencils. Katya may not believe in love, but she believes in the way her thighs clench with arousal at the touch. Electric. Trixie’s wearing a strapless dress, which is tight around her breasts, and Katya believes in the way her cock twitches at the sight.

Katya’s glad the lights are low enough to hide her heated face. What? She’s eighteen and horny, and Trixie Mattel is the world’s least likely girl to ever sleep with her. All things considered, Katya would do anything to bury her face between those thick thighs.

She tries to slow her breathing and concentrate on the video about potassium. Nothing like ions to try and take your mind off of your growing erection. Katya shouldn’t have worn denim shorts this tight, but it’s too late to do anything but squirm in her seat with regret and arousal.

Trixie leans in, breath curling against Katya’s ear: “Did the Band-Aid help?”

“Not without the expert care of my favorite Barbie nurse,” Katya says, trying for flirty, but she kind of stumbles at the end and lands closer to awkward. Curse Trixie and her breasts and bows and brains! If only Katya had that many B’s on her report card, her parents might actually want her to come home. Wow, now she’s horny and anxious? An all time low.

“What made you come back to chemistry?”

My asshole friends.

“You,” Katya promises with a wink.

Trixie snorts and rolls her eyes. She’s so frustratingly superior, and Katya should hate her for that. It kind of turns her on though. Katya likes when Trixie sasses her with a single look, and, wow, thoughts like that aren’t helping with the boner situation. It’s hard -pun intended- to think when Trixie’s around.

“Sorry about the tampons.”

Katya flinches. Ok, erection effectively killed.

“Don’t mention it. No, like, please, don’t mention it.”

“I thought it was weird that you ran, but I talked to my friends and…well, Max has a chronically shallow vagina, and she says that tampons won’t fit. So, I don’t know you or your medical history, and if I somehow triggered you, I’m sorry. Really sorry.”

Thinking about Max’s chronically shallow vagina has made Katya very un-hard. Wow, that’s the first time that Katya has ever been thankful someone un-aroused her. Chemistry class has taken a turn for the weird. Just how Katya likes it.

“It’s ok,” she promises. “I promise not to run away from you again, if you help me figure out how to pass this class. Da?”

“Wait…you know Russian?”

“I don’t just know it– I am Russian. I was brought here when I was six, so I don’t have an accent. Why?”

“Because I want to go to college in Russia!” Trixie whispers. “Please help me, and I’ll reach-around to help you.”

Ok, now that just sounds vaguely like a sex act. Courtney twists around at her lab table and gives them both a knowing look.

“Fuck, yeah!”

Wow, that was not her inside voice. That wasn’t even her outside voice. That’s her in-the-basement jerking off to porn voice, and now everyone in the room is staring.

Ms. Del Rio click-clacks over to them, and Katya wants to cower under the lab table. The woman hands them both a slip for lunch detention. Trixie gasps as she’s given the pink slip, holding it like it’s covered in poisonous chemicals.

“I see that I have a couple of clowns in my class this year, so let me repeat- all foolishness will earn you a detention slip. If you don’t want to behave, get packing.”

Katya doesn’t give a shit, but Trixie buries her face into her hands and doesn’t speak to her for the rest of the period. The lab is so simple even Katya manages to get it. Trixie’s face is blank, but Katya can see the hurt just under the surface. She wishes that she knew how to approach her or what to say. Once more, she’s reminded of what different worlds they come from.

“Hey, so do you still want to tutor-”

“You smell like cigarettes,” Trixie snaps and rushes out of the classroom, pink slip crumpled up in her hand.

Katya usually is the first to bolt after class, but she goes up to Ms. Del Rio instead: “I did everything! I cursed and came in late and- and please don’t punish Trixie for me being an idiot.”

“You were both talking. You both get detention. Next?”

“No! I wasn’t talking to Trixie I, uh, I was…talking to myself?” Katya stammers and it’s ridiculous even for her. “Please, don’t punish Trixie. She’s trying her best and school is so important to her-”

“Then she’ll go to lunch detention. I don’t believe in special treatment, Ms. Zamo. I’ll see you both in an hour,” Ms. Del Rio says, and her word is law. What is this? Prison?

Katya skips social studies to smoke behind the bleachers with Laganja. She rants about science class, omitting her erection, and questions why school is structured like the penal system. Laganja replies with her usual yes, mawma, preach, god.

Katya comes back, reeking even worse of smoke, and sits a lab table away from Trixie. She bought french fries and milk. Part of a balanced diet. Ms. Del Rio silently grades work at the front of the room, but then she leaves half way through to go to the bathroom.

“Pssstt,” Katya faux-whispers. “Sorry. Hey, are we even on the whole running away from each other thing?”

“Sure. It’s fine,” Trixie mutters, tearing her chicken nuggets in half and opening up her chem notes. That’s the least ‘fine’ fine Katya has ever heard. Fuuuuck, trust her to have a crush on the girl who’s in love with her school work. They’re in chemistry class, but this feels like a lesson in subtraction; Katya should just subtract her being from Trixie’s being. Maybe then Trixie wouldn’t look so miserable.

Katya sighs.

What bullshit did Shakespeare write? Love is smokey sighs? Accurate.

Katya wishes that she had asked Alaska and Sharon what to do. They were the most functional dysfunctional couple that she’d ever met. How did they manage it?

Remedial algebra passes in a blur of numbers. Tick tock. Katya wants to jump over the clock and punch Mr. Davis with a sock. That’s the gibberish that she texts Willam at least.

Suck his cock -W

U say that whenever anyone has a problem. Broken heart? Suck. Broken leg? Suck. Broken moral compass? Suck. -K

If it’s broken, sucking a cock will help. 10/10. User tested and reviewed. -W

How about if u…hurt someone’s feelings? -K

Hurt how? Fucked their mother kinda hurt? -W

Like if you accidentally got them into detention? And they don’t have a dick to potentially suck??? -K

Uhhhhhhhh, lick their clit -W

Metaphorically? -K

OK, MAX. -W

Hmm -W

Try ‘sorry’ -W

Tried that -K

Try it again but this time with your face in between her thighs ;) -W

Katya laughs and sends a gif of a burning hot dog because it feels right in this wiener driven context. She remembers when she came out as trans to her, and Willam was legit like ‘damn, you got the best of both worlds, Hannah Montana.’ Willam never failed to make her laugh.

She arrives at ninth period Intro to Psychology feeling like she’s lost ten years off her life. How has so much drama happened? On a Wednesday for fucks sake.

It’s started to lightly drizzle, and Katya jiggles her foot as she watches the rain streak down the window. Good thing she has a baseball bat, water bottle, and umbrella in her locker. It’s an ‘escape kit’ for a potential zombie apocalypse. Huh, guess Katya’s like Trixie in that way, always preparing for the worst.

“Write down five words that describe you and try to connect those different parts of your identities. Which one is most important to you? In this Unit of Psychology we’ll be exploring ourselves…”

Katya can think of a lot of words that describe her perfectly: skater, chronic under achiever, ADD, bisexual, trans, disappointment—

Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head as she doodles a tattoo design on the side of her paper. Her parents would never approve of a hammer and sickle tattoo, but Katya’s stopped living her life for them. She stopped the day she’d come out as trans ten years ago. Katya had already been wearing skirts around the house since she came to America, but, when she turned eight, Katya gave the middle finger to the world.

Now, she’s eighteen, and her middle finger is still firmly in the air. Her mother, Pat, understands, but her father doesn’t- he never did. He looks at her, silent, like she’s a mistake. Fuck. Katya excuses herself to go pee. She can’t think of words when her brain keeps racing around like a mouse from one thought crumb to the next. Katya stays in the bathroom stall longer than necessary, pressing her head into her hands.

By the time the bell rings, the rain is coming down hard. Katya can only see the yellow blur of buses and the distant green of trees. Alaska and Sharon are making out on top of her locker, and she pushes them off.

“Ay, this is the thanks we get for letting you stay in our humble abode?” Sharon grumbles.

“Please keep all hands and tongues inside your space while near my locker. This is a 'No Slobber Zone.’ Bitch needs to keep dry.”

“Mhm, that’s not what Willam’s been texting,” Alaska says and raises her eyebrow. “Says you want to make someone wet…with apology tears.”

“Willam’s a Willam.”

“And you’re showing all the signs of being in looove. Sighing? Lying? Laganja told Gia who told Alyssa who told me that you begged Ms. Del Rio not to give Trixie Mattel detention. What’s really going on with you and Barbie, huh?”

“Nothing,” Katya lies and flushes. Wow, it’s a good thing she’s a skater and not a poker player. Her red cheeks are a dead give away.

———

LOST KITTEN

The buses have left by the time Katya rolls outside, red umbrella above her. The pavement is slippery, so Katya forces herself to slow down. She can’t go to the skate park, and, after this morning, she can’t go back to the trailer park. Heart sinking, Katya directs herself home.

Just as she’s turning the corner, Katya sees the saddest sight. Trixie is walking without an umbrella. Her bow is soggy. Her Moschino backpack is practically dragging on the ground.

“Need umbrella? Da?” Katya says with a faux-Russian accent.

Trixie pushes a strand of wet hair from her forehead and smiles: “My knight on a shining skateboard.”

Katya jumps off and tucks her board under her arm. Trixie’s hand brushes hers as she reaches up to hold the umbrella. Katya can’t help it when her cheeks heat up. Her? Blushing? Unheard of.

They walk in silence for a bit, and Katya knows that the events of this morning are still weighing heavily between them. Katya wishes she knew how to break through all of Trixie’s many shields, but she’s…so confusing. Somehow, the more confused Trixie makes her, the less Katya can stay away.

Rain, rain, don’t go away, Katya thinks as Trixie’s hip bumps against hers. You just saved this horrid day.

Katya opens her mouth to say that and then closes it. Everything she wants to say sounds dumb compared to how brilliant Trixie is. Everything might mean nothing when Trixie doesn’t know she’s trans. Why can’t she just say that? Just be the usual middle-finger-to-the-world girl that she is at home and with her friends?

Instead, Katya clears her throat. Pathetic. They pass by the town stores, and she wrinkles her nose at the reek of wet dog. There are too many strays in this town.

“Wait. Did you hear that?”

“What?” Katya stops, but there’s nothing but the rush of cars, splashing through puddles, and the roar of motorcycles. In the distance, she can hear the rumble of thunder. Trixie heads towards the dark alleyway, and Katya follows her.

“Look,” Trixie whispers, breathless.

Katya hears the most pathetic ‘meow’ as she leans down to see a cardboard box. On the outside it says ‘Lucky’s Treats,’ but, inside, there’s the most unlucky looking kitten. It sadly mewls as Trixie carefully reaches down.

“A kitten,” Trixie sighs as she hugs it to her breast. The motherly act makes Katya’s heart twist.

Suddenly, Katya can see the girl who fell to her knees to help her at the skate park. Trixie’s eyes are soft and lips parted when she looks up at Katya. How can one girl hide so much beauty?

“My mom is allergic to cats,” Trixie confesses as she looks up at her with pleading eyes.

“Well, I live in the basement cause my parents are allergic to me, so…yeah, come one, let’s sneak this kitty cat in.”

Trixie’s eyes light up, and she gratefully presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek. It might just be a friendly gesture, but Katya’s toes curl in her wet Converse. God, the sight of Trixie with that little kitten snuggled into her big chest is the best thing she’s seen all day. They debate over names before finally settling on ‘Lucky’ because that’s what it said on the side of the box. Besides, the little scrap of fur is lucky to have found them.

“Shhh,” Katya presses a finger to her lips as she slips in through the back door. They’re tracking water everywhere, so it will be obvious. Still, Katya’s main priority is helping Trixie and Lucky.

They give him milk and watch as he happily laps it up. Trixie’s head is in her hands, face still unguarded, as she happily watches. Trixie tells her a story about how she used to sneak into the animal shelter in the town over on Sundays, spend the whole day there, and tell her mom she was at church. Katya laughs; she thinks that she could listen to Trixie all day.

“Your turn,” Trixie says and nudges her knee. They’re pressed up close on the couch now, with their science homework spread out on the table. Fuck, she likes Trixie so much. She needs to be honest with her so that if Trixie pushes her away, it’ll be sooner rather than later.

“When I was a little kid, I…came here from Russia. So I never felt like I fit in. Everyone saw some stranger, who didn’t speak how they spoke. Who didn’t look how they thought a- a “boy” should look.”

Trixie’s eyebrows shoot up and she covers her mouth. Then she laughs-

“Wait, you’re joking, right? You mean you were…a tomboy? Right?!”

“No, I…I’m transgender,” Katya says to her hands, afraid to look up at Trixie’s face.

Silence.

Lucky yawns and curls up on the carpet to sleep. The clock angrily ticks as Katya waits for Trixie to say something, anything. Oh god, everything had been going so great and then Katya had to fuck it up.

“That’s great,” Trixie says, face blank. “Great. Uh, I think I have to…my mom wants me to come home…”

“Right,” Katya says, blinking away tears.

Wow, this couldn’t have gone any worse.

“I’ll see you in class-”

“Wait, but- but how about we go over some of the Russian declensions? Or you show me the element symbols again-”

“See you in class,” Trixie repeats, gives her an awkward side hug, and then she’s gone. She leaves Katya shaken and alone. Katya feels like she’s been stripped naked, raw, and then left out in the rain. She curls up on the floor, cradling Lucky to her chest. Katya has already cried once today, and she hates that the tear count is this high.

Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head. Katya gets up, and, even though it’s too early to sleep, hides in bed. Katya buries her face into the pillow and screams. Louder. She can still see Trixie’s eyes, judging her.

Maybe it would have been better if Katya had gotten Laganja or Sasha fucking Belle for a lab partner. Then they could have just failed together. Katya wants to live in a world where she never met Trixie or opened up to her.

The kitten licks her hand, which is hanging over the edge of the bed.

Katya lifts Lucky up and cradles him to her chest.

“There are too many strays in this town,” Katya whispers. “You. Me. They left you in a box. They left me at the airport. I was six. How old are you, Lucky? They also told me I was ‘lucky’ to be taken in by such a nice, middle-class family. Why don’t I feel that way then? God, we’re both so alone, Lucky, so let’s…let’s be alone together? You and me. Just you and me against this world.”

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