#or is it a 10 hours jetlag in the other way !?

[legendary-pink-dot]

Airport Pickup

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected PiV, fingering, semi-public sex, established relationship, light dirty talk because I like to think Frankie is a Sex Talker, Tom has a cousin and he's an asshole too

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Frankie hates airports when he isn't there to fly or work. The crowds, the noise, endless passengers complaining to airport employees who were just trying to do their jobs and get through the day. But he’s sitting there waiting today for you.

Notes: No use of "Y/N". No mention of Frankie's child. Frankie starts off grumpy but gets a happy ending. Thank you @goodwithcheese for the prompt and prodding, and to my magic slut coven for cheerleading @arcanefox207 @magpiepills 💜

Fuck. Frankie hates airports when he isn't there to fly or work. The crowds, the noise, endless passengers complaining to airport employees who were just trying to do their jobs and get through the day. But he’s sitting there waiting today for you, through a lengthy delay of your flight arrival and then another one.

Six weeks was a long time to be apart. Way too long. It didn't help that you'd been halfway across the globe -- the time zones and your respective work schedules had made it almost impossible to stay in touch other than a couple quick calls and some texts. He missed your conversations, the shared dinners after work, the drawn-out nights of sex. Right now, especially the sex.

Frankie frowns as your text comes in: Just landed. Delayed b/c crew was late. Pilot is Cpt Davis 🙄

Captain Davis -- fuck. Tom's idiot cousin Chad. Frankie hated him. Not only was Chad an asshole, but a shitty pilot too. Frankie had had the misfortune of flying commercial on one of Chad's flights and knew within two minutes that the minor pitch, yaw and roll corrections -- or lack thereof, in this case -- during the particularly turbulent takeoff were an indication that this pilot didn't give a shit about his passengers. Sure, a captain's primary job is to get people safely to their destination, but what happened to having pride in your work? Fucking jerk.

Frankie shakes his head in disgust as he heads to the coffee shop for your favorite order, stopping at a convenience kiosk on the way to pick up an extra pack of Dramamine for you. Just in case.

~~ * ~~

You stare dumbly at ten identical black suitcases endlessly rounding the baggage carousel as people push past you. Why is baggage claim always a shitshow? You were exhausted from 18 hours of travelling and jetlag, and the turbulence during the flight had stirred up your motion sickness so badly that you’d run out of Dramamine. Bed sounded good right now. Just your cozy bed, 10 hours of sleep, and Frankie waking you up with kisses and hot licks of his tongue. Is that too much to ask for?

Frankie had texted to say he was in the waiting area, and you were so eager to see him. Six weeks was way too long to be apart, and everything ached to be reunited -- your heart, your fingers, your cunt. Anticipation had gotten too much on the last leg of your flight and you'd even tried getting yourself off in the tiny airplane bathroom, but no luck. It just wasn't happening and you'd given up in frustration, ending with no orgasm and also a nice bruise from banging your elbow against the sink.

Finally, your neon blue bag (chosen specifically to be unique and bright so you didn't have to think at times like these) comes into sight. You haul it off the carousel and head straight for the exit.

Frustration melts away as you spot Frankie waving, making his way through the waiting crowd. He's wearing a green sweater, the one he only puts on for special occasions as his version of "dressing up". It would be an awful color on most people but it perfectly brought out the golden tone of his skin, the richness of his brown eyes, the chocolate of his curls peeking out under his navy blue cap. It makes your heart skip a beat that he still makes an effort to look good for you.

"Come here." He envelops you in a bear hug and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling the smell of fresh coffee, his leather jacket, his freshly washed hair curling out under his cap. The scent of Frankie. You drink your fill of it, of him, cinching your arms around his broad back and letting your body sigh and melt into his. "I missed you so much."

~~ * ~~

Dim lighting in the parking garage makes it feel even colder despite the long welcoming hug, the hot coffee you’d downed in the elevator, the extra Dramamine, even the pre-warmed comfort of Frankie's leather jacket. You hadn't missed how his eyes had travelled up your bare legs as you put the jacket on, taking in and appreciating the sight of you. He did love when you wore sundresses. Which is why you had changed into one before getting off the plane.

Tucked into a dark corner space is his truck, looking lonely with few other vehicles around. Frankie tosses your suitcase into the bed of the truck and immediately pushes you up against the passenger door to kiss you hungrily, his hands firm on the back of your neck and around your waist to press you closer to him, giving you a proper welcome home. His mouth is warm and inviting, and you slip your tongue inside it to generate and seek out more heat.

"Tired?" he checks in after a couple minutes, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "How's your motion sickness?"

"The Dramamine's kicking in now." You shiver involuntarily in your thin dress. "I'm cold though."

"A sundress, in this temperature? Didn't you check the weather here before your flight took off?"

"But I wore it just for you, Francisco," you whisper, nipping at his mouth. "I know it turns you on."

Frankie groans as he slides his hand along your bare thigh, a featherlight touch against the chill-textured flesh. "You're too good to me. Let me warm you up, cariño. Get in the back seat."

Last time you'd been in the back of his truck, you had been splayed across the bench seat, hands tied by and gripping the seatbelts on both sides as he ate you out, coaxing two strong and heady orgasms out of your body as the sun rose over the beach you had parked at. A good memory, one you had recalled several times during the long lonely nights in your hotel room on this trip.

He opens the door, and you eagerly climb in.

Frankie slides onto the seat, closing the door with a firm but quiet click. You climb into his lap and straddle his thighs, letting him pull you close again, his hands roving under the jacket and rubbing your back while yours snake underneath his sweater to borrow heat from his chest. The curve of his neck and shoulder is warm and you gratefully nuzzle your face into it, inhaling his scent again to imprint it in your memory, so happy to be back.

"Mmmm. Really missed you," you breathe into his skin, the cold tip of your nose rubbing circles over his throat and poking under the neck of his sweater to tease his collarbone. "Missed this."

"Me too. So much," he croons, sliding a hand through your long hair. He adjusts the angle of your head just perfectly to kiss you again, gentle at first and with increasing hunger until your tongue traces his plush lower lip, dipping in to slide in and out of its cleft, and he moans into your mouth.

"Fuck. Do that again."

You continue teasing his mouth with the tip of your tongue as his hands descend to grip your ass and grind his hardening cock against your core, rough denim snagging on thin cotton and lace. You're toasty warm now and you shed his leather jacket, also taking his hat off so you can weave your fingers through the curls in his hair, pulling gently as you rock against him, feeling his heat transfer to your center, the tip of his length in his jeans making contact with just the right spot to make you moan as you rut against him.

Frankie takes advantage of your open mouth and slides a finger in. "Suck. Get it wet for me." You comply and swirl your tongue around his finger, licking and sucking and slurping as if it were his cock, savoring the anticipation of knowing it would soon be inside you.

"Good girl." His finger drips with your saliva and he slides it through your folds, his other hand pulling the crotch of your lace panties aside and holding it there. Letting the cold air kiss your heated flesh. "Hmmm. So wet for me already though, aren't you? So hot," he rasps against your throat, feeling the vibration from the sound that travels up and out of it as he slides a second thick finger into your pussy. You clench around their sweet pressure, his fingers always able to reach places inside you that your own can't.

Within seconds you're shamelessly fucking his fingers, rocking back and forth and building more and more heat in your core, his thumb doing a better job against your clit than your own had in the airplane bathroom, when a bright light flashes through the windshield. Frankie grabs you and pulls you down to lie on the seat, covering your body with his as if shielding you from gunfire. Years retired from Delta Force but his combat instincts never fade, apparently.

"What's happening?"

"Security guard on patrol. I know most of them here and don't need 'em catching me fucking in my truck like a teenager," he whispers into your ear as the flashlight glare fades away. "I'd never hear the end of it."

You stare into his eyes, his face hovering just an inch from yours, those brown eyes you love so much looking darker than ever in the dim fluorescent filtering through the truck. You kiss him with hunger and want. "I need you inside me. Please. Can't wait until we get home."

"I got you, cariño. I'm gonna fuck you good. Get up and turn around."

He hauls you back up and turns you to face the front of the truck this time, straddling his thighs again, and you plant your feet on the floor as he pushes you forward, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, hard and leaking precum, eager to sink home into you. His hands roam up the front of your dress and gently squeeze your tits. You feel the prickle of his mustache caressing the back of your neck as he presses kisses there, and you shiver from pleasure this time, not the cold.

"Patrol will be back soon. You're gonna be the lookout while I take care of you, okay?"

You hook your fingers around your panties and slide them all the way off.

"Fuck yes, Frankie. Show me how much you missed me."

Frankie groans and grabs your hips, lifting up the hem of your sundress, and you grab the back of the front seats for leverage and control as he slowly guides the thick tip of his cock through your folds and into the first few inches of your entrance, setting on fire every nerve ending along the way. It's a stretch, always a stretch with Frankie, but especially in this position, your thighs spread wide across his lap and toes just barely brushing the floor. Your back arches against his chest as he slides the rest of the way in, all the way to the hilt, your moan mixing with his grunted sigh to echo through the small enclosed space of the truck.

"You like that?" He gives an experimental thrust and you cry out, for another, for more. "Did you miss my cock?"

"Yes," you whimper, your voice shaking but not hesitant. "So much. Give it to me."

The leather of the seats in front of you is smooth on your fingers as you bend further forward, changing the angle, inviting him to fuck you in earnest and he does, his practiced hand finding your clit without you needing to ask. Frankie always wants to give you the world if he could.

You forget the security guards, the time on the clock until they come back, not caring and soon no longer cognizant of whether time is passing normally or whether you've been suspended in it. The only thing in your orbit is the feeling of Frankie's cock travelling deep into your heat and discovering every sensitive spot inside as if it was the first time he's explored it. Fire and tension build in your core as his fingers dig into your hip to hold you in place, his thumb working your clit in tandem with his thrusts, the rough texture adding an extra sensation that you've never managed to replicate alone.

"Fuck." Half a whimper and half a plea, and Frankie answers it with a loud groan. Your fingers grip the seats so tight that you create marks in the leather. "More, Frankie, please, don't stop. "

"So fucking tight for me, cariño." Frankie sounds utterly wrecked behind you, voice rich and full, his free hand snaking up to clutch the back of your neck, holding you at the perfect angle for him to drive in and out relentlessly, deep and hard the way he knows you crave. "So sweet. Always so good to me when you come home."

Sounds reverberate off the windows: heavy breaths, flesh against flesh, your moans, Frankie's grunts and whimpers as his rhythm inside you starts to falter, both of you close.

A final few strokes of his fingers across your clit and the tight coil inside you snaps, his other hand slapping over your mouth just in time to contain your sounds as you cry out, feeling his cock twitch and pulse as he comes hard, spurting hot inside you. He buries his face in your hair to muffle his own loud groan and it vibrates loud across your scalp and down your spine as you grind your ass into his lap a few more times to draw out the pleasure for both of you, your walls fluttering around his softening cock, until the sensitivity becomes too much.

Collapsing back against his chest is all you can manage and his arms encircle you, holding you close and breathing heavy into your hair. You feel his heartbeat as it winds down, slowing its thumping against your back through the thin cotton of your sundress. Your surroundings take shape as you come down from your high: Frankie has got you. You're home again.

A sudden flash of light through the windshield blinds you both. "Morales? Hey man, I thought that was you! Have fun with your girl, see ya at the bar Friday night!"

You both groan. It wasn't even a security guard -- it was Chad Davis and his frat-boy smirk.

"Fuck me," Frankie sighs in disgust. "I hate airports."

#frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales x you #triple frontier fanfic #pedro pascal #brown eyed pilot #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fic #pedro pascal characters

[iamthenerdqueen]

The Red String of Faith - Chapter VIII

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

slight twigger warnings: Drinking in this chapter, talking about extreme poverty, Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you. Also, this chpater had hurt Wooyoung cause it's the Madrid concerts.

Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII, Next

The entire soulgroup spent the rest of the afternoon and late into the night just relishing the fact that they were in each other's presence again. The real problem all of them were facing was some serious jetlag, the girls were about six hours ahead of their normal time while the boys were about seven hours behind.

To put it lightly, they were all very tired and struggling to stay awake by midnight. As much as they would swear that the reason they stayed up was to put themselves on the right schedule, that is a blatant lie. They didn’t go to bed because they were 1, way too excited to see each other again 2, catching up on everything they hadn’t spoken about on the phone, and 3, drinking.

Also, Seonghwa was pouting but that was just because the girls brought him his birthday gift to Madrid rather than sending it to him like they did Yunho. His Toothless stuffy was decked out in Jedi robes, a voice recording in its paw, and sprayed with the girls' perfume.

They were sprawled out in the living area, the girls had somehow both ended up on the floor Lia sitting against the bottom of a chair with Yeosang behind her, somewhat drunkenly playing with her hair while Lyra was against Yunho’s knees just to the left of the Lia. Across from Lyra was Jungho who had also opted to sit on the floor once they started taking shots.

Dear reader, please note that Jongho and Lyra very much care for each other. They’re soulmates and their connection is unbreakable, but the two of them refuse to show the other mercy in what turned into a shot-for-shot competition.

“My money is on Jongho, he holds his liquor the best and enjoys drinking,” Wooyoung said while leaning down to Lia’s level only to have the girl actually laugh at him. She was laughing at him with her whole chest.

“If it was anyone else, I would be on the same page as you. Lyra is going to win, every single time.” Lia was very sure of her words and lost all sense of volume when drunk so she was practically shouting she was so loud.

At her words everyone, except the two on their ninth shot in a row, turned to look at her with questioning glances.

“Why would you say that?” Hongjoong didn’t know if he was impressed or very concerned at the fact that Lyra didn’t even seem more than a little buzzed after two drinks and a total of thirteen shots of straight vodka counting the few she had when they opened the bottle.

“Y’all know she went to college, right? In the deep south? That says enough on its own” That obviously went over all of the boys' heads as even Jungho gave her a questioning look after that comment. “Okay… what does that mean?” San was a tired drunk but Lia’s confusing words made his brain work overtime trying to understand what she could possibly mean.

Finally, Lyra - who to be fair was a little drunk - began to explain what Lia was trying to get at. “I was a sorority girl in college, so I did my fair share of drinking and partying at sketchy places.”

“ A sororrr-” Wooyoung stopped himself and thought about the word while a deep frown came over his face, “that word is hard, what does it mean?”

“SHE WAS IN A CULT!” Lia threw her hand into the air with her proclamation causing Seonghwa to gasp in concern and Lyra to giggle before taking her next shot.

“It’s not a cult, umm the best way to describe it in a general way is a womens’ based organization for college girls, there are fraternities which are the men’s equivalent. Pretty much a lot of meetings, lot of interacting with people, and suffering but telling yourself it's okay because you love the people you’re suffering with. Oh, and drinking a decent amount of drinking just at nothing official.”

“Sounds like a very odd cult.” Hongjoong said affirming Lia’s words from earlier, the rest of the boys nodding along with him.

Lyra kinda gave in and understood the logic, she just gave them a shrug, “You get a lot of useful skills from it, social skills and other things that come from organizations and other crap like that. There is also something fun about knowing all the secret things that go on, I'm a sucker for dramatics.”

At that, the boys moved on again as they had made it to the bottom of the bottle of Vodka and took it as the sign to slowly start sobering up before going to bed. They had made their way from one topic to the next, the mood shifted from chaotic to somber as they got deeper and deeper.

“I don’t know what I expected out of life, I had a lot of things I loved as a child. I’m happy I ended up here, doing this and being with all of you,” Jongho’s words got a lot of cooing from his soulmates and Seonghwa even kissed the top of his head from behind him.

“I get what you mean, everyone always talks about their hopes and dreams as a child but I never had that. Even as I got older, I didn’t have a strong desire to be anything specific, my only goal was to have something. Do something to make enough money to live comfortably.” Lia said, looking at nothing in particular.

“Yeah, I just wanted to be able to get out of our hometown. Have enough money to eat every night, to never have one of those dry goods boxes from the school show up in front of the door again.” Lyra said to Lia who knew exactly what she was talking about, it was one of the things that bothered the boys sometimes. That they hadn’t been there to stop bad things from happening to the girls.

“A box?” Yunho didn’t exactly understand, he had heard her but the alcohol and the English were getting to him, he had been slipping in and out of Korean all night. They were all a little too drunk to notice both girls were keeping up with them as best they could as they switched between languages, having worked hard to be able to speak the basics in the past two months.

“A dry good box, stuff that my family could eat and was shelf stable for a long time. There were times my family couldn’t afford a lot of food, there were a lot of us and my dad couldn’t work so money was always tight. Sometimes the food wasn’t great, but it was better than the night when we didn’t have any food.”

It was quiet after that, Lia wasn’t a stranger to the level of poverty Lyra experienced as she had grown up with it herself. Everyone in their town had grown up in some level of poverty. Most people in their town fell to heavy drugs at some point, it’s a cycle that thrives in impoverished areas.

“Do you remember the trailer I grew up in?” Lyra nodded her head to Lia’s question, the boys a little lost. “Sometimes, I still wake up and have that moment where I think I have to be really careful when moving around because I forget that the floor isn’t caving in on itself. The floor of my childhood bedroom and the whole trailer really was falling apart.”

“Oh, I-” Yunho's lip quivered slightly, tears had come to his eyes as she had explained more. Times hadn’t always been great for them either, but the thought of one of his soulmates going hungry hurt.

A quick sob left him and Lyra leaned up to look at him before turning to be face-to-face with him. He was crying because she had suffered like that, but she was the one comforting him, and that only made him want to cry more.

“Don’t cry baby, please don’t cry over that. It was a long time ago, we’re okay now. “ Lyra was holding him at this point, the other boys also were a little emotional at the new information. It seemed as though as they learned more and more about the girls, the more they wanted to hide them from all the awful things that had already happened to them.

They couldn’t change the past, the girls couldn’t take away the things that had happened to them as trainees and rookies from a small company in an industry that is dominated by those who have the most money to make an extravagant show. The boys couldn’t change the circumstances the girls grew up in. Yet, the most beautiful part of it all was they were only able to find each other because they had kept going. Fate is funny, not everyone finds their soulmate but everyone has at least one out there. There is a level of free will that comes into play, you have to experience life to find them.

The group stayed like that for a while, Lyra comforting Yunho and Jongho had moved to lay his head in Lia’s lap in an affectionate way. Everyone else was piled on the furniture and soon enough they were fighting sleep.

Considering how drunk a couple of them were (I.e. San, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa) it was time for them to crawl into their beds. Lia was sleeping with Mingi and San while Lyra was with Jongho and Yunho in the same room. Yeosang and Seonghwa took up one of the beds in the other room while Wooyoung and Hongjoong took the other.

It was perhaps a very bad idea for them to drink so much, as they all regretted it the next morning while the boys were practicing for the show.

Lyra had gone to speak with the translator she would be helping through the European leg to see if it would be a good fit while Lia just watched them as they were marking some songs and doing some run-throughs of their songs.

Lia was the first one to catch that something was off with Wooyoung. He was moving stiffly and kept twisting as if he were trying to crack his back to bring him some relief.

It was a few minutes after that started when he let out a pained noise after dancing one move particularly hard.

“Oh my god,” Lia felt relatively helpless at this moment, she had been watching with a couple of staff members from the empty seats when he cried out. In an instant, the boys had gone to him from their positions, and a plethora of the staff that had been backstage.

They surrounded him to the point that Lia couldn’t even see him, nor could she hear what was going on. It was then she made her way to the back parts of the arena, her staff lanyard let her move easily through all areas of the building.

By the time she made it to the dressing rooms, Lyra was there and pacing as they both waited for the boys to come backstage.

“Nononono, I’m okay Hyung. It’ll be okay for the show, I’ve just got to rest my back some and I’ll be good to go,” Wooyoung was pleading with Hongjoong who was helping him back to the waiting room. “We won’t make a decision right now, we will talk with Hajoon hyung about it closer to the show.” Hongjoong was stern but also incredibly gentle in his tone of voice.

“Don’t worry about that right now, please just let us get you to a spot where you can lay down and get you something for the pain,” Lia was trying her best to contain her worry but she hated not being able to do much more than pamper him at this moment. She was scrambling to set up the small couch in a way that would help take pressure off his back.

Despite being in so much pain, Wooyoung didn’t let Lia’s use of Korean at that moment go unnoticed, “Did you just say that to me in Korean?”

Lyra had found a medical kit somewhere among all the things the staff had, they didn’t have an on-staff doctor, just a few staff with medical experience and the bag Lyra was now rummaging through for some sort of painkiller.

She tossed some generic painkillers to Lia before being dragged back over to where the translator was to look over some of the Spanish for the night's show.

“Yes, we’ve been practicing and I know it’s really bad right now.” She spoke in Korean again as she took out some pills and grabbed him a bottle of water from the counter, “Here take these, and tell me if you need anything,” she switched back to English at this point while still trying to find a couple things to make him feel more comfortable.

The rest of the boys were also moving around the back now, trying to figure out what the situation would be and taking care of other little things that needed to be done before the show.

“I don’t understand why y’all don’t have a blanket somewhere around her, all these damn bags and not a single blanket for me to tuck you in with,” Lia was speaking to no one specifically, just talking while looking for other things to make Wooyoung feel better.

“Cute,” Wooyoung was definitely in some serious pain as that was all he could muster as he tried to shift to make it feel better as he waited for the medicine to kick in.

By the time they were about to start the show, he swore up and down it was better. Good enough that he could go on with the show and worry about it after.

This was a lie, he was not better and did not make it through the show. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the sight of Wooyoung having to leave the stage mid-performance. He was in tears, some may assume from the pain but the girls knew that it was from the fact that he felt he was disappointing Atiny because he couldn’t perform for them.

Madrid turned out to be rougher than expected, the injury being the worst of it. The second day of the show was somber as none of the boys enjoyed performing without all eight of them there, but they did their best for Atiny regardless. Lia had stayed at the hotel with Wooyoung, so he wouldn’t be alone and to make it easier for him to rest.

Sometimes it was like they were living in a dream where nothing had consequences, but then real life always came knocking and burst that little bubble.

A/N: Hello! Back with a short update. I didn't get to write as much as i would've like this last week so this is a little shorter than usual but next week should be back to our regualarly sheduled fun!

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[marquez-junky8920]

Marc Marquez Smut Series

Chapter 5 - Dessert

Summary - Marc decides he wants you for dessert...

Word Count - 2.2k

'When does your flight leave?' you asked Marc over you video chat call. He was currently sitting at the airport in France on his way home from a race weekend. Unfortunately, you couldn't take anymore time off from your job so you were unable to make it with him to Le Mans this year.

'I think boarding starts in about 20 minutes.' he said, looking around at all the people crowding the airport. He wore his mask and a baseball hat, so no one really recognized him and that's how he wanted it to stay.

'I miss you.' you pouted, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiled at you.

'I miss you too princess. I can't wait to give you a hug and kiss you and spend time with you. A week feels entirely too long to be away from you.'

'I know. Feels like it's been years.' you groaned and picked at the threads on your shirt. 'Alright, I'll let you go. I know boarding is chaotic every time. I will see you when you get home, my love.'

'Okay babe. I'll see you in a few hours.'

'Have a safe flight and I love you so so much.'

'I love you too.' he waved before hanging up and boarding his flight.

To pass the time, you decided to clean the house as much as you could to make everything look nice and put together for your man to come home after a hectic race weekend. After finishing up with that a few hours later, you started on dinner for him so that he could just eat dinner with you and go to sleep. The jetlag was a very real thing for him sometimes and he had mentioned it several times to you while he was in France.

Finally finishing cooking dinner, you checked your phone and saw an update from Marc that he was about 10 minutes away from the house. You had to convince yourself to hold in a squeal before you replied to him how excited you were. It had been a long time since you'd been apart from each other and you couldn't wait to be in his presence again.

You had just finished making his plate when you heard a car door shut outside. You ran over to the front window and saw him walking up to the front door but you beat him to it. Opening the front door, you ran to him and jumped into a hug with him and he groaned in relief when he finally held you again.

'How's my baby?' he asked into your hair as you continued to hug him.

'I'm good. I missed you so much.' you sighed, kissing his lips for the first time in what felt like centuries. He pecked your lips several times before setting you down onto the ground with an arm still around your waist.

'Can I carry anything?' you asked, looking at his bags to see if he needed help.

'No, I got it. C'mon. Let's go inside.' he said, walking back into the house with his hand at your lower back. As soon as he walked into the house, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

'It smells delicious in here. What did you make?' he asked, letting his nose lead him straight to the kitchen.

'It's a surprise because I'm just that great of a girlfriend and my man deserves a homecooked meal.' you giggled, kissing his cheek before handing him his plate.

'My god I love you...'

'I know.' you laughed, tossing him a flirty look over your shoulder while you served your own plate.

'So how was the weekend?' you asked him as you sat right next to him while you ate together in peace.

'It was good. Very tiring, but good. I feel like we made good progress with the bike this weekend.'

'That's great! How about your arm? How did it hold up?'

'Not so good. Even on the painkillers, I was still in so much pain. But I'm alright now. It's just that leaning so far down and putting that much pressure on it is testing it too much.' he said, shoveling more food into his mouth and groaning at how good it was.

'Do you want me to get your ice packs ready? They're in the freezer.' you offered.

'No, not tonight. Tomorrow I probably will ice it, but tonight I just want to spend time with you and catch up on lost time.'

'In more ways than one?' you suggested with a slight smirk playing at your lips.

'In more ways than one.' he winked and rested his hand on your thigh for the rest of dinner.

'How was your week to yourself?' he asked you with all of his attention focused on you now.

'It was alright! Work was busy, so that kept my mind off of being so lonely when I get home.' you laughed lightly. 'But the weekend sucked. I was so bored by myself that I even cleaned the shelves in the closet.'

'The ones that reach the ceiling?' he gawked.

'Yes... The ones that reach the ceiling.'

'How the hell did you even get up there? You're shorter than me and I can't reach them.' he laughed.

'There is a lot of power behind being nimble and owning a step stool honey.' you patted his shoulder and kissed his cheek before getting out of your chair to bring the dishes to the sink.

'You done?' you asked him, pointing to his plate.

'Yes, but I'll get it. Here, give me your plate.' he said, not really giving you a choice before he took the plate from your hand and brought it to the kitchen for you.

'Thank you my love.' you drew out and tilted your head to bat your eyelashes at him. He smiled a toothy smile before saying you're welcome. The two of you made quick work of cleaning the kitchen together and putting the remaining food away. Small conversation was made, but it really just felt good to be in each other's presence again.

'I love you.' he said, hands holding your waist in his grip as he back you up against the counter. He smiled against your lips before pushing his lips against yours.

'Mm... I love you too.' you said lovingly, your hand running through his soft, jet black hair as you smiled back at him.

'I'm really debating whether or not I should just skip the foreplay and get right to it or if I should do some foreplay here.' he chuckled at the snort you let out in response. 'I'm not kidding! My dick says no foreplay, but my romance side says foreplay all day long.' he laughed. You threw your head back and laughed for a moment before calming down a bit and getting closer to his lips. You were trying not to laugh as you spoke, but you made it as serious and sexy as possible.

'If I were you, I'd listen to your dick. I haven't been touched in a week and there are parts of me aching that I didn't know could ache.'

'Alright then.' he said, picking you up and setting you on the counter behind you. He stripped you of your shirt and shorts, pleasantly surprised that you weren't wearing panties or a bra.

'Were you expecting to get laid tonight?' he cocked his eyebrow at you before kissing at your neck as you giggled.

'I will never underestimate a horny Spaniard coming back after a week of not being home. Of course I expected to get laid.' you joked, laughing when he rested his head on your shoulder and laughed with you.

'That is a very fair point, missy.' he said, not wasting time at all before he leaned your back against the counter and raised your hips to his lips. In this position, he quite literally held all of the control with his arms around your thighs and his hands splayed against your lower stomach. It also made it easier for him so that he didn't have to bend over, he could have his fun with you while standing up.

'I think it's time for dessert now, don't you?' he breathed out, placing wet kisses along your inner thighs and feeling his ear perk up at the sound of your soft moans.

'Shit! I didn't make dessert.' you groaned to yourself. 'I'm sorry.'

'No need to be sorry. What's sitting in front of me looks far more delicious than anything you could've made.' he said lowly before spreading you open with his fingers and dipping his tongue along your slit. You gasped and held the edge of the counter for support before you felt his fingers tease at your entrance. When Marc was in a giving mood, you didn't have to ask or beg him to do anything. Thank god this was one of those moods...

2 of his fingers entered inside you and slowly moved in and out before he paused for just one moment. His tongue dragged it's way from your filled entrance to your clit and his lips wrapped around your clit before he began sucking harshly. As soon as the attention was paid to your clit, you felt his fingers curl inside of you repeatedly and you couldn't help the curses and moans that fell freely and uncontrollably from your mouth.

'Ahhh fuck! N-not so hard. I-I don't want to cum yet.' you hurried out, already feeling your orgasm bubble in your stomach. He chuckled against you before pulling away to speak.

'But if you cum now, I can make you cum again and again and agaaaain...' he drug out, lapping at your clit again and curling his fingers. You leaned your head back and squealed when his teeth grazed your sensitive skin ever so lightly, the sensation only pushing you that much closer to your release.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum!' you moaned, your hand slapping against the counter before reaching up to grip at his hair. You released against his fingers, his tongue lapping eagerly at your sex to lick up every last drop. In your post orgasm haze, you felt him kiss up your body and to your breasts, his mouth paying some much needed attention to your already hardened nipples.

'Oh god...' you sighed out, resting your hand on the back of his head and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He spent a few more moments on your chest before he slowly and tauntingly kissed his way back down to your sex, chuckling darkly at the needy whine that fell from your lips.

'M-marc I can't, ah!' your hips jerked in overstimulation when his mouth latched onto your clit again.

'Yes you can. You're a good girl, I know you can handle it.' he winked before resuming his work on you. This time, there were no fingers involved - just his lips and unbelievably skilled tongue. To your overstimulated core, it felt like he was re-writing the English language and spelling out the alphabet over and over again. His tongue flicked back and forth, side to side, and circled around your clit teasingly before latching on again and sucking while still flicking his tongue against you. At this point, your ears were ringing so loud, your muscles were so tired from being so tense, and your brain was firing on all cylinders over and over again. Your nerve endings were on fire and it felt like his tongue was running over each one of them with each swipe to your clit.

'A-ah I'm gonna cum again! Oh fuck!' you squealed, trying to get away from the intense pleasure you were feeling. His arms were quick to lock against your hips as he held you closer to him now, his face burying deeper between your thighs and his tongue flicking faster and faster. Your moans were beyond loud now - you guessed that the neighbors could hear you at this point.

'Oh god, I-' you rambled, feeling your thighs shake and liquid spill from you in a flood. His fingers seemed to quickly catch on to what was happening and entered inside you, curling immediately to draw more of your juices out. He set your hips back down on the counter and just used his fingers relentlessly on you as you continued to squirt on his hand.

'Good girl.' he drew out, kissing your lips as his actions slowed down and his hand now caressed your inner thigh that was shaking uncontrollably. 'You alright?' he asked, chuckling in your ear.

'Yeah, I'm great...' you sighed, turning your head to offer him a toothy grin on your fucked out face. 'My legs are shaking and I can't walk, I'm fucking amazing.' you giggled, kissing his lips and dipping your tongue quickly into his mouth before teasing him and turning away.

'Look at me.' he said in a low voice, a familiar twinge happening between your legs. You resisted the urge to listen to him and giggled when you heard shuffling in front of you. You squealed when you felt him lift you off the counter and over his shoulder, a slap landing on your ass.

'Now you're just asking for me to fuck you senseless.' he warned, carrying you to the bedroom.

'You certainly won't hear complaining from me.'

'Oh I will when I keep fucking you and you beg me to stop.' he said, tossing you on the bed before getting to work.

#motogp #marc marquez #marc marquez smut

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But papa! Why? Chapter 3

I updated the description. This is a modern AU story, set in the present time

"Can you see if it is under Isidor Levinson?" Cora asked. She was getting frustrated; the taxi driver had dropped her off in front of the apartment building. Her father had bought an apartment in Hammersmith, she would have panoramas of the river Thames, along with London's skyline. As always, her father had not spared any expenses for her. He had told her that the concierge would hand her the key. But that guy was not willing to cooperate and did not hand her anything.

Cora rubbed her temples; she was tired and wanted to take a bath before she would go out and explore her surroundings.

"I am Mr. Levinson's daughter, here you can see my ID. I am Miss. Levinson."

With a suspicious look on his face, the concierge took her ID. "This is an American ID." He said.

"That is correct sir. My father as well as myself, is American. My father bought this apartment because I am going to work here in London. Do you want me to call him?" Cora looked at her watch. It was 10 o'clock, and her father was still asleep in New York. He was not going to be happy if she would wake him up. "Even though I am not sure, he will answer. We have a 5-hour time difference. He will not be happy to be woken up, just for telling you, you can hand me the keys."

She knew her father had sent a lot of money, to make sure her apartment would be ready, and her luggage would be put inside her home. She did not like to threaten this concierge, but if he was going to be stubborn for much longer, she would.

The concierge did not say anything, and still looked at her ID.

"I will call my father, but." She paused for a second to see if he was reacting. "It will have a consequence for the bonus he was going to send." She saw that her words had the right impact. She was handed the keys. With a sigh, she walked to the lift.

+++

Robert did a last check, he wanted to be sure everything was present on the new desk. The colleague from America would come tomorrow, he was still dreading it.

He opened his laptop and started working on the last request that came in. A recently opened sky bar wanted their expertise for a new advertisement campaign. Patrick, his father had said he should wait and work on it together with the new colleague. But Robert was stubborn and wanted this project to be his. He knew he could not finish it before tomorrow, but at least he would be the one deciding on the direction. He wanted to be in the lead. Show him who was the boss in this London office.

"Are you very busy?" Rosamund’s voice sounded.

Robert looked up. "Depending on your question."

Rosamund chuckled. "That is a fair answer, I am going out for dinner and a drink, do you want to join me?"

"Is Marmaduke not joining you?" Robert said semi surprised.

Rosamund gave him a dirty look. "I am allowed to do things without him. But never mind, I did not ask you anything. Enjoy your evening alone."

Robert watched her leave. He scolded himself, he should be nicer towards her. Now he was forced to have dinner at his mother's house. She had asked him this morning. Now he regretted not taking Rosamund’s offer.

+++

Cora entered a pub nearby at the riverside. She had fallen asleep in the bathtub. She felt refreshed and tired at the same time. The jetlag was already hitting her. It was the first time she was in London, and it was a weird experience. They spoke the same language, but she did not understand a word of what the people around her said to each other. She stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. There was no host to welcome people.

Somebody pushed her aside. She was standing in the way. She muttered an apology. A red-haired woman was looking in her direction. The woman was sitting on her own at a table. Cora quickly looked away; she did not want to be rude. She did not see an empty table and she was not sure what to do. She needed to eat something, so she walked towards the bar and took an empty bar stool.

"What can I get you?" One of the bartenders asked.

"A water please." Cora was aware of how insecure she sounded. Why did she feel like this? She had never been insecure in New York.

Cora looked around the pub and noticed the red-haired woman was still looking at her. She felt herself blushing and tried to look in another direction.

A woman appeared next to her. "a Merlot please." Cora noticed that it was the red-haired woman. "Can I offer you a drink."

Cora raised her eyebrows. "You are asking me?" she said surprised.

"Yes, I was asking you. It looked like you were looking for a table, I have a table for myself and can use some company. Did you already look at the menu?"

Cora was confused, why was this woman so nice to her.

The bartender handed the woman her glass and looked at Cora. "Do not worry, this is Lady Rosamund, and she always is nice when there is a new face inside the pub.

"Oh." Cora did not like how she reacted; they must think she was slow. "Well, I would love to eat something, what do you recommend since you know this place."

"You do not sound as if you are from England, do you like fish?"

"I am from New York, and I love fish."

"Go for the fish&chips the best way to get to know the English culture. For me Bangers and mash please, and another glass for her."

Cora followed Rosamund to her table.

"I figure that this is your first time in London? When did you arrive?"

"This morning and yes this is my first time."

"What brings you to this pub, we normally do not see a lot of tourists here." Rosamund took a sip of her wine.

"My apartment is in Henley Apartments, and the concierge told me about this pub." Cora answered.

"You are living here?" Rosamund said surprised.

Cora felt her cheeks colour again. "I am working here in London, and we bought an apartment in Hammersmith, because the office is also located here.

A young woman brought their dinner.

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert #Rosamund Crawley

[lazysublimeengineer]

Betrothed - Chapter 10

Summary: “Marry me Isagi.” Reo’s calm and collected voice snapped out Isagi’s any wandering thoughts and he faced him harshly.

The impact was much like a ball landed unexpectedly on an enemy’s territory out in the field.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He bit out, demanding answers from him.

Reo remained unperturbed and unruffled by his outburst which made Isagi more irritated with him.

“It’s just like what I said Isagi. Marry me. Or do you have any other options in mind? For sure, your analytical mind can catch up with me, right? Or do I need to spell it out for you?” Reo replied with an arched brow but his mauve orbs held a glint of amusement at the other’s expressions, taking in delight of the multitude of expressions that flitted across the male’s face in just a few seconds.

- Or a Reosagi marriage of convenience AU that no one asked for but I still deliver: Isagi loses on the match and his career is on the line until Reo swoops in with an offer that could still save him and his future.

Characters: Isagi Y. & Reo M.

Link for the 9th chapter:

A soft knock woke Isagi up and opened his eyes to stare blearily at the ceiling.

Fuck. Where was he? And what time was it?

He squinted his eyes and let his eyes adjusted to the faint moonlight streaming from the windows to look up from the wall clock of the room and found out that it was already 8 in the evening.

“Master Isagi? Are you awake now? Dinner is already prepared downstairs and Master Reo is waiting for you at the dining room.” The familiar voice of Ba-Ya made it through his line of hearing and Isagi cursed inwardly within himself and scampered out of the bed to open the door and greet Ba-Ya who was waiting patiently outside.

Right.

They’re back in Japan now and he briefly remembered what he said to Reo earlier when they arrived at the mansion that he wanted to take a nap first on their bedroom because of the exhaustion and jetlag that he felt from more than the 8-hour flight they’ve taken going back here.

Fuck.

He overslept.

“Oh, hey Ba-Ya. Can you let Reo know that I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes? I just need to take a quick fix in the bathroom.” Isagi replied, rubbing his nape sheepishly.

“Very well Master Isagi. I’ll let Master Reo know.” Ba-Ya bowed politely and left him to his own devices.

As soon as Ba-Ya left his room, he immediately closed the door and rushed towards the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to look pleasant and pleasing in the eyes of Reo.

Isagi closed his eyes briefly and heaved a deep breath before he opened his eyes again to look at himself in the mirror.

His nerves were skyrocketing in his pulse and his heart started to beat wildly inside his chest. He bit his lip as he could feel the heat flooded on his cheeks.

There was no time to mull the thought over but he knew within himself that he couldn’t deny it any longer.

He wanted Reo to look at him.

To finally look at him with a genuine pleasant expression on his face and considered him as his husband for real.

It was a foolish thought but the night that the surrendered himself to Reo’s arms back in Hawaii was the night that his fragile heart was now in his hands.

Regardless of the farce in their relationship came slapping into his face with the gravity now of their situation back in Japan, he couldn’t stop his heart from yearning and hoping…

…hoping that the illusion could never end and continued to be dress like a beautiful reality.

Because his heart was foolish that listened to no reason at all.

Isagi could only sigh in defeat before he proceeded to wash his face and get ready, waiting for a good feeling to come.

The sounds of the approaching footsteps caught Reo’s attention which made him looked up from his phone to see Isagi’s figure making his way inside the dining room.

His eyes swept over his figure and he surmised that the other had quickly yet haphazardly made himself presentable before going down here because of his slightly mussed up hair which was probably combed once and his deep blue eyes which were still glassy and glazed over from sleeping too long at their bedroom once they reached the mansion.

Nevertheless, he still found himself enthralled at the young striker who possessed one of the prettiest faces he ever laid his eyes upon. Isagi’s charm came from his youthful looks coupled with those wide, expressive ocean blue eyes that turned a bit darker and sharper in hues if provoke or if he’s on a soccer field, devouring his opponents in a match.

One could say that he’s rather an ordinary guy with plain features that wouldn’t probably hold a quick interest upon first meeting. While it may seem true, one of his strengths in his physical countenance was that the longer you look at his face, the more his visage became captivating and appealing.

And Reo couldn’t seem to take his eyes off him.

“You could’ve started eating without me y’know?” Isagi’s voice cut off his wandering thoughts and focused his gaze solely on him.

He was faintly amused on the look of hidden sheepishness beneath his eyes even though he was wearing a casual expression on his face.

“And miss eating with my lovely husband? No way. Or you wouldn’t want to eat with me instead? I’m hurt by that you know?” Reo feigned a hurt expression on his face but his eyes gleamed mischievously as he spotted a faint blush coloring Isagi’s cheeks.

It’s easier to tease him like this.

It’s easier being like this with him.

It’s easier…

…

Reo knew that he shouldn’t do this.

He shouldn’t be too much comfortable with Isagi.

Their relationship and marriage had an expiration date.

And once they achieve their goals, they had to go on their separate ways and back to their own worlds.

Besides, why the hell was he acting like this towards him?

Did he forget his own goal to make Isagi suffer and feel inferior towards him? Did he forget to make the other feel that without him, his life and career would be a hopeless case of tragedy that only him can restore because of his own power in the society?

And…

…did he forget to instill the misery that Isagi should be feeling when he stole Nagi’s attention away from him?

He shouldn’t forget about all of that.

 But just one look at Isagi’s face and that genuine flit of emotions that made his eyes glittered captivatingly was enough to make his blood sing and heart thundered wildly inside his chest.

For a moment, all he can remember was the time that they spent together in Hawaii.

The way the other’s lips molded sensually against his own in an intoxicating kiss. The way Isagi’s body quivered deliciously beneath him every time he stretched him to his limit and piston his insides voraciously. The way Isagi cried out his name in pleasure, completely drunk in ecstasy and want.

And the way the other laughed genuinely every time they exchange smart, aleck yet witty remarks with one another once they go out and hang out to explore the other parts of the island.

Lastly, they couldn’t seem to stop devouring each other every single night.

Eager hands that explore every sensitive nook around each other’s body.

Warm lips crashing against each other hungrily.

Sweet nothings which were whispered in the middle of the night tangled in each other’s arms.

Fuck.

These pesky feelings swirling inside of him were clouding his judgment.

Reo needed to stop this madness before it’s too late.

He kept the pleasant expression on his face despite the havoc that Isagi was wreaking inside of him.

“God, stop being cheesy.” Isagi grumbled weakly, feeling flustered at his teasing words and remarks.

Reo could only chuckle softly in delight.

For now, Reo would bask in this moment of interlude before he goes back to the reality of their situation…

…and stop whatever growing feelings that were starting to bloom within him for the other since it was futile and useless at the end.

A few weeks later

Isagi wiped off the sweat beading down his forehead with his towel once he reached the men’s locker room after their practice.

The past few weeks were quite hectic for Isagi as he was scheduled for several practice matches in Tokyo as he was included in the lineup for an upcoming match soon.

Not to mention that he was also invited as a guest coach for a few days at Ichinan High School which was his former school and some model shootings for the Mikage Corporation as he was the current endorser of their products as part of his deal and contract with Reo.

Overall, it was a busy and tight schedule for him. But even though it was an exhausting period for him afterwards, Isagi very much preferred it as his mind and body was used to such thing compared in the previous months to which he was doing nothing and he was being stagnant in his flat with zero upcoming matches, practices or even endorsement meetings that he needed to attend to.

So even though this was the result of his deal with Reo, he was still somewhat grateful to the young heir because he upheld the end of his deal and their agreement. With the positive news of his relationship and marriage to Reo and with the added news of being the face behind the Mikage Corporations’ products in the social media and society pages of the magazines, it helped in boosting his career and his string of defeats in the soccer was now buried behind them as the string of endorsements and partnerships with some well-known brands came flocking again to Isagi’s side.

It almost brought a smile to his lips before another thought held him back as he realized that these days they rarely see and talk with each other. Isagi could understand that because they’re both ridiculously busy especially in Reo’s position as the current CEO of their enterprise. Sometimes he was still surprised when Reo came home from work to even continue his work at his own small office in the library and sometimes hearing him undergo a series of meetings during ungodly hours of the night.

It made Isagi worried for a bit. What if Reo was overworking himself to the point that he might get an overwhelming fatigue in the future? Should he tell him to slow down? Isagi quickly shook his head at the thought. No. He can’t do that. They don’t even have a real relationship to begin with so it’s not in his place to give Reo an unsolicited advice about his line of work. What if he cooked him some dinner tonight to alleviate some of his exhaustion these past few weeks?

It's no secret that sometimes Reo just ate outside or got some takeout meals for dinner once he gets back at home after work since he reached the mansion at late in the night.

The only problem was that he wasn’t sure what he should cook for him as he knew Reo ate only one of the best foods considering his status and they basically got a chef in the mansion who can cook even the most exquisite food that could rival a fine dining restaurant.

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to give up easily. He was shown to be a determined and resourceful individual hence he can employ the help and skills of Ba-Ya to know more about the favorite dish of Reo.

Of course, he was only doing this to return the grateful gesture towards the young lad even if his heart was saying otherwise.

With that thought in mind, he quickly made his way towards the bathroom with a new goal in mind tonight.

“Ichibo Steak?” Isagi said with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Yes Master Isagi. Ichibo Steak is his favorite food.” Ba-Ya answered calmly.

“Ah… Would you know what’s the best dish that I can cook for Reo with Ichibo Steak?” Isagi asked tentatively as he looked over his phone to scroll some available menus on Google.

“Master Reo seems to enjoy the Garlic Butter Steak.” Ba-Ya answered as a knowing smile inched across her lips. “You’re rather interested in cooking dinner for him Master Isagi despite having a personal chef here.”

This made Isagi finally looked up at Ba-Ya with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Well, as his husband I wanna do something for him y’know? He seemed rather too busy and tired these days and I’ve noticed that he’s eating takeout meals recently so I wanted to cook a simple meal for him.” He quickly explained as the noticeable heat began flooding his cheeks, not wanting Ba-Ya to have any other thoughts about his actions.

This made Ba-Ya smiled slightly in amusement. “Of course, Master Isagi you’re his husband. It’s quite normal to be concerned about him. If you want to, I can lend a helping hand in the preparation of the meal.” Ba-Ya offered.

Isagi smiled gratefully. “Thanks for that Ba-Ya. But I’d like you to simply guide me on how to cook it. I think I can prepare it on my own if you provide me some tips and the right kitchen equipment for it.”

For the next few moments, Isagi and Ba-Ya spent some time in preparing the ingredients and the equipment to perform and cook the favorite dish of Reo.

Isagi mostly listened in an attentive manner at Ba-Ya’s instructions, detailing the step-by-step process on how to cut the chunk of meat properly and prepare the toppings and garnish for it.

He tried to carefully follow Ba-Ya’s instructions even though he experienced some minor difficulties earlier as this kind of dish was not something he usually encounter to prepare or eat in his daily life. Isagi inwardly thought of how talented the chefs in the Mikage’s place must be to even prepare a special dish like this with ease.

It took some hour to get it right and be finally done with it.

 “Ah, did I get it right?” Isagi asked tentatively as he studied carefully at the now cooked steak which was put in an expensive black, metal plate and was garnish with garlic butter and lemon. The dazzling aroma and smoke permeated across the kitchen.

“I believed so Master Isagi. And you’ve just finally finished on time as I can hear the gates being opened and the sounds of a car’s tires going inside the pavement. It must be Master Reo. I’ll be greeting him for a while.” Ba-Ya bowed to him and left the kitchen to greet Reo, leaving Isagi on his own to prepare their dinner in the dining table.

Nervousness gnawed at him inside.

What if Reo didn’t like it? Isagi wasn’t some five-star chef when it came to cooking. But he believed that he can be a decent cook if he was taught properly and followed the guidelines in some cookbook.

Nevertheless, there was no time for Isagi to contemplate on the food that he prepared since his attention was now caught by the familiar voices of Ba-Ya and Reo with their approaching footsteps along the way.

“Hm? There’s still food left for tonight?” Reo asked quizzically.

“Indeed Master Reo. You should see for yourself in the dining room.” Ba-Ya answered calmly.

“Well, seeing that I always came late home from work there is no n—.” He stopped midway upon seeing Isagi standing up on the side of the table with an awkward smile painted on his lips.

On the table, there was a Beef Ichibo Garlic Butter Steak sitting in the middle of it together with a bowl of rice situated at the side and—

“Are those bamboo shoots?” Reo asked out loud as he stared at the bamboo shaped chocolate snacks at the other side of the table.

“Yeah, they are.” Isagi swiftly answered.

There was an evident surprise on his face as he realized that he was staring at his favorite foods prepared on the dining table.

“Did all of you prepare this?” Reo asked, blinking a few times.

“It’s Master Isagi’s idea to prepare for your dinner tonight Master Reo. I just aid him in some minor preparations so that all is finished once you’ve arrived. Now, I must tend to other tasks tonight. I would leave you both to your own devices.” Ba-Ya replied with a knowing smile on her lips before she bowed to them and left them.

There was a complete silence between the two of them until Isagi shattered it by clearing his throat.

“Don’t think of it weirdly Reo. I just don’t want the other people here thinking that we’re getting distant with each other because of our busy schedules. Part of our contract was to be y’know tending to each other’s needs…” Isagi said, his voice getting smaller as he couldn’t decipher the other’s reaction. He was about to sit down when Reo strode forward to his direction and snatched his wrist to pull him forward against his chest. Too surprise to react quickly, Isagi found himself being enveloped in a warm embrace as Reo’s lips captured his own in a languid yet fervent kiss which made Isagi dazed and dizzy from the onslaught of sensations and emotions bombarding him right that instant.

“Careful Isagi. If you continue with that doting husband act, you might really lure me in your trap.” Reo mumbled hotly against his lips before he let him go and shot him a playful wink while Isagi was still reeling and his face burning hot in half mortification and pleasure.

“S-shut up…” Isagi stammered as he took a seat on the opposite side of him, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

Reo chuckled softly in response as he also took a seat and gathered his plate and utensils, putting on some food.

“You need to tell me if it’s good or bad so that if it isn’t to your tastes, I can probably take some practice.” Isagi couldn’t help but to say it as he watched Reo tried tasting the Ichibo Steak he prepared for him.

Meanwhile, Reo started to taste the steak, slicing the meat with a knife and stabbed it with a fork. He brought it into his mouth and began chewing it. There was contemplative look over his face as he continued chewing on the meat inside his mouth.

Inwardly, Reo was slightly taken aback to know how good it was. The quality of the meat was soft. It was not overcooked and just cooked with the right amount of tenderness and savory flavors of the garlic butter and lemon blended well with the meat. He didn’t know that Isagi can be a good cook. But he surmised that he shouldn’t be surprised on that fact considering that the male has a tendency to surprise everyone with his other skills and talent outside of soccer.

“Well…?” Isagi’s uncertain voice brought him back to the present and he watched his face which was riddled with anticipation and nervousness regardless of how hard the other tried to hide it.

There’s a certain warmth feeling creeping up inside of him when he realized that his opinion and verdict matters to Isagi. So, his words held a certain weight to the young striker.

“It’s okay.” Reo finally said after swallowing the steak and drinking some water.

“What do you mean by okay?” Isagi’s brows furrowed at his response.

“I mean it’s passable… But I’d rather preferred this steak now than going out and eat some of this in a restaurant. I can’t believe that my husband is talented and doting towards me. My heart is swooning.” Reo replied with a mischievous smile on his face as he watched the multitude of expressions crossed the other’s face at the span of a second before it settled into a deep blush and flustered one.

“You and your silver tongue. Would never work on me dumbass.” He grumbled weakly and looked away from Reo to focused on the food he put into his plate and started to eat it.

“Too bad if it’s not since it’s the truth.” Reo replied with a playful grin on his face before he resumed eating again.

For the first time in their marriage, a simple dinner with Isagi filled him with an indescribable warmth and giddiness inside of him and he didn’t want the feeling to disappear so soon.

His mauve orbs flit through the pages of the document that he was reading for a few minutes before he gave up and put them down on table with a sigh leaving his lips.

When he said to Isagi earlier that he still got work to do after their dinner, he meant it but now it seemed like it was just an excuse to steer away from him and be alone with his thoughts for a while.

The past few weeks were easier because when they’re both busy with their careers, they now only see each other occasionally outside and inside the mansion. Reo thought that if this kind of set up will continue, it will be far easier and quicker to kill any growing feelings that he had for Isagi and fulfill their plans without any hitch.

It would be easier to file a divorce for him after that.

Until he realized how sorely wrong, he was.

The proverb, “absence makes the heart grow fonder” rang true in his case.

Because every time that he hadn’t seen Isagi’s face nor hear his deep yet lovely voice, this made Reo missed him more. He tried to hold himself back several times to just pick up his phone and call him and check up on him on how his day was going.

It certainly didn’t help that the other had surprised him with a thoughtful gesture tonight: prepared him a dinner with all his favorite foods laid out in front of him at the dining table.

Was he falling for him?

Reo heaved a deep breath, leaning his back against the swivel chair before closing his eyes for a moment.

Whenever he tried to picture himself and his end goal in the future, all he could see was Isagi’s smiling face at him and holding his hand.

He can no longer picture anything else. He can no longer see his previous self wanting to torment the young striker for the years of misery that he felt and endure during his fallout with Nagi.

He had come to realize that he had put all the blame to Isagi for his and Nagi’s misunderstanding and miscommunication with one another. He deluded himself that Isagi had stolen all the attention and probable affection of Nagi away from him when Isagi didn’t even do anything between the two of them. He was simply caught in a bad time with them together as he and Nagi’s friendship had been put to the test and was fractured during their time in Blue Lock.

He cannot deny that Nagi’s interest and attention was caught by the Blue Lock’s ace because of Isagi’s unwavering determination and shining valor and talent amid their team’s adversary against soccer giants and geniuses among them. He had to admit that Nagi was less passive and inclined to do more on his own when he was grouped with Isagi’s team during the Second Selection and it hurt him that he couldn’t even make him do that much without rewarding or coaxing Nagi to practice and put more effort into things.

He was aggrieved to know that in the span of short time, Nagi’s talent had vastly improved and his lackadaisical attitude towards soccer had lessened and became more active because of Isagi and not him despite being friends with the white-haired genius for a longer amount of time.

It hurt him like hell.

But it was the reality.

And now a realization came to him that also shed some light on his anguished mind and tormented heart.

During the period that he had spent with Isagi back in Hawaii, Reo witnessed the other facets of the young man which made a pleasant hum inside his chest and getting butterflies in his stomach. When Isagi was less belligerent towards him and less guarded up, he found out on how he can be also caring to him. With just simply waking him up to have breakfast together or even asking him on how his day went after he had several meetings with some of his parents’ associates for a business proposal which was tedious and quite exhausting. He couldn’t help his heart leapt wildly inside his chest at those simple yet thoughtful gestures alone. It was also evident in the time that they spent time together exploring the other parts of Hawaii together. There was a genuine sparkle of interest and enthusiasm in the other’s eyes when he saw something breathtaking in one of the famous landmarks of the island and sometimes talked his ears off with something he was passionate about.

Even if it was supposed to be a “pretend date” outside the place to give a good tidbit and gossip with the lurking paparazzi around, Reo’s action seemed to differ and his affectations of a sweet and loving husband towards him was coming more natural and sincere out of him.

He didn’t want their time together to end and just stay like that.

The notification ring on his phone broke off any thoughts within Reo’s mind and brought him back to the present.

He opened his eyes and picked up his phone from the table.

It was a reminder message from his calendar.

A scheduled meeting with Nagi tomorrow at a café.

With the recent realizations and revelations that his mind had caught up, this meet up almost slipped out of his mind.

Nevertheless, it was a telltale sign from whatever fate or destiny surrounded them on what he needed to do.

And Reo knew what he really needed to do.

“When will be the scheduled photoshoot for this?” Isagi asked casually as he read through the presented portfolio for this.

“They were thinking that maybe you’ll have some availability for early next week? Seeing that you’re quite busy with your practice for your upcoming match soon and other prior commitments with the Mikage Corp. as their top endorser, they’re willing to compromise and adjust the schedule for your availability.” His manager spoke calmly before he took a sip of his coffee from his cup.

Isagi hummed in assent as his eyes flickered towards the paragraph in each page and perused their meanings while he was also listening attentively towards his manager. He was at a café today and discussing some things on his new upcoming endorsement. Frankly, he was getting bored with it and just wanted to agree with everything but his rational mind refused to and badgered him to study and listen to whatever product that he’s going to endorse with his name because it could also affect and impact his career in the long run.

As Isagi continued to listen to his manager’s businesslike voice, his eyes strayed away from the document that he was reading and looked up.

But everything seemed to dwindle and dissolved within his senses as his eyes were glued on one spot alone that had his mind blanking out and body gone cold in an instant.

It was Reo and Nagi sitting on the opposite of each other in the furthest part of the café and talking with one another.

#blue lock #fanfiction #reosagi #rois #chapter 10 #angst #drama #enemies to lovers #eventual smut #marriage of convenience #spoilers #mikage reo #isagi yoichi

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Chapter 10 - There Was A Monster In My Bed

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When I woke up the next morning Flynn was fast asleep beside me, my body curled around his from behind. I smiled and carefully extracted my arms from his waist, careful not to wake him up. He continued to snore lightly but did not stir as I got up from the bed.

I saw the time on my phone. "Fuck!" I muttered. I would be late to work if I didn't leave in the next ten minutes. Ignoring the notifications on my phone, I rushed to get ready. Before leaving the apartment I scribbled a note and left it on the nightstand beside Flynn - "hey handsome, there's leftovers and snacks. Eat! and feed Tuddy x love you."

I managed to catch the bus just in time, sighing as I took a seat by the front door. I pulled out my phone and looked through my messages and social media.

I saw a text from Joel from last night and a missed call from him an hour later.

I replied to him: hi baby, sorry for my late reply, was super tired last night and didn't check my phone until this morning. I'll call you later x

Joel: hey babydoll how was your day?

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At the end of the day I made my way home just before it got dark. Work had been insanely busy due to an authors celebration week in which I had to organise posters, social media campaigns, catering for the days where the authors would make guest appearances, and respond to general networking correspondence. I had to work through my lunch break and was exhausted by the end of my shift. I hadn't even been able to call Joel or get in touch with any of the girls.

As I walked from the bus stop to my apartment my heart seemed to sing in excitement to see Flynn again. I opened the front door and entered, unsure whether I should be quiet or not incase he was sleeping off the jetlag. As I kicked my shoes off I heard noises coming from the kitchen and Flynn singing to himself.

"Hey," I called out to him.

"Hey!" Flynn called back. "How was work?" I entered the kitchen and found him standing infront of the stove, one hand on his hip while the other stirred tomato sauce in a pot. I smiled at how casual and at home he looked, completely relaxed as he navigated his way around the kitchen. He looked up at me and returned my smile.

"Work was okay. I missed you." I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me close to him with his free hand. He kissed my head. "Did you get enough rest?"

"Missed you too. Well, I woke up at 4, and that's only cos Tuddy was licking my face." Flynn turned the stove flame on low and let the wooden spoon rest against the inside of the pot. "But I feel recharged now. And starving. You wanna eat?"

I got changed into my sweat pants and a hoodie and then we ate the pasta Flynn had cooked for dinner. Afterwards we lazed on the couch and talked about everything happening in our lives, our thoughts and feelings, our happiness and sadness, the deep and meaningful discussions only certain kindred friends can share. I told him all about Joel. I held his hand as he told me about Europe, his voice dropping to a whisper as he described a brief affair in Rome that left him heart broken. I gave his hand a small squeeze and watched him silently when a tear rolled down his cheek.

Flynn couldn't be described easily. Physically he was conventionally beautiful. Standing at average height with sandy brown hair that fell just above his eyes, he possessed a boyish charm that attracted others easily. His green eyes always had a sparkle to them and his wide smile was infectious. His body was thin but muscular and toned. It was no mystery why he was often hit on by both men and women. However, it was his personality and emotional intelligence that made him exceptional; his compassion, the way he retained random bits of information, the gentle ways he tended to his friends need for support, his ability to recognise the balance between seriousness and jokes in different situations. We met when we were 10 years old. I knew he was gay from the beginning but I had been platonically in love with him ever since. Flynn returned my affection and our connection had continued through our childhood years to puberty and adulthood.

"Shit," I muttered. "I have to take out the trash, it's garbage day tomorrow." I yawned. "I hate adulting."

"I'll do it," Flynn stood up and went to the kitchen.

"You already cooked dinner," I said as I stretched out on the couch.

"Consider this a token of my appreciation for your wonderful hospitality." He gathered the trash bag from the kitchen and shot me a sweet smile as he passed me and walked to the door.

Flynn walked out of my apartment and disposed of the trash in the large garbage bin outside, completely unaware that he was being watched.

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I took the opportunity to give Joel a quick call while I was alone. The phone rang and rang until it reached his voicemail. I hung up and frowned. He couldn't be sleeping already. Maybe he was busy and would call me back later.

We went to bed a few hours later. I still had not heard from Pedro. I tried to push the disappointment and concern out of my mind, but Flynn sensed the tension coursing through me and rolled over to face me.

He placed his hand gently on my cheek and whispered, "don't worry, Ally, he will call back. Go to sleep."

I closed my eyes and nodded slightly. I eventually drifted off to sleep, the warmth of Flynn's body and Tuddy's weight on my legs comforting my restless mind.

~~~~~~

Earlier that night (Joel's POV)

Having not gotten a call from Alessandra all day, Joel decided to drive to Preston and check up on her. He didn't want to appear clingy, and he hated feeling so concerned, so vulnerable, about someone else's emotions and actions (or rather inactions). But he hadn't felt so deeply for another person since his marriage; he had never been very open or expressive with his feelings, but after the end of his marriage he locked his emotions away deep inside him. Now Alessandra had appeared, the walls of his heart began slowly crumbling. He parked his car across from her apartment with the intention of surprising her. His body craved her; needing to hold her close, to press her curves against him, to kiss her soft lips, to fuck her, to cradle her in his arms. Joel switched off the ignition and was about to get out of the car when Flynn emerged from the apartment.

"Who the fuck..." Joel whispered to himself in the dark, his eyes narrowing in on the handsome young man carrying the trash bag. He seemed so casual, so at home, dressed in baggy sweat pants and a tight t shirt. Who the fuck is that?

Jealousy and anger was rapidly rising inside his belly and chest. Joel gripped the steering wheel tightly, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, watching Flynn like a hawk.

I should get out and kick his ass.

His concentration was broken when his phone buzzed beside him on the seat. Joel looked down to see Alessandra calling. He frowned and looked back up at the young man walking back inside the apartment. When the vibration of the phone call ended, he let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. His mind raced with different thoughts as he tried to quash the rage burning inside him.

Joel sighed. The urge to confront them both was strong but he managed to compose himself enough to start the car engine and drive away.

Is this why she didn't call me back earlier? Is she fucking this guy? Probably her new boyfriend. Ofcourse she found someone younger and better looking. What the fuck would she want with me?

Wednesday morning I woke up to my alarm beeping obnoxiously close to my ear. Groaning, I turned it off and scrubbed the grit of sleep away from my eyes. I immediately recognised the lack of warmth in the bed sheets and turned to see Flynn wasn't next to me. Tuddy stirred by my legs and meowed. Together we got up and padded out to the kitchen to see where he was.

~~~~~~

"Morning, sunshine!" He greeted me cheerfully.

Flynn always was a morning person, the kind who danced along to the radio while flipping pancakes and opening the blinds to allow the sunshine to stream into the room. I, however, was not. I gave him a dour look and he laughed heartily. I sat on a stool at the kitchen bench and Tuddy went to her bowl to munch on some of her biscuits.

"Love you," I said as I took a sip of coffee.

"Made your favourite," Flynn said as he presented me a plate of pancakes with strawberries and a smattering of powdered sugar on-top, a knife and fork already on the bench. The presentation was immaculate and made my stomach growl instantly.

"And ofcourse, coffee." Flynn then set a mug of warm coffee beside the plate. I couldn't help but grin at him and he smirked back, a boastful little curl of his lips. He knew he was a good cook.

"I hope so, cos I'm broke and I need somewhere to stay a little longer, until I find a place." Flynn sighed.

"You know you can stay here as long as you need to." I began eating the pancakes. Flynn gave me a small smile.

"Oh. And don't forget to take your scarf with you to work," he said, "otherwise everyone will think you're the fantasy librarian who loves getting banged in the non fiction section after hours."

I choked on a strawberry and he guffawed.

The library was buzzing with activity again and I was grateful for the distraction it gave me from Joel's lack of contact. I tried to call him again on my lunch break but there was no answer. I then texted him; hi...are you okay? can you call me?

~~~~~~

When my phone rang a minute later, my heart skipped a beat. A huge wave of disappointment washed over me when I saw it was Toni calling.

"Hey," I answered, unable to fully disguise the hurt in my voice.

"Hey," she responded. "Are you okay? You sound sad."

"Yeah, I'm fine. How are you? What's up?"

"Well, I kinda need a favour, Al. I left my pink Gucci bag at Adam's a few weeks ago, before we broke up. I don't want to go get it alone. It's so awkward. I don't want him to know I'm coming, I just want to get it and leave. But he's still moping and trying to talk to me. Can you please come with me, like just as support?"

"Ofcourse, Tone. When?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"Okay," I sighed. Flynn has planned to go out to see some of his old work mates tomorrow night anyway. "I'll come. Pick me up at 7?"

The following evening during the drive up to Westor I told Toni about Joel not calling me back and how anxious it was making me. I tried to call him again on my lunch break today, but he didn't answer. Toni kept her eyes ahead on the road as she drove, listening patiently to me unleashing a mumbled retelling of the recent events between Joel and I. I avoided looking at her and busied my hands with scrolling for songs to play on the car's Bluetooth. She tried to comfort me that he was probably just really busy with work, and I nodded along to her words of reassurance without conviction.

~~~~~~

We arrived at Adam's place around 7.30pm. I joined Toni at his front door, holding her hand to reaffirm my presence for support. Toni took a breath in and then out before knocking on his door. We could hear music playing and several voices and shuffling coming from inside. As we waited for the door to open I squeezed Toni's hand.

Toni also finally revealed why she broke up with Adam. She recounted how the relationship developed too quickly, how suffocated she felt by his genuine care, how the possibility of her experiencing real emotions towards him scared her.

"I know, it's fucked up." She said quietly. "He's a good guy. But when he got angry that I wouldn't delete my OnlyFans account, I had to just end it. And now he won't stop calling and messaging."

When the door did open, I didn't expect to see Adam standing infront of us, with Joel and a few other guys in the background sitting around a table drinking and playing cards. I recognised one of them as Dave, the guy from the group dinner a few weeks ago. The guys all looked up at us in surprise. My heart fell when Joel's intense brown eyes met mine.

"Toni," Adam began.

"Not now," she said quickly, holding up her hand to cut him off. "I just came to get my handbag back. Please give it to me."

Joel stared at me and I saw a mix of shock and tenderness cross his face. It only lasted a few seconds before his eyes darkened, as if remembering something unpleasant, then he adopted his usual scowl and took a sip of his beer. My heart felt like crumbling so I quickly looked away and tried to focus my attention on the exchange between Toni and Adam.

Toni entered the living room while they talked hurriedly, their voices rising higher as they tried to talk over each other. Adam stood infront of her, hands gesturing in front of him desperately as he tried to be heard over Toni's loud refusal to listen to him. I could recognise Toni's patience and tolerance for Adam's pleas begin to wane, so I walked into the living room and stood beside her.

"Adam, please." I began calmly. "Toni just wants her bag back, and anything else you might have of hers. She doesn't want to talk right now. Just give us the stuff and we will go."

Toni folded her arms and glared at Adam, challenging him to rebuff my authority. He looked from me to Toni with desperation in his eyes, his hands still out infront of him as if offering some invisible gift.

"Please just let me talk. Toni can have her bag, she can have whatever she wants," Adam rambled.

I glanced at Toni but she was now looking away from Adam, arms still folded and her nose turned up. When she didn't respond, I sighed and shook my head.

"She doesn't want to hear it." I shrugged. "There's not much you can do right now. Just return the bag now, please."

Adam sighed and left the room to go retrieve her bag. Toni stood next to me tapping her foot while I purposely ignored Joel, certain that I would turn into a pathetic little mess if I saw his eyes again. David chuckled and took a sip of beer.

"What's your problem, girl?" He asked, amused at the attitude seething from Toni.

"No problem, David. Just want my shit back." Toni shot back at him without missing a beat.

"You little girls are so fuckin' demanding," he sneered. It was obvious he was a bit tipsy. "Little fuckin' brats. Think the world revolves around you and your demands."

We both looked at him with a mixture of disgust and surprise, baffled at his audacity. If Toni wasn't so exasperated she probably would have found his comment hilarious.

"Oh yes, David, the world revolves around me just because I want my fucking property returned, oh how selfish of me." Toni rolled her eyes. I giggled a little.

"And you," David addressed me, "walkin' around lookin' like a little slut covered in hickeys. That from Miller or some other little boy you're stringin' along?"

Almost immediately after the words left Dave's mouth, Joel lunged across the table and roughly grabbed him by the collar. The table rocked and bottles of beer collided and clinked onto the ground, one shattering. The men in the room began shouting all at once to diffuse the situation.

"Don't you fuckin' talk to her like that!" Joel growled in his face. Two other men scrambled to try coax Joel to let Dave go, and Adam came jogging back to the living room at the sound of the commotion.

"What the fuck is going on?" He yelled. He held Toni's handbag in one hand and a small square box with a bow on-top in the other.

Dave held his hands up in a surrender pose and Joel gave him a rough shove backwards against the wall.

No one spoke. Toni motioned for Adam to hand over the bag and he did after wedging the little box into the open zip. Toni didn't seem to notice the box when she took the bag. My heart was racing and I felt the anxiety bubbling inside my body. I glanced at Joel and he was looking at me with intensity, his breathing heavy. I suppressed the urge to jump into his arms and kiss him and run my fingers through his fluffy hair.

"David, you're a dickhead," Toni said with an impassive sigh. "A sad, miserable dickhead. And you," she pointed to Joel, who looked over to her in surprise. "Stop your fuckboy bullshit, before you ruin everything."

Toni took my hand and lead me outside to walk back to the car.

"What's a fuckboy?" We could hear one of the men inside ask the group timidly, sounding genuinely curious at the words meaning. We burst out laughing.

The elation I felt from the confrontation at Adam's house was short lived. During the drive back to Preston Toni chatted animatedly but I was too lost in my thoughts to converse much. Why would he ignore me, not even acknowledge me, but then defend my honour when some asshole was trying to insult me?

~~~~~~

When we pulled up to my place we said goodnight and hugged each other. Toni thanked me and kissed my cheek. She waited until I unlocked my door and walked into my apartment before driving away.

The place was quiet when I entered. I didn't expect Flynn to be home until much later, possibly not until the early hours of the morning. I took a shower and indulged in the comfort of the warm water hitting my skin, moaning at the way my body instantly relaxed under the flow, how my muscles seemed to throb in appreciation. I exfoliated and cleaned myself before leisurely shampooing and conditioning my hair. When I finished showering I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and went to my bedroom.

~~~~~~

I sat on my bed and dried my wet hair with the towel. What the hell was going on? I thought to myself angrily. I reacted the scene of tonight in my mind, savouring the mental images of Joel's muscles flexing in his biceps when he grabbed Dave, the look of fury on his face, the firm set of his jaw. I couldn't deny that the masculine assertion turned me on; the ferocity of Joel's need to defend me stirring a warmth inside my belly that swam down to my loins.

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs to let the towel fall off my body. The ache inbetween my legs was expanding and my mind began to replay scenes from our trysts, the feral moments of carnal ecstasy that had been seared into my memory. One hand trailed down to squeeze my breast while I moved the other to touch my clit and then dip my fingers inside me. Thinking of Joel made me become wet quickly and I moaned at the sensation of my juices covering my fingers. I began to fuck myself slowly and the tension of the day eased until it was completely replaced by pleasure. I moaned louder as I worked my fingers into a rhythm of perfect stimulation.

Joel stood on my door step with his arms folded and the same serious scowl from earlier on his face.

A sudden loud knock at my front door shattered my concentration. I froze, panting. Was Flynn home so soon? I scrambled up off the bed and quickly pulled an oversized shirt over me and slipped on a pair of short pyjama shorts.

"Uhm, coming," I called out from my bedroom, inwardly cringing at the private pun. I went to the front door and unlocked it, then opened it.

"Joel?" I mumbled, simultaneously surprised and bashful. I blinked and looked at him expectantly. "Uhm, yes?"

"Who is he?" Joel said quietly, his steely gaze set on me.

I frowned in confusion. "Who? What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Joel." I said gently and shook my head. "Who do you mean?"

"He here now?" Joel asked gruffly.

His eyes roamed down my body. My cheeks blushed at the animalistic way he assessed me and I hoped he didn't realise what I had just been doing. I felt myself clench and had to stifle the moan rising in my throat. His eyes flickered back up to mine. "Tell me straight, Alessandra."

Without answering he stepped up through the doorframe and slipped past me to enter. He looked into my bedroom and then strode down the hallway to check the spare bedroom, then the kitchen, his boots thundering on the ground at every step. I shut the door and followed him.

"Joel, what the fuck?"

"Joel," I said slowly, outrage at his audacity to interrogate me building up inside my whole being. "What fucking guy?"

I stood at the living room and watched him scan the house, his large hands now sat on his hips.

"Don't lie to me." He said sharply. "Whose the guy you've been with? Go on, tell me. I can take it." Joel huffed and kept his piercing brown orbs fixed on me, waiting for my answer. "Tried to just forget it all, forget you, but I can't. I have to know. This is drivin' me crazy."

"Some young buck whose been walkin' around here like he owns the place." Joel said bitterly. The inflection in his voice made it clear he really meant 'like he owns you'. "Seen him takin' out the trash just the other night. You with him now, Alessandra?"

The realisation of what was going on dawned on me. I couldn't help laugh at the absurdity of the situation, which just made Joel shoot me a look of annoyance.

"Oh, this funny to you, huh?" He growled. I shook my head and let out another giggle.

"Joel, you're confused," I began, my hands cupping my own face in an attempt to not laugh. "That was my friend, Flynn. My best friend."

Joel scoffed in disbelief and folded his arms again. I noticed the clinching of his biceps muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt and lost my train of thought as I pictured his arms around my naked body. Fuck, he was so strong.

"Wait," I snapped myself out of the lustful distraction. "Hold on." I glared at him. "How did you know he was here? Were you spying on me?"

Joel shifted his gaze away from me and cleared his throat. "Came to see you, saw him out front."

"You know, you could've just come inside and asked me about him." I shook my head. "Besides, who the fuck are you to come here now and interrogate me like this, especially when you straight up ignored me?"

I folded my arms and stared him down, waiting for his response. Joel dragged his eyes back to me but remained silent.

"You said you wanted more, we agreed to only be with each other. You remember, after you called me childish? But here you are now, ignoring me without communicating to me what you're feeling. Exactly the opposite of what we should be doing."

I couldn't contain my feelings and felt the anger intensify the more I spoke and the longer he was quiet.

Before anything more was said, the front door to the apartment creaked open and voices laughing and talking filled the air. Joel quickly moved towards the hallway as if to confront whoever it was. I followed close behind.

I almost immediately crashed into his broad back as he suddenly came to a halt. I peeked past him and saw Flynn at the doorway embracing another guy and passionately kissing. Joel turned to me, his eyes wide with shock, a slight pink blush rushing to his cheeks. I burst out in giggles and startled Flynn and his partner.

"Shit, sorry if we woke you up," he grinned at me. I could see they were tipsy. "I told Simon to be quiet when we came in."

Simon scoffed in playful disbelief. "Liar!"

Flynn laughed and gave him a small kiss on the lips. I had met Simon a few times before and knew he was Flynn's occasional friend with benefits.

"Oh my god, is this Joel?" Flynn squeaked, unable to disguise his excitement. Joel stood awkwardly infront of me and cleared his throat, his discomfort clear.  I smiled widely.

"Yep, it's him. Flynn and Simon, meet Joel. Joel, meet Flynn and Simon. Flynn is my best friend." I nudged Joel and he muttered a greeting to them.

"Nice to meet you," Flynn grinned, loving every moment of the situation as much as I was. "Sorry to be rude, but we haven't seen each other for a really long time. We have sooo much to catch up on." He tugged Simon's hand and went to the spare bedroom. "Goodnight!"

I laughed and reached for Joel's hand. "You wanna stay and talk?"

Joel sat on the side of my bed while I sat at the top in the middle, my back resting against the head board. Tuddy had climbed up and rubbed her head against Joel's belly. I couldn't help but smile at the gentle way his big hand pet her head.

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"Flynn has been my best friend since we were kids." I explained. "And he's gay. You haven't met him yet because he has been overseas."

"'M sorry," he mumbled without looking at me. Tuddy nudged his hand affectionately. "I wasn't thinkin' straight. I saw him and thought...you didn't want me anymore."

"Ofcourse I want you! Please don't ignore me like that again," I said softly. "Talk to me openly next time something happens."

"I will," he replied. There was a few moments of silence between us before I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn.

"It's gettin' late. You better get some sleep." Joel gently shifted Tuddy from his lap and stood up from the bed.

"No, I'm okay, really. Please stay for a while." I had missed him so much and now he was in front of me in person I felt desperate to touch him.  I patted the bed next to me and pouted, fluttering my eyelashes, knowing he wouldn't be able to say no. He paused, as if internally indecisive, then let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

"Babydoll, you know I can't resist that pretty little face." Joel sat down again, closer to me this time.

"Ooooh," I purred innocently. "So you admit that you can't say no to me?"

"Tell me, honey," Joel murmured. "What exactly were you doin' before I knocked on your door?"

Joel grinned mischievously and put his warm hand on my thigh. "It's true, especially when you're wearin' these little shorts, showin' off your cute ass."

His fingertips touched the hem of my shorts and fiddled with the fabric lightly. I parted my thighs slightly at the feeling of his large calloused fingers slowly moving onto my skin.

I could feel myself blushing instantly at his question and had to look away. He did know. My skin prickled with goosebumps and my throat felt dry with anticipation of what would happen next.

"You gettin' shy on me now?" Joel smirked.

He rested his hand on my inner thigh and I was sure he could sense the throbbing of my clit and the wetness of my pussy starting to spill onto my shorts. The combination of his touch, his low husky voice and the scent of his cologne was making my heart race and my body ache for him. "Look at me, baby."

I looked back up at him and the devilish hunger in his eyes was hypnotising. He brushed his fingertips closer to my crotch and I instinctively parted my thighs further and shifted my hips down towards him. His fingertips grazed my pussy and I heard a lot groan escape from his throat.

"Tell me, what were you doin'?"

"N-nothing," I lied breathlessly. "Just...getting ready for bed."

Joel shifted himself closer to me and his other hand slowly snaked up my opposite leg.

"Coulda sworn I heard some pretty little sounds comin' from your window," Joel murmured, his hungry gaze still locked onto my face and making me feel like weak prey dangerously close to being devoured by a much larger, stronger predator. "You tellin' me the truth, babydoll?"

Both his large hands now rested on my inner thighs, the thin material of my shorts barely covering my pussy. I let out a soft, shuddering sigh and spread my legs further apart. "Y-yes..." I whispered. Joel removed one of his hands to lift my shirt up to get a better look at my shorts.

"Fuck, look at that," he breathed, his voice low and thick with desire. He lightly pressed two thick fingers against my barely clothed clit. I moaned softly in response. "You weren't touchin' here, were you, pretty thing?"

Joel slowly began to rub circles on my clit and I let my head tilt back, shutting my eyes. He stroked me in small light circles while gripping the inside of my thigh with the other hand. His fingers squeezed into my flesh and I let out a whimper of pain.

Joel leaned in and kissed my mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips and lapping at mine. I was immediately enraptured by his scent, the faint taste of whiskey on his breath mixed with the musky, woody smell of his skin and cologne. He pressed down ontop of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly sunk down onto my back. His fingers continued massaging my clit as our kiss got deeper, my fingers tugging at the soft locks on the nape of his neck. The blissful glow of my orgasm began to build inside my body and I could feel my shorts material sticking to the wetness seeping from my pussy.

"Please," I pulled away from the kiss and whined. "I need it now." I looked up at Joel pleadingly.

"First, I want you to tell me the truth." Joel whispered on my lips.

His dark eyes were intense as he stared down at me and I thought I could detect a glimmer of icy calm in them that made me unsettled for a split second. "Were you touchin' yourself before I knocked on your door?"

I pressed my lips together and didn't respond. Joel gave my vulva a light smack that made me squeal in shock.

"Answer me," he said sternly.

"Yes," I confessed in a timid voice. "I was."

We held eye contact as he pressed a finger against the entrance of my cunt, the soaked material of my shorts acting as a barrier to the rough pad of his digit. My hips pressed downwards and I moaned and tugged again on the hair at the back of his head.

"Dirty little girl," Joel cooed. "You're so fuckin' wet."

He smirked and resumed stroking my clit. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed with frustration at his teasing and the slow build up of my climax. I whined again.

"Please," I groaned. I hooked one of my legs up over his hip and light dug my nails impatiently into the skin of his neck.

"Use your words," Joel commanded. "Tell me what you want, honey."

"You," I breathed out. "Want you to fuck me."

His grip on my inner thigh tightened in response and made me squeal again. He let go and ran his hand up under my shirt to grope my breast. At the same time he repositioned himself on the bed to sit on his knees inbetween my legs. He towered over me and I could see his hard-on pressing through his jeans. Still with his hand on my breast, he began to unbuckle his belt with the other hand; watching his big hand shift deftly remove it spurred my desire even deeper. He noticed me bite my bottom lip in anticipation and smirked.

"You like the look of my belt?" He asked as he  started to unbutton his jeans. My eyes flickered from his crotch to his eyes. I nodded. The brief glimmer of cold wickedness returned to his eyes. "Hold out your hands for me, sweetie."

[sunmarketing]

Dr. Mary Travelbest - San Francisco Airport 1

In this episode: 

FAQ: What questions should you ask someone you know who traveled somewhere you like?

Destination: San Francisco Airport "Wings and Wanderlust: Solo Female Traveler's Guide to SFO"

Today’s Mistake- I left my phone on the airline counter at the SFO airport.

Travel Advice:  Relax in the Airport Yoga Room, if in SFO anyway….

FAQ: What questions should you ask someone you know who traveled somewhere you like?

   Answers 1 or 2

  1. Ask the right questions if you want to get good responses to your questions about others' travels. Instead of “How was it?” ask something new and unique.

“Would you like to revisit those places or any other part of the country?" would be an excellent question.

OR

2. If you could only re-live five minutes of the trip, which 5 minutes would it be?

https://thewanderbug.com/how-was-it-10-better-questions-to-ask-a-traveller/

Today’s destination: San Francisco Airport

I began my around-the-world journey at the San Francisco airport, SFO, which was the first stop on my journey. I’ve been a fan of this airport for many years, as it has been the gateway to Asian countries I have visited for many years. 

You can fly to 130 destinations on 50 airlines from SFO.

It’s always been welcoming from the minute that I landed. There’s just something special about it. Maybe it’s the excitement of being in San Francisco, one of the most visited cities in the world. There’s so much to see and do here. It’s also effortless to get to and from the airport via BART. I’ve flown there many times for domestic flights, too. Often, my flights take off at night, so I’ve been able to enjoy an extra day in and around the area of Northern California and then can sleep on the plane. Traveling west is more manageable due to jetlag than going east.

When in the airport, I always look to explore the Art Exhibits: SFO has a renowned art collection scattered throughout its terminals. Take a stroll to admire various sculptures, paintings, and installations. You may find one on history, even if it’s just of the SFO airport itself. Check the show notes for links to the current and upcoming exhibits.

https://www.sfomuseum.org/exhibitions

https://www.sfomuseum.org/exhibitions/upcoming

I like to visit the SFO Aviation Museum and Library at the International Terminal, which features fascinating aviation history and cultural exhibits, such as early pilots and planes. If you are a solo female, you can browse here without feeling alone and explore flight history.

Enjoy a Meal or Snack: SFO has the spectrum, from casual cafes to fine dining establishments. Since you should arrive at least 3 hours before an international flight and 2 hours before a domestic flight, you will be likely to find time to eat something while here.

If you need to take a nap, there’s a place to do that, or shower, or just freshen up, for a fee.

https://www.airporttravelagency.org/freshen-up/

Shop for Souvenirs: Browse the shops and boutiques at SFO to pick up some last-minute souvenirs or gifts for loved ones. I especially like walking in airport bookstores and the magazine sections of convenience stores.

Take in the Views of the airport: Find a comfortable spot near a big glass window to enjoy panoramic views of the airport runways and the surrounding landscape. I also enjoy people-watching. It’s a place to see all kinds of reunions, babies, and seniors who need or give a smile.

Get Pampered at the SFO Spa: Treat yourself to a spa or massage at one of the airport's wellness centers. Relax and rejuvenate before continuing your journey.

https://www.flysfo.com/passengers/travel-tips

Read or Relax in a Lounge: If you can access airport lounges through your airline or a membership program, enjoy comfortable seating, complimentary snacks, and Wi-Fi access. It's an excellent way to unwind in a quiet environment.

Stay Connected: SFO provides free Wi-Fi throughout the airport, allowing travelers to stay connected with family and friends or catch up on emails, social media, movies, or TV shows.

Stay Active: Take a walk around the terminal to stretch your legs and get some exercise. SFO's terminals are spacious, with plenty of walking paths and seating areas to explore.

https://www.flysfo.com/faqs

Today’s Mistake- I left my phone on the counter in SFO.

I was on my way around the world and left my phone on the airline counter after my first flight. Was that ever a scary moment!  Don’t do what I did. Hold your phone all the time, or tie a string to it!

Today’s Travel Advice-Yoga for travelers in SFO

Solo travelers can Relax in the Yoga Rooms: SFO offers designated yoga rooms in multiple terminals where travelers can unwind, stretch, and find inner peace before or after their flights. It's a perfect spot for relaxation and meditation. Sunday to Saturday, it’s open from 4 am to 11 pm and free of charge in terminals 2 and 3. 

https://www.flysfo.com/passengers/shop-dine-relax/yoga-room

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Return to Normal? At Least Returned.

Chapter 1, Manila

Night 2, 4:30am. I wasn’t sure if I would write a blog this trip, but jetlag has reared its ugly head and wide awake with nothing better to do, here I go again.

Besides more or less syncing up with our stated plans to spend winters here, we’re in the Philippines a little earlier for a special reason – for me to experience Filipino Christmas and New Year’s celebrations. Christmas is celebrated here probably like no other place on earth, with the season officially starting in September. Decorations go up, holiday parties start, shopping season begins, gifts are exchanged. I’m not exaggerating, it starts in September. I’ve seen glimpses of it before, being here in September 2017 and November 2018 as we were building our house, but never here for the main event. Likewise, New Year’s is also quite the celebration, an excess of alcohol and fireworks, and not the safe and sane type. Christmas is still a couple days off, so I’ll report again after the festivities.

I’ll start this blog by going back a few weeks. Georgia actually came over just after Thanksgiving to meet with our Bay Area friends Mina, Juni, Teng, and a few of their family members who’ve been on an extended vacation. With the kind help of our Manila friends Noel and Michelle, they all enjoyed a trip to Balesin Island (a unique private island resort – our trips there have been reported in previous blogs).

At the same time our Graeagle friends Todd and Kathleen traveled to Costa Rica for their own fun and warm adventure. They are Lizzie’s humans; Lizzie is Max’s sister and BFF. I stayed at home with both of the pups whose purpose was to keep me busy. Below, Max photobombs Lizzie’s serious portrait.

In the first 10 days of my dog-sitting we had 3 separate snowstorms with snow piling up over 2 feet. Nothing but good times for the dogs though, they’ll chase each other or a ball all day long in the snow, the deeper the better. They never seem to get either tired or cold, it’s me who does and I’m the spoil sport who always calls them back in to warm up.

Lizzie went back to her humans when they returned last week, leaving Max and I as bachelors for a few days. About that time it turned cold; when I got up the morning before heading here it was 5°F (-15°C). Max didn’t care but it definitely got me thinking about the nice warm weather in the Philippines!

My trip here was uneventful but longer than usual – a 6:00 am flight from Reno to SFO, then SFO to Seoul, and finally Seoul to Manila. Everything was on time until the last flight which was delayed a few hours, giving me a travel time (Reno airport shuttle to Dolly’s house in Manila) of about 29 hours. I slept really well the first night here but old jetlag is always lurking and eventually catches up with you.

Before you worry about Max, he’s staying with Lizzie, Todd, and Kathleen until early January, when Georgia’s sister Dignah will come stay at our house and entertain Max until we return in May.

Meanwhile, Georgia’s adventures continued. Besides the fun type in Balesin, she also ran into some bad adventure. Or to be more accurate, some bad adventure ran into her. After returning from Balesin she was driving back to her mom’s house and while stopped waiting for traffic to clear so she could make a right turn, a delivery truck on her left decided to squeeze in front of her. It was a bit too tight of a squeeze and despite Georgia’s energetic honking the side of the truck struck and removed much of the front end of our car. Georgia was rattled of course, but thankfully unhurt. To make it all worse, she then waited hours for the police inspector to arrive, and after that had to go to the police station to file a report. To top it off, it was raining. What a way to ruin your day!

We’re very lucky that Georgia’s sister Divine (Vinee) and her husband Alvin who live in Hong Kong have a few cars stationed over here. They’ve generously lent us a Toyota Previa van for as long as we need it. Since I still hadn’t arrived, poor Georgia had to deal with it all – police, insurance, towing, finding a body shop, etc. The car’s now sitting in a repair shop not too far from Dolly’s house. We’ll see how this turns out.

To wrap this up on a positive note, Georgia reports all is well at our house in Kawayan Cove. No disasters such as those which greeted us on our last trip; she’s very pleased with the way our new caretakers have maintained both house and garden. I’m looking forward to getting there – our plan is to stay here through Christmas day and then go to KC for the week, returning to Manila for New Years.

Finally, I want to wish every one of you a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous New Year!

[sylvinuk-turkey]

Due to Gokay not sleeping well and others with jet-lag, today (Monday) was a really slow morning. I got up around 7:30, Adam was already up. He got Turkish coffee around 8:30, and I worked until about 9a. Gokay and Carley woke up around 9:30. Gokay and Adam went back out for Börek and we had that for breakfast until about 10:45, at which point we decided we needed to get going. By the time we were all dressed and ready we left around 11:30 in a taxi to old Istanbul. With traffic and putting in the wrong Uber address 😅🙃 we got to Gülhane park around 12:30p.

We strolled from the outside edge of the park in towards the entrance to Topkapı palace. We didn’t like the look of the line, so again Gokay saved us with his Turkish and we found a short line and got our museumpass which will get us into all the museums in Istanbul throughout the week. He got a Turkish citizen version, which was less money but doesn’t get him into as many places.

The palace itself was enormous! It’s hard to describe and I took wayyy too many pictures, so here are a few. Thinking about what life was like there was interesting, but difficult, since it doesn’t at all match our existing mental models. For example, it was hard to get a sense of what these rooms would have looked like with furniture, since they were mostly empty. Or anything to do with the Harem, the place where all the women stayed, and where no one else was allowed, unless you were a special protective eunuch or the sultan/emperor.

After that we walked down the hill towards the mosques (there are many!). Sadly, the three we saw today were mostly being renovated so we didn’t get the full experience. First, we did Hagia Irene (Aya irini) - a former Orthadox church that was NOT turned into a Mosque due to using it for weapon storage, and today was 90% was covered up with restoration scafolding. Next we went to Hagia Sophia - a old Byzantine cathedral that was changed into a Mosque (1453AD), which was then changed to a museum (1934), and has now been changed back to a Mosque (2020). Sadly due to restorations, they have closed the second floor with the beautiful paintings on the walls and ceilings. We took a break and did a quick trip into the awesome cisterns under the mosques while the call to prayer happened. Then we made our way through the square/park between the mosques to the Blue mosque (Sultan Ahmet Camii) to finish our day. This one was the most covered of all of the mosques, we saw a little bit of the dome and two stained glass windows. However, we did get an interesting historical lesson from a tour guide (for free!) because Gokay spoke with him in Turkish. We learned why Mecca is important - God put Adam and Eve in different places on earth when he kicked them out of the garden, so they spent their time crying, praying and walking and found each other in Mecca. And we learned a little more about prayer times.

We ended our day with dinner at a historic and famous kofte place (Sultan Ahmet Koftecisi), which was definitely a much needed rest after pretty much 5 hours on our feet, but which we all agreed hadn’t been the best meal we’ve had in the 2 days here, not that it was in any way bad! Although, we tried the deserts there, they were a little lacking, so we ended up at the dessert place a couple doors down which had some amazing Baklava and Turkish delight in the window to try “Sticky ice cream.” We tried both types, beaten and cut. And had a few pieces of pistachio baklava and Turkish tea with it.

We headed home using public transit, but then switched to a Taxi for the rest of the way. Getting home every night we are sweaty messes (plus some jetlag) so the last couple of hours are showering, making phone calls to the US and getting ready for bed. As a PS, throughout this day a TON of bug bites started showing up all along my arms (this is who I am… they just love me). I was going back and forth between whether they were mosquito or bed bug bites because mine are just lines up both my arms (which was like a pattern). In the end it was 2 hungry mosquitos who we killed when we got home.

#mosque #istanbul #tourist #food #basilica cistern #underground #palace

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[dystopia-fantasy]

By The Fireplace

Kristen or Kris to his freinds was your average college jock, working out daily, getting his classes done as quick as possible, and obviously wanting some sweat man ass to own and use anytime he wants. For the first half of the academic year he fucked a few guys, all ok with it been one time things, not wanting to be outed to their classmates in fear of ridicule or rejection. But just after Christmas as they all started to return to their normal everyday classes, Kris saw a guy he hadn't before, goimg over to him he asked, " hey bro, you new?" In his deep southerner tone of voice.

" yeah I've just moved here, and this is the closest college I could find, my name's Oliver." Holding out his hand to shake it, and his voice having a slight accent Kris could not recognize,

"Nice to meet ya Oliver, where you from?"

"England, Sheffield" Oliver said knowing what was about to happen.

"Is that near London?" Kris asked genuinely. Oliver laughed in his confusion and then responded.

"not even close, it's up north." Kris looks confused at why he laughed, then sat near him as the lesson began. Through out the lesson then men chatted, about this and that, sports, food, moving, the UK, and then they got onto the questions of sexuality, where Kris said he was bi, and Oliver admitted to been gay and asking Kris to keep it secret, he did as he always does, and told Oliver not to be as open to others, since it was not as accepting where they are. Before the end of class, they exchanged numbers and went home, having short conversations before the next day arrived.

*BUZZ BUZZ* Kris' phone buzzed, awaking him, swiping the screen to stop the loud noise. Sitting up he grabbed his phone to check the time seeing that he was going to be late for college. He rushed as quick as he could, and dashed to college, texting Oliver to let him know.

Arriving at class he was told to sit down and get his work done, by a very upset teacher. Sitting next to his new friend, the smiled at one another and got on with their day.

Come to their lunch time both guys sit at a table with another one of Kris' gym freinds, currently studying construction, shaking off the sawdust from his jumper, causing Oliver to cough. "Sorry bud, I'm Alex, Kris' workout bud..." the buff man said with a cheesy smile.

"...I'm sure he's told you about me, he was talking about you alot to me last night".

"actually he hasn't told me anything about you, what has he said about me?" Oliver's face now with a suspicious look.

"just about you been from the UK, loving sports and off course your crippling addiction to cock" the two men laughed, Oliver in shock.

"I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone"

"bro it's ok, we're all gay, Alex is cool" Oliver relaxed in that knowledge, while Alex stroked his hand down both men's thighs

"now boys..." Alex shouted, alerting the full lunch hall, causing an awkward silence, "... Who's coming to the party tonight?" Him now doing an awkward dance on his chair, about to break under his weight.

"we can go" Kris said, now chomping down on his footling sandwich.

"we?" Oliver now returning to been confused "why do I need to go, it's my 3rd day in the US why do I need to go to a party?".

"come on bro it'll be fun" Kris attempted to say through a mouthful of food.

"ugh fine, but I'd need to be home by 10 I know my parents won't be happy if I do."

The day passed and Oliver now getting ready to leave got stopped by his mother on the way out of the house, "now where are you going?" She said in a stern tone,

"Mom I'm 20, and I'm going to a friend's house, it's only around the corner, and I'll be home before 10, I'm still jetlagged from the trip."

"hmmm ok, no layer then 10 though, see you sweety" and after a kiss from his mom and a hug he was off. With Kris now pulling his car up outside the house, Oliver jumped in a d they headed off.

About an hour later, they Arive at a old shack of a building, in some countryside house. "This it?..." Oliver ask,"... It doesn't even look like anyone is home"

"trust me they are" getting out the car Oliver steps out hearing the chirping of crickets in the long grass, seeing the moon in full. "Bro, you coming?"

" yeah" Oliver catching up with him, and they nock on the old door,

"Oliver, Kris, yes you both made it, everyone is down In the cellar, come in." Alex opened the door, obviously a little tipsy holding a beer can.

Walking in they see it wish the family home of Alex, "so your parents are away again?" Questioned Kris.

"yeah it's great, house to myself and all"

"they're definitely not gonna return again like last time, you know when all those kids from the party just disappeared?"

"no I'm sure this time they won't be, they booked a 2 week holiday, and you know my dad didn't do anything, it was just a coincidence, they probably got lost in the woods or something"

"what do you mean disappeared?" Oliver interrupted and questioned.

Kris responded "we had a party here about a year ago, and about 10 guys went missing, all gay guys coincidentally, the same day Alex's dad got a new car, and truck, and what else Alex?"

"guys come on, it's a party, let's go get hammered and we can talk about that shit another time."

Making their way down stairs Oliver realised what type of party it was, a gay party. Seeing guys In Leather gear, drinking, fucking and been open, the LED lights shining down on them, "welcome home" Kris whispered to Oliver, who's now in awe at what he sees. "Go on, most of these guys are gay, the rest are bi, all open for sex or a chat, if you wanna make freinds here this is how we can do it." Alex stated, "Boy's!..." Alex shouted, in need of attention again, " this is Oliver he's new, let's give him a warm welcome" with that the men cheered, and one man brought a beer over, with a label he hadn't seen before, it was purple and had the name 'sajal' as the logo, the man in a leather thong and harness wearing a pink pup hood, smiling with his eyes.

"thanks pup" Oliver responded giving the pup a head pat.

The party continued and after a while spread to the men doing it outside, listening to music, drinking, not knowing time has passed, it now been 1am. Oliver and Kris danced to the music before giving one another a hug and started to make out, other men doing the same to one another, after a few minutes all the men from the part was outside kissing cuddleing and fucking on the land of Alex's parents. An hour later and the men had done the deed and every man had finally achieved a mind-blowing orgasm.

Laying on the grass, the men start to pass out and sleep naked on the field, while Oliver stays awake, looking at the sky. A noise, kind of like a tire been dragged along the mud, started to occur behind him, turning he sees a horrific amalgamation of human and machine, as 3 men, previously involved in a 3 way are now combined into one mass, covered in metal parts an machinery. Oliver stands stepping slowly backwards, and the 3 men fall backwards, their skin turning a bright red colour and hardening, one man awakes his eyes now on the hood of the car, staring into Olivers eyes, begging for help without words, the eyes then close and form a smooth hood, as the back of the car forms, untill all that remains of the men is a red ordinary looking car, with 3 trapped souls inside.

The field falls silent, untill he hears another noise now coming from Alex, he looked as off he was shrinking, his legs and arms shortening and folding in upon themselves, until he became a head on a body. "Kris? Kris!" Oliver tries to wake Kris up, and he opens his eyes, "Kris? What is happening, they just turned into a car..." He said pointing at the brand new car, "and Alex's arms and legs have just disappeared." Alex stands looking around through his blurry eyes.

"What the fuck bro, I thought you was joking Alex really doesn't have arms or legs anymore. He walks over to him. "Alex?" Alex opens his eyes, bro what? I'm tryna sleep".

"your arms and legs bro. They're gone?"

" yeah whatever bro..." Alex attempts to slap Kris laughing as he does, but he can't, his body doesn't move, " ...bro you meant it they're gone. Help me, please, what's going on" with that he continued to turn his facial features began to disappear and head started to form on with his body making one large torso, slowly shrinking in size. Then his skin turned a bright yellow as holes started to form upon his skin, untill it was no longer Alex, a simple cleaning sponge was before them.

"Kris, we gotta get out of here" Kris nodded and the to men started to run towards the car but in their drunken haze started to stumble on the wet grounds falling down. Bother men now side by side they began to change, their naked body's forming together, their skin stretching towards one another, and attaching themself semi-perminantly, they screamed trying to fight the hellish power compelling their body's to change, but it didn't. Their skin started to harden, and their body's lost their features, untill all that stood where the men where was simple log, the two men where still fully conscious in their new form screaming for hell but no noise would come from the log, they felt comfort in the knowledge they where together, their minds melding into one, sharing memories, their vision perminantly looking towards the night sky and the moon.

Several hours passed, then days, weeks. Untill the noise of a car started to be heard by the men, hoping for some kind of saviour, instead they heard a voice, "So you brought your little fag freinds over again did you Alex?..." The voice of an older man presumably Alex's farther, "you was told if you did they would be perminant consequences and now look at you, you as well as your little gay boy freinds are all my new toys, and I got a new car too, you're old freinds sure did well, but I can turn my old car into scrap now." The man examined his new car seeing the bottle on the ground near the tire, "I see you didn't translate what each one of my ' special beers ' where called, they where all labelled thing I currently need, a car, boxers, boots, toilet paper, wooden logs and tones more, but I'll have to find all your freinds. Aww look at that, I didn't think, these two guys are useless now, toilet paper they have absorbed all the mud and water, they're usless, too bad." He walked away from them, storming them into the dirt as he did, " this would be great for the fireplace" Oliver and Kris felt themselves been lifted into the air, feeling the tight grip of hard working man hands holding them. As they get taken to the chopping block. "Augh" the man grunted as he split the men into pieces, their consciousness splintering between several pieces and into tiny shards of dust flowing away in the wind, "I bet you guys are screaming in agony right now, it's what you queers get for doing your dirty stuff on my property" the men scream, wondering how to feel in their new form and how they can control and find themself in the amount of pieces they are in.

Been carried they see themself back in the house been taken into the living room, been dropped on the hard concrete floor pilled ontop of themselves by the side of the fireplace. "I'm so glad I have some wood, it's cold in here, better start a fire now so it's warm later." A piece of the men gets lifted and dropped into the fire place, the feel of ash on their new skin, and the charcoal remains of the men before them, knowing they will face the same fate, no hope for rescue or to be fixed, now they will be used as fire wood untill they are up, then sit as charcoal in the man's fireplace for all of time.

#submission #gay #body odor #body mods #tf #bodyswap #perminant swap #transformation

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This Summer ~ KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

PAIRING: Seokjin x GN!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, age gap, happy ending, first kiss, first date, cute

This summer was just supposed to be like all of the others that you'd had in Seoul, every summer since you were 18 you'd been coming to South Korea to visit your old Nanny - Areum. She'd moved back to Seoul once she no longer had to care for you but you'd grown attached to her, she'd helped raise you so it was normal to grow an attachment to someone you loved. 

"How was your flight?" She questioned, wrapping her arms around your body as though you were her grandchild and giving you a tight squeeze. 

"Long, I missed you," You told her as she began to try and carry your bags, not that you would ever allow her. She was getting far too old to care for you it should have been the other way around now which was why you were attempting to move to Korea to become her full-time carer. She didn't have much family and you wanted to make sure she wasn't going to strain herself too much. Being 21 now meant that you could legally make large decisions like this one for yourself and moving to Korea had been one of your biggest dreams in life.

"I missed you too, how long are you staying this time?" You hadn't told her about your plan to move to Korea just in case that never happened, it was all about getting the paper worked approved by people and so far everything was going well. Normally when you would come for the summer it would be two or three weeks at the most, this time you hadn't booked a returning flight just in case.

"I'm not sure," You lied as you began walking through the airport together, telling her about your flight and layover that had happened, giving her gossip on the people on your flight. She was always an avid one for gossip ever since you were in High school. She would always sit with you in the kitchen while you did your homework or had something to eat, listening to you talk about what was happening in the school halls.

"I hope you don't mind but a friend of mine is driving us back, I think I mentioned him in our emails," You thought back on all of the emails you'd been exchanging recently and nodded your head. Jin. She said he'd been visiting her cafe a lot and that they'd grown a bond just like yours and hers over a short amount of time. It was nice to hear that it wasn't just you that seemed to get along well with Areum, she was one of the kindest people in the world and everyone seemed to love her. 

"That's fine, I remember him, Jin right?" You remembered she mentioned that he sang a lot but not much else. Only that when he came into the store business began picking up and she put it down to how handsome he was, everyone seemed to want to get a close look at him, some of them even taking photos with him which seemed odd to her. 

"Yes! He said he would give me a ride since I lost my licence and I told him how I didn't want you catching a ride home alone with some strange taxi driver," You frowned at the mention of her losing her licence she hadn't told you that in any emails and it only made you worry that something bad had happened she had neglected to tell you about.

"What happened?" She rolled her eyes at the question as if she was sick of answering it, 

"My eyes, they're not deemed for the road," She mumbled as though she didn't believe it but you did, you knew how terrible her eyesight had been all of these years but she'd had glasses for a long time.  

"They're as good as they've ever been-" She stopped when you pulled her back to prevent her from getting hit by one of the small transit vans that roamed the airport. 

"Maybe not," She grumbled, thanking you for saving her while you laughed softly. You were glad you'd come when things seemed to be going okay for her and that you could look after her properly. 

"I locked up the cafe for the afternoon, I thought we could order some food and then you can get some rest. I know jetlag can get to you a little," It sounded as though it would be the perfect evening after the 14-hour flight you'd had and you nodded in agreement with her, eager to see the Cafe you were used to working in every summer with her. It was one of the cutest cafe's you'd had the pleasure of working in. A small two-floor cafe with an open roof. The top floor was half balcony, perfect in the summer when you wanted to sit and have a nice drink while watching the people of Seoul. 

"Sounds like the best idea," You smiled, humming at the food ideas she was throwing at you, telling you everything she had planned for your visit. Honestly, you were just excited to eat anything that wasn't your home food. You loved Korean food and she knew that which was why whenever you came she tried to cook as much as she could for you. Creating her own mochi, Kimchi and making sure the fridges were always stocked with food for you to eat whenever you wanted to. 

"I'll cook us something tomorrow. Jin will be joining us tomorrow night," You nodded and followed her out and over to a black SUV that was waiting for you in a parking spot, the door opened and a guy jumped out from the seat.

"Hey, you must be Y/n." You looked up at the guy that had jumped out of the car and noticed that he was wearing sunglasses and a mask so you couldn't tell if he was as handsome as Areum had mentioned but you nodded your head at him.

"Jin?" You questioned, sticking out your hand for him to shake. He shook your hand and helped you load your bags into the back of the car while Areum smiled to herself from inside of the car, looking at you in the mirror as the both of you interacted with one another.

"She was your nanny, right? She's told me so many stories." You felt your body heat up at the thought of her telling him horror stories from when you were growing up. She had so many to choose from, not all of them as horrible you maybe thought they were but Areum loved to embarrass you. 

"Nothing bad, don't worry. All good things," He chuckled as he shut the boot of his car, pulling down the sunglasses to the tip of his nose to wink at your playfully. Your heart stopped beating for a second as you realised who he was and why he was in a brand new car, hiding his identity.  

"I have seen some baby photos too, she loves you." You remembered all of the photographs she had of you and you whined at the thought of it, 

"I loved the video of you dancing around the kitchen when you were eight, so cute." You ignored him as he continued to playfully tease you until you got into the car trying to calm down as you realised the Jin that Areum had been telling you about in her emails was Kim Seokjin from BTS. One of the bands you'd loved listening to when you were growing up, not to mention how you'd learnt a lot of your Korean from both the boys and Areum. Had she no idea he was Jin from BTS?  

After Jimin helped you and Areum into the apartment next to the cafe he left to go home, saying he had something to do but that he would be back to see you both tomorrow. 

"I told you he was handsome," She chuckled at you as she came up behind you to see you were looking at images of him on your phone, you didn't know if you were supposed to tell her or if you were supposed to tell him that you knew. 

"Very," You laughed softly, locking your phone and joining her in the living room for the food she'd ordered for the two of you. There was enough there to feed you both five times over so you knew you would be taking some to the cafe for lunch the next day.

A couple of weeks after working in the cafe you and Jin had grown a close friendship with one another, you'd told him you knew who he was but that you would keep it secret from Areum who seemed to be clueless on the fact and he thanked you for it. Telling you that he enjoyed going to the cafe as it was only small and very few people knew who he was and if they did, it never got out that he was there. 

"You put too much rice on, watch," Jin chuckled as he came up behind you, the two of you were making Kimbap in the kitchen together. Trying to put together a nice picnic lunch for later that day with Areum. Jin wrapped his arms around you from behind and made sure you were watching him as he created the perfect wrap, taking your hands in his as he rolled the seaweed and got you to cut it with him. 

"See, now it's not falling apart." You nodded anxiously at him as you looked up at him, both of you staring at one another in silence. Over the course of getting to know one another, you'd grown close with him, closer than you could ever imagine being with someone like him. Someone famous that was. 

"You're an excellent teacher," You whispered as he continued to stare down at you, the room falling into a comfortable silence. Jin looked at you as he thought about leaning down and kissing you, his heart pounding as he looked at your lips and then to your eyes. Over the time of getting to know you, he'd gotten attached to you, realising there was something more between you than just your casual friendship between two people but there was one problem. Besides him being who he was, you were seven years younger than him and sure Age was just a number but it was different to him. All he could think about was that when he was 17, you would have been 10 and so on and so forth. All of the different ages seemed to wrong even if it was just a short period of time apart. You were both legally adults now he shouldn't have anything to fear.

"I-I should go, I'm meeting the boys at the studio," He moved away from you, scratching the base of his neck awkwardly as he tried not to overthink the almost kiss.

"Yeah, sure." You watched him leaving as you bit down on your lip, you felt so strongly to him but you were trying to ignore the feelings you got whenever you were around him. There was too much of an age difference between the two of you, not to mention that he was Kim Seokjin, Mr Wolrdwide handsome. You felt as though you didn't stand a chance as you fell for him but it didn't stop your heart from racing whenever he was around you, your heart from thumping whenever he texts you or spoke to you. It was like he had some kind of unspoken advantage over you as if he could control your body without even realizing it, 

"I know that look," Areum said as she came into the back, putting trays into the dishwasher as she watched you closely smirking as she realised her plan was going well. She had known you long enough to know who was right for you and after getting to know Jin on a deeper level he was perfect for you. 

"What look?" You laughed it off, trying to act as though you didn't know what she was talking about but she cupped your face in her hands, 

"You're forgetting I helped raise you...I know what that look is and that look is you hooked on a boy," She ran her thumb along your cheek bone, smiling to herself as your cheeks began to physically heat up against her skin. 

"N-No! That's- Why would I- I don't even know him," You tried to get out but you stumbled over your words further proving to her that you had in fact, had a crush on Jin but it was stupid. There was nothing that could be done about it since he was famous and you were nobody in comparison. 

"It's not as if he would like me back," You mumbled only to get hit around the back of the head by a tray that Areum had picked up, 

"Don't feel sorry for yourself! Why wouldn't he like you back?!" Areum began to rant about all of the things she seemed to like about you, telling you all of your amazing qualities but telling you some of your bad ones so you didn't become too humble over them.

"But you've seen him, you've been around him, there is no way he would like me back." You sighed to yourself at the mere thought of Jin feeling the same way you felt for him. There wasn't a chance. 

As time passed you got approved for your stay in Korea, explaining that Areum that you would like to live with her until you can find a suitable apartment not that she would let you. Telling you that you would live with her if she was the main reason for you moving to Korea. 

"Areum?" You called out as you headed into the cafe late one night, she'd sent you a cryptic message asking you for your help in the cafe when it was way past closing time and pitch black inside the cafe. 

"If this is a joke I might move back home," You laughed as you walked further into the cafe looking around with your phone flashlight. 

"What are you doing?!" A voice asked out of no where making you scream out in surprise and jump as you spotted Jin staring at you from behind the counter. 

"Looking for Areum! What are you doing here?!" You yelled, holding your hand on your chest trying to calm your heart rate down but it wasn't working. 

"Looking for Areum, she sent me-"

"A text, telling you she needed help?" You asked as you showed him the same exact text message that he had from her only to hear the door to the cafe shut and lock before looking to see Areum staring at you through the glass pannel. 

"She's crafty," Jin laughed before Areum walked away without saying or doing anything as to let you know when you were going to be allowed out. You knew what she was doing, she'd told you she had a plan to get you and Jin alone together for a while but then nothing happened. You assumed she'd forgotten all about it and moved on with things but looking back on it now you were wrong. 

"Here, look-" Jin pulled you towards the back of the cafe to look into the kitchen, there was a picnic blanket laid out on the floor with some candles and fairy lights sitting around it. The old lady had conned you into going on a date with Jin, you looked up at him anxiously wondering if he had any idea what was going out but if he did he was doing well to hide it.

"Come on, she obviously wanted us to enjoy the food together," He nudged, taking your hand and walking through the door. The feeling of his hand on yours made your heart skip as you realised he was holding you so close to him and Jin smiled to himself enjoying the feeling of holding you. He'd been overthinking everything so much about you lately, telling Areum how much he cared for you but that he was worried for anything to happen between you. He didn't want something to happen between the two of you only for it to go sour and end his friendship with Areum but she told him how much of an idiot he was being and gave him a speech about how perfect you would be for one another. He never would have thought she'd do something like this in order for the two of you to come together one night. 

"She made our favourites," He chuckled setting you down on the blanket next to him as he looked into the basket, spotting each of your favourite foods, including Kimbap which you remembered making with him.

"Tell me about what she was like when she used to care for you, she tells me stories all of the time but I want to hear them from you," He said as he poured you both a glass of wine then a shot of Soju, looking at you as you thought back on all of the wonderful memories you had with Areum. 

"She took me to the fair once but I didn't tell her how scared of heights I was until we were at the top of a Ferris wheel and she gave me this large speech...By the end of it I realised she was just talking nonsense so I wouldn't look down at how high we were," You smiled at the memory, 

"Then there was this time I liked someone and I didn't think they would like me back...I told her about it and she went on this large rant - after hitting me with a tray - about how great I was and how I shouldn't let something hold the feelings back no matter what it was," That was when it hit Jin. That you liked him the same way that he liked you and that you had both gone to Areum for advice on the matter. 

"I did the same thing. There's this person that I like, they're one of the sweetest people in the world but there's an issue...It seems insignificant now," Your heart fell at the mention of him liking someone else but you nodded along with him, trying to stay happy for him as much as you could since you didn't own him and he had no idea how you felt for him. 

"There's an age gap before it was weighing me down, stopping me from asking them out on a date but Areum did the unthinkable...Created a set up for us both to come on a date without realising it was a date," Your heart began to pump faster as you realised he was talking about the both of you, looking at him and smiling brightly.

"I didn't want to ask you out, I was afraid the age thing might freak you out and then I didn't know if you were heading home soon...As soon as you said you were moving to Korea it was another sign I should have asked you out," His ears were turning red as was his face as he admitted all of this to you, 

"I'll ask you out on a real date...Somewhere we can be alone and not recorded on the CCTV by your boss," He chuckled as he moved closer to you, 

"I'd like that," You whispered back to him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the lips before drinking from your glass.

Areum smiled to herself as she looked at you both through the screen, knowing that her match making skills were still being put to good use even in her old age.

A/N: I’m not great at the whole slow burn thing but I am working on it I promise guys!Tagline: @taestannie​ @lyoongx​ @mitzwinchester​ @rjsmochii​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @innersooya​ @sw33tnight​ @sweeneyblue1​ @jin-from-the-block​ @acciocriativity​ @that-anxious-bisexual​ @mwitsmejk​

#bts #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts imagine #bts imagines #seokjin #seokjin x reader #seokjin imagine #seokjin imagines #kim seokjin #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin imagine #kim seokjin imagines #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #jhope #jung hoseok #hoseok #namjoon #kim namjoon #park jimin #jimin #kim taehyung #taehyung #jeon jungkook #jungkook

[lastbluetardis]

Sacred New Beginnings (1/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong.

Ten x Rose AU, @doctorroseprompts

This Chapter: Teen, ~5500 words

Note: Er... surprise? This idea has been in my head for months but my brain took it and ran with it this weekend. I plotted the whole thing and am gonna try to update every weekend. I don’t anticipate this being more than like... 7-10 chapter? I’d love to keep it under 5 chapters but that might be trimming things down too much for my liking. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this little story!

AO3

Flashing lights and shrieks of his name greet James the moment the back door to his armored car is opened. His head of security ducks out first and James can only see a mass of feet and legs but it’s more than enough to let him know it’s a heavier than usual crowd. Not surprising, considering the news of his latest break-up just dropped while he’d been flying back from a visit to America.

He slides out of the car, helped by hands that pull him as much as guide him through the throng. He ignores the shouts of his name—telling him to look left or right or up or down or every combination therein—and the barrage of questions and jokes that aren’t funny.

Was it you or him that ended it?

Three weeks, is that a new personal record?

Another notch in the bedpost, eh James?

Got another beau lined up yet?

If you’re looking for candidates, what do we have to do to get our names in the running?

“Ignore them,” he mutters to himself, too quietly for anyone except his security team to hear.

In answer, one of them gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze as they reach his front door. Someone has already unlocked it for him and the darkness within is a blessing he’s all too willing to be shoved into. The cacophony muffles once the door shuts, and finally he’s alone, a rarity for him. If it’s not his security, it’s personal assistants and writers and producers and photographers and the paparazzi.

Or his lover of the month, as the papers have taken to calling his partners.

But nope, his home is empty and quiet and bloody freezing. A shiver ripples up his spine as he treads to the thermostat controller. Summer finally released its hold on London, and the muggy heat has been replaced with a damp chill that burrows down into his bones.

Several button-presses later, James hears the familiar clank of the radiator and he can smell the heating kick on. It’ll take a while for his house to warm up, so James keeps his peacoat on for the time being as he putters around his home, checking the fridge and the cabinets. As always, they’re well-stocked. He hasn’t had to do anything as mundane as grocery shopping in the five years since his YouTube channel full of acoustic covers of popular songs went viral and landed him a lucrative deal with a prestigious record label. Only in his wildest dreams had he expected to find fame and fortune in the hobby he loved so much—for it to have actually happened still took him by surprise, as though any minute he’d be told “it was fun while it lasted, but it’s time for you to leave wonderland now.”

Shaking his head of those thoughts, he goes to the antique dining table that can easily seat ten people, which is great for holidays or in-home meetings, but just plain depressing every other day of the year. A stack of mail has piled up, and he spends the next five minutes attempting to sort it before giving up and telling himself he’ll look at it in the morning, once he’s not quite as groggy—transatlantic flights always take it out of him.

Instead, he rootles around his fridge until he comes up with the necessary items to make himself a ham and cheese sandwich. With the prospect of food in front of him, James realizes he is starving. He shoves a whole slice of ham in his mouth while he assembles his pitiful meal, heaping on lettuce and sliced tomatoes as though that’s enough to negate the pile processed protein and greasy chips he layers in for crunch.

It’s tastier than any sandwich as a right to be, and he nearly makes himself a second one before catches sight of his phone screen and the slew of incoming notifications. His work is never finished, is it?

There are several texts from his publicist, Donna, welcoming him home and congratulating him on not making an arse of himself just by trying to walk up the front drive of his home. (To be fair, he felt entitled to channel his inner crotchety old man and tell reporters to get off his damn lawn if they encroached on his personal property.)

“Though some photos are surfacing of your trip to New York… Anything you need me to get ahead of?”

He rubs his fingers into his eyes, knowing she’s probably referring to his last night out in the city, where he went bar hopping until the wee hours of the morning to try to forget the text his subsequently-ex-boyfriend had sent him.

Thanks for everything, but I need to focus on my career. Cheers mate.

The career that James had kickstarted for him by introducing his rising actor boyfriend to several of his friends in the film industry, because James had been so damn desperate for affection that he’d once again let the wool get pulled in front of his eyes.

And so James had reached out to mates who lived in New York and they’d all gone out and acted half their age and had a wonderful time once James forgot about why he’d gone out in the first place.

But none of that now. Nope. No sir.

“Not that I’m aware of,” he replies. “Let me know if you catch wind of anything.”

Despite the fact that he only just got home and he’s jetlagged and still feeling the effects of his night out in New York, James can’t stay in his house right now. It’s so quiet that his brain is creating its own white noise. He can’t stand being in his head on a good day, and today is not a good day.

He grabs his keys and wallet and makes for the back of the house. His property is landlocked with the back gardens of other houses; the paps have learned the hard way that James is dead serious about protecting his neighbors’ privacy and will not hesitate to phone the police to arrest and sue anyone caught trespassing on private property to snag a photo of him. James hosts dinner for his neighbors several times a year and buys them gifts any chance he can to show his appreciation for their patience and tolerance.

In the dead of night, he slips out into his back garden, the crisp October air burning his lungs in the best way as he ducks his way through the neighborhood, his feet taking him far away from the crowd of reporters that are still stationed in front of his own home. Hopefully they’ll all have dispersed by the time he gets back. Perhaps he should have turned on music or a movie or something, made them think he was settled in for a lazy night in.

He wanders aimlessly for a while, enjoying this taste of freedom and trying to remember the days when he could leave out the front door of his flat without any fanfare.

It’s dark, and thick clouds obscure whichever moon phase they’re in, but the street lamps glow yellow on the damp pavement, lighting his way forward. A crisp autumn breeze ruffles his hair and the leaves, sending them tumbling around him and skittering across the residential street that’s so much quieter than the bustle of New York. It’s good to be home, though.

He arrives at a bus stop and catches one headed into the city proper. It’s no secret that James lives in London, and therefore the general population has gotten used to glimpsing him on the tube or walking on the street or frequenting pubs. He knows people snap quick photos of him, and he’s always happy to stop and pose for a selfie with respectful fans, but mostly he’s left alone when he’s out by himself like this.

Nevertheless, he hears the excited undertones of people trying to inconspicuously point him out to their oblivious friends. He keeps his head down, mindlessly opening and closing apps on his phone for something to do as he pretends he doesn’t notice them. He won’t be on the bus much longer anyway.

Several people get off the bus with him, including a group of teenage girls who are whispering heatedly among themselves. It’s almost funny, watching them debate amongst themselves before one of them approaches him.

She’s red-faced but determined as she blurts, “Can we get a photo?”

“Sure thing,” he says good-naturedly, inclining his head for them to come closer. “Need me to take it?” He holds out a lanky arm and flops it around a bit. “Got a longer reach than any of you.”

He’s certain one of the girls is about to start crying with joy as they all nestle into his side and hand him a new-model iPhone. Damn, it’s fancier than his own. When he was their age, he had an old flip phone that lost reception if he breathed on it wrong. It was a tank though—he’d dropped that thing hundreds of times, and nary a scratch.

“Do me a favor,” he says, handing the phone back to its owner, “and don’t ping our location if you post to social media, yeah? I appreciate it.”

“You’re my favorite person ever,” one of the girls squeaks.

His face splits into a grin and he tucks his hands into his pockets. “Is that so?”

The girls spend the next five minutes chatting with him about music and how they’ve been following him ever since his YouTube days. He listens and chimes in every now and then when they ask him a direct question, but he prefers being passive in exchanges like this, content to hear peoples’ stories. It makes him feel normal, if only for a little while.

Finally, they take their leave, and James turns in the opposite direction even though the destination he had in mind is down the street the girls had just taken. But he’s been burned far too many times by encounters with seemingly innocent fans, only for them to begin following him around and showing up outside his house to talk to him again. He makes a point of not drawing out public encounters with his fans.

He wanders down a street he’s vaguely familiar with, figuring he can backtrack in a couple blocks. The night is too beautiful for him to be upset about needing to take a detour.

Everything looks different in the dark, the glow of neon signs bathing everything in hues of greens and blues and pinks and yellows. Shops and restaurants are mostly shut up for the night, their windows dark or blinds drawn. Dingey motels with pay-by-the-hour rates are in full swing, as are the pubs that have a revolving door of people in varying states of intoxication.

Deep bass that he can feel all the way in his chest catches his attention, and he gets turned around a few times, but he eventually finds the establishment: Bad Wolf Brews. At first, he doesn’t think it’s open, and that he must be mistaken about where the music is coming from, but the heavy front oak door opens, and he realizes the glass on the door is tempered so that the interior lights don’t shine through. The music is clear and heavy and vibrating in his bones. He doesn’t think twice before catching the door before it closes and slipping inside.

The air is humid and smells of sweat and stale beer. Bodies are writhing and gyrating to the rhythm blasting through invisible speakers. The acoustics are phenomenal; none of the layers are lost and the sound quality is nearly as good as if he were listening to the record at home on his own stereo system.

The lights are low, and he’s sure he trips into a few people in the minute it takes for his eyes to adjust to the dimness, but finally, he’s at the bar. There are three open stools, and he claims one between a blonde woman and a red-haired man as he wonders what the hell this dive bar serves. He can see beer taps, but he’s more of a cocktail guy. He must look as lost as he feels, because the bartender hands him a menu that looks like it was hand-written and then photo-copied. It jives with the overall vibe of the pub.

The bartender checks in with him a minute later. James opens a tab and orders a sidecar sans sugar, and is pleasantly surprised by the quality. Not to make assumptions, but he’d figured an establishment such as this would have cheap liquor. If the alcohol in his drink is cheap, it’s well masked.

When he’s drained the last drop and about to signal for another, a hand rests on his shoulder. “Can I buy your next round?”

James looks up into the face of a stranger. It’s a woman with striking green eyes and a disheveled pixie cut. Judging by her crimson cheeks and glazed eyes, she’s three sheets to the wind. There’s buzzed, then there’s drunk, and then there’s plastered. He prefers not to let himself get to that last category, and by extension, he doesn’t really like to associate much with people who won’t remember the night come morning.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” he says with his most charming grin. “G’night.”

He has no idea if the woman knows who he is, but the way she shrugs and saunters to the gentleman sitting beside James, he doubts it.

He gets clumsily propositioned a few more times and always politely declines with a smile. So far, nobody here seems to recognize him and he is going to ride out this anonymity for as long as it’ll last. It has been too long since he’s been able to sit in a pub and drink quietly. Well, quietly, insofar as crazed fans or paparazzi aren’t harassing him—the music is loud enough that he’s sure to have ringing in his ears for a few hours once he gets home.

But he’s not really in any rush to get home, and so he orders his fourth cocktail before making his way to the loo. Alcohol goes right through him, and it’s nearly gotten him in trouble on tour a time or two.

There’s no line, but the loo is crowded, and he tries to ignore the double-takes as he stands in front of a urinal to take care of business. If he wakes up tomorrow morning to find that someone snapped a photo of him having a piss, he’s going to lose his goddamn mind.

Bladder tended to, James keeps his head ducked and shoulders his way back into the bar. His stool is unoccupied, and when he steps forward, he realizes why. A purse sits on it, seemingly reserving the seat but he can’t figure out for whom. He’s about to take the cocktail the bartender hands him and stand against the shadowed wall when someone picks up the purse.

It’s his blonde-haired stool mate. She flashes him a broad grin that lights up her entire face and squeezes something deep in his stomach.

“Saved your seat for ya,” she says with the ease and confidence of someone who’s known him his whole life.

“Thanks,” he manages through a suddenly dry mouth.

Feeling like an idiot for standing and gaping, he slips into his seat and downs half his new sidecar in one go. It’s as though the ice has been broken now, and she turns to him, her elbow on the counter and her cheek propped on her fist.

“Pretty sure you could outdrink a fish, mate,” she drawls, smiling again in that easy way that does too many strange things to his insides. “You’ve been knockin’ ‘em back for over an hour now.”

Has it really been that long? James checks his watch, and yup, it’s half past ten. The paps should be gone from his house by now, but he feels no draw to leave this place. The alcohol has left him pleasantly tipsy and warm, but he’s more drunk on the fantasy that he’s just a normal bloke having a nice night out in a newly-discovered dive bar.

“Fish don’t really drink though, do they? They absorb water through their gills via osmosis,” he replies, and he wants to bite his tongue off because what the fuck was that??

This woman, whatever her name is, doesn’t seem to mind his answer though, because her face scrunches in a giggle. His body is hot and throbbing with more than drink now, and he wants to hear that sound again but his brain has stopped working.

“Is that so different from you absorbin’ alcohol through your bloodstream?” she muses, finishing off whatever is in her short tumbler.

“Can I buy your next round?” he blurts rather than responding to her question, which he’s almost certain was rhetorical.

Her smile melts into something softer, something private and a little shy. “If you’d like.”

“I do.” He flags down the bartender and glances at his new companion expectantly.

“Gin and tonic,” she says. She thanks the bartender, then James when she takes her first sip. “I’m Rose, by the way.”

“James,” he says, feeling stupid because his face is plastered all over London, which likes to boast that it’s the home of international celeb James Noble. But wouldn’t he seem more of an arse if he just assumed this gorgeous woman knew who he was?

Nevertheless, his stomach sinks a bit when she snorts into her drink and says, “I thought it was you.”

“Yup, it’s me,” he forces, his voice flat. He hides his frown with his glass, knocking back the rest of his sidecar like it’s a shot. The room sways slightly with the violent motion of his head, and maybe he’s slightly drunker than he’d thought.

If Rose catches on to his sudden sour mood, she doesn’t mention it. “What brings you here to Bad Wolf?”

He shrugs and blows out a noisy breath. “I dunno. Went for a walk, ended up here.”

“Those are the best sort of adventures.” She hums wistfully. “Sometimes you find what you didn’t know you needed when you let yourself get lost.”

That observation is far too astute for his current state of mind, so instead he says, “Would you like to dance with me?”

Her eyes flicker across his face for a brief moment before she says, “Okay.”

He hops down from his stool, but Rose hesitates, clutching her purse and coat awkwardly. The bartender helpfully tells her to keep them on her stool, and he’ll keep an eye on it. Rose flashes him a grin that James would rather she flash at him, but he realizes that is utterly absurd, so he simply rests his coat on top of her things to better hide them from view. He then holds out his hand for her. Her palm is soft and warm against his as he leads her to the crowded dance floor.

They find space towards the back of the pub, hidden in the shadows of a hallway that states it’s closed off to patrons. And of course, of fucking course, right when he rests his hands on her hips to find the rhythm of the song, a new one comes on, and his own voice belts from the speakers.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. He loves his music—he made it, after all—but he can’t help but feel pretentious and more than a little silly to dance to it like this.

Rose, however, grins and says, “Oh, come on, this is one of my favorites.”

She catches his hands where he’d loosened them at her waist and forces him to grab hold of her. She’s wearing high-waisted trousers and a top that leaves a sliver of her belly exposed. His thumb grazes the skin of her bare side, and it’s enough to send tingles through his body. Rose, meanwhile, slings her arms around his shoulders and begins to rock her hips from side to side in sync with the bass, embellishing the motions until she looks absolutely ridiculous but so, so beautiful.

He can’t help but grin and laugh, and he mirrors her movements until they’re both dancing like idiots to his music.

“This is how my baby brother dances,” she explains, bouncing up and down while twisting her hips. “We have regular dance parties together.”

“How old’s your brother?” he asks.

“Just turned four.”

He blinks, and blood rushes from his face. “And… and how old are you?”

“A perfectly legal twenty-four,” she drawls, reaching up to flick his nose. “You can start breathing again.”

Thank fuck.

“That’s quite the age gap.”

“My mum got remarried when I was nineteen,” Rose says with a shrug. “She and my stepdad didn’t waste much time.”

“Clearly,” he mutters under his breath.

“It does feel a bit like they’ve started over,” Rose confesses with a too-stiff shrug. “New family, new life, and I’m the interloper.

There is no way this vivacious woman in front of him could ever be considered an interloper, but before he can tell her that, she continues, “Mum does her best to assure me otherwise, but still. It’s hard to watch all the things Mum and Dad are able to do for Tony—that’s my brother, Tony—when Mum struggled so much as a single mum with me.”

“Your dad’s not in the picture?”

A sad smile pinches her face, and he regrets asking.

“No, I never knew him. He died when I was a baby.”

“I… I’m so sorry.” Well, he’s totally buggered this all up, hasn’t he? He wracks his brain on how to salvage the easy banter they’d had at the bar, but draws a blank.

Rose seems to realize they’ve lost the mood, but she breaks out into a lazy grin and says, “Since you seemed so opposed to dancing to your own music, it’ll please you to know a new song’s on. C’mon, show me your moves.”

He’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and so he follows her lead, watching her dance her heart out until her cheeks are pink and her hair is damp with sweat. He’s sure he doesn’t look much better, since he can feel the perspiration beading down his back and beneath his arms, but he can’t bring himself to care. Tonight has been the most fun he’s had in a very long time. Clubbing in New York had been a lark, but he’s been swarmed by his American fans half the night, and had been busy drowning his latest heartbreak to fully enjoy it. But here, now, with Rose, it’s like he’s any other bloke in a pub, chatting up a pretty girl he wants to get to know.

Their bodies are wrapped around each other with the ease and grace of partners who have known each other for years, and he forgets that he has known Rose for all of a few hours. He never wants this night to end. He wants to cling to this fairytale and pretend that the clock isn’t about to strike the proverbial midnight.

But time marches on as always. The clock really does strike midnight, and the bartender begins to clear people out of his establishment. James is as exhausted as he is exhilarated, no longer drunk on booze but rather the company of Rose and the magic they made together by simply dancing the night away.

They head back to the bar to retrieve their coats and her purse, and to close out their tabs. James slides his credit card to the bartender and asks him to charge everyone’s tab to his card. If the bartender is surprised, he hides it well. A few minutes later, James is signing off on the receipt of purchase of several thousand pounds-worth of alcohol. His personal assistant is sure to be confused as hell when she wakes up to see the charge. He fires off a quick warning text to her so she doesn’t open up a fraudulent charge claim.

James salutes the bartender, knowing he’ll come back to this pub as often as he can until he’s found out and this place once again becomes somewhere that’s overrun with his fans.

The night is refreshingly cold when he and Rose emerge into it, a nice change after the stifling, sweaty heat of the bar. However, she hunches her shoulders against the chill, prompting him to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her into his side, all too eager to lend her some of his body heat.

“Can I walk you somewhere?” he asks, glancing around the street that is now full of the drunken patrons who’d been in the pub with them. They all disperse in different directions, stumbling home or to a different bar that is still open. “Or wait with you ‘til you catch a cab?”

“Yeah, sure,” she says, pulling up her phone to order a ride. She taps on the screen for a few quiet moments then says, “Done. Should be here in a few minutes.”

They descend into a slightly awkward silence that James wants to break, but he can’t think of anything clever to say. So he says nothing, and finally headlights wash over them, momentarily blinding them before a taxi pulls up.

“D’you wanna share?” she asks, opening the door to the back seat.

Is she as reluctant to leave him as he is to leave her? Or is she being polite and eco-friendly by ride sharing? Nevertheless, he nods and slides into the back seat beside her.

There is something incredibly intimate about sitting with Rose in the dark interior of the taxi, and he feels like he’s fifteen and wondering how to hold his date’s hand after a cheap night out at the cinemas. He fists his hands together, knotting his fingers until his knuckles pop.

The driver goes to the address Rose provides first, and all too soon they’ve arrived.

“I’ll cover the fare,” he says when she makes to hand over some bank notes to the diver. “It’d be my pleasure.”

She hesitates, but nods, then opens the door to climb out of the car. His pulse quickens as he watches her walk away with nothing but a, “Goodnight.”

“Can you wait just a minute?” he asks the driver.

“Meter’s still runnin’,” he grunts.

“That’s fine.”

James scrambles out of the taxi. “Hey, Rose?”

She turns back to face him, frowning.

“I… er… I had a great time tonight,” he says lamely, but her frown relaxes into a smile. “It was fun. With you. I had fun.”

“Yeah, me too,” she answers.

He licks his lips; his mouth is bone dry and his pulse pounds in his ears, making his vision throb with each frenzied beat.

“Do you… do you maybe wanna do it again some time? Hang out together? I… I’d really like to see you again,” he says, cursing his clumsy, fumbling words.

She scrutinizes him for a long moment, her expression indecipherable. His stomach sinks. Maybe this was a one-off, a story for her to tell her mates.

You’ll never guess who I met at the pub last night. James Noble! He paid for all my drinks and we danced like idiots.

He stews in his misery of doubt, and just when he’s about to tell her to forget about it, she slowly nods.

“Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“Really?” he asks, a hopeful edge creeping into his voice.

She laughs. “Really.”

“Brilliant!” James fumbles in his pocket for his phone, and he thrusts it at her. “Give me your number? I’ll text you. Or call.”

He rocks back and forth on his toes and heels, waiting for her to finish up with his phone. He has a sudden, potent bolt of panic that she’s snooping through his private messages or photographs for something to use against him to make a quick profit, but before that panic can take root, she hands his mobile back to him. It’s open to a new texting conversation.

From: 🌹 Bad Wolf Girl 🌹

Now I’ve got your number too 😉

He beams at the name she’s given to herself in his contacts, then he pockets his phone.

“I’ll see you later,” he says.

“You better,” she replies with that knee-weakening smile he’s grown to love over the course of the night. “See ya.”

“Bye.”

He stands there like a moron until she’s safely inside, then he turns back to the taxi and climbs in. The deserted streets streak by as the driver takes him to his neighborhood. He never gives his address though; he always chooses a destination a few streets away, just in case.

James generously tips the driver and bids him goodnight before slipping into the night to his home. He was right: the paparazzi are gone. There is no fanfare as he slips his key into the lock and lets himself into his house. It’s warm and cozy, but still too quiet for his liking.

Between the plane ride and his night out, he feels greasy and disgusting, and indulges in a hot shower before bed. He washes Rose’s scent off of his body, an intoxicating blend of jasmine and vanilla that’s as sweet as it is musky.

He’s groggy by the time he crawls into his giant, king-sized bed and burrows deep into his mounds of pillows and duvets. One of his ex-girlfriends once teased that he turns into the marshmallow man when he sleeps.

His sleep is deep and dreamless, and when he awakes with the sun the following morning, he feels more refreshed and invigorated than he ever remembers being. He’s got a full day of meetings with his songwriting team to brainstorm his next album, and he is ready.

But first, he checks his phone. There’s nothing from Rose, which makes him a little sad, but also nothing from his publicist, which is always a good sign. If ever she messages or calls him first thing in the morning, it always means there’s some sort of dumpster fire to put out. Usually a dumpster fire full of compromising photos of him.

He makes a point of not Googling himself, but he does occasionally check his social media pages for new posts about him, wanting to know when, where, and how his fans came across him in the wild. He easily finds the photo that he took with the group of teenage girls, and makes a point to like the original post and type a quick, “Nice to meet you all. Thanks for chatting with me last night - J” in the comments section. He snorts to himself as his comment blows up within seconds.

But other than some grainy photos of him riding the bus, he can’t find any other photos of himself. Nothing of him wandering the streets or drinking in the pub or even having a wee in the mens’ room. And best of all, there’s nothing of him and Rose. No photos of them dancing together or sharing a cab. If Rose has a social media account, it didn’t post any sneaky photos or bragging stories about dancing all night with James Noble.

He can’t quite believe it; he managed to have a fun night out drinking without it all being thrown back in his face the next morning. Within seconds, he’s grinning to himself and pulling up Rose’s contact information. It’s still in his phone, further proof that his night with her wasn’t some sort of jetlagged fever dream. She was real.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well. Thanks for last night.”

She responds almost instantly. Good morning to you too. I should be thanking you for paying my drink tab and taxi fare 😉 And for being an excellent dance partner.

“The pleasure was all mine, on all counts.” He sends that message, then types out a new one, “I’m gonna be in meetings all day (yes, I know it’s Sunday), so please don’t be discouraged if I don’t reply. But I’d really like to see you again. Want to do dinner or drinks or coffee or something?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, needing to make himself presentable for when his driver picks him up in an hour. Yet he can’t help but check his phone every three seconds, until finally there’s a message from Rose.

Yeah, I’d like that. I work ‘til five most nights, but I’m free after that. Or we can wait ‘til the weekend.

With spirits lighter than they’ve been in months, James steps out of his house with a broad, stupid grin that the ever-present crowd of paparazzi are all too happy to photograph.

#ficandchips #dwfic #doctorroseprompts #doctor who #ten x rose #ten x rose au #james x rose #yet another iteration of james and rose lmao #romance #meet cute #light angst #musician au #my fic #sacred new beginnings

[maryeve-the-bitch]

Un jour de février

Fruk week 2021

Day 4: winter / spring

Words: 2,565

Summary: Domestic fruk. Old married couple vibe. The couple is visiting Matthew in Quebec city during the cold month of february.

Warning: French, so much french (Translations are at the end), and mention of sex. Not really explicit though. 

Francis couldn’t wait to visit his son in february. However, he was dreading the cold and the weather he would face when they’d arrive in the city. He wasn’t used to that kind of cold anymore ergo he knew how much he would suffer through it. At least, he would be in good company and his boyfriend Arthur was coming as well.

As soon as Francis and Arthur landed in Quebec city, they traveled straight to their hotel since Mathieu would only be coming the next day and his meeting in the capital got delayed. Hopefully, Francis would enjoy a nice evening with his dear Arthur. The hotel room they picked had a cozy fireplace with a plaid fluffy blanket laid on the king bed. The decor of the room reminded Francis of a lumberjack’s cabin with deer antlers hanging down from the wall and the wood-like walls. While it wasn’t the usual style Francis would like, he did appreciate the coziness of it. He reminded himself not to let Arthur choose a hotel for them by himself again. At least, the bathroom was huge compared to what he is used to and in the middle of it, there was a bath that could easily fit 3 people in it. At the sight of the bath, Francis gave Arthur a teasing smirk as he tucked a lock of his blond hair behind his hair. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Sure, love. Later.” Arthur agreed to his boyfriend’s silent plea.

Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur’s from behind.

“Je te promets qu’on passera un bon moment.¹” Francis whispered to his ear as he delicately bit it.

“I promise I’ll kick you in the arse if you don’t stop teasing.” Arthur said with his jaw clenched and a blush on his cheeks.

The comment made Francis chuckle and hugged his boyfriend closer.

“C’est trop facile de te taquiner."² Francis kissed Arthur’s cheek and let go of him.

Since they were both exhausted from the flight and the jetlag, they decided to go to bed early after they took a shower.

In the morning, they decided to wait for Mathieu to tell them when and where they would meet in their room after they got back from eating breakfast on the first floor. Francis looked outside the windows, contemplating the landscape from the city under the snow, as Arthur finished getting dressed and buttoned his shirt up.

“On n’a plus d’hiver comme ça par chez nous, hein?”³ Francis sighed.

“You never had winters like this before. Unless you count the ice age.” Arthur commented.

“Ouais. Du coup, c’est ben mieux que ta pluie 10 mois par année.”⁴ Francis retorted, looking back at his boyfriend.

Arthur glanced at Francis before taking his jacket from the bed and put it on.

“Tu sais que la reine vient pas aujourd’hui, hein?”⁵

“Shut your bloody mouth and get dressed, Francis.” Arthur sighed.

Francis let out a dramatic sigh as he let himself fall on the bed face first and grumbled Arthur’s name on the pillow. Arthur just rolled his eyes, ignoring his melodramatic scene as he was well too familiar with it. Francis turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Peux-tu m’aider, mon amour?”⁶

“What? Help you get dressed? You’re not a child anymore.” As Arthur spoke, he received a notification from his phone that was placed on the desk and charging. He picked it up to see what it was.

“It’s Matthew. He wants to meet at the castle at noon.” Arthur paused to look at the time. “You’ve got one hour to get ready.”

“Quoi? Une heure?” Francis whined. "Ça nous donne même pas le temps de faire l'amour."⁷

"We would if you hurry the fuck up and stop whining."

Francis finally got up from the bed, not without whining even more. At the end, he did get ready in under an hour. When Francis got out of the bathroom, he paraded in front of Arthur who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. Francis wore an open blue see-through shirt with some kind of green flower pattern on it. As for the bottom part, he wrote black trousers with the same flowery pattern.

"We're not going to a gay pub or a fashion show."

"Ah mais il faut que je sois à la hauteur de moi-même quand je sors. Je ne peux pas sortir comme si je serais un pauvre paysan. Pour qui tu me prends, putain?"⁸

"What the hell does that mean?" Arthur sighed. "You're going to wear a warm coat at least?"

Francis walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a navy blue double button wool coat and put it on.

"C'est sublime, non?”⁹ Francis turned around to show all angles of his outfit, feeling proud of it.

“Yes. You’re looking very handsome. You’re going to be cold though. Have you not brought something warmer?” Arthur put his hands on his waist.

“J’ai une écharpe qui ira bien avec. De toute façon, on restera pas trop longtemps dehors. Qui serait assez fou pour aller dehors en un temps pareil?”¹⁰ Francis replied.

“Right. Don’t say I haven’t warned you, frog face.”

Francis would probably die of humiliation if he had to wear something ugly so he’d rather die of hypothermia and being pretty than be seen wearing something hideous. The couple left their hotel room and took a cab to get to their destination. They were still a few minutes late, but nothing Arthur would mind and Mathieu was already waiting for them in front of the castle as agreed.

Upon meeting, Francis hugged Mathieu tightly since he hadn't seen him for months. Arthur greeted him politely under his giant coat that he brought to make sure he didn’t freeze to death. He wore both a winter hat and the hood of his coat with a scarf and at least 2 pairs of gloves. Since Mathieu knew both Arthur and Francis, he didn’t make a comment on how they were dressed. In his opinion, one was overdoing it and the other thought fashion was more important than warmth.

Since Mathieu was getting hungry, they went and looked for a restaurant. While Francis wasn’t hungry, he was gladly welcoming the idea of getting inside. He’s only been 2 minutes out and thought his nipples were already frozen. On their way to the restaurant, Francis tried to warm himself with his hands in his coat pockets and holding his arms close to his body, without much success.

After going down some stairs, at Francis’ displeasure, they walked down a small street that led to the restaurant. Francis remembered that street, he visited it during summer a long time ago. It changed a bit but not enough to not recognise it. He would admire the scenery if he wasn’t so goddamn cold. He just couldn't wait to get to the restaurant at last. Mathieu was explaining to Arthur the historic facts of some buildings even though Arthur already knew those facts; he just forgot. Their chatter sounded mostly background noises to Francis as his focus was mostly on his movements.

Finally, they reached the restaurant. They got seated and offered the menu to order.

“You’re awfully quiet, frog.” Arthur commented as he opened the menu. “Not complaining. That’s just unusual for you.”

Francis glared at his boyfriend. They both knew why he was quiet.

“Can you two stay civil please?” Mathieu asked. He knew his dads and their tendency to fight or argue way too well.

“Of course, lad.” Arthur replied. “I’d offer you my coat for a while, at least until you warm up, but I know too well you won’t accept it.” He continued.

“J’ai pas besoin de ta pitié. Je vais juste commander un bon café chaud et ça ira.¹¹ Francis replied.

“If you say so, love. I hope they offer good tea here.” Arthur said, dismissing Francis’s passive aggressivity.

The waitress came soon after and they all ordered their food and drinks. She took back the menus and left for the kitchen.

“You two are so different. I sometimes wonder how you are still together.” Mathieu commented.

Both Francis and Arthur looked at each other, Francis smiling lovingly.

“Cause we have great sex. That’s why.” Arthur answered Mathieu’s wonderment. He soon received a kick under the table from his partner.

“C’est vrai.”¹² Francis added.

“Please stop. I don’t want to know.” Mathieu interrupted Francis before he would add anything too explicit for him. The Frenchman chuckled while Arthur smiled. Well, at least, Mathieu succeeded to ease the situation between the two.

While they waited for their order, Francis grabbed Arthur’s hand under the table.

“Fucking hell, Francis!” Arthur exclaimed when he felt his boyfriend’s cold hand on his.

“Ah. Je suis désolé, mon amour.”¹³ Francis apologised, looking dejected.

“It’s fine. You surprised me, that’s all.” Arthur said softly as he took Francis’s hand in his.

Thankful, Francis smiled and let Arthur warm his hand. Usually, Arthur hated public displays of affection even as small as hand holding, so it overjoyed him that he accepted to do so.

They talked about Alfred the rest of the time they waited for the order. The American was quite busy at the time so he couldn't make it, but Matthew was grateful he couldn’t because he could easily bring all the attention to him. He appreciated the rare times he got alone with either of his parents. Even when Alfred wasn’t here, he got all the attention, but that was fine with Mathieu. He’d prefer that over Alfred present and talking loudly and interrupting him.

After lunch, Francis felt warmer and happier from the cup of coffee he drank and the small affection he received. His joy wouldn’t last long when Mathieu offered to walk alongside the river and the old port since they were close by. Arthur agreed to it too quickly, Francis thought.

“Et si on allait faire du shopping? Ça serait pas mal, non? Tu m’avais pas parlé d’un centre commercial avec un mini parc d'attractions à l’intérieur?”¹⁴ Francis suggested.

“Well, Matthew and I never liked shopping much and I don’t especially like theme parks either.” Arthur protested as he put his coat back on.

“Besides, there are probably too many people there already.” Mathieu added.

Francis pouted and followed the other two outside. They walked a few minutes until they reached a pedestrian path near the river. Arthur narrated the scenery with tales of the past, including Mathieu in it. Francis would normally enjoy joining in and teasing his partner, but he had troubles following them up even though they walked at a relatively normal pace. The Frenchman wished he was anywhere else other than outside in the cold. He thought of leaving them, calling a taxi and going back to the hotel on his own, but his fingers were already frozen again and he would have to look for the taxi’s number. Arthur probably had the phone number since he called one earlier. However, Francis was too prideful to ask him the number.

They walked and walked until they reached a small park in front of the train station. By that time, Francis thought his fingers were so frozen that he might lose some of them. His feet weren’t any better. Arthur and Mathieu spotted a bench and sat on it to take a break while Francis stood in front of them. At this point, Francis had his hands inside his coat pockets and the bottom half of his head hiding behind the scarf. Some of his hair locks were frozen too for some unknown reason and his cheeks and ears were red, almost turning to purple. When Mathieu sat down, he noticed how cold Francis looked.

“Es-tu correct, papa?”¹⁵ Mathieu asked him with concern.

“Ouais”¹⁶ was all Francis could be able to say through his shivering.

“Would you like to go back to the hotel, Francis?” Arthur sighed.

Francis nodded.

“You could have said so before, you dumb bitch.” Arthur added as he took his phone out to call a taxi.

The Frenchman didn’t have the energy to insult him back. Mathieu stood up and removed his jacket and offered it to his papa. He wouldn’t have taken it if he wasn’t so desperately cold and if he didn’t appreciate and enjoy gifts he received from his kids. The inside of Mathieu’s jacket was really fluffy and warm, like wearing a cloud.

When Arthur was done telling the taxi operator their current location, he hung up the phone and noticed Mathieu gave his jacket to Francis and only wore a red t-shirt.

“Aren’t you cold, Matthew?” He asked his son.

“Nah. It’s only -10°c anyway.” Mathieu shrugged.

Arthur almost choked himself with his saliva at this comment.

“What do you mean, ONLY -10°c? That’s too bloody cold, lad.” Arthur replied, making the taller blond boy laugh. “Even I want to go back inside and get warm. Perhaps get a cup of tea or something.”

“We can wait for your taxi inside the train station if you want.” Mathieu suggested.

The other two didn’t even have to say anything; they both agreed and followed Mathieu inside the train station.

Back at the hotel room, after Arthur took out his own coat, gloves and hat, he helped Francis get undressed and wrapped him around in the fluffy tartan blanket from the bed.

“Sit down on the chair and I’ll light up the fireplace for you.” Arthur requested him.

Francis smiled softly as he sat down in one of the two sofa chairs in front of the fireplace. It didn’t take long for him to sit with his bare feet on the chair, holding his legs close to his body. Arthur took a match out of the matchbox sitting on the top of the fireplace and lit it up. He quickly threw the match inside the fireplace and closed the glass door.

“Right. I’ll get some water boiling for tea. Would you like a cup?” Arthur asked.

“Oui, s’il te plaît.” ¹⁷

Arthur kissed his boyfriend’s red cold cheek and left to the small kitchen to boil some water with the kettle. Francis laid on the side of his head on the chair and watched him, smiling. While Arthur rarely said he loved him or complimented him much, he did care a lot when it mattered. He was there for him if he needed him and of course, Francis would do exactly the same.

Arthur came back with two cups of boiling hot water and put it down on the side table between the two sofa chairs and sat down next to Francis. The Frenchman noticed his boyfriend brought his own tea bags and even thought of bringing Francis’ favourite kind of tea even though he preferred coffee over tea. He watched as Arthur soaked the tea into the cup.

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“Oui. Merci.”

“You’re welcome”

Francis got up from his chair and went to sit on Arthur’s lap.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Francis wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you.” Francis whispered after he was done kissing. Arthur blushed and pulled Francis closer.

“Je t’aime aussi.”¹⁸ Arthur whispered back.

Translation:

¹ “I promise you a great time.”

² “It’s too easy to tease you”

³ “We don’t have winter like this back home, do we?”

⁴ “Yeah. At least, it’s better than your rain for 10 months a year.”

⁵ “You know the Queen isn’t coming today, right?”

⁶ “Can you help me, my love?”

⁷"What? One hour? We won't even have time to have sex."

⁸ "I must be at the top of myself. I can't go out like a poor peasant. Who do you think I am?"

⁹ “It’s gorgeous, right?”

¹⁰ “I have a scarf that would look good with it. Anyway, we won’t stay long outside. Who in their right mind would stay outside in that kind of weather?”

¹¹ “I don’t need your pity. I’ll order a nice hot coffee and I’ll be fine.”

¹² “It’s true

¹³ “Ah. I’m sorry, my love.”

¹⁴ “What about going shopping? Wouldn’t it be nice, would it? You told me about a shopping mall with a mini theme park inside, didn’t you?”

¹⁵ “Are you ok, dad?”

¹⁶“Yeah”

¹⁷ “Yes please.”

¹⁸ “I love you too.”

#frukweek #frukweek2021 #aph fruk #hws fruk #fruk #ukfr #aph ukfr #hws ukfr #aph england #hws england #aph france #hws france #THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG #i do love fluffy old married couple trope #no beta read #we post the first draft like the finnish in russia #i legit thought we were during winter at the end like bruh we're only in August. its hot out