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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 06 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’

‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment knowing she’ll follow!’‘

‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘

Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.

Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.

‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”

The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.

‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.

‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t. You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.

He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.

‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘

You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.

‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.

‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.

You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that.

Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.

‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.

Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?

You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.

Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated.

But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.

‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘

A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”

The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too.

‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away.

Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’

Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.

The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.

“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”

‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.”

Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved.

It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve.

So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows, sleep, and repeat.

Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual, kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.

It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.

‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.

And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.

‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”

His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.

‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘

The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first.

Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.

‘‘ She will never leave me.”

You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”

“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”

You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it.

You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is.

You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever.

“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”

‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs.

The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks.

‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.”

His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’

‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”

He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders.

You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’

‘‘ Of? “

‘‘ Being hurt again.”

Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed.

Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”

It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.

‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall.

Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry.

Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words.

He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.

‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.”

You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”

As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”

You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”

Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.

‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.” You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.

‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again.

‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.

He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”

Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.

The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.

Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.

“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.

“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.

‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.

Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now.

He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.

The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.

You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good.

Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.

Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.

Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry.

‘’ I love you.”

That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love.

‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Their Alright... For A Boomer

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Summary: Being a girl with a larger chest always got you attention, maybe having your nipples pierced to try and fell more confident handt been the best idea, but how can you regret it when your latest client; the sexy Mr Cavill was ogling them but could this end up being more then just that one time you were eyed by a hot celebrity?

Warnings: Suggestive, No Smut, Fluffy? Cute and funny, Swearing

A/N: this was a request from @fanficlover91 i hope you like this hun, i tried to keep it hot but sweet and respectful? Which was a struggle but i hope i got the vibe you wanted. And as always i hope you all enjoy.

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You blushed as you looked down the lense at your model. He smirked sweeping his eyes over you non to subtly. You could feel the blues penetrating you with a hot stare. The was the distinctive fast clicks on you camera snapping a burst of shots managing to capture his smirking face and eyes sweeping over your form appreciatively.

You stood tall and smiled pulling away double checking the shoots. You bit your lip. Fucking hell this was both the best and worst job you had. Henry Cavill was the most enticing male you'd ever had the pleasure to photograph. He didn't even have a good side, every side was good! There wasn't an unflattering angle on the man!

"And that's a wrap? I think we have everything we need Mr Cavill" you said professionally making to move away from him and begin to swap sd cards and label them before packing away. Henry gawfed and rose quickly panicked almost.

"I- err no! Wait I was... Well hoping that I could have some more done?" he said chaseing you across the small studio you could hear his agent Leah scoff from the side lines. You frowned and looked to her nervously. The woman had been watching and tutting, scoffing and clicking her tongue through the whole session. It actually made you nervous, wasn't she pleased with the shoot? You were worried, being freelance this was your first time doing a celebrity shoot for a magazine but the usual photographer was in hospital having a stroke a few days prior and you were the only free photographer in the agency that was close enough to take the job. Sure you wasn't well known but still it was a little disheartening to have someone seemingly unimpressed with your work.

But it was when you eyed her you saw she wasn't giving you the evil eye. Her frown was directed at henry, a scolding look you'd give a misbehaving child. You frowned a little puzzled, but shook it off in favour of looking to Henry. Your actual client.

"More? I... I? Thought the piece only needed a few to choose from? They were very ah... How do I put it? Thorough? With the brief" you explained hoping Leah would step in and clarify just what was going on. Because you didn't have a clue.

"I yes but- I'd love to top up my portfolio? You know? I err yeah have a few changes going on and... I mean a few greys and such... Just want to update it a tad... I'll pay obviously- I'd pay anything for more time please?" he pleaded watching you closely eyes wide and bright full of hope.

"I... Err" you shifted swapping your camera from one hand to the other and craned your head around the man trying to spy his agent. But you had no hope of peeking around this gargantuan man. Just like with the camera he demanded your full attention.

"And for Instagram and stuff! There's only so much I can do in a selfie... I'd even recommend you- advertise your work!" he quickly added sounding desperate now. It would help you out if you did have a few shots of him for in your own catalogue. It shouldn't matter but having a celeb under your belt was actually a good thing. It meant you'd acted professionally and been good to work with.

"I suppose so, I do have a few extra sd's here... Tell you what I'll do another shoot for you as long as I can pick a few to put in my portfolio? Then we both update our files?" you nodded to him speaking slowly. He grinned and relaxed nodding quickly pleased with himself for wrangling more shots. You'd never know he was just glad to has more time with you.

"Oh yes absolutly! That's fine here should we get started now or?" he asked biting his lip trying not to stare at you for too long. But it was hard you were fucking stunning!

"Oh yeah sure iv got time, let me just sort these out and set up, need to switch, you've tired my poor camera" you said with a grin trying to ignore the man as he beamed at you looking excited nodding enthusiastically. You backed up and spun around trying not to blush as you felt henry gazing openly at you.

"Right well if the magazine ones are done I will be off then" Leah called packing up her bag with a small chuckle to herself. You froze and spun quickly seeing her seemingly abandoning you with Henry.

"Wha- oh you don't have to you can stay-" you tried to reason unsure why, I mean who wouldn't want to be alone with this huge glorious man? Maybe you just didn't trust yourself with him? He had been 'making love' to the camera all afternoon. Smouldering bedroom eyes that was making it hard to focus. You had been getting hot under the collar all day as you kidded yourself he was eyeing you, not the camera or would be readers.

It didn't help that you had caught him oogling your breasts earlier. But you wasn't mad, it was your own fault. It was the Hight of summer and you had on a string vest with a thin bra, that you could clearly see your nipple bars through. You didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, you didn't blame Henry for looking. You cant exactly ignore your tits.. The were pretty large for your frame. You were curvy but they were as one ex put it 'exceptional'. And besides he had looked not touched and he hadn't been a creep about it. In fact he had done a double take and then blushed when he realised he had been caught looking. But as you said you get that with big boobs, you'd had it your entire life, it was actually one of the reasons you'd got them pierced. It helped with your confidence and you convince yourself that they were looking at the bars. Not you per say.

"Okay aunt Leah I will see you in a few days." henry interrupted you quickly smiling practically ushering the woman out the door. He moved fast ever picking the womans phone and juice bottle to help her leave quicker.

"Yes, behave Henry I'll see you soon" she said with a giggle before calling a thank you and goodbye over her shoulder at you. You swallowed nervously and gave a quick bye as the door clicked behind her and you were left alone with Henry. The man groaned stretching as he spun around a huge grin on his face, making your knees tremble a little. Fuck.

Henry came over and watched you closely as you scribbled the name and date along with the publication name on the sd case label. You tried not to notice as he hovered biting his lip then took off the blazer and threw it on the table beside you drawing your attention as he did grunting a little. The v neck letting the smallest amount of soft looking chest fuzz that had been teasing you all day. He grinned slyly as he caught you eyeing him and crossed his arms over his chest flexing for your benefit. You gasped and quickly looked back to the camera in your hands inserting a new scarf into the new fully charges camera.

"Soo how do you like this kind of work?" henry said casually trying not to seem like a creeper but god damnit he couldn't stop eyeing you. If he had known how sexy you'd be he would have demanded to be doing a bloody swim wear shoot!

"You mean people?" you stuttered trying not to look him in the eye. Not that it helped because the rest of him was just as fucking sexy! You quivered all over desperately trying to remember how to breath, yet didn't want to draw in too deep a breath and make your tits bounce for him and look like a slut. There was a very fine line for a big busted girl, to much wobble will make you look like your trying to get attention.

"I mean celebrities, magazines we were told you mainly do private shoots for events and model portfolios" he offered leaning forward as he leant back on the desk next to you hooking one ankle behind the other. The way he stood placed his crotch in your line of sight as you looked down and worked on setting up the camera. You flushed. Oh god he looked er... Bigger then you'd thought earlier, not that you were looking but... Well you couldn't help notice the package! The man was a fucking serial man spreader! And that thing was huge! With the muscles he was packing he could probably bench press you with his crotch!

"Oh well its different... And you sir popped my celebrity cherry" you froze on the spot as you said that, it had meant to be an ice breaker, a joke but instead had sounded fucking creepy!. You snapped up to him making to apologize as your face flamed mortified but he had thrown his head back laughing. The deep rumble sent chilled down your spine.

"Well I'm honoured to have popped your cherry~" he teased placing a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin making you blush and nod then turned to him with the new camera all set up.

"Soo where do we start?" you said moving on quickly looking up at him trying to forget the whole cherry comment.

"Where ever you want me, i will let you take the reigns command me as you will" he chuckled standing tall once more and looked about the room casually to the various small set ups, different furniture, seats sofas and mini tables dotting the space.

"I... Okay then you said Instagram? How about we start with some facials-FACE SHOTS! Face. Shots. Not facials fuck. Shit" you quickly tried repairing the damage whist cursing yourself wanting nothing more then to be swallowed up by the floor.

"No, no love facials sounded perfect~" he said winking before gliding past you making you stutter and almost choke on your breath. Oh good lord this was a bad idea. You followed as he sat down on a sturdy sofa and looked head on at you and bit his lip once again watching you with a sultry look.

And that was the beginning. You followed him about taking various snaps whislt having small talk. He seemed to be very flirtatious as he spoke, dropping lines and compliments as he made eyes at you. You flushed each time clamming up at his suggestive comments. And rightly or wrongly you flirted back trying to seem cool and suave. But inside you were fangirling unable to belive you were here with this incredibly gorgeous man teasing one another. On a few occasions he even growled as you scampered about him, crouching and taking shots from blow getting some delicious angles that dampened your knickers. Then in between all this he managed to get little tied bits. You'd told him you were on agency freelance and were trying to get into the social media platform as it seemed easier in this day and age rather then to be in fashion photography. You wanted to be commercial not private but no one would really take a chance anymore.

Then you suggested a few shots on the sofa laying back trying to think of something different for your portfolio, maybe a body length shot. He was quick to agree and dived onto the sofa saying he had an idea you swallowed nodding not fully trusting the look in his eyes. But that was forgotten as he relaxed stretching out over the sofa legs crossed and resting on the arm of his hands behind his head and a devilish smirk looking down the lenght of his body. You knelt at his feet trying to get a flattering image of him looking down but cursed as the camera wasn't playing ball. The lense was focusing, this was why you used the other one first, the camera had a few issues and was temperamental.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning a little at you as you growled pulling the camera away fro your face and began trying to manually focus the lense.

"Oh its.. It wont focus.. It does this sometime, really need to throw it out but.. She was my first I'm sentimental" you said feeling silly as you battled with the camera.

"We all are with our firsts... How about you come closer instead, I really want to see this shot, never done one at this angle.. Out of all my shoots your the first to suggest this~" you froze and looked to him but he just smiled impishly at you. Slowly you rounded the sofa and leant over him positioning the camera at his stomach as he looked right into the lense giving you a definite bedroom eyes, half lidded and burning. Both dreamy and amazingly sexy. It was as if he could see you beyond the lense, as if it wasn't even there!

"You can come closer love, I wont bite, not if you don't want me to~" his voice was low and teasing, luring you in like a siren. You trembled and moved along him but he tutted and moved a hand to your hip and pressed, coaxing you onto the sofa and sat you on him making you straddle him. You gasped squeazing your camera tighter as he moved you easily, warm palms holding you both delicatly and firmly. You could see in his eyes he was weary unsure if he had gone to far but you squeezed him between your thighs and relaxed making him grin up at you getting the message you didn't mind at all. You aimed the lense at him once more and got the shots you wanted.

"Perfect! Mr Cavill" you said actually a little sad that this session was over. It had been nice playing this little cat and mouse game with him. But all good things come to an end.

"Ah now i have a policy love, when a womans on top they can call me henry, among other things~" he said smoothly laughing as you chuckled nervously fiddling with the camera in your hands and shifted over him a little.

"I will try to remember that for next time boomer~" you teased managing to overcome your nerves as you pulled away the camera with a giggle winking at him as he stuttered. For a second you thought you'd gone too far but a quirk to his lips made you relax once more.

"That hurt, that was hurtful" he teased pouting not releasing you from his lap, instead holding you tighter, fingers digging into your sides making you gasp and bit your lip as he pulled you to his crotch and ground into you teasingly.

"I'm so sorry~" you uttered breathless trying to keep yourself together. But this man was something else, like a drug- the devil all fanged smiles and smooth words. God you were fucked, you knew this man could do anything to you and youd thank him for it~

"I doubt that" he cooed and slid his hand higher growing more and more confident. The last few hours of casual flirting had built up his appitite. There was no misconceptions, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Oh yeah?" you said coyly tipping your head to him playing along willing for this to happen, whether it be a one of fuck or something longer. You didnt have any complaints~ this was your body and youd enjoy it with who ever you wanted to!

"Yeah prove it!" he hissed and moved quickly sitting up and swinging around planting his feet on the floor. You yelped as he moved surprizingly fast and managed to keep you in his lap now face to face with you eyes roaming your face settling on your lips.

"And how should i do that" you teased tilting your head skimming your lips with his as you spoke. He groaned and held you tighter making you whine breathlessly willing this to happen. You wanted him and you wont deny yourself the chance.

"Make and old mans day" he said plainly and leant back resting on the back of the sofa, you watched him closely and brought your hands to his shoulders prodding at the neck of the t shirt and drew your fingers down slowly feeling him shiver at the light skimming fingertips.

"Oh really Boomer? And how would i make and old mans day?" you teased once more making him grunt but he quickly caught himself as your fingers smoothed over the teasing curls that peeked over his top. You scratched over them lightly with your nails making him draw a needy breath and chuckled at him. He was sexy and cute~

"By accepting a job offer?" he said before smileing smugly as you paused and frowned. Had you missed something? Was he after a freebee?

"Job offer? Really another shoot?" you snorted suddenly not feeling sexy, more like he was trying to butter you up for some fuck for parts shoots or something. He sighed and began speaking before you could get yourself all twisted. But then again you could have taken his offer wrong.

"Manage my social media. I have many companies and brands reach out to me for endorsements. They want me caught wearing their brands. But I'm to busy most of the time I cant make it to the locations they want. It actually doesn't seem worth it most of the time, with cost of flights and time lost travelling to and from studios itd be easier if I had my own personal photographer that travelled with me its be easy, slip on the clothes and what not take a few snaps and then you touch them up and post them on my social media." he explained watching as it sunk in that he wasnt trying to pull a fast one. Well he was but not trying to fuck you over... Just fuck you... And keep you because you were fantastic and he wants nothing more then to have you around hime as much as possible. In the single dat he had spent working with you, you had enchanted him, not only were you sexy but you were good at your job and easy to work with but also funny and cute and he needed to get to know you.

"Of course its a very big venture and we'd have to have a few dinner and lunch dates to work out all the nitty gritty" he added after a few beats of silence trying to make it clear he was interested... Very interested~ it worked as you fluched and a playfull look donned your face your fingers began stoking his chest hair once more. He relaxed shuddering under the nails as they teased his curls.

"Is this a big ploy to get a date Boomer?" you purred his new nick name making him groan when you squeezed him between your thick thighs once more grinding on him and the considerable bulge below you that twitched.

"No... Maybe is it working?" he said quickly hissing at you shifted in his lap once more, his hands snapping to your hips trying to still you before he came undone in his boxers. You were a very dangerous woman and something told him you knew.

"Well it sounds like an offer I'd be very, very interested in taking further~" you clarified giggling when he swallowed dryly and eyed you surprized that his plan had seemed to work.

"Good to hear~ so got anything planned after this?" he asked feeling a wave of confidence at the prospect of snagging a date with you. He hadn't meant to sound so eager but... He was eager and that was that.

"Yes" you said with a straight face and got up off of him spinning around heading to the table with your camera bags. You gave him a glance and giggled seeing him still sitting there gobsmacked legs wide open and his crotch that was now definitely bigger then it had been earlier.

"O-oh" he stuttered seemingly unsure how to proceed. You giggled as he fumbled over his words. Then decided to grant him some mercy and began speaking whilst popping out the sd card from the camera labeling it like the previous one.

"You see I had a very cheeky client today who asked for a shoot last mineut. But I wasn't to bothered he was very very sexy even if he was a boomer, but get this out of nowhere gave me a job offer? And we're having dinner- he promised pizza~" you giggled glancing at Henry as he slumped in the seat realising halfway through that you were talking about him. He smoothed his hands over his face and jumped up coming over to you shaking his head.

"You know I'm not actually a boomer?" he quipped folding his arms. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed your stuff away making sure to recheck everything.

"Have you seen your selfies? Your a boomer, boomer" you teased making him scoff but laugh at the name that has now stuck.

"Wait you've seen my selfies? What do you think?" he asked wanting feedback on the silly shots he took. You paused halfway through zipping up your bag and turned facing him fully giving him a thoughtful look then shrugged

"Their alright... For a boomer" you giggled when he preened for a second then his face dropped into a pout when you finished the comment.

"I repeat...That was hurtful" he said covering his heart with a kicked puppy look making you laugh and hoist your bags over your shoulder and make for the door with him hot on your heels.

"Its fine boomer a second date will make up for it I'm sure~" you sniggered at him playfully looking back at him as he followed you out of the door.

"A date for each time you call me boomer? Deal" he quipped walking along side you offering you his arm like a true gentleman unlike the teasing horny little shit he had been all day. Not that you minded either. Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets and all that jazz.

"God we may aswell marry now then boomer" he laughed nodding in agreement the banter from the day still in play as you both left the building.

"Seems so, I mean were at ten that's what the kids consider boyfriend girlfreind territory" he anounced with a sigh playing on the 'boomer' joke making you giggle and roll your eyes as he mentioned the tally. Then you frowned and quickly counted your 'boomers' and opened your mouth you correct him, arguing that ten was incorrect.

"I think its nine boomer- ah see what you did their sneaky boomer!" you cried pushing him playfully at his little trick. He roared with laughter and quickly tangled his fingers with yours dragging you back alongside him guiding you down the street towards a place he knew served pizza, he didn't remember but apparantly he promised pizza...

#henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

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obeymeasks · 4 years

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Hey! I love the way you portray the boys and your art of them is so good!! ❤ Could I maybe get some headcanons or smth of MC accidentally calling the boys "daddy" or "sir"? Thanks!

thank u so much anon ❤❤ and oh, i love this trope. i added diavolo, solomon and simeon as well because i can picture their reactions so vividly…

M/C accidentally calling the boys ‘daddy’ (NSFW)

Mammon

Mammon was beneath you on your bed as you straddled his body with your legs. You had hidden your face in your hands in embarrassment after you had accidentally said to him, "Can I touch your body? Please, daddy?" He had instantly gone red and started stuttering his speech as he tried to form a coherent thought. "W-what did you c-call me, M/C?"

He tried to hide his blushing face as his hands trembled from excitement. "Sorry," you whimpered, resting your hands back on his chest. "I didn't mean to."

"You don't have to stop... " he said, gaining enough confidence to look back at your eyes. "A-after all, I'm THE Great Mammon, of course you can't control yourself around me. Could you try... calling me that again?"

Lucifer

You loved to tease Lucifer. Seeing him get more annoyed and frustrated with how bratty you were being was a happiness that was insurmountable to you. Currently he was angry with you again, and had pulled you aside after school to talk to you privately. “I don’t mind you calling me Luci when we are home, but in front of Diavolo I won’t tolerate the disrespect,” he stated, gazing down at you intensely with his dark red eyes. Just his stare alone made you tremble-but you wouldn’t give in-not yet. “Sorry, daddy,” you teased, smiling coyly. The ‘daddy’ hadn’t been on purpose… but seeing Lucifer’s eyes go wide with surprise and embarrassment was worth the mini heart attack you felt. The flush on his face soon faded, replaced with a sly grin. “If you truly mean it, you’ll go along with a punishment from your daddy, then, hmm?”

Satan

Satan was thrusting into you at an umatched pace. Each pump caused numerous gasps and moans to escape your lips. One thrust. "Fuck!" Another thrust. "Unff!" Another. "Ah-Satan!" Another. "D-daddy!"

After hearing you call him that, Satan grinned at your blushing face and pounded into you even harder. "That's right," he growled as he grabbed and squeezed at your neck. "I am your daddy. Don't stop calling me that! I want to hear you call me daddy as you cum on my hard cock. Come on, M/C, do it for your daddy."

Beelzebub

Your face had gone beat red as you realized what you just said. “I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered. He probably thought you were so weird now. All he did was hand you a piece of pizza, and you just had to go and let out ‘thanks, daddy’. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes.

“Uh, w-what did you just say, M/C?” You two were alone in Beel’s room, sitting on his bed, about to watch whatever was on the Devildom network at the moment.

You looked at Beel quickly, still furiously blushing. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I’m gonna-I’ll go back to my room.” You began to move out of his bed when his hand caught your wrist.

“It’s okay,” he stated, blushing slightly. He looked even more embarrassed than you had been. “I… like when you call me that. Could you… do it again?”

Asmodeus

It was another usual night for you – in Asmodeus’ bathtub, surrounded by candles and flowers. Asmodeus was there as well, of course, holding you on his lap and kissing you in a simultaneously beautiful and erotic way. His hands explored your body, sending shivers down your spine as you leaned more and more into his kisses. Repetitive moans escaped both you and Asmodeus’ mouths, but it wasn’t until you had accidentally whispered out ‘mmm, daddy’ that he had faltered. He pulled back, staring at you in a delightful shock and asked, “Is that what you like, M/C? You want to call me Daddy?” Asmodeus was already hard, but as he spoke you could feel his cock twitching beneath you. It was then you instantly realized you should have called him this sooner.

Belphegor

The moment you had accidentally muttered out "Fuck me, daddy" to Belphegor as he positioned himself at your entrance, he had halted and looked you dead in the eyes. You instantly regretted letting him know how badly you wanted to call him that. Belphie was almost sadistic when it came to teasing you-and watching as his smile grew into an evil grin you realized that he would never let you hear the end of it.

"So I'm your daddy, M/C? Why don't you beg for your daddy to fuck you, then? Since you like that so much, why don't you call me daddy all the time? Even at dinner. Call me daddy in front of everyone you see. That way no one will question who you belong to."

Leviathan

You were in the middle of licking Levi's cock when you had accidentally let out, "you taste so good, daddy". Hardly hesitating, you continued your movements, but couldn't help but notice Levi's blushing face as he stared down at you from his chair. "M/C????" he asked, mouth agape and eyes lidded from pleasure. "D-did you only call me that because you thought I'd like it?"

Pulling back, you licked your lips and batted your eyes at him. "No, daddy."

He immediately blushed again, moving a hand to cover his face. "P-please don't stop."

Diavolo

Diavolo had called you and Luke to his office, asking you to report on how school was going as exchange students. You hadn’t expected to stay quiet as long as you did, but Diavolo would get easily sidetracked and ramble on about insignificant things. Your mind was already hazy from the long day of classes, and at this point in the conversation, you just weren’t even paying attention anymore. Muttering out occasional ‘yeah’s and ‘mmm’s to make it seem as though you were listening, Diavolo continued on. Luke, however, seemed intense on paying attention, nodding vigorously at everything Diavolo stated. However, at one point, as you were almost half asleep, you had slipped out a “Yes, daddy” into the conversation. Diavolo instantly stopped talking and stared at you with wide eyes, Luke looking at you confused. You automatically started stuttering out apologies and trying to make excuses as the demon prince continued to look at you with an unreadable expression. He interrupted you eventually, laughing and saying “M/C, I didn’t know you thought of me as a father figure.”

You instantly relaxed as he said that, remembering Diavolo is quite oblivious to a lot of things. Luke looked satisfied with that explanation, and after apologizing again, and a short conversation, Luke made his exit from the office and you began to follow closely behind. Diavolo called for you as Luke stepped out the door. “M/C,” he said, and you turned back to look at him. He wore a devilish, sly grin. “If you ever plan to call me Daddy again, why don’t you do it in a more private setting? Where we can both enjoy it?”

You blushed as realization hit you like a train. Nodding and murmuring out frantic “yes sir”s, you left his office.

Simeon

Simeon had always been soft with you, gentle and caring. He was quite literally angelic. One night you two had been trading light kisses with each other and muttering sweet phrases back and forth when you had accidentally said “I love you, daddy.” Instantly you pulled back from him, preparing yourself for his disgusted reaction. You had never imagined Simeon to be one to indulge in that kink, so you always refused to bring it up around him. Instead, you were met with a cute laughter as his face brightened up. When he saw your confusion, he explained to you that it was cute how embarrassed you got, and that he is more than willing to pamper to your interests. “In fact, I don’t mind being called daddy at all. As long as you’re happy, M/C, you can call me whatever your heart desires. ”

Solomon

Solomon was pounding you from behind, pinning you down against the desk in his room, which he had frantically shoved all the books and papers off of in a desperate attempt to fuck you as soon as possible. It wasn’t unusual for you two to end up like this after a long study session, but it was unusual how slow and sensual he was being at the moment. Solomon had never been one to shy away from pulling your hair and railing into you as if his life depended on it, muttering dirty words into your ears. But suddenly, he decided to take his time, pushing in and out of you so slowly that you could feel almost every twitch of his cock inside of you. It was almost too much to bear-you needed him to go faster-harder. That was when it slipped out. “Please fuck me harder, daddy,” you whimpered. Solomon leaned forward toward your body, breathing close to your ear. “Oh, yeah, M/C? You want that? You want to be fucked and used by your daddy, huh? You want me to destroy that tight little hole of yours? Go ahead, call me daddy again.”

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loverlele · 4 years

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Oblivious

Spencer Reid x Bi!Female Reader

Warnings: bad language, a bit of sex talk

A/N: Happy pride month! I know there’s lots of evil things going on in the world at the moment so I wanted to bring a bit of happiness back, even if it is just for a few minutes. I have a Bi!Spencer Reid x Male Reader one shot (possibly a mini series) coming soon, as well as a Lesbian!Emily Prentiss one shot in the works. Let me know if you want a part 2, possibly a smutty chapter? Who knows ;) anyways enough of my rambling, enjoy :)

Word count: 2023

“Hey good job today angel face” Morgan says from opposite me as I pack up my bags to head home. “Everyone’s going for drinks in a bit, fancy coming?”

“Since when have I ever said no to drinks with my favourite man?” I sarcastically shoot back.

“Well considering Reid hasn't asked you out for drinks, I can't comment on that one sunshine.” I pick up a piece of paper from my desk and throw it at him. Unfortunately I have a shit sense of aim, so it ended up going way to the right of Derek and hitting Emily square in the forehead.

“Oops, sorry Em!” I say, skipping over to my best friend and kissing the spot it collided with her face at. Unable to contain her laughter anymore, she erratically waved her hands in front of her face to get to back off. I do, not before messing her hair up with my fingers.

“Uhhhh, what have I walked into?” comes a voice from my left. I spin round and see Spencer stood next to my desk with a puzzled expression on my face. I sheepishly smile at him, looking at Derek for help.

“Y/N once again tried to hit me with a flying object, but her awful aim stopped that from happening and it hit Em instead” Derek laughed out. With a fake anger look on my face I kept on Derek and held him in a fake chokehold. I didn't think twice at how immature it might make me seem, but once I heard Spencer’s adorable laugh I knew I didn't need to second guess myself.

“Hey you adorable human being, get your own man” Garcia says as she walks up to the mess that has unravelled. I rub Derek’s head firmly before sliding off his shoulders, placing my feet firmly on the ground. Well, so I thought. As it seemed though, the earth hated me. As my feet made contact with the ground, my knees buckled and I fell backwards. A firm, but soft pair of hands caught me and helped me steady myself. I didn't need to turn around to look at who had caught me, I could recognise those hands from a mile away.

“Thanks you” I muttered slowly pulling myself off him.

“No problem.”

Feeling the tensions rise in the air I turn my attention back to Garcia, who is now perching on Emily’s desk with a smirk on her face. That little shit, I mutter to myself. Thankfully, my comment wasn't heard by anyone. “For your information Pen, I don't need no man thank you. I am perfectly capable of making my own bad decisions without a helping hand.”

“Amen to that girl!” Emily calls out.

“What about a woman?” Derek asks as we collectively make our way to the lifts. We all manage to fit into one life and I press the button before leaning around Spencer to whack his arm.

“Bite me Derek Morgan.”

“I’m sure Emily would happily do that” he retorts, smirking. This time it was Emily’s turn to whack Derek’s arm. The sounds of bickering between Emily and Derek fill the elevator.

As we get get down to the car park the bickering stops and a wave of realisation hits me like a gust of wind. “Fuck” I mutter, pulling out my phone to see who could come get me.

“Hey, you okay?” a quiet voices comes from besides me.

“Jesus Christ Spence, you scared me!”

“Sorry I didn't mean to. Seriously, are you okay? I don't see your car” he says, quickly scanning the car park for signs of my car.

“My car’s in the garage getting its suspension fixed. I forgot to ask my roommate to pick me up from work tonight and now its 10pm and she's probably already out. Oh my god, how am I going to get home-”

“Hey it’s okay, we’ll go to yours to grab what you need before heading to the bar to meet the others. Come on, hop in” he says, opening the passenger side door before scooting round to the drivers side and getting in. It didn't take long for me to make up my mind, I mean it was either go with him or try to find my own way home AND then my way to the bar we were all set to meet at 11. I got in, shooting him a smile and we head off.

- AT THE BAR -

“Hey! Finally you showed up, we were beginning to think you weren't coming” JJ says and we approach the booth.

“Don’t be silly, we don't do this very often anymore. I wouldn't miss it for the world” I say scooting into the booth, situating myself between Emily and Spencer. Oh great, this won't be awkward at all, I say to myself. Almost as if he'd read my mind (or, most likely, the awkwardness I was displaying) Spencer’s leg shifted slightly and met mine. I looked up at him slightly, yet his focus was on Morgan and debating on what alcohol would get them drunk the fastest.

After a few drinks everyone seems to have loosened up a bit. I mean, even Spencer was on his third drink of the night. The norm for this team is as the number of drinks consumed got higher, the more secrets (or “tea” as Penelope would sometimes put it) were revealed. And tonight proved no different that normal.

“Let’s do truth or drink guys!” Penelope half shouted. The bar we were at is one of our favourite ones to go to together and tonight was pretty loud in here. Meaning as the surroundings got louder, the louder we all became. Even though every single one of us groaned at the idea, we all knew better than to disagree with a tipsy Penelope. It started off relatively innocent and calm, until it got to Derek’s turn Derek, having been waiting for 10 minutes already, knew exactly what and who he wanted to ask. It was no surprise to me when he pointed at me.

“Little miss sunshine, ready for your question?”

“I was born ready baby, give it to me.”

“Do you have a preference of who you date?And if so, what is it.”

That fucker. Not a drinking session goes by that I don't get asked about my sexuality I mean don't get me wrong, I love educating people and I love the sight on Derek’s face when I end up getting the number of a girl he’s expressed interest in. Taking a swig of my drink, I ponder on the question for a few moments before replying,

“I have a ‘type’ of women that I find myself automatically gravitating myself towards. I mean I guess I have a type of guy I like too. I don't know, I just go with what my heart says most of the time.”

“You still need to describe it sunshine” he says, smirking into his drink. It’s not as if we haven't had this discussion before, and by ‘we’ I mean Derek and myself. He knew what it was, he just wanted to see me suffer.

“I hate you” I groan, shuffling around to get comfortable before I answer Derek’s question. I take a big swig of my drink as I go to reply “red headed girls with a quick temper.”

“And the guys?” Spencer says, breaking his silence and looking at me.

“Brown mess hair, bit of a dork, goofy, tall, thinks Halloween is the best holiday of the year” I say, drawing my lips into a small smirk and taking another sip of my drink. Spencer doesn't even blink twice at my reply. Idiot.

Everyone’s questions seemed a lot tamer than mind. For example, JJ would be asked “what's the most romantic thing Will’s ever done for you?” and Derek’s would be “so you wish you had more freedom with your work hours?”. But mine, “craziest place you've had sex?” or “one person you'd happily let jump your bones right now?” (10 points if you guess who asked that one). After a few rounds I squeezed through the crowd and up to the bar for refills, and shots. I was under strict instructions to get at least 20 shots, no less.

“Hey can I have the same again, but with 20 shots as well?” shooting the bar tender a smile and giving the name of the open tab.

“Sure things hun, what shots do you want?” she asks.

“Surprise me,” I say, not really knowing what to order. I feel a tap on my shoulder, alerting me that someone was behind me. I spin around to see the most gorgeous red head stood in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, the laughing was easing at the table and I could see the glances they were all giving in my direction. Great, an audience is just what I need.

“Hey, so I hope I’m not over stepping by saying I think you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen here.”

“Hi, that’s so sweet of you! You are absolutely stunning yourself” I say, feeling 5 sets of eyes on me.

“Um would it be possible for me to get your number?” she asks, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s not that I don't find you ridiculously attractive, I um” I trail off slightly, glancing back and locking eyes with the messy haired brunette at my table. He flashes me a small, yet sad smile before turning his attention to JJ. “It wouldn't be fair to either of us if I did that because my hearts already with someone else.”

“It’s cool, I get it. Whoever they are is a lucky person” she says, smiling sweetly before turning and walking away. I turn back to the bar and grab the tray of drinks, slowly making my way back to the table. This time, when I reach the table, its quiet and all eyes are on me.

“What?” I ask, as I hand out the drinks and put the shots in a circe in the middle of the table. I scoot back into the booth, regaining my seat in between Spencer and Emily.

“Why did you turn her down?” Derek asks in disbelief, “in the 5 years I've known you I have never seen you turn down someone that quickly. Especially not a smoking hot red head like that!”

“You say that as if it's a crime Derek. I wasn't interested, I said no and we parted ways. End of conversation.”

“But why?” Spencer asks, “she’s exactly your type.”

“Yeah and so are you yet you're still an oblivious fuck” I mutter. Something in the air changed the second those words fell out of my mouth. I couldn't quite figure out if it was a good change or not.

“What was that Y/N?” Derek asks, smirking.

“What I said was not meant for your ears so shut it” I ramble looking over at Spencer, who’s still staring at me and seemingly in a world of his own. I try to study his face, looking for some kind of answer or reply to what I’d just said.

Sensing the obvious tension in the air Penelope did the best thing she could think of doing, shouting out the words “SHOT TIME EVERYONE!”. That seemed to do the trick as it knocked Spencer out of whatever alternate timeline he was in. He grabs 2 shots, placing one in front of you and keeping the other in his hand.

“To friendship” JJ said, raising her shot glass to the roof.

“To friendship!” the others yelled, clinking glasses and putting back the shots.

Spencer’s hand found its way to your thigh under the table, squeezing it tightly as he muttered, “to friendship.” downing the shot. His eyes locked on mine.

“To friendship” I say, pulling my lips to the glass with a smirk and downing it. Hmm, maybe he's completely oblivious after all, I say to myself before locking hands with Spencer under the table.

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #707: The Slap (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

2:23 p.m. at Smash's Mansion.......

Bowser: ('Scoffs') I don't believe your ass already, Ridley. There's no way you actually managed to get a lady's number!

Ridley: (Glares at Bowser) Why? You think just because I'm some monsterous space pirate, I wouldn't have any chances on scoring with anyone?

Hades: (Rolled his Eyes) You practically put the words right out of our mouths on that one.....

Ganondorf: You're appearance alone does seem more threatening.in the eyes, compare to the rest of us.

Bowser: (Gives Ridley a Smug Look on His Face) We have more chances of getting any woman than you wish you can.

Ridley: Really? (Crosses his Arms Together) Then by all means, tell me what exactly you imbeciles have to impress the ladies that I don't!?

Ganondorf: Well, I have muscles, dark magic, a evil, dominate personality....

Bowser: I can kidnap any princess no problem. (Shutters a Little in Fear) As long as it isn't Daisy.....

Hades: (Puts on the Most Smug Like Grin He Ever Had) Do you have any idea who you're asking this to? I'm motherfucking Hades! I can get any woman I want with little to no effort.

Sephiroth: (Smirks Confidently While Holding Onto a Cheerful Pichu in his Arms) I'm already a fan favorite in this town. Isn't that right, son?

Pichu: (Happily Cheers) Pichu!~

Mewtwo: (Crosses his Arm While in an Uninterested Manner) Love and romances are beyond my interest......

Dark Samus: ...................................

Bowser: See, even Dark Samus gas a chance at getting more numbers than you can!

Ridley: ('Groans') Forget I asked.....All I know is that I have enough charm and personality to get as much beautiful ladies than you hooligans can ever dream of havi- (Sudden Feels Someone Tapping his Shoulder) Hm? (Turns Around at the Person) What do you- (Eyes Widened at the Person) want?

The person in question was none other than Chun-Li, who is now glaring harshly at the space pirate in complete silence.

Bowser: (Eyes Widened at the Woman Presence) Holy shit, is that Chun-Li-

Ganondorf: (Sliently Shushes at Bowser)

Ridley: (Confused at the Woman Glaring at Him as he Slowly Raises his Finger Up) Uhhhhhhh.........Can I....help you-

Then, without warning, Chun-Li suddenly gives the space pirate three, stinging slaps across the face. The third slap she delivered was so hard that it caused Ridley to crash on the club's table.

Bowser: (Immediately Got Up From the Table Along with Everyone Else) Oh shit!

Ganondorf: That escalated quickly.....

Sephiroth: (Still Holding Onto Pichu) It's more unexpected if anything..........

Mewtwo: Whatever Ridley did to her, he deserves it.

Dark Samus: ...............................

Ridley: (Groans and Winces in Pain from the Slaps he Has Gotten) What did I....do......

Chun-Li: That...was for murdering Samus' parents, you heartless monster! (Gives Ridley One Final Glare Before Walking Away) ('Hmph')

'A Bit of Silence'

Bowser: Soooooooooooo uhhh.......('Clicks is Tongue') You guys wanna talk about what just happened, or-

Hades: Mheheheheh....Aheheheheh....AH!-

Meanwhile at the Living Room.......

Samus: (Smiles Softly as She Sees her Girlfriend Making her Way to the Sofa) Hey there, beautiful stranger~ What took you so long? And where your bottle of water?

Chun-Li: I uh.... (Looks Down While Shyly Twiddling her Fingers Around) Didn't get the water bottle......

Samus: Really? How come?

Chun-Li: Well.....you see, I didn't get it because.... u-ummmm...........(Finally Sighs in Defeat) I can't lie to you like this, Sammy......

Samus: (Frowns a Little in Worry) What do you mean? What's wrong?

Chun-Li: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) I didn't go to the kitchen to get water. I....went to the dining halls to see one of your mortal enemies, Ridley, in person. A-And by seeing him in person, I mean....... slapping him across the face.....

Samus: (Eyes Widened in Complete Surprised) You bitch slapped Ridley!?

Chun-Li: I-I-I wouldn't go as far as to put it like that! But....('Sigh') If you insist, then yeah..... it's the truth.

Samus: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Holy shit.........

Chun-Li: (Immediately Feels Terrible as She Bows at Samus) Gomenasai! I didn't mean to do something like that! I felt really bad about what happened to your parents and, well, I-

Before Chun-Li could even finish her sentence and much to her very surprise, Samus gives her a sudden yet loving and passionate kiss on the laps, which lasted about a few seconds before she slowly pulling away.

Samus: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) I love you~

Chun-Li: (Immediately Blushes Bright Red) Really? I-I-I mean!.... Y-You're not... really mad at me?

Samus: What? (Chuckles Lightly) Of course I'm not mad at you, 'hon. I was more surprised that you actually went over there and did it if anything. That and....(Smiles Softly While Blushing Herself) It really made me happy that you did all of this for me. I mean, I know everyone else in this mansionwould've done the same for me, but..... I'm still thankful.

Chun-Li: (Stares at Samus for a Few Seconds Before Smiling Softly Herself) Sammy~ You don't need to thank me for something like that. I just....Did what I thought was right....or at least justifiable. I mean, really, take it from someone who dealt with someone taking their love ones away from them in a young age. Or.....more so.....(Frowns a Little) a father......

Samus: (Begins to Frown as Well) Oh no. I'm so sorry. Who was the guy who did that to you?

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') An evil dictator name, Bison. Hate him with a passionate.....But at least he's finally dead now. So I don't have to worry about him anymore.

Samus: That's good at least. Again, I'm really sorry you had to go through with all of that...... Losing your own father and everything......

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly) It's okay, Samus. I may still miss him to this very day, but......in a way, his passing......kind of helped that there's more to life than just mourning and being miserable. I may had some stressful times along the way, sure, but....thanks to a few of my closest friends, colleagues, and Li Fein, I still manage to pull through in the end and I'm proud of myself for that.

Samus: (Smiles Softly) As you should be. You are the Strongest Woman in the World after all. (Winks at Chun-Li)

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Oh geez....People still call me that nowadays?

Samus: Oh definitely. You do have some impressive feats in your arsenal.

Chun-Li: Maybe. (Gently Holds Samus' Hand with Two of Hers) But I believe you're just as strong as me and any woman in this world. I know losing a love one and...even living with someone who harmed them in the first place, can be pretty tough at times. But as long as you can help your head held high and keep living life to the very fullest, I'm positive you'll continue doing just fine in this world. Don't you think?

Samus: (Simply.Nodded in Agreement) I understand it completely thanks to you. And hey, if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to and all of that, I'm always here for you.

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded as Well) Thank you so much....... S-So uh....

Samus: Hm? What's up?

Chun-Li: After that kiss you gave me.....(Starts Blushing Again) You really meant it when you said you love me?~

Samus: (Starts Blushing Herself) Oh! Uhh.....Yeah. I....guess I really did. (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Sorry about saying it out of nowher-

Before Samus could even finish that sentence, Chun-Li pulls her in and gives her a loving, passionate Kiss on the lips. Causing the Bounty Hunter's blush to turn bright red.

Chun-Li: (Pulls Away From Samus For a Few Seconds While Giving her a Playful Smirk on her Face) Don't be. I love you too, Sammy~

Samus: (Almost Speechless) C-C-C-Cool- (Gets Pulled into Another Kissing Session with the Strongest Woman in the World)

Bonus

Hades: (Continues Laughing his Ass Off at Ridley) AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Ridley: (Sighs in Annoyance as He Rubs his Slapped Cheek Up and Down) Are you done laughing now or-

Hades: (Holds his Finger Up as He's Still Laughing at the Still Annoyed Space Pirate) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ('Inhales Deep Breath') AHHHHH!- (Suddenly and Finally Calms Himself Down) All done now.

Ridley: Finally-

Hades: HA! Now I'm done.

Ridley: (Growls at the God of the Underworld)

Ganondorf: Okay! As entertaining as that situation was, I think it's about time we start figuring all of this out.

Bowser: (Smirks Smugly at Ridley While Snickering) Yeah. Like wondering what you did to piss off "the Strongest Woman in the World"

Ridley: (Glares at Bowser) I DON'T KNOW, OKAY!? Seriously, she just slapped me and blamed me for killing Samus' parents-

Hades: Which you definitely did, by the way.

Ridley: SHUT UP! A-And another thing......(Starts Getting Flabbergasted) I-I didn't even know the woman who Samus was!!

Ganondorf: Yeah. How does she knows who the Bounty Hunter is anyways?

Mewtwo: They're in the romance relationship with one another.

Ganondorf: (Turns to Mewtwo With Genuine Surprised in his Eyes) Wait. Seriously?

Mewtwo: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Why else would a veteran Street Fighter go as far as to slap someone like Ridley across the face three times? It's one of the many ways for any partner to defend their love ones honor, after all.

Bowser: Huh. (Chuckles Lightly) Well, good on Samus for scoring someone like her.

Ridley: (Still Irritated).Yeah. Sure. Good for her. Who gives a shit!? I'm still in pain here!

Hades: Oh give it a rest already, you blantent pussy. So you got bitch slapped by your arch nemesis' girlfriend. Big deal! You can just walk it off and-

Before Hades can finish his sentence, one of Dark Pit's girlfriends, Misako, comes out of nowhere and gives him a hard hitting punch in the gut, followed by a flying kick to the face by Kyoko, another one of Dark Pit's girlfriends, instantly causing poor God to fall down into the ground in utter pain.

Hades: (Groans in Pain)

Misako: (Walks Up to the Beaten Hades) That was for making our Angel Boi watch Boku no Pico, jackass! (Gives Hades a Middle Finger Before Walking Off)

Kyoko: (Turns Away While Crossing her Arms and Following Misako Behind) ('Hmph')

Sephiroth: (Still Holding Onto a Giggling Pichu) Well, what do you know? Another unexpected chain of events.

Bowser: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. And it's two for the price of one.

Hades: That brat.....punched me in the gut......Why.....Why would she punched me in the gut?........

Ridley: Not so funny getting your ass kicked, doesn't it?

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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And in today’s episode of three am thoughts

This blog has been giving subtle merthur love and I love that. But it’s also filled with O’Knutzy and then there’s the whole O’Knutzy living in a castle thing. You can already see where this is going.

FinnLo as Knights and Leo is a born sorcerer (are they called warlocks???). And they are already dating at this point and Leo decided they deserve to know he has ✨magic✨But Finn and Logan can’t kill Leo because he is just that cute and they love him so instead they try to “fix” him. But Leo is not having that BS and also if he stopped using magic it could kill him.

But FinnLo still has a lifetime of Uther indoctrination to unlearn and still think that Leo will be corrupted eventually. Now here we add a cup of angst. Make FinnLo give Leo an iron bracelet (iron hurst magical beings and stops people from using magic). But Leo was born with his magic, it’s a part of who he is as a person so the iron is just slowly killing him. FinnLo don’t notice at first because Leo refuses to tell them it hurts like a bitch. By the end of the third day Leo is... how do I put this nicely??? Well he is dying and he won’t survive another day if they don’t take the bracelet off.

Now FinnLo is very worried because they love Leo and how can he be evil if he is letting himself be tortured for their sake. Also they feel like shit because the last thing they want is to hurt Leo.

Anyway they take the bracelet off there’s a lot of tears and angst and hurt/comfort and all that good stuff. In the end Leo ends up showing them his magic (and ‘WOW THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER’ probably FinnLo). And FinnLo is having a mini panic attack because and I quote from my brain at 2 in the morning “we could’ve lost him” -Finn and “how can someone believe this is evil” -Logan. (The line are thoughts not things they actually said). And they realize how close to losing their best friend and love of their life they were and TEARS again.

Now this are the mini details outside of O’Knutzy that I remember. Uther is alive and well 🔪. Arthur is prince and Merlin is his servant. The whole thing starts with a training session and FinnLo wanting to leave to meet up with Leo. Leo lives in a village near Camelot. They like to meet up in the clearing were Kilgarrah always appears after he is banished. Leo is ✨powerful✨ enough to be a high priest. ALL THE TEAMMATES ARE KNIGHTS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. none belong to the round table tho 🙂. Aithusa does rescue morgana HOWEVER she does not stay with her. Aithusa is Leo’s Dragon. Leo cannot burn he’s powers revolve around fire it’s what he is good at and he cannot burn (it would be funny if Uther sentenced him to the pyre and FinLo is just standing there trying not to laugh because their mans is ✨fireproof✨).

Some O’Knutzy stuff that could happen after the whole bracelet thing is over and FinnLo slowly fall in love with Leo’s magic.

Leo enchanting some crystal necklaces so his boys are always protected and he knows if they are safe

Finn and Logan loving how Leo’s eyes glow gold

Finn and Logan spoiling aithusa when they eventually meet her

(This one could be its own separate fic but I’m not good at writing so I’m putting it here). FinnLo find Leo lying down with his eyes closed and hands buried in the dirt and there’s flowers blooming all around him and he looks beautiful and they fall in love all over again

✨Flower Crowns✨ but they never wilt because ✨magic✨

Arthur and Merlin being nosy and following FinnLo after practice one day and seeing them with Leo (if they see Leo using magic or not is up to your imagination). If Merthur does in fact end up seeing Leo use his magic Merlin has to hold Arthur back from doing something stupid.

For the purpose of this idea Leo doesn’t have a last name. In the time period we are talking about peasant didn’t have last names only noble men and women had them.

Wow this thing is so long... oops. I needed someone to bounce ideas of off not that I’ll ever write it I can’t write dialogue to save my life.

Oh my god that’s such a cool idea wow it’s so detailed!!!! I love it!!!

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: Tee Time Pairing: KuroTsuki Rating: G Word Count: 3,572 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Kuroo and Tsukishima fight about trivial things, there is only one way to solve their problems.

For @its-love-u-asshole because she’s the best and deserves all the fluffy Kurotsuki!!! Thanks to @liziscribbles for betaing this!

The tension was palpable, angry sparks zapping through the air.

"I'm telling you," Kuroo insisted.

"You can tell me all your want, doesn't mean I'll listen," Tsukishima was quick to retort.

Kuroo wished he could remember exactly how they had gotten to this place. It was rare for Kuroo to find himself fighting with his boyfriend.

He couldn't pinpoint when it got so intense, but it most likely started when Tsukishima pulled out The Good Dinosaur and declared it to be the best Pixar movie.

"The... Good Dinosaur..." Kuroo sputtered. Did anyone else even remember that film existed? "Babe... I think your bias is showing..."

Look, it was on brand for Tsukishima, Kuroo could agree with that for sure. But...

"No, it has nothing to do with my... appreciation for dinosaurs."

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, clearly finding that difficult to believe. Tsukishima simply clicked his tongue. "Okay, that is a small part of it... " He rolled his eyes. "Okay then, what is the best Pixar movie in your opinion? I swear if you tell me Cars, we're getting a divorce."

"Pfft! No, not that! It's Toy Story. The trilogy is amazing and wraps up nicely!" Kuroo nodded sagely. It was the obvious right answer, even with the uncertainty of Toy Story 4 looming on the horizon. "Plus, there's a dinosaur in it, so that can satisfy your dino needs."

Tsukishima's face fell. "Eh, Toy Story? It's okay, I guess."

"Okay?! Just okay?!"

Kuroo decided that response was far worse than anyone saying Cars was their favorite Pixar movie.

And so now, here they were, arguing.

"Babe," Kuroo urged. "It's okay to be wrong."

"Are you giving yourself a pep talk?" Tsukishima snorted, folding his arms over his chest.

Kuroo sighed, tilting his head back and forth. "Well... it seems we've come to an impasse."

"Mmm..." Tsukishima nodded, turning towards the window to check the weather. It was a nice enough day for it...

Yes, it was rare that Kuroo found himself fighting with his boyfriend, but when they did fight, there was only one good way to solve their problems...

"Two for a round of mini-golf please," Kuroo smirked, slamming his money on the kiosk desk and looking up at Terushima Yuuji.

The idiot had been working at the mini-golf course for the past few months, but not because he wanted or needed a job. Currently, he was being punished for diving into the mini-golf pond when he missed a hole-in-one on the final hole. It had been funny at the time, but Terushima certainly wasn't laughing now. Not when he was forced to dress in the stuffy Putt-Putt Castle green polo shirt, and deal with dumbasses like Kuroo and Tsukishima.

However, he still regretted not finishing first in that epic game. He would beat Futakuchi one of these days. He swore on the ugly green polo shirt, or so he declared passionately to Kuroo when he was drunk one night.

Currently however Terushima was trapped in the kiosk, staring at the two guys in front of him. He raised his eyebrow. "So, what did you two dorkwads fight about this time?"

Terushima was more than familiar with how Kuroo and Tsukishima worked. They would fight about something fairly inconsequential (because when did they ever fight about something real), and then they would show up to play a round of mini-golf to determine who was correct in the fight.

It wasn't a very sound solution and usually resulted in one them being disgruntled for the rest of the night, until they started making out and all would eventually be forgotten. The road to the make out session was long, yes, but hey, they had fun along the way.

"This beautiful idiot seems to think The Good Dinosaur is the best Pixar movie of all time." Kuroo snorted, gesturing to his less than happy boyfriend.

Terushima folded his arms. "Wait... what movie is that? I don't think I even saw it."

"'Course you didn't," Tsukishima clicked his tongue. He sighed heavily, as if explaining this movie to Terushima was the biggest burden the blond ever faced. "It's the movie about the dinosaur-"

"I mean, I assumed! Is he good too?" Terushima smirked, leaning over the counter of the kiosk.

"You know what-"

"Okay, okay, I'll try and check it out! What did Kuroo say his favorite was?"

"Toy Story. The correct answer," Kuroo insisted.

"Okay, so, you're both wrong. Up is obviously the best Pixar movie-"

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "Wrong."

"Basic," Tsukishima clicked his tongue.

Of course, Terushima would like Up. In fact, he probably cried like a baby in Futakuchi's arms at the beginning of the movie, and Terushima probably quoted Dug's 'I have just met you and I love you' line to Futakuchi on a regular basis.

"Hey, at least I didn't say Cars," Terushima muttered.

"Fair enough," Tsukishima nodded. It was good they could all agree about one thing at least. What self-respecting person over the age of ten would actually say Cars is their favorite Pixar movie?

"Can you just give us the clubs man?" Kuroo asked, leaning against the kiosk.

"I mean, you are holding up the line," Terushima said, glancing to the empty spots behind Kuroo and Tsukishima. He reached behind him and pulled out the tallest golf clubs they had (which were still pretty short). "Here you go. What color balls you want?"

"Heh," Kuroo smirked but Tsukishima nudged him.

"Orange," he said.

"Red for me!" Kuroo reached forward to grab the red ball off the counter and they started on the path.

"Good luck!" Terushima called out. "I hope you have fun watching The Good Dinosaur later!"

"Hey! I have the power of god and Toy Story on my side! To infinity and beyond!" Kuroo called out, zooming towards the first hole. He didn't need to look at his boyfriend to know his face was probably bright red.

Putt-Putt Castle was what one would expect from a mini-golf course. It was medieval themed, so of course, one hole had a castle, one had a windmill, there were scattered decorations of knights, horses, and princesses, and one hole even had what was now a deformed wizard after someone threw their golf club right through the dude's head. Kuroo was happy he missed witnessing that.

There was a large pond in the middle and the course looped around it. It led up to a tall waterfall and there was one hole that hooked around the water and led them back down to the beginning of the course.

They both knew the course by heart.

In fact, they shared their first kiss up by the waterfall. There was a small lookout point on at the top hole. It overlooked the small pond and water fountain. During one of their spats, Kuroo took Tsukishima over there and kissed him. He couldn't really remember why they were arguing at the time (that was usually how these mini-golf challenges went) but he did remember how beautiful Tsukishima pale skin looked in the moonlight that night, the glowing lights on the waterfall reflecting off his skin.

Even now, with his angry, furrowed brow, Tsukishima looked beautiful. Unfair.

"Should we flip to see who goes first?" Kuroo asked and Tsukishima nodded, pulling a coin from his pocket.

"I call tails," he said, and flipped it up, letting the coin land on the ground. Heads.

"Oh, ho, ho look who's off to a good start!" Kuroo smirked, leaning forward on his golf club.

"You say that every time and then you end up losing," Tsukishima scoffed.

"Listen, sometimes, I can't stand looking at your beautiful face pouting all the time, so I let you win." He wiggled his butt and placed his red ball on the green, getting ready to aim.

"Sure. I'm sure that's what it is," the blond snorted, looking at him in disbelief.

The first hole was simple. Probably to help little kids think they could handle this course no problem. It wasn't exactly challenging, but there were a few evil holes.

"You ready for this expert putt?" Kuroo asked.

"Please, go ahead," Tsukishima said, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"There's a way to putt perfectly, Kei," he smirked, tapping the putter against the ground.

"Enlighten me," he muttered, voice falling flat.

"First, you gotta really line everything up." Kuroo held the putter up and aimed the handle directly towards the hole. "Then you gotta imagine the curve of the ball from where you hit it. It's all geometry babe."

"Right," Tsukishima snorted.

"Here goes," he said. He drew back the putter and tapped it forward, so the ball curved slightly to the right. The landed towards the back of the hole, pressed against one of the bricks. Of course, he missed the hole completely, but Kuroo shrugged his shoulders back. "Tada."

"What is 'tada'?" Tsukishima asked, raising his eyebrow.

"This is exactly what I planned!" Kuroo said, walking down the course to stand by the ball.

"It is? You planned to have it close to the wall?" he asked, a playful lilt in his voice.

"Uh huh! This spot is optimal for putting!"

"Yes, next to the wall," Tsukishima nodded, his eyebrow quirked. He leaned down, placing down the orange ball on the green. Tsukishima glanced at the hole and gently moved the putter back, tapping the ball down the course. It rolled mostly straight, though it curved, ending just a few inches away from the hole.

"Nice try," Kuroo smirked, shooting finger guns at him.

Tsukishima walked up to his ball and stared flatly at Kuroo while he gently tapped it in. "At least I'm not next to the wall."

In the end, Kuroo got a three while Tsukishima walked away with a two.

The first few holes were mostly simple, and Kuroo and Tsukishima stayed close in score. On hole two, Kuroo scored a two and Tsukishima scored a three, but later on they both scored two and then Tsukishima pulled ahead when Kuroo accidentally hit his ball into a tiny sand trap.

Though Kuroo noticed Tsukishima did seem quieter than normal. Even when they fought, mini-golf always cheered them up. However, Tsukishima didn't even seem to care about Kuroo's competitive quips.

Then came hole number seven, the three-hole hole. It was famous for being cursed, since the three holes which ultimately led to the final hole were unpredictable. For awhile, everyone believed if one were to hit it down the left hole, it would guarantee an automatic hole-in-one. However, that theory was quickly debunked a few games later when hitting it to the left actually got the ball the furthest away from the final hole.

Kuroo was convinced it changed on a daily basis, but it was probably more about the angle and velocity at which he hit his ball. Why ruin magic with math?

"I wonder which one is special today..." Kuroo tapped his chin.

"Who knows," Tsukishima shrugged. "But you're going first, so test one out for me."

"What!?" Kuroo blinked. "Maybe I won't tell you where the ball lands," he snorted.

"I'll go look myself then."

Kuroo twisted his lips, frowning at his boyfriend. If Tsukishima won this, it meant he would have to sit and actually watch The Good Dinosaur again. Of course, getting to see Tsukishima looking all cute and happy while they watched the movie would probably make it worth it, but Kuroo's pride was also on the line.

He placed the ball down and decided to aim towards the right. With Kuroo's horrid luck, the ball bounced against a tiny pebble he must not have seen and awkwardly swerved towards the middle hole. It went down the tube and eventually spit back out on the other side.

Kuroo dashed towards the other side side of the green, watching as his ball rolled out of the middle hole and down towards the main hole. Kuroo's eyes widened as the ball stopped right before the hole, just an inch away. "Dammit!" he yelled and suddenly Tsukishima was peering over his shoulder.

"Seems the middle is good today."

"Oi!" Kuroo snorted. "If you knock my ball away... we will get that divorce."

"Sure," Tsukishima shrugged at the very empty threat.

Gently he tapped his ball forward, watching as it rolled down the middle slot. He walked casually forward, watching as it pressed against Kuroo's ball.

"Aw babe," Kuroo said, leaning towards Tsukishima. "Our balls are kissing-"

Tsukishima immediately pushed Kuroo's face out of the way as he tapped his ball in, not touching Kuroo's.

"Well," Kuroo frowned, hitting his own in immediately afterwards. "At least you didn't ruin my shot."

Tsukishima scoffed. "Of course not. I'm playing fair," he smirked, "and winning." He grabbed the score card from Kuroo to enter their numbers.

"For now," Kuroo smirked, climbing up the stairs towards the next hole.

They began to climb the stairs to head up to the tall waterfall hole. Hole number thirteen. Though Kuroo honestly considered it to be a lucky hole, since he usually got to steal a kiss or two up there, especially if the place wasn't busy.

At the top, Kuroo immediately bounded over to the lookout point. "C'mon Kei! C'mere!" he smiled and held his hand out to him.

Tsukishima frowned. "I'm winning. I want to keep winning. Stop trying to distract me."

"Eh!?" Kuroo pouted. Normally Tsukishima would always let Kuroo kiss him here, but today he didn't seem to be in the mood.

Maybe he was more upset than Kuroo realized.

"It's your turn," Tsukishima said, and Kuroo blinked, nodding as he stepped over to the course. He placed his ball down and smirked as he tapped it, letting it roll down the long hill. If anyone got a hole-in-one on this course, they won 5 bucks and a free game of mini-golf. It was rare that it ever happened, though once Kuroo's uncle had won. He gave it to Kuroo instead.

He turned towards Tsukishima, a playful glint in his eye. He wanted him to have fun, even if this had all come about because of a silly fight.

Dashing down the hill, he ran down the green instead of taking the stairs. As a kid, he always did this, but as an adult, well... he still usually did. He laughed when he got the to bottom, looking at how both of their balls seemed to be far from the hole.

"Neither of us were close. I really could've used that free game!" Kuroo said, he said, snapping his fingers.

"I think you can afford mini-golf," Tsukishima said, walking down the steps.

Something didn't feel right, and Kuroo was determined to get to the bottom of it. "Hey... Kei... are you okay? You seem... I dunno... actually mad?"

"Hm..." Tsukishima muttered, tapping his putter against the ground. "I'm not mad."

"Yeah, right," Kuroo snorted. He slowly stepped forward, taking Tsukishima's hands in his own. "Look, I think I know you well enough by now to know something isn't right. I mean even when we have these silly fights, we both have fun doing this. This is the best part of our 'arguments!'"

A small smiled appeared on Tsukishima's face. "Yeah... it is the best part. Especially when you're losing like this."

"Hey! Shut up! Don't change the subject! Are you really upset that I teased you about The Good Dinosaur?"

Tsukishima immediately looked down, shrugged his shoulder, and retreated into himself, like when he was dealing with something too painful to admit. He'd gotten much better at speaking his mind, but sometimes...

"Kei..." Kuroo whispered, cupping his cheeks. He turned the blond's face to meet his, staring into his golden eyes. "I love you... and no matter what you say, I'm not going to actually judge you or anything. I'm never serious about teasing you when it comes to things that are important to you."

"The more I thought about you hating it the more... frustrated I got," he admitted finally.

"First off, I don't hate it, and second off, why? You never care when I don't like something. I mean we have these... joke arguments but..."

"I know but..." he trailed off. Tsukishima's cheeks flushed, his face bright red. He bit down on his lip and sighed. "In... The Good Dinosaur... the two main characters, Arlo and Spot don't have to talk to connect. They find comfort in each other, despite being... so different. And that's how... I feel about you. You make me feel comfortable... you remind me of... family."

Kuroo immediately pressed his lips against Tsukishima's; he couldn't help it. Of course Tsukishima would feel upset about Kuroo not realizing how this movie could relate to Tsukishima's own feelings! It was personal; it held more depth than other movies they had fought about.

Kuroo brushed his thumbs over Tsukishima's pale cheeks, and held him so close, not caring they were practically making out on the mini-golf course.

"Also..." Tsukishima breathed. "I really do like dinosaurs."

Kuroo chuckled softly, pressing his forehead to Tsukishima's. "I know you do, Kei."

Kuroo didn't want to pull back, but they did have a mini-golf game to finish. "How about no matter who wins, we go home and watch The Good Dinosaur?"

Tsukishima smirked. "Maybe we could watch Toy Story after it."

"I sure as hell wouldn't mind that! But first, I gotta kick your ass," he smirked.

"In your dreams," Tsukishima said, moving away from him to tap the ball in one more time.

Things began to feel normal as they made their way through the back nine. Kuroo was happy to see Tsukishima cheering up, back to his competitively playful self. Of course the final, eighteenth hole, loomed on the horizon.

The spinning arms of the windmill slowly rotated. It was next to impossible to get a hole-in-one on the final hole, since the spinning arms usually hit the ball back, blocking it from getting it in on the first try.

Kuroo and Tsukishima were tied now, and Kuroo supposed ending things on a tie would make sense, since they already agreed to watch both movies.

"Alright, time to meet my end," Kuroo muttered, letting the ball drop on the course. It bounced once and he stopped it with his foot. His technique of holding the putter up and aiming carefully had now been replaced by a much faster technique of whacking the ball and hoping it went somewhere.

He slammed his putter against the red ball, watching as it hit the windmill, rolling immediately back to him. "Dammit!" he cursed and behind him he heard Tsukishima snicker. "Don't laugh! You're gonna have to do this in a minute!"

"Mhm..." Tsukishima snorted again.

Kuroo hit at the ball a few more times before he finally slipped by one of the arms, hearing the red ball clatter as it returned to the main kiosk. "Hah! Only took 4 tries! Good luck," he smirked.

Tsukishima slowly leaned down to place his ball at the edge of the green. (Kuroo would've been lying if he said he didn't check out Tsukishima's ass every time). He adjusted his stance and watched as the windmill moved around and around, very intent on watching the rotation.

Finally he nodded his head and swung, his ball passing by and down into the slot. A hole-in-one! "I beat you," he smirked, leaning on his club.

Kuroo's eyes were wide. "Absolute... mad lad!" he breathed, cheering as he ran over to Tsukishima. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek. "I can't even be mad because you just defeated the 18th hole windmill and holy shit, I... am so proud!" he said, pretending to wipe a tear away.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue, a smile pulling across his lips. "C'mon... let's get out of here," he chuckled, tugging his overly-excited boyfriend back to where Terushima looked bored out of his mind in the kiosk.

"So... who won?" he asked.

"Kei!" Kuroo said, slinging his arm around Tsukishima's neck. "But... we decided to watch both movies anyway." He kissed Tsukishima's cheek.

"And you're both disgusting again," Terushima snorted, taking the golf clubs back from them. "I'm supposed to tell you it's half-off if you play a second round, but I have a feeling you're just gonna go home."

"Yeah," Tsukishima said, a small smile on his lips. "I think we're good. See you."

"You're just saying that cause you won!" Kuroo snorted, waving goodbye to Terushima as they walked back towards the parking. Really he was happy to go home. Mini-golf was always fun, but spending quality time snuggled up to Tsukishima on their couch was his favorite thing.

"You didn't actually think you were going to win?" Tsukishima asked.

Kuroo could only shrug. "I dunno, maybe this was gonna be my time to shine."

"I'll let you believe that," Tsukishima said.

"Aren't I lucky?" Kuroo chuckled, nuzzling his cheek.

"You're embarrassing, that's for sure," Tsukishima snorted, pushing his face away. "But... I guess that's what happens when you're family..." he muttered, lacing their hands together, holding them behind his back.

"I love you, Kei. And I'm ready to watch dinosaur movies all night."

Tsukishima's eyes widened. "Does this mean we can watch The Land Before Time too?"

"Hell yes!" Kuroo smirked.

Honestly, if it meant something to Tsukishima and made him smile, Kuroo would've watched any movie he wanted.

#kuroo tetsurou #Tsukishima kei #haikyuu!!#kurotsuki #kurotsukki #hq fanfcition #HQ!!#fluff #RIDICULOUS FICS #this is a meme #but it's for adriana #cause she's perfect #also terushima is there

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Hey so I don’t think I ever posted this story on here, but I’m going to now because I had a dream about it last night and I’m still shook (even though the actual event happened around Halloween). Things get a tiny bit risque so read at your own risk.

So a few days before Halloween I was trying on different costumes and modeling them for my boyfriend and a friend of ours that was possibly going to be in a threeway with us at the time (don’t judge). I’m going to be very honest here, I’m a really big attention whore and I love showing off for my boyfriend, so I decided to strut out into my living room in 5 inch stilettos, a plaid mini skirt, thigh-highs, and a tied up and unbuttoned white dress shirt with a lacy bra underneath. Basically, I was your standard sorority slut on Halloween. But I was LIVING for it (thank you years of catholic school). So I strut my needy ass into the room and bend down with a shit-eating grin to be eye levels with them sitting on the couch.

Now, before I continue, let me add that these two are fully aware how ticklish I am and how much of a needy lee I can be.

My boyfriend is my dom and ler and can’t keep his hands off me even if his life depended on it. He knows all my spots, reads my blogs, and turns me into lee goo on the regular. We have a beautiful relationship (He’ll probably see this later so hi Honeybee!).

My friend has known how ticklish I am for a few years now, and has been the main person to tickle me when my boyfriend isn’t around to do so. He is not half bad at it, and is absolutely BRUTAL when he teams up with my boyfriend (we’ll get to that soon). Due to the circumstances we were in, he now knows about the kinky side of things and is aware of my blogs (Hi friend, if you’re reading this I apologize but you know what goes on in this hellscape and choose to continue to follow me so yeah. Also I’m stressed and could use a hug, and maybe a good laugh).

ANYWAY back to the story at hand!

So I essentially was a very big tease to them in my sexy little outfit, bending over and giggling and showing off like the good little attention whore I am. Well, being who I am and never content with just being looked at, I wiggled my butt between them and tried to squeeze myself onto the couch, looking for more attention. I basically ended up sitting on both of their laps, which would set up my inevitable demise.

Apparently, dom/ler types don’t let little subby lees like me just tease them and drop myself into their clutches like that and then walk away. Oh no. I sealed my fate when I sat in their laps. What started as groping and grabbing turned into stroking and wiggling fingers, and before I knew it I was on my back across their laps with my skirt dangerously ridden up. 20 fingers absolutely ravaged my feet, legs, hips, and belly, and I was captured with no chance of escape. It. Was. Amazing. I couldn’t help but squirm as much as I could though, and I kept accidentally flashing my panties to them trying to curl up and protect myself. As my skirt keeps constantly rising up as I wiggle all over from the super skilled tickles I’m getting, the two of them start teasing me about how I can’t keep still and that I’m probably just trying to flash them on purpose to tease them more. My boyfriend eventually had the ABSOLUTELY EVIL idea to show our friend how astronomically ticklish my upper thighs and and ass are. So here I am, legs pinned up in the air with two of the evilest lers I’ve ever come across tickling the absolute hell out of my butt and the most ticklish spots on my thighs. I screamed and laughed and squirmed, but I was STUCK and they were not giving in any time soon. Luckily, this was all part of my master plan and I loved every second of it, despite being a little embarrassed about having my one of my most secret and silly spots exposed. So yeah that went on for like half an hour as they cooed about how “adorably” flustered I was and how ticklish I am, in that time getting all over my body again and exploiting all my most ticklish spots.

I’d honestly kill to be in that situation again, it was one of the more fun unplanned session-like events I’ve gotten myself into. I loved the attention and the thrill, and the sweet and teasing words made me a blushy messy in the best way. 10/10 would recommend and would like to participate again.

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Dumpweed Chapter 7

TW; small mention of violence

The next day at work was probably the most tense things have been in forever. Ruby hasn't said a word to me since that phone call, but I was invited to a blink rehearsal so I was kind of happy. "Hey, Ivory..." Ruby finally managed to speak up.

"Hmm, what's up?" I responded, sitting on the other side of Ruby's desk.

"I just wanted to apologise for getting mad at you." She apologised. "I was unreasonable, it was a stupid reason to get angry over." She finished off.

"I think I understand, I replied. I know you may have been a little late, but I should have invited you." I replied.

"I don't think it was stupid. You have famous friends now, and you're about to go on a pretty cool tour with your favourite band." She smiled lightly.

"I'm only going on tour because I'm banging the lead singer." I laughed.

"And rightfully so, I see that you two are made for each other. But before you go, we should go out on the town. This gal needs to get her jiggle on!" She giggled.

"I could do Friday night. We leave on Saturday morning." I smiled.

"Well, Friday night it is then!" She shouted in excitement. "Hey, do you think Mark will let us get ready at his place?" She asked.

"I can't see why not." I chuckled. "I will ask at rehearsal tonight.

I was at the blink rehearsal, watching them do their thing. "That sounded awesome!" I clapped, with a big grin on my face. Mark didn't seem as enthusiastic. "I'm glad you think so, but I can't seem to get this part right." He groaned.

"I think it sounded good." Travis spoke up from behind his drum kit.

"Yeah, I agree." Matt finished off. "You do have to remember that this is a rock show, people will won't care if you mess up one part."

"Dude, people notice." Mark argued back. "People always notice our fuck ups." He finished before storming out. I exchanged confused looks at both Matt and Travis.

"He'll be ok. He does tend to get stressed before touring." Travis spoke up.

"I'll go and check on him. See if I can make him feel better."

Mark was standing outside, leaning against the building. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder. Mark looked down and gave me a small grin before turning away and sighing.

"I don't know. I'm just being a fusspot I guess." He huffed.

"I'm no expert, but I thought you sounded good. You always sound good to me." I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Even before you got into my pants." This caused Mark to bust out laughing.

"Well, I'm glad you think so." He smiled.

"Yes, and I think lots of other blink-182 fans would say the same, well maybe not the last part. And Matt, and Travis would say you sound great." I encouraged him, stepping in front of him and placing his hands in mine. "Plus, the Mark I know is confident." I finished off. Mark leaned in and pecked my lips.

"You're pretty amazing, y'know?" He whispered quietly.

"I know. Now, are you going to do back in and do the thing that made me fall for you?" I asked him.

"Yes, but you have to come with me." He replied.

"Oh and one last thing, Ruby and I are going into town on Friday night. Can we get ready at your house?" I asked. Mark smiled softly.

"Good to see you guys have patched things up. Of course you can." He smiled.

The rest of the rehearsal session was a success. I'd hazard a guess that we were all systems go now, Mark and I were parked out the front of my house. "Are you sure you don't want to come back to my place?" He asked, holding a hand in his.

"I'm sure, but I will see you Friday night?" I offered.

"Probably sooner, I don't think I can last two nights without you." He admitted. I looked away, trying to hide my blush.

"Well, I'll be seein' ya." I grinned, pecking Mark on the lips. Only, the peck turned into a mini makeout session.

"That felt like more of a 'please, stay and fuck me, Mark' kiss than a goodbye kiss." Mark smirked as he pulled away.

"And, what are you going to do about it?" I bit back, returning Mark's smirk.

"I am going to make you wait." He smirked.

"You're a bastard." I chuckled. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I love you, Ivory." Mark smiled, kissing my cheek before I opened the car door and made my way to the front door.

I took a seat on the couch. It was oddly quiet tonight, quieter than it has been. I turned on the TV, only to mindlessly scroll through. I pulled my phone out and started texting Mark.

Me: I should have let you stay. It's quiet as fuck here.

Mark: see I told you that you'd get lonely, try music. It helps me.

I smiled at Mark's advice and put my +44 CD in the player. It kind of felt like Mark was here. I sat back down and enjoyed listening to Mark's voice as I nodded off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to someone banging on my front door. What the hell? I thought to myself as I dragged myself up, opening the door to see Robert, my ex on the other side.

"Robert, what the fuck are you doing here?" I swore.

"Hello, Ivory. That wasn't a very nice way to greet your friend." He chuckled, pushing past me into the house.

"What the fuck. Leave. Now. And you're not my friend, you're the jealous ex boyfriend who thought he could get his way by pushing me around." I was half angry and half fearing my life. Robert turned around and smiled an evil grin.

"Maybe I still could." He chuckled, clutching a hand around my neck.

"Please, Robert. I've moved on. I don't want you no more!" I yelled. This was a bad mistake, he raised his fist to hit me.

"Hey, asshole. Get the hell off of her!" I heard a voice shout. He was thrown off me too quickly for me to see who it was, but I soon saw Mark and Travis rushing to my side.

"Ivory, are you ok?" Mark asked, kneeling down to me. "Who was that?"

"Robert, my ex. Don't know what he was doing. We didn't get to those particulars." I sighed. "I didn't think he would actually figure out where I was staying."

"It's ok. You're safe now Ivory." You looked up to see Matt walking towards me.

"Yeah, but I moved out his place. I didn't think he'd figure out where I moved to. I had to leave him. He was violent." I was shaking at this point.

"It's ok, Ivory. He won't hurt you no more." Mark reassured me, he got up and then helped me up, leading me over to the couch. He sat beside me and just held me in his arms. "I won't ever let it happen." He cooed.

"Yeah, you have three mean looking punks to look after you." Matt pointed out.

"I'd hate to break it to you guys, but y'all don't look very mean." I joked. This made everyone laugh out loud.

"Very funny." Mark chuckled, still holding my head against his chest.

"So, what were you guys doing here?" I asked.

"I was wanting to bring you to a rehearsal, but I think we could watch some movies instead." Mark suggested, specially after that.

"Alright, let's do it." I smiled. Watching movies with all.of blink-182, no complaints here.

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Going Home for Christmas

Summary: When Killian Jones’ best friend Emma Nolan asked him to come home with her for Christmas acting as her fiancé, he never could have guessed what it would mean.

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Chapter Six | Bestest Friends Who Kissed Once

Emma finds herself walking into her bedroom at ten o’clock feeling airy and just the tiniest bit giggly after all of the laughter and gossip Girl’s Night allowed. It’s nice, being home, and getting to see everyone again. Even if it means perpetuating a lie.

Her stomach clenches to almost a nauseating level as she thinks about it all again- the endless lying, the plan-making that will never be followed through, the pictures and the wedding plans. It’s all so much and she’s terribly selfish for keeping this going.

She was selfish dragging Killian into this to begin with. They’re friends, not lovers, and it’s far outside of his wheelhouse having to be in a castle surrounded by royalty.

With her eyes squeezed tight, Emma stands silently at her bedroom door and wishes, almost childishly, that they could go back to the diner where she decided on a desperate whim that this was the way to solve her problems.

Nobody will look at her the same again, of this she’s sure. Especially her family. Maybe even Killian himself.

But then a little voice at the back of her head speaks up, reminding her of why she’d done it to begin with. Her parents said years and years ago, that if she wasn’t married by the time she turned twenty-five, they had someone they’d set her up with.

Knowing Mary Margaret, the minute Emma walked through the doors upon arriving solo to the castle, she’d basically already be married to this mystery guy.

While both options for the way this could have gone taste awful in her mouth, so much so she can hardly stomach any of it, this is probably the lesser of the two evils.

At least her family will have a happy Christmas, and she can manage one too. Killian is incredibly patient, and an amazing friend. They’ve spent every Christmas together since they met, so she’d miss him if she came here without him anyway.

Taking a deep breath, Emma turns the knob and once she steps into the mini apartment, she toes out of her shoes at the door and finds the light on for her as well as a covered plate with a sandwich and chips waiting for her.

“I was hoping you’d be back sooner. There was a Pixar marathon that just finished.”

With wide eyes, she looks up to find Killian leaning against the door leading into her bedroom.

He looks absolutely sinful, with mussed hair and sweats hanging low on his hips. He’s wearing a tight tee shirt that leaves not much to the imagination, practically begging her to stare at the flex of his arm muscles where they’re folded against his chest.

On top of it all, he’s smirking slightly, that devilish eyebrow lifted as if they haven’t spent the entire day playing fake fiancé.

“Damn,” Emma shakes her head. She grabs a chip and has a bite. “Sorry I abandoned you to dinner alone with my family.”

Killian waves her off as he steps toward her. “We had a grand time without you.”

Emma laughs once. “Yeah?”

His smile spreads playfully. “Aye. It was quite enjoyable. Had a proper steak dinner, too.”

Having been apart for a while, she finds herself wondering how he’d behaved. She knows he wouldn’t be nasty around anyone, nor would he spoil this thing for her, but she still wonders.

Seeing him so happy has her conflicted, because she keeps imagining that he must hate her for the choice she made to drag him along to Misthaven. Quiet settles between them as she considers this.

Killian’s expression fades ever so slightly. She thinks he might have something he wants to say- actually, she knows he does, because he has this longing look in his eyes that he’s had since early this morning.

“What’d you talk about?” she asks to deter whatever brutally honest thing he may have said.

Killian shrugs. “This and that. Mostly about you. There may have been a few stories about baby Princess Emma that I found immensely enjoyable.”

Emma’s eyes widen. “What did they tell you?”

Her best friend keeps his lips pressed together and his eyebrows wiggle. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She glares at him and hits him in the chest. “What’d they tell you?”

Killian laughs, a big booming laugh that bounces off the ceiling. “Just about silly baby stories. Your mum told me you were keen on steaking through important meetings without your diaper on and you also liked smearing chocolate on the walls. That’s a rather expensive hobby, love.”

Emma rolls her eyes. She retreats back toward her food. Briefly, she wonders if it was him who prepared the plate for her, or if it was her mother. It could have easily been either of them.

“How was Leo?” she asks as she has another bite of a chip. “You went on a hike, right?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “We had loads of fun. We had a good chat too.”

Emma lifts an eyebrow. “Oh?” He hums, but won’t crack. She tosses the meal into the fridge, thinking she might want it later, and then moves toward her best friend. She folds her arms. “What’d you talk about with him?”

Killian chuckles. “I think you’ve got a good idea on that, love.”

She hums. “Well, I’m glad you’re getting along.”

They stare at one another for a few moments and Emma finds herself twisting the ring wrapped around her finger.

She gets to thinking about the day’s events, from the start at brunch, to the kiss that still sends a chill up her spine, to the photo session and the lingering touches- she didn’t hate it. In fact, she enjoyed it.

She’s not sure what it means, not yet. But at least she has her head on straight for the most part.

“Hey, do you want to see something?” Emma asks.

Killian lifts a curious eyebrow. “If it’s your baby photos I’m afraid your mum already took me on that journey, love.”

She gasps. “Not my baby pictures, but that’s good to know.”

He chuckles. “All right. Show me something, Nolan.”

Emma grins at the familiar nickname and turns around to take him out of her bedroom apartment and into the hall. She looks at him.

“When I was growing up, I always wanted a secret space where I could just go and not have to deal with royal business. So, my parents had this whole space designed for me and they promised me they’d never come bother me when I was up there.”

“Well, color me intrigued.”

+ + +

Emma takes him to the rooftop, where the lantern lights are still glowing beneath the shine of the moon and stars above. The stars are one of Killian’s very favorite things and she knows he misses seeing them from the city where they live.

She smiles wryly and turns to Killian. “Well, what do you think of my hideaway?”

Killian hums as he look all around the space. His head tilts backward, so he can look up at the sky, and a slow grin spreads on his face.

“Bloody hell,” he breathes, a white cloud puffing past his lips. He looks down at her and gestures upward happily. “I forgot what it’s like to see stars.”

She brushes her hair behind her ear as she moves toward the outdoor bar with intentions of grabbing the rum. With the bottle in her grasp, she turns back to her best friend.

“Think of it as an apology?” she asks on a shrug. “For leaving you all afternoon?”

Killian eyes the rum and his tongue darts between his lips briefly as he reaches up to scratch behind his ear. “Well, I can’t say no to a glass of rum under the stars, even if I tell you I didn’t mind spending the afternoon with your family.”

Emma grabs them glasses and carries them with her toward the bench swing that her father had given her for her birthday one year. He’d built the thing himself, which was a monumental feat in and of itself. It’s cushioned by pillows and she finds blankets tucked in a box beside it.

They sit together on the swing. Emma draws her legs up to fold them and pours Killian some rum. When she offers it to him, he grins wryly and their fingers brush just enough to make her shiver.

Emma has a hard sip of her rum as soon as she pours some for herself and then busies herself with draping a thick blanket over their laps. After she’s satisfied, she turns her gaze skyward. Anything to avoid the feelings rising up in her.

“Beautiful night,” Killian says lowly.

Emma hums in agreement. She looks over at him.

He’s handsome under the warm glow of the lights, with his dark stubble and hair she wants to run her fingers through. He stares up at the night sky with such adoration in his gaze that she wonders if he’s about to say something completely profound. He usually surprises her in quiet moments with the things he has to say.

Her thoughts start wandering as she considers the scar in his cheek and how she loves the way his lips curl while he’s smiling peacefully like he is now. He has another sip of his drink and Emma averts her gaze because she starts to think about their kiss again, how gentle but at the same time completely desirous it had been.

“Maybe I should move to the country.” Killian says suddenly.

She looks at him again and hikes an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

His grin spreads slowly. He sets his empty glass on the table next to him and adjusts his position so he faces her more, shaking the swing ever so slightly as he does.

“To see the stars.”

Emma searches his eyes and laughs under her breath. “You wouldn’t leave me in the city by myself.”

“Oh? You think so, do you?”

Emma nods. She presses her glass to her lips but doesn’t sip just yet. “You need me nearby.”

“Really?” he asks, those eyebrows of his edging his hairline.

She hums in the affirmative as she drinks the last of her rum. “Who else are you going to complain to at the end of the day?”

Her best friend narrows his eyes slightly. “I think you mean you need me nearby for that reason, love.”

They stare at each other in a companionable silence. Both of them smile slightly. Her heart flutters at the way he stares at her.

“Fine,” she concedes. “I’d miss you if you left me all alone.”

Killian nods. “I’d miss you too. If either of us moved away.” He pauses, smiling wryly at her. “You’re the best part of my day anyday, Nolan. Liam thinks we’re honest-to-God soulmates.”

She snorts. “Soulmates?” With a slightly lifted eyebrow, she continues, “Don’t you have to be in love to be soulmates?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Perhaps we’re not soulmates then. Perhaps we’re… something else altogether.”

“Like what?” she asks.

“Like…” he puffs out a breath and glances up at the sky. For a moment, he considers it, as if it means anything at all. “We’re best friends. No, better than best. Bestest friends.”

Emma laughs. He meets her eyes, proud of himself. “You’re good at English.”

“I’m very good at English. It was my best subject in school, I’ll have you know.”

Emma hums. She presses her lips together and takes a deep breath through her nose. Thoughtfully, she says, “Bestest friends who kissed once.”

Killian’s face immediately warms, his smile and jovial spirit fading just as fast. He averts his eyes and reaches behind his ear to scratch.

“It was… acting.”

“Right.” Emma agrees quickly. “We had no choice.”

Suddenly, the earnest nature of this conversation becomes too much so she looks away, instead staring at the flowers nearby.

It seems that it was too much for him too, because for a few minutes they just sit with this awkward silence heavy over them.

“Do you think you’ll ever come back here?” he asks quietly.

She sighs and leans her head back against the cushion, looking up at the stars for a long time. Her chest feels tight with the internal fight she’s having over that very question.

“I… don’t know,” she admits in a whisper. She turns her head to look at him again. He’s staring at her, patient and quiet. He nods at her reply. “After this whole… engagement blows over, I have a hard time picturing life here. But…” Emma falls quiet. She shrugs a shoulder. “I kind of miss it.”

Killian takes her hand and runs his fingers against her palm for a second before flipping it over. He stares down at his lap where her hand is and then back up at her.

“If you found love, would you move back?” he asks.

Her heart skips a beat, especially with the gentle way his thumb caresses her knuckles. Emma’s breath hitches.

“Maybe.”

Killian gives her a small smile. “I see.”

They continue staring at each other for a few seconds. Emma shifts on the swing so she bumps her knee against his thigh and she stares up at the sky.

“Do you know any constellations?”

He releases her hand and clears his throat.

“Do I know any constellations?” he asks in a teasing tone. “Come on, Emma. Do you know me at all?”

Emma laughs. “Well, then prove it.”

She meets his eyes and finds his mischievous grin with a flip of her stomach.

“Alright. As you wish.”

+ + +

She sets a late alarm for their second morning in the castle.

They don’t have any plans, which is nice, and she assumes her parents will want a lunch, so the pressure is almost completely off for sake of preserving the lie.

Emma wakes up earlier than the alarm is set to go off by a full hour, but it turns out that Killian’s awake already. He places his hands on his face and sighs deeply through his nose.

“G’morning.”

Emma turns onto her side to face him after checking the time. He removes his hands and mirrors her position.

“What do you want to do today, fiancée?” he asks with a thicker accent than usual, laced with sleep.

Her heart rate quickens at the teasing nickname. She clears her throat before she speaks, “Want to go on a tour of the countryside?”

Killian’s eyes brighten. “That sounds interesting.”

“Yeah,” Emma smiles.

She cracks a yawn and stretches out her legs beneath the covers. She accidentally bumps Killian’s leg in the process, making him tease her with a pinch to her side. She laughs and jerks back.

“Stop,” she breathes, laughing. “I know you’re ticklish too. Don’t make me fight back.”

Killian wiggles his eyebrows, but thankfully removes his hand. “Very well, Your Highness.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Do you want to go on a tour? Where’d we land on that?”

“I would love to.”

She stares at him for a moment silently, smiling at the way the sunlight streams in past the white curtains on the window behind him. He looks good in the mornings, with his bedhead and his sleepy eyes.

“Okay. Do you want breakfast in the castle or do you want to check out my old favorite diner?”

Killian’s eyes widen. “There’s a diner nearby? And you didn’t tell me sooner?” He turns onto his back and puts his hand over his face as she shakes his head slowly. “To think, I thought we were friends.”

Emma laughs. She pinches his side so he twitches and flinches his whole body away from her, laughing loudly and abruptly.

“Bloody hell!”

“You deserved it,” Emma replies. “For getting me in the first place.”

Killian smiles at her as he takes quick breaths in recovery. “Then I suppose I owe you breakfast at your old favorite diner, hm?”

“I’ll go get dressed.”

Emma stares at him for a few more seconds before she climbs out of bed and steps into her closet. She thinks about what she wants to wear and ultimately decides on a thick sweater and jeans. Something cozy because it’s going to be a laid back day, assuming her mother doesn’t flip her lid.

When she steps out of her closet wearing her clothes for the day, she finds Killian sitting up in bed, staring at her like he had the morning before when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Her face feels just a little bit hotter as she stares at him. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” he replies, grinning from ear-to-ear. “You’re awfully pretty in the morning.”

Emma’s heart skips a beat. “Killian…”

Her best friend has called her pretty twice over the course of two days and this time, he doesn’t have an audience for her to blame it on.

“It’s a compliment,” he tells her. “Friends give each other compliments, don’t they?”

Something about the compliment doesn’t feel friendly, despite his assurance that it was.

“Yeah,” she shakes it off. Emma brushes hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”

They stand for too long in quiet, it turns out, because there’s a knock at the door. With a furrowed brow, Emma moves swiftly away from Killian to the door.

When she pulls it open, she’s not even the slightest bit surprised to find her mother waiting.

“Good morning!” She sings.

“Hey, Mom. What’s going on? Killian and I were about to go for a tour of the countryside.”

Mary Margaret grins as she glances past Emma at Killian. “Well… do you think it could wait an hour or so?”

Emma’s mouth falls open as she contemplates her response, but before she can start telling her mother that she’d really just wanted today to be with her friend, a familiar man and woman move into her line of vision, both chatting animatedly.

Her eyes widen. “What the hell is going on, Mom?”

Her mother winces just slightly. “Didn’t you get my messages this morning? We made the engagement announcement just a few hours ago. Ariel and Eric are here to film a quick interview.”

Emma’s heart rams hard against her ribcage. Her jaw falls open. “What?”

“What’s going on?” Killian asks curiously from somewhere behind her. Emma whirls around in time to find him standing nearly toe-to-toe with her. He smiles with his teeth at her and then at her mother. “Morning, Mrs. Nolan.”

“Good morning,” her mother replies. “Can you spare an hour for a quick interview?”

Emma grimaces. The idea of an interview is the least appealing thing in the whole world, and not only that- the whole world knows they’re engaged.

This was not what she wanted to happen, especially only after one full day here. Now the truth will come out and Christmas will be ruined, and she really should’ve known this would happen.

“An interview,” Killian repeats slowly. “Is it customary for Emma’s suitors to be interviewed?”

Mary Margaret laughs. “No, no. It’s an engagement interview. Emma’s a public figure. It’s just to introduce you and your engagement to the public.”

Killian meets Emma’s eyes and he frantically lifts his eyebrows at her before clearing his throat. “Ah…”

Emma turns to her mother and holds up her finger. “Give us a minute?”

The queen pulls on a grin and nods. “Of course.”

After closing the door behind her, Emma turns to Killian again and holds both hands up. “Okay, so… they posted an engagement announcement.”

His eyes grow wide. “What?” She can see the horror spreading to his extremities, as his feet begin to take him away from her before he moves back again. “Bloody hell, Emma! The entire bloody world is in on our charade now.”

She knows she has no shot at a simple apology, so she doesn’t try.

Her heart begins to race and her stomach ties up in knots. This is the absolute worst day of her life all of a sudden, and it had such promise for being normal.

He runs a hand over his face and takes a nervous step away from her before coming in close again. He points his hand outward, gesturing to the door behind her.

“We’ve got to come clean. That’s the only way we can get out of it now before matters get too much worse than they already are. I’m sure my entire contact list has seen it by now-” He shakes his head and grimaces as he curses. “I did not agree to this when I said I’d come here with you.”

“I know,” she finally says. “I didn’t agree to them sharing our news with the world, but that’s what happened anyway.”

Killian’s eyes are wide. He blinks at her. “As if that helps us right now in any way. Great. Yeah, we’ll just explain it away on the Misthaven social media accounts as a mistake because your mum didn’t ask permission first. We should’ve known it was going to happen- we posed-”

He’s getting louder with each syllable, his stress level making the veins pop in his forehead. He stares at her intensely and scrubs his hand over his head.

“Shit, Emma. Shit.” He tosses his hand at her. “I don’t know why I ever thought this would be easy because it’s never easy with you.”

This is all her fault. Her best friend and the only person she really trusts is angry with her, and it’s all because she had to prove herself to her parents.

Suddenly, she feels completely overwhelmed. Tears find her eyes and her lip trembles as she averts her gaze from him.

“Emma, hey,” Killian murmurs, worried. He immediately wraps his arms around her and she easily folds into him, her arms sliding up against his back as she’s shaken by a gasp for air. “Shh. It’s alright.”

She feels him press his lips against the side of her head and his gentle voice murmurs in her ear, promising her it’ll be okay. She feels safe when he holds her.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I overreacted. It’s already done and can’t be fixed. I just… don’t entirely long for another few weeks when we return home of pretending.”

Emma nods in agreement. She’s still clinging to him like a lifeline. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Slowly, she moves away from him and when she meets his eyes, he reaches out to cup her cheek. She leans into his palm as his thumb swipes at her tears.

“What did you mean, it’s never easy with me?” she asks lowly.

The life drains from his face and he glances downward for a second as he tries to recover. He shakes his head as his eyes return to her.

“I… was just angry, in the moment,” he says. “I shouldn’t have-”

“But what did you mean?” she presses.

Killian stares at her for a few seconds. Slowly, his posture slackens, as if he’s been defeated, and he drops his gaze to the floor as he nervously reaches up behind his ear to scratch.

Her heart stops for a beat when he meets her eyes again. His lips part, words just on the tip of his tongue, but he’s interrupted- to the slightly confusing relief Emma feels in waves- when her mother taps on the door.

“Emma? Killian? Everything okay?”

Emma searches Killian’s eyes, having realized they never came to any sort of conclusion about this. He sighs and nods as he gestures outward to the door in a slightly frustrated motion.

“It’s fine. We’ve hardly any voice in the matter anyway, I reckon.”

She’d like to argue that they do, but she knows her mother better than that. So, she turns back around and opens the door, a smile finding its way to her lips.

“Sorry about that.” Emma says quickly, immediately finding her best princess face. “Yeah, why not? Let’s get it over with.”

#cs ff #cs au #my writing #ghfc #mc

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fly-like-a-grayson · 7 years

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Jared ruins everything. (Jared Kleinman x Sibling!Reader, Evan Hansen x Kleinman!Reader)

A/N: I feel so bad posting this because I asked someone if they’d edit this for me and I haven’t heard anything from them in 3 days. This was my first time writing for DEH, so I apologize if anyone is OOC.

Jared Kleinman is a third wheel, though he’d never say so. If you mentioned it to him he’d insist that he only stayed with you and Evan all the time to “protect” you by request of your parents, which was partially true. But they had only asked him to keep a subtle eye on you, and for only one time, not follow you and Evan every place possible. And any sensible person knew Evan would never intentionally hurt a fly, let alone you. Evan loved and cared for you deeply, but Jared was the typical overprotective older brother. Ever since you had been adopted by the Kleinman’s, Jared had been treating you the same way a mother bird would protect her chicks. That definitely didn’t change when you entered high school a year after him. And it didn’t change when you told him about your first date with Evan.

When you were about to leave to meet Evan at À La Mode, Jared walked out of the living room with a very confused face, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got a date tonight.”, you explained whilst trying to leave the house, but Jared just wouldn’t let you.

He scoffed, “And who with? If it’s that freak Connor Murphy, you’re dead.”

“No, it’s not Connor. But I still wish you wouldn’t call him a freak. You haven’t actually talked to him, he’s not that bad.”, you replied with a roll of your eyes.

“When he stops looking like a walking Hot Topic advertisement, I’ll think about talking to him.”, a quiet moment passed until he asked his previous question again, “So if it’s not Connor, who is your date with?”

You glanced down at your watch to make sure you weren’t running late, “Evan Hansen.”

Jared couldn’t help but burst into laughter at what you said, “That wet rag? You can’t be serious!”, but he could tell from the unamused look on your face that you were in fact serious.

Then all his questions poured out, “Oh God, where are you going? How are you getting there? When are you coming back? Do you need me to drive you? What about money, do you need some?”

“Jared, I’ll be fine. This is Evan Hansen we’re talking about. And if you must know, we’re going to À La Mode and I should be back around nine. Now, I have to go because it’s not charming to be late for a first date. I’ll see ya later.”, you side hugged Jared as you walked to your car.

You had some of the most fun ever with Evan. After you, two got through the first date awkwardness, and Evan was able to calm down his anxiety, it was just pure happiness from both parties. It was so nice, that the two of you had lost track of time. Neither one of you thought to contact your parents about being home an hour later than expected. Your parents were on a mini vacation and Evan’s mom was working late, again. You expected Jared not to bat an eye at you coming home late. You’ve done that before and he didn’t seem to mind. Oh boy, were you wrong.

The moment you stepped into the house, Jared was fuming. “Where have you been?”, he yelled.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I was with Evan, you know that. Chill out.”

“Chill out? How to hell am I supposed to be chilled out?! It’s an hour passed when you said you’d be home! No call, no text, no nothing! You could have been dead or some shit and I would know nothing about it!”, he scolded.

“First of all, you could have called me.”

“That’s not the point-”

“In my case, it is. Second, I am 17 years old. I don’t need you to treat me like I’m a child. You’re not my dad, stop acting like you are.”

His face turned red with anger, “When Mom and Dad aren’t home, I am.”

You groaned in frustration, “Why are you making this such a big deal. I’m home, aren’t I? I’m fine.”

“I’m not making this a big deal, you are! You don’t know what boys are like!”, he half-ass explained.

“Evan isn’t like other boys! That’s why I went out with him in the first place. He isn’t always trying to get laid, or just dating for the hell of it. He likes me for me, and I like him. So deal with it!”, you protested as you walked up to your room.

Jared barked up at you, “Mark my words! The insanely cool Jared Kleinman will protect his baby sister from the evil clutches of man!”

And from that moment on, he did. He had followed you and Evan everywhere. When you two went on your second date to the movies, Jared was sitting 2 rows behind you two and threw popcorn at Evan everytime he tried to hold your hand or drape his arm on the back of your seat. At lunch, Jared would be sitting across from you two whilst angrily eating his BLT. The worst, by a mile, was whenever Evan would come over to your house. Jared would pull out his Regina George’s mom card on those occasions.

“You two need anything? Snacks? A condom? Just let me know.”, he intruded as you and Evan tried to watch BBC Earth.

Evan would turn as red as an ocean perch out of embarrassment at the thought of needing a condom and you turned red out of embarrassment and anger.

“He’s, um, well… he’s kidding. He wouldn’t give us one, but not that we need one. It’s not like we’re gonna, ya know?”, you stammered out.

But that only seemed to make matters worse because you felt Evan’s hand that was holding yours become clammy. He was now tense and you knew that it would take him a second to get back to being comfortable, whilst being in such close proximity to you.

A few weeks after that, you begged your parents to let you go to Evan’s house without your brother’s knowledge. They reluctantly agreed but demanded that you tell them when you got there, give them small updates saying you’re okay, and you texted them when you were leaving. You agreed to their terms and rushed to Evan’s house.

You and Evan were content as you cuddled on his couch. He was sitting with his arm wrapped around you as you nuzzled into the side of him. Things were perfect, well, almost perfect. A sheen of awkwardness loomed over the two of you.

It had come from a comment that, guess who, your brother had made earlier in the day. Jared had, not so, subtly asked if you and Evan had slept together. With Evan being the social Einstein that he is, he had answered him with a solid yes. He took Jared’s question as actually sleeping instead of having sex. Evan didn’t realize his mistake until Jared started laughing loud enough for China to hear.

Of course, you and Evan had the occasional makeout session, but it never went farther than that. You both were a little apprehensive to do so, not to say you didn’t want to. You just didn’t feel like you needed to rush into anything.

Anyways, that moment was stuck with the two of you for the rest of the day. You couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted to do was spend some nice time with your boyfriend and your brother had ruined it! You decided to do something about it, but you couldn’t think of what to do. Your gaze changed from the TV that was playing Coraline, to Evan. He looked truly beautiful with the light from the TV lightly illuminating his face. He looked… soft and peaceful. There were no traces of worry, anxiety, or doubt on his face. He just looked content. Your chest swelled with admiration for the person sitting next to you. Just being around him made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Evan caught you staring at him from the corner of his eye, so he looked over at you, “Do I have pizza sauce on my face?”, he asked with genuine concern. He sat up and grabbed a napkin off of the coffee table to try and wipe off whatever was there.

You chuckled at him and placed your hand over his, “No, you don’t have anything on your face. You’re fine.”

His cheeks became lightly dusted with pink, “Oh, I just assumed because you were staring at me. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ev.”, you said as you moved your hair to cup his cheek. You stared into his eyes for a second more before you softly connected your lips to his. He was still for a second but quickly responded to your kiss. He caressed your hand with his own. As the two of you kissed, you migrated to where the two of you were laying down the couch, with him straddling you. You moved one Evan’s shaking hands to rest on your stomach under your shirt. He whimpered quietly against your lips.

Just as he was going to move his hand up your torso, there was a loud knock on the front door. You moved away and groaned slightly at the interruption. He climbed off of you and sat back down on the couch.

“I’ll go get the door.”, you offered as you stood up from the couch.

Evan protested, “No, you don’t have to, it’s my house. Shouldn’t I be the person to answer the door?”

“Well, yes, but you don’t like talking to people at the door.”

“Oh yeah.”, he said as he sighed, “You can answer it.”

As you walked to the Hansen’s front door, you tried to think of who it could possibly be. You and Evan didn’t have too many friends, so it wasn’t that. You and Evan hadn’t hadn’t ordered any more food. Heidi was working at the hospital and was going to class right after that, also why would she knock on the door to her own house, and why would she go through the front door? A ton of different possibilities ran through your head, but none of them were actually who was there.

When you opened the front door, you saw the one person you didn’t want to, your brother. The grin he wore only grew as you groaned at him. “Hello, my little sibling. With much pestering, on my part, I was able to get Mom and Dad to budge on where you were.”, he explained as he waltzed into the house.

“What in the heck, Jared?!”, you hissed at him as you followed him to the living room.

He ignored you as he talked to your boyfriend, “Oh hello, Mr. Evan. How are you? You look a little flustered. Is it hot in here, or were you two just doing something a little PG-13?”

You slapped him on the back of his head, “Buzz off, Jared. Why are you here?”, you quizzed while moving past him to sit next to Evan.

“Well I just wanted to spend time with my two most favorite people.”, he said as he moved to sit on the couch, “If you’ll just let me squeeze on in between you two.” You both reluctantly moved apart to make room for him.

And that’s how moments would always go. You and Evan would do something so cheesy and cute, it could have been straight out of an 80s movie, and Jared would ruin the moment. But you knew he did it with good intentions, even if it did make you want to murder him every time he intruded on you and Evan. You assumed you and Evan would just have to be extra sneaky to have some alone time. Or tie Jared up in a chair in his room, that works too.

#dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen imagine #deh #deh imagine #deh x reader #evan hansen #evan hansen x reader #evan hansen imagine #ben platt #ben platt imagine #ben platt x reader #jared kleinman #jared kleinman imagine #jared kleinman x reader #will roland #will roland imagine #will roland x reader

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nightglider124 · 7 years

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DickKory Week: Day 7

I am so happy with this one like I have wanted to write something like this for a while but never got round to it. I love period pieces and I love the second world war as in, I find it absolutely fascinating.

I hope you like it as much as I liked writing.

What better way to wrap up dickkory week than with some fluff amidst war?

AU of Choice

December 20th, 1941.

It was only spiralling, with no clear end in sight as of yet.

There was no certainty of who would come away from this war a winner; if there would be one at all, that is. Was there ever really a winner when it came to war?

Everyone seemed to lose in warfare.

Death was everywhere. People gave their lives; sacrificed everything they had for the honour of fighting for their country. The ones that opposed them and threatened their way of life were the ones who soldiers worked to protect their civilians from.

It seemed like a very black and white world.

Good and evil was the way that most saw it. The people invading or killing soldiers were the evil side of war and the good were those trying to defend their home soil. However, it was always reversed; people would always see it the flipped way as well.

In the end, soldiers being deployed here, there and everywhere were simply doing their job and doing their duty to their country.

None of them wanted to inflict pain; none of them wanted to hurt one another. It was a difficult job but one that had to be done.

Pearl Harbour was still reeling from the recent attack by Japan. The wreckage had been unbelievable with countless lives being taken. It was a devastating blow on both sides. Pearl Harbour’s obliteration fuelled Congress’ decision to declare all out war on Japan the very next day after the incident.

A domino effect seemed to happen then; with Japan’s allied forces of Germany and Italy reciprocating with their own declaration of war on the land of the people.

How could such a war ever be won?

In these dark times, the soldiers were deployed to locations that needed them most and in turn, the soldiers had those on hand to seek help from when themselves were in need.

Kory wiped a stray tear from her cheek as she busied herself in the ladies room. She scanned the paperwork attached to the clipboard to familiarise herself with her next patient. Taking a deep breath, she unclipped her dark blue cape and hung it up by her cubby hole. She straightened her cap and brushed her uniform down; a simple thing, really. Her blue blouse was short sleeved and sat nicely beneath her white pinafore dress that reached past her knees; marked only with the red cross on her chest. She checked herself in the mirror, making certain she looked presentable for the ward.

Whilst she loved being able to help the sick and injured during such an awful time, it made her feel so sad; to know that so many were dying.

She had her reasons though.

Her little brother had been drafted when it all began and had perished only 1 year into his service. He’d been shot along with his men in a night time enemy ambush. Her heart still felt sore at his loss but these terrible times had taught her to repress and stay strong; she could mourn when it was all over.

If that time ever came.

Ryan’s death had not been in vain; it was not and would never be meaningless.

After it happened, she had a moment of clarity, frustrated with not being able to help in the way that all boys and men were allowed to. She knew they had little choice in it; soldiers were desperately needed so the army were taking everyone who were able and of age.

Kory had picked herself up, trained and schooled herself until she had the medical knowledge required for a nursing placement at one of the emergency hospitals stationed all across the country, helping those who found themselves on the wrong side of an explosion or bullet.

She saw Ryan in so many of the men she gave aid too and so there were mixed emotions when she arrived at the makeshift hospital everyday at dawn.

The building itself had previously been a high school, cleared out as an immediate evacuation zone and used for rescue aid to nearby soldiers, wounded in active duty. It was just off the coast, the closest to Hawaii and so there was an urgent influx of patients after Pearl Harbour was attacked.

It had been some weeks ago now but it still felt as if it had occurred yesterday.

Kory had been rushed off her feet with patients in need of help. Some had died, some had lived; some still waited to find out their fate.

It was a tough time to live in but Kory tried her very best to be a ray of sunshine for these men; a perky personality in the midst of their nightmares.

Clearing her throat and tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear, Kory picked up the clipboard and wandered out onto the ward. She smiled brightly as she moved, nodding to some of her regular patients.

“Mornin’ Red!” One African-American man called out to her and she smiled at the sound of his voice.

She turned and felt brief joy spread through her.

Victor Stone was large in physique and could be misconstrued as intimidating when really he was a gigantic teddy bear. He’d been in terrible shape when he was first wheeled in on a stretcher. His right leg had been amputated after being caught in an explosion caused by a land mine. The entire base had been blown to kingdom come and it’d been a miracle he came out of it alive.

He was quiet at first, self-loathing and guilt ridden for not being able to save his friends; his brothers. Slowly, however, he was coming around. He and Kory had built quite the rapport and she often looked forward to her chats with him.

Standing before her now, he was mastering his physical rehabilitation sessions. He needed constant use of his crutches but he was becoming so at ease with them and that made Kory’s heart swell. It was the aftermaths, such as this, that made the efforts by her and the patients worth while.

“Victor! Oh! Look at you!” She praised, lightly clapping her hands,

He shrugged but the grin didn’t falter as he took a seat on the edge of his bed, “Doc says I’ve a still got a long journey ahead o’ me, though.”

Kory touched his shoulder, “But you are making excellent progress. That is what is important.”

Vic playfully rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I know nurse sunshine.” He paused and nodded to her clipboard, “New patient?”

She looked around the ward, “It would appear so.”

“I’ll let you get to work then. We’ll chat later.”

Kory winked at him, “Well of course.”

Vic chuckled and settled back with a newspaper, setting his crutches to the side of his bunk.

Narrowing her eyes in concentration, Kory swept the room, searching for bed 63 where her latest patient awaited her.

Her eyes lit up as she found it and hurried over. Kory propped the reports on his condition up on the railing at the end of his bed and let her eyes wash over him.

His hair was dark and his skin pale but was thoroughly littered with scars, bruises and bloodied wounds. The gentleman was bound up in several casts. There was one on his arm, both legs and one around his torso whilst a brace was fitted carefully around his neck.

Kory’s heart went out to him and she politely addressed him, “Mr Grayson?”

Slowly, the colour of his eyes were revealed and she admired the shade of blue they were; deep and dark like the ocean.

“Y-Yes?”

“Good Morning… I apologise for waking you-“

He coughed a laugh, “Don’t you worry… I shouldn’t… be so damn lazy.”

Kory smiled, “Not lazy at all, Mr Grayson.”

“Please… Just called me Dick…”

She hesitated, “I do not think that would be polite. Your rank is that of a lieutenant-”

He offered a weak smile, “Just Dick will be fine, Miss.”

Kory nodded and pulled her mini flashlight from her pocket to conduct general checks, “I am just going to do several checks; if that is alright.”

“Sounds perfect.”

As she shone the light in both eyes to check for any pupil constriction, she spoke, “How are you feeling today?”

“Better now that I have a pretty nurse checking up on me.”

Kory pulled away and blushed, her smile timid, “Perhaps you have a concussion gone untreated, Dick.”

He chuckled, “I don’t think so.”

Dick stared at her as she moved; she was stunning and it really was refreshing to see such a vision of loveliness since being cooped up in this place.

“So… you were deployed at Pearl Harbour?” Kory asked, hesitantly,

Dick tried to nod, winced and thought better of it, “Yes.”

Kory furrowed her eyebrows, “… I am sorry.”

A dark eyebrow lifted, “Why?”

“The war… It is most ugly… I have been seeing many men from that location in recent weeks. It is a tragedy.”

“Such is life… during war. It’s hard… but it’s the way it is…”

Kory solemnly nodded and realised his voice was sounding more strained. She leaned over him and slid her hands beneath his back, gazing down at him, “I am going to lift you so you may have some water. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

She began to lift him and heard him grunt so she looked pointedly at his undamaged arm, “Hold on to me.”

He did as he was told and found it much easier to sit up. Kory held him still until she was certain he would not flop back onto the mattress. Torso casts made it extremely difficult to hold your balance and she didn’t want him to hurt anymore than he already did.

“You are comfortable?” Kory asked, her face mere inches from his,

Dick’s eyes met her emerald ones for a brief moment before they trailed over her lips, then back to her eyes, “Very.” He admitted,

Kory smiled and stood back, grabbing the tall glass of water on the bedside table and a long straw from her front pocket. She sat in the chair before him and held the glass whilst his lips sucked on the straw, replenishing his thirst.

“Not too fast… I do not wish for you to choke.” She scolded, light-heartedly,

Dick swallowed his mouthful and smiled, “Wouldn’t that be the way to go… Here I am fighting a war and I go and die, choking on water.”

Kory giggled and the sound was like a melody to the soldier’s ears.

“Would you like some more?” Kory asked, her tone soft,

Sitting up gave him more manoeuvrability so Dick gave a tiny nod. Kory sat forward and let him gulp down more water. After a moment, he sat back and exhaled upwards.

Kory raised an eyebrow until she realised he wanted his hair out of his eyes. He could hardly do it with his uninjured arm as he was using it to hold himself upright.

“Here,” Kory breathed, brushing her fingers against his forehead and tucking the silky ebony locks out of the way, “Much better.”

Dick grinned at her as she stood up and placed his water on the table again. She did the usual checks; making sure his heart rate was steady, checking his painkillers were being administered regularly and accurately as well as fluffing his pillow and making him all round more comfortable.

Whilst her back was turned, Dick spoke, “Miss…”

She threw a small smile over her shoulder, “Kory.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

Kory smiled to herself. He may be broken and bruised but the gentleman sure was a charmer, “Thank you.”

“Miss Kory… Sorry if I come across as rude or too forward… but I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

Kory paused but turned back with his water again, allowing him another sip,

“Of course.”

He cleared his throat, “I noticed you aren’t wearing a ring… And, I was wondering… If I could possibly… Take you out on a date?”

Kory was flabbergasted. She blinked at him, “Excuse me?”

Dick lightly coughed but stayed confident, “Now, before you say no… I want you to know… I think you are lovely and… Would treat you like the lady you are.”

The red headed woman turned away to wash her hands, glancing over her shoulder at him in shock as he continued to try and coax a date from her. It was honestly very amusing, considering his current state and she had to applaud his boldness.

“And… I can assure you… I look much more attractive when I’m not all bruised.” He finished,

Kory quirked a smile of disbelief but it faded when he started having a coughing fit. She was quick to aid him,

“Okay, handsome…” She mused, helping him to lie down once more, “Why do we not wait until you have recovered and then we shall talk about that date, hm?”

Dick inhaled a deep breath before smirking at her, “I’ll… hold you to that.”

Kory giggled, “I am certain you will.”

After finishing up, she left the emergency hospital with a slight spring in her step. His personality was intriguing and he was charming; there was no denying it.

And so, for the following weeks when Kory was there, the two got to know each other. They talked late into the night when Kory made her rounds and she blushed every time Vic smirked at her on her way out after her shift was finished.

He’d gotten discharged a fortnight ago and Kory was sad to see him go; sadder than she thought she’d be. She hadn’t been on shift when he was allowed to go home.

Gotham; that was his home. He was so far away now and she wondered, wistfully, if she’d ever see him again or if he’d be lost in another battle during the remainder of this war.

Kory sighed as she pulled her button up sweater tighter around her body as she stepped out into the morning light. It was frosty this morning; a true winter bite in the air.

She had just finished a night shift at the hospital and was eager to crawl into bed; to get some shut eye after a long night of caring for the broken heroes around her.

As Kory walked across the street, she caught a glimpse of a man out of the corner of her eye. He was leaning up against the wall and from what she could tell was extremely well dressed but she didn’t want to gawk.

“Oh, Miss?”

Kory stopped and slowly turned around. She knew that voice.

Her heart practically melted. There, leaning back against the brick wall with his ankles crossed stood Lieutenant Richard Grayson in his full service uniform. His numerous medals shimmered in the light and he was correct; he was much more handsome than she initially gave him credit for.

His dark hair was slicked back and his face was flawless; no marks or bruising anymore; just pale skin and a defined jaw. Kory felt her cheeks get hot; he was ruggedly handsome and she felt a fluttering in her stomach.

“Richard…” She all but whispered, truly surprised to see him standing there,

Dick wandered closer to her, giving her one of those deliciously lopsided grins, “I’m all better now.”

Kory giggled, “So you are.”

He brought a single rose from behind his back and offered it to her. Kory accepted it and blushed, looking up into his face. This man was full of pleasant surprises.

“How about that date?”

Kory rose an eyebrow, “Well, how could I possibly refuse such a request?”

He smirked, “I suppose you can’t.”

Kory giggled and sniffed the rose, “So, when would you like to take me on this date?“

Dick glanced around at the street before beaming at her, “Would you like to go for a coffee? I know a great little diner about 5 minutes from here.”

“Now?”

He only grinned more, “No time like the present.”

Kory shook her head, smiling and suddenly, she found she didn’t feel quite so tired as she accepted his arm.

#dickkory week 2017 #dickkory #dick grayson #richard grayson #koriand'r #war au #nurse #soldier #au of choice #day 7 #DC #nightglider124

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couchcushings · 7 years

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a mini update of my Trash Fic (tm) for @justastormie for putting up with me screaming about how Absolutely Adorable pete is in this interview

Van Helsing shivered in the bitter cold of the Hoia Forest. His long, red dressing gown was clearly not meant for a climate harsher than your average castle bedroom. He glanced at Rosie. She sat on a nearby log, wearing nothing but a thin cotton shift.

Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, searching for any sign of the moon. "Nervous," she asked, not bothering to look up.

"Could this still kill me?"

Her eyes flickered in his direction. "It could. So could the cold. So could your ex-girlfriend. The night is rife with unpleasant possibilities."

He pulled at his bandage. "I thought the whole purpose of our little training session in the upstairs sitting room was to ensure that the change wouldn't kill me."

She smiled. "I thought you already knew I just wanted to see your ass."

His eyes narrowed.

"No, no, you're right. It was mostly to prepare you for what you're about to go through. Earlier you had control, but now the moon does. And you don't change back until the moon says so." She stood. "It's almost time." She shrugged out of her cotton shift. Her skin took on an unnatural blue tinge in the growing light of the moon. Rosie grinned, barring quickly lengthening teeth. Her eyes grew golden. "Are you ready for your first full moon, husband," she snarled, her mouth no longer suited to human speech.

Van Helsing felt something in his spine. He bent, wracked with a sudden pain. He could feel his body changing as the moon rose over the trees. He met her eyes. "No."

"Good," she threw back her head and let loose a howl that chilled his blood. He blinked and she was gone. In her place stood the familiar red wolf.

He could feel his bones contracting and expanding again. He threw off the dressing gown and screamed at the night sky. His screams turned to howls, echoing off the trees and mountains. Mist clouded his mind and he sought to push past the primal desires running through his veins. Van Helsing rose shakily to his paws, trying to remember Rosie's lessons. He set one paw in front of the other.

Rosie let out a little bark and ran off into the trees.

/Follow her,/ the moon whispered through the mist. /Follow her to the ends of the earth./

With those words, he was running after her. He dodged trees and rocks with the ease of someone who had been born with four legs and a tail. He skidded to a halt. Rosie was examining the base of a nearby rock. She snorted.

He trotted up behind her. /What have you found?/ The question ran unbidden through his mind. It was something he would have said during the daylight hours. He was surprised to receive an answer.

Rosie's reply wasn't so much words as a vague impression that she had found something relating to the missing child. She stepped to the side and let him nose at the base of the rock. His nose was filled with the scent of living things. He could detect no fewer than ten individual forest creatures (they were, respectively, six deer, a mouse, two hedgehogs, a rabbit, and a fox), three of the villagers (/Herr/ Schweitzer and his two sons, most likely out looking for Josephine), and something else. He pressed his nose to the rock, trying to capture the elusive scent. It was familiar; almost like he had smelled it in the distant past-- he jumped back, his two extra legs tripping him up.

He let out a surprised yelp. /It's her!/ he fairly screamed, his mind racing. /Ana has been here, this is her perfume! She's been wearing the same scent since university./

Rosie let out a subtle doggish noise that sounded a lot like a laugh. /Of course you remember that./ she chided, cocking her head to one side. A question drifted through their connection. /Can you follow the scent?/

He flattened his ears against his head. Of course he could. He subscribed to the /Lupus Dei/ school of thought: God had put werewolves on His Earth for a divine purpose, namely to hunt down evil and eradicate it. Rosie's quick dispatch of the drone had only cemented his beliefs. /To the ends of the earth,/ he snarled at her, rising from his prone position and snapping at her.

She growled and flattened herself to the ground. /This is no time for hurt feelings. We have to find them before they do something to Josephine!/

Van Helsing didn't grace her with a response. He aimed one last snap at her ear and loped off between the trees with his nose pressed to the ground.

The sky spread out in all directions, glowing a lightening shade of purest blue. Tree branches cracked its edges as they swayed back and forth. Van Helsing blinked at the sight. He held his hands -- and they were truly hands now -- in front of his face, checking for he knew not what. He settled for fingers. A cursory count revealed that he still had all ten.

He sighed and tried to sit up, only to be stopped by an unexpected weight. A slight breeze tickled his stomach.

"Can't you ever sleep past sunrise?" Rosie asked from her spot between his legs. "I'd think this morning, of all mornings, you'd want to sleep in a little. It's not every night that you have your body shredded into a million pieces. Only a few times a month."

"Where did we end up?" He propped himself up with one arm. "Are we anywhere near my dressing gown?"

"Tsk, tsk, husband," she looked up at him, her green eyes twinkling. "Always concerned with the immaterial. What you should really be asking is: 'What did we find last night?'"

"Well? What did we find?"

"Lesson three: remembering last night," she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's the most important lesson after learning how to be comfortable in your skivvies. Speaking of which, your face might be lying but other parts of you aren't. Would you like some help with that?"

He flushed.

"I'll take that as a no." She crossed her arms, obscuring her breasts from view. "I remember what happened last night. How far do your memories go?"

Van Helsing tried to rearrange his legs, but, as Rosie was still sitting between them, he didn't have much luck.

"This is where the aforementioned 'being comfortable in your skivvies' comes in real handy. Sorry, poor choice of words. Look, you shouldn't be bashful. It's not like this is the first time I've seen you naked. Remember that farmer just outside of Dublin who shot you in the ass?"

"How could I forget?" he reached for the spot, feeling for the scar.

"Well then y'all will remember that I had to sew you back up."

"Yes, but that was before this whole marriage business," he could feel the color rising in his face again. "Things were slightly less complicated then."

"Only slightly," she shrugged. "C'mon, doc, we got off topic. What do you remember from last night?"

"I remember finding Ana's scent and following it through the woods but--" he cut off, frowning. "My memories stop just after we found her castle."

"There's a good reason for that." Rosie pointed to the north.

He turned and there, sitting on the horizon, was a crumbling pile of stones.

"It only looks like that from the outside, I'm sure. It's probably got lots of tunnels and dungeons and torture chambers just below the surface. Don't y' think?"

"Why didn't you tell me we were this close?"

She shrugged. "I wanted to see if you remembered."

"So, instead of telling me that I am, in fact, sitting less than a mile from Ana's stronghold wearing nothing but what God graced me with, you decided to test my memory," he grabbed her shoulders. "Why?"

"It's all part of the werewolf experience."

He groaned and fell back to the ground. "I'm entirely sure I like the 'werewolf experience.'"

"Oh, I don't know, you look like you're taking to it marvelously."

His eyes snapped open and he craned his neck only to see Ana standing over him, her upside down face showing clear amusement. "Good morning, Abraham."

He swallowed. "Good morning, Ana."

"Don't I get a greeting?"

Ana surveyed Rosie the same way a cat might look at a mouse. "Good morning, Miss Winchester. That is quite the collection of scars."

Rosie stood, grinning in her enemy's face. "I've been through the meat grinder a few times. And, you know, it sounds like you'd like to put me through it again."

"I just might do that. I've come to invite Abraham to my castle. I suppose, however, that you can come along as well."

"Ain't that sweet, doc? She thought of little old me," she barred her teeth at Ana. "Are we goin' /au natural/ or do you have something in that little bag that'll return /my husband/ and I to respectability?"

Ana reached into her bag and withdrew two plain black robes. She fairly threw one at Rosie. "Put this on." She was much kinder to Van Helsing; Ana bent slightly at the waist and handed him his robe. "If you like, Abraham. You know I always did admire your body."

A little finger of ice ran up and down Van Helsing's spine. The context was all wrong. He pulled the robe over his head. "I think I will. How are we to get to the castle?"

Ana clapped. A sturdily build dog cart pulled by two skeletal horses emerged from the trees. "My personal carriage will take us." She stepped away, not waiting for them to follow.

Rosie snorted. "Now that's just tacky."

Van Helsing touched her arm. "Methinks a little tact would go a long way," he laced his arm through hers. "Considering who we're dealing with."

"True enough, husband. By the way, when we get out of this particular pickle you're going to tell me just how many admirers your body has. I'd like to scope out the competition."

He smiled, kissing her hand as they climbed into the dog cart. "There is no competition."

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Flying Lotus doesn’t ‘give a f***’ if anyone buys his disturbing new movie http://ift.tt/2vjXaKl

Even if you don’t know Flying Lotus (real name Steven Ellison), you’ve probably heard him. The 33-year-old producer from Los Angeles has made a name for himself over the past decade crafting daringly abstract soundscapes, and working with the likes of Thom Yorke, Herbie Hancock, Kendrick Lamar, and George Clinton. You may have even taken a joyride or two to his radio station on Grand Theft Auto V. But did you know he’s making a horror movie that could be the most grotesque film released all year? In our exclusive Flying Lotus interview, we ask him all about the insanity that is Kuso, the first film he’s written and directed.

“I don’t give a f*ck if no one buys my movie because I can tour it like I would tour a DJ set.”

Kuso is set in Los Angeles after an earthquake, and that is where the familiarity ends. Instead of a linear storyline, Kuso ties together absurdist tales of CGI abortions and Strangers Things-esque tree creatures. Lotus’s wanted the horror of Kuso to hit closer to home than other scary flicks.

“Kuso wasn’t meant to be the grossest, most shocking thing of all time. It’s supposed to show everyone their ugly ass in full HD,” Lotus told Digital Trends. “I was tired of everything being so clean, glossy, and everyone trying to beautify it and make it all pretty, and I thought ‘yo ass ugly.’ That was going to be the name of the movie, Yo Ass Ugly.”

Before Kuso streams into your nightmares on horror streaming service Shudder on July 21, Lotus sat down with us to explain how he got the the godfather of funk George Clinton to play a sordid doctor, what virtual reality game scares him more than horror films, and how Robocop inspired his latest creative effort.

Editor’s note: The following includes explicit subjects and language.

Digital Trends: I just have to say, Kuso is one of the most beautifully grotesque films I have ever seen. I do not think I will ever look at boils the same again. Did you go into the film trying to one up other horror films?

Flying Lotus: I wouldn’t say it like that. I think that I was just tired of people cutting away from the good moments. We’ve been bombarded with PG-13 horror stuff for so long, CGI horror. I was just so tired of it. I wanted to do something that reminded me of my childhood. Those things that get burned in your brain as a kid that you’ll never forget.

For me, it’s the first Robocop. It was hard as fuck. When they killed Murphy in the beginning and they shoot his arms off and all that shit like “Whoaaaaa!” [Laughs and flails arms] I’ll never forget that shit. As a kid, I had nightmares … and I wanted to do that to somebody. [Laughs]

Kuso is being released on horror-film streaming service Shudder and has a limited showing in NYC and LA. Did the graphic nature of the film affect how you released it?

I didn’t concern myself with all of that stuff initially. I was just like “Fuck it. I’m going to do what I need to do. I don’t care about whatever, I’m just going to keep going.” Then as it started to get close to finishing I began to think about that. My initial thought was “I don’t give a fuck. Okay? I don’t give a fuck if no one buys my movie because I can tour it like I would tour a DJ set.” That was my original plan. I was just going to make the movie right after Sundance, go on the road and tour the shit out of it, show it to everybody, and DJ at night. Make my money back. I said that on the internet and the next day I had an offer.

So you tweeted out your plan and the next day Shudder made an offer?

Right after the Sundance screenings and all this talk about walk-outs I thought, “People are talking about it, maybe I won’t sell it. I’ll just keep this motherfucker.” Then the next day there was an offer.

If I sold Kuso direct to YOU the fan. Would u buy it?

— KUSO July 21st! (@flyinglotus) January 26, 2017

I have to ask about George Clinton’s character in Kuso, a deranged pseudo-doctor who cures a man’s strange affliction in an even stranger way. How did you get the Godfather of Funk to play such a grotesque role?

[Laughs] I got a good story about George. We have been working on music for a project of mine and all the while I was thinking I’d get Craig Robinson to play the doctor. We had been talking a bunch and trying to get our schedules in line, but in the back of my mind I thought George would be great. I wrote this stuff already and I was like, “Hey George, what do you think about being in my movie?” He said [high pitched voice] “Alright.” I asked him, “What do you think about showing your butthole on camera?” He looked at me and said “Nah.” [Laughs] So, we had to get a puppet.

Music plays a big part in the film and you even tweeted recently that half of your new album is in the film. How did that happen?

I kind of knew the album was going to be in it. I just didn’t want to say it publicly until later on. I didn’t want the focus to be about the album. I think it’s really easy to make it a Flying Lotus thing and a music thing all of the time. I wanted to let the film live as what it is before I started bringing my album into it and then it’s, “Oh, now you’re speaking my language. It’s music? I fuck with you now, man.” I wanted to wait, because I knew it would be a different reaction, initially.

You are the grand nephew of Alice Coltrane, a great jazz composer and wife of jazz legend John Coltrane. Do you think growing up with that kind of pedigree helped shape your creative endeavors? Have you always known you’d be deeply involved with music?

It had a big effect on me. If anything, I just knew you can do anything. If you pursued art in a way that was genuine, passionate, and you really pushed it, you could make something. I have examples of that in my family. That holds people back a lot of times. They don’t have examples to go by. So it seems way less tangible and more of a dream that you can make it in art. But, if you have these people around you, I think it becomes a little bit more of a reality.

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I went to see my cousins perform jazz concerts and all this stuff, so I’ve seen it and grew up thinking this can be a real thing if I grind. It was funny, though, because I remember a lot of them as the weirdos, even though they are cosmic jazz motherfuckers. [Laughs]. They’re like, “What the fuck are you making over here?” I’m like, “What the fuck are you making?” So, I’m just glad it all worked out. [Laughs]

You’ve worked with some amazing artists. George Clinton, Thom Yorke, Kendrick Lamar, etc. You even worked on a song with Michael McDonald for Thundercat’s latest album Drunk. Are there any artists you really wish you could do songs with even if they are not in the same genre, per se, as you?

I really would love to do a track with Beyoncé. I don’t know how it would sound. She invited me over before Lemonade came out. She played me the album just as it is now. I was hoping it wasn’t done yet.

She was like [imitates Beyonce’s voice] “If you want to remix this thing, I kind of don’t like the drums.” I was like, “A remix? B, noooooo!” She was like, “You want to do something original, don’t you?” I was like, “Yessssss!” So, we’ll see what happens.

What is your most memorable studio session?

There’s so many good ones. The Kendrick Lamar situation when he worked on my album [You’re Dead] was really special. He came by the house. There was no email shit. He came through in a hoodie, by himself. I played the beat, he wrote the song on my couch.

I was like [gasps], “Oh fuck. That’s where we’re going with it, K?” I’ll never forget it.

“The racial shit is just way too intense. It was a response to a police shooting, but it was too much.”

For such an unabashedly dark film, were there any scenes in Kuso you cut out?

Yeah, there were a couple things. More of the animated stuff. There’s a sequence where it’s about a cop, a really racist cop. A black cop. To me, I didn’t think it was the right thing to say right now, in these times.

The racial shit is just way too intense. It was a response to a police shooting, but it was too much. I was just like, “This ain’t right. I don’t want to be hated by every Black person.”

Kuso is so out there and horrific, I wonder if there are there any horror films that scare you. Are there?

No, the video games do. Resident Evil 7 is the most terrifying shit ever. The VR is crazy. I remember playing and it starts out really beautiful outside. It’s sunny and shit. You go to the house and it’s just a black door. You just have to walk into the darkness. I was like, “Nahhhhh, I’m goooooood.”

Would you ever use virtual reality for anything, music or film-wise?

There’s Kuso VR. We showed it yesterday. It’s still being finished. It’s really cool, though, it’s all interactive. I will tell you one thing, there’s different little mini-games. There’s a part where you can play “midi titties.” Evil titty monsters you slap that go “bum, bum, bum, bum” [Laughs].

Do you have plans for a follow up film after Kuso? What would you do differently, if anything?

Hell yeah. I’m writing a new film right now that is crazy, but it’s not Kuso. It’s nothing like that. But, it’s a bit different. It’s like my Being John Malcovich movie.

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