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ss-skyearn · 1 year

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Burn All Over

PAIRING : Han Jisung x fem!reader, Chris x fem!reader

WORD COUNT : 4.6k.

GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.

WARNINGS/CONTENT : Angst, heavy smoking as a cope up mechanism, cuteness, one joke about Chris being old (I'm not sorry), Hyunjin being the Cinderella/Drama Queen that he is.

A/N : This has been in the works for a very long time and is me trying out something new. Excited to share, hope you lovelies are too. ♡

Inspired by Volcano by Han Jisung.

You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

It's another one of those days.

You've been having a lot of them, lately.

When street lights glitch, the sound of the handbrake resounds at midnight everyday while the mechanic works in the distance, when the city's asleep, when one's none the wiser, you find yourself here. Every night.

The uneven pebbled road still the same it had been that night when you stumbled home with him, boot soles scraping, heels scruffing, it should be a sensation more than unpleasant. Yet you find comfort in it, have been in eccentric things as of late.

Maybe you miss him. Maybe you love him.

Or maybe, just maybe, all the cigarette smoke has gone to your head, fucked up your ganglionic neurons, altered your brain physiology.

Discarding what remains of the bud, you stomp your foot on it, chafe it with intensity perhaps unfitting for a mere paper wrapped tobacco stick. The pent up aggression has to come out somehow.

Light your seventh cigarette of the day— or night, you don't recall. Or was it eighth? Hardly matters.

You spot the lone bench, surrounded by the midnight smog, half covered in the mist, but find it all the same; would every time, even with your eyes closed. Indeed, it's imprinted behind your eyelids, committed to memory, for the memory is not of that single bench alone. No, it's accompanied by the memory that refuses to leave you, plagues your mind every second of everyday, replays in your head over and over like a broken CD, the staccato standing out more than you would like.

The memory you don't want to remember, but never want to forget.

The recollection that pains you, but makes your gut bloom with delicious want.

The souvenir you wish you didn't take back with you, but cherish with all your heart.

It's the memory of him, of the day you tasted him, his moist lips for the first time. Ironic, isn't it, that it was also the last. The last time you had him, had those lips between yours.

Your sudden yelp pierces the quiet of the night, a hushed curse following shortly after.

"Fucking hell."

The cigarette bud falls to the ground, having burnt for all it's worth.

It's another thing that happens often, ever since him. You light the bud, sit with your thoughts for just one second, you swear, and the cancer stick burns all the way through, scorches your fingertips, the stinging pain bringing you to reality. A grim reality. But reality, all the same.

A reality where you don't have him. A reality so cruel, you wish you'd still be drowned in fantasies of him, of a reality where being with him didn't hurt so goddamn much.

You rub your digits together, still hot from the burn they underwent, undergo every fucking time. Continue the absent minded gentle rub, skin cooling and hardening, smooth cuticles having given way to unforgiving callouses by now.

"Do you play the guitar?"

There's a little girl suddenly by your side, alone, unsuspecting, staring up at you with big glassy eyes, pink popsicle in mouth. She looks as clueless as they come, innocence written all over her adorable face. Her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink from the gentle breeze than runs remind you of another pair you held onto on this very bench.

You've really lost it all. You see him even in a kid now.

"No. I burn myself."

Her eyes squint in question, and you can't help but let out a huff, her deepening frown causing the huff to morph into a full blown laughter. There's nothing remotely funny about the situation. Indeed, it's a dire one at best. But you've got no tears left to cry, no grief left to feel and, honestly? No fucks left to give.

So you laugh. The only thing you are capable of doing, the only thing that tells you that you are, in fact, alive.

The laugh bordering maniacal by now, you're positive you'd be wiping tears of hysteria, if only you weren't milked dry of all the hydration in your body already.

Loud footsteps carry a young lady through the footpath, bring her right in front of you. You glance up at her, access her to the best of your abilities, which frankly, aren't that accurate given your laughter still waiting to die out.

Nevertheless, you do check her out. Shorter to you in height, gentle stature, fair skin, big watery eyes uncannily similar to the little version of herself stood in front of you, still suckling on her candy.

Ah, the mother.

Judging by the creaseless face, high cheekbones, taut skin, flawless under eyes, no sign of senescence— a young one, at that. Perhaps younger to you by a year or so.

The way she yanks the little girl by the arm, spins and whisks her away from you serves to prove your theory. That's maternal instincts right there, through and through.

But as she does, your eyes land on her fingers wrapped around the little girl's arm. They're smooth, a testimony to her youth, but that's not what draws your attention. No, it's the twinkle of a stone against the dark backdrop of the night that does.

A ring. A wedding ring. One you've seen before. One you know all too well. One that haunts your nights, disrupts your dreams, reminds you of the dreaded moment you wish didn't come after the blissful one all those months back.

A square cut diamond on a silver band, teal glow dimmed by the dark of the night. Even the periwinkle tinge is muted to a lavender one, emerald glint replaced by sage, but even that doesn't prove to be disguise enough. No matter how dampened the colours, how inapparent the twinkle of the stone, when it's all that's on your mind, when it's the root of the anxiety instilled in you, you're bound to recognise it.

You wish you didn't.

You've seen it on a hand you hanker you didn't. You've seen it in a moment that made you want to rewind time and take it all back, no matter how pleasureful the experience.

Frustrated at the memory, you kick the barely there sand under your foot, another curse making its way out of your mouth.

He was supposed to be insanely well-off, the only heir of the biggest conglomerate in the country. Didn't that call for pointlessly expensive designer wedding rings— limited edition, pretences and all? Why did an everyday commoner have the same one? Why must this be so difficult?

It's still wrong.

It's wrong to want it still, when what you had with him wasn't even given a name.

As you heave a tired sigh, the recollection playing in your mind, second for second, you roll your head to the side, catch a glimpse of the two disappearing silhouettes.

"I told you, didn't I, sweetie? Don't talk to crazy strangers, they steal your candy," you hear the woman chide her daughter, the whispered tone of her voice only assisting to echo the statement in the pin drop silence of the night.

Crazy.

You don't suppose she's wrong.

This is easily the least favourite part of your day, which unfortunately has only just begun.

You've always been a heavy sleeper, an even heavier one since taking up your vices. If there's one thing that can wake you, it's sunlight.

That near blinding sunlight that's streaming through the windows, straight onto your face, through your eyelids, and you vow it's burning up your cornea, enough to cause snow blindness.

You're sure you closed the curtains last night.

Deciding to order blackout curtains once you wake up, you shift the comforter up over your head, sighing at the immediate relief your eyelids get from the brazen morning light, only for it to be whipped off your head in one clean motion.

"The fuck?"

"A pleasant morning to you, too," a voice says— or barks, is more like it.

"Fuck off," you attempt to yank the blanket over you again, to no avail. It's bunched up in his clutches, those large hands balling up half the single bed bedsheet.

"No can do. Up."

The duvet is ungracefully ripped from your body, leaving you to shudder in the sudden chill that envelopes you. You crack open both eyes, shuffle around for something to cover yourself with, and in the two seconds your eyes remain open, the sleep in them dissipates. You're wide awake now.

Fucking great.

What Christopher Bang wants, Christopher Bang gets.

"Why are you here to torture me at," a quick glance to the bedside digital clock, "five in the fucking morning!? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

Rage is what you feel all over again. You'd accepted your fate of being awake, but five? Not even your local priest gets up this early.

"Claws in, little one. It's godly hours, easy on the language."

"Yeah, you can shove your early morning moral education lessons up your motherfucking ass. Get the hell out of here or I'm calling security."

The little shit smiles and your blood boils.

Spinning on his heel, he makes his way to the kitchen with practised ease, "Hm. You're once again very conveniently forgetting who's name the lease is on. Who do you think will be kicked out if we do call the reception?"

You groan, face plant into the mattress, mumble out, "Not this again. It was years ago. I've told you I can repay you, thrice the amount."

"And I've told you not to flaunt your money in my face."

You jolt up at that, "How in the sweet fuck is me trying to repay you, flaunting?"

Having had enough of this banter this early in the day, you march upto him and get all up in his face.

You're still unfocused, half-asleep, in no position to correctly access human emotions. That might explain the hitch to his breath on your sudden proximity, the way he retracts his fingers from where they gripped your waist to steady you. He averts his gaze, awkwardly clearing his throat like he doesn't cuddle you to sleep every night you get anxious. What's suddenly wrong with him?

Old age. Yeah, it's probably that.

"You know I can—" you begin, but all that earns you is a strong finger to the centre of your forehead, followed shortly by a firm shove, enough to tip you back and make you stumble on your own two feet.

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're a big girl with big money. Don't need to hear it all over again."

You admit defeat, it's way too early for this anyway.

You silently watch him work, how he knows where the extra coffee pods are since you ran out of the ones in the basket of your espresso machine, where the fresh loaf of bread is hidden away behind the tricolour capsicums— ones he bought you in an attempt to incorporate some form of nutrition in your diet, just where the white butter is stored in the top shelf of the cabinet.

To any onlooker, it might seem it's his place, and in all honesty, might as well be, given how he cleans and keeps your refrigerator stocked on greens more than you do yourself.

It's his silent way of looking out for you.

You've got one of your own too.

In the way you keep vanilla syrup because your coffee is too strong for him, stache multigrain bread for the fitness freak in him, brown your butter just for him even when the browning process fills your house with the smell you can't stand.

It's a mutual understanding, a healthy routine between you two.

As you eat your breakfast in silence with him, you count and recall the instances he's been by your side for, all the tough times he's helped you tide over.

The thoughts getting too sappy to be swallowed with your coffee, you attempt to start conversation, "I'm a crazy stranger who steals childrens' candy, it seems."

Chris sputters, choking on his coffee, doing something between coughing and cracking up, "That's wild, even for you."

You deadpan, eyelids closing half way in an attempt to give him the best 'are you serious, right now?' look you can manage.

Having cleared up his plate, crumbs and all, he just gets up, makes his way to the kitchen, takes your plate too, ruffles your bed head on the way. You shake him off with all the ferocity of a wild kitten, and he laughs that gentle laugh of his, one that calms your recently developed panic attacks away.

That's a memory you're not too fond to recollect.

He shouts out to you over the sound of running water and clanking of plates from where he's cleaning the dishes, "Hyunjin's surprise birthday party is today. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Shit, I totally forgot to wish him," you say, all while lunging for your phone, not wanting to spend another second you'd soon regret wasting, for if there's anything more important to Hwang Hyunjin than Fabre Castle Watercolours, it's his twenty-second birthday. He's been yapping about having a Taylor-Swift-22 inspired birthday bash since you were fifteen.

He picks up on the first ring, as if waiting for it with his phone glued to his hand.

"The person you're trying to reach is currently done with your betraying ass. Please call again never."

You sigh through the microphone, Chris barking out a laugh in the background.

It's going to be a long phone call.

As you wait for the door to be opened with Chris by your side, a million different versions of 'sorry' at the tip of your tongue, you couldn't have been prepared for what happens when the door finally swings open.

Him. That's what happens.

It's been years since you last saw him, since you last mapped his features, raked your eyes over his face unashamedly.

He's changed so much.

Front bangs long and straight, the ends falling over his eyes like a curtain, soft lips slightly parted, skin a shade tanner than what you remember— there's an aura of maturity in the air surrounding him, a gentle poise he carries himself with you don't remember noticing all that while ago.

He's changed in the way he now so clearly knows how to fake a smile, knows to side step and usher you inside, to extend a friendly hand in introduction.

"It's been a while."

But you prefer the older version. The carefree soul, the warm eyes.

You don't like the look on him now, big eyes devoid of emotion, graceful stance lacking the vibrance that made him stand out to you.

But you suppose it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what stood out to you, what appealed to you, for you're no longer a significant presence in his life— you're not sure you ever were.

"Yeah. Nice to see you."

It's suffocating, playing pretenses, lightly touching his hand as if you don't want to clutch onto it and never let go, plastering a smile on your face as if you don't want to break down right on this very threshold.

Chris' warm hand on your lower back guides you into the living room proper, but you hardly pay any mind to it, for it's currently occupied with him and his mahogany scent.

It used to be coconut, with an undertone of cinnamon. Fruity and spicy, a fuzzy blanket on that chilly night.

Did she make him change it?

Was it not to her liking?

If it wasn't, did he change it without question? Changed a part of himself all too willingly?

"So.. " he clears his throat, and despite the calm demeanour he's maintaining at the forefront, you know he's struggling to avoid awkwardness.

"So," you parrot, making no effort to mask the tension. It's there, it's blatant, you're done avoiding it.

"Uh, need a drink?"

"I'll go get some," you don't wait for a response, and stroll right past him, making your way to the kitchen. He'll take a vodka soda, you don't need to ask to know.

The house is bustling with people, which is a nice distraction in of itself. People watching. That's what you plan on doing the rest of the night.

He's standing at the same spot when you find your way back to him, and in the few minutes it takes to reach there, you take a moment to stop and admire him from the back, only now paying attention to him, the kind he truly deserves. The broad shoulders and lean waist haven't changed, you note, chuckling a little to yourself after remembering Minho is attending the party, too. His biceps are somehow girthier than before, filling out the sleeves of his black button up that's unnaturally stretching over the expanse of his wide, muscular back. The leather pants he adorns might as well be made for him, with the way they cling to his legs, long and slim, bulging at the middle of his thighs and calves, narrowing at the knees. The perfect coalescence of lean and muscle, just how you like it.

Though you don't suppose it matters anymore.

So you around the corner and come to a halt right in front of him, extending the hand that carries his drink.

"No, I'm not drinking."

Turns out you did need to ask to know.

"Oh, do you now take something else? There's whiske—"

"No, I don't drink anymore."

"Like, at all?"

He gives a small but content smile at that, and you struggle to take in what he's just told you.

Han Jisung, doesn't drink? You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

You blink back the perspiration that's beginning to take root in your eye corners, clearing your throat, trying to remember what the conversation was actually about.

"Right. So, uh, no drinks then."

Did she ask him not to come home if he drank?

Does it not sit right with her? For him to enjoy for a night?

And does he not have a problem with this either? Another whim he willingly agrees to?

"You go ahead, please. Don't stop on my account."

Nauseous. You feel nauseous.

The politeness to his tone makes you feel further away from him in this moment, standing no more than a few inches away, than you did all those years you didn't see him. The consideration in his eyes makes you feel like a stranger, like someone he's meeting for the first time. It burns you all over, the formality, the decorum.

You nod, make your way out to the balcony.

Fresh air. You need it.

How long has it been?

Ten minutes? One hour? Or two, perhaps?

As you try to focus on the sounds coming from inside the living room, you hear nothing. No Taylor Swift's 22 playing, no incessant chatter of people. How long has it been, really?

Your single beer bottle sits by the balcony railing idly, empty, a new sealed one placed next to it. It hadn't taken long for it to vanish, you having downed it in one long gulp. The sear on your oesophagus had been a welcome sting.

Burning your fingers with cigarettes wasn't enough, it seems. You want to burn all over.

The glass door creaks open, heavy footsteps padding their way across and over to where you're slumped against the brick wall, the spot behind you warm despite the chill blowing in the air. You've just been sitting here that long.

The body collides with the concrete next to you with a thud, drags itself down until it's seated next to you.

You know who it is just from the way they chose to sit.

"What's the birthday boy doing out here?"

"He's not wearing his ring."

Your breath hitches.

Saying you didn't expect it would be a lie. You knew it would find its way to you, this conversation you don't want to have. You thought you were prepared. You had been wrong.

Yet even as you knew of its arrival, for it to land like this was startling.

You didn't expect it to come from Hyunjin either, it's so unlike him to be this straightforward.

"What ring?"

It's easy to play pretend, to feign disinterest, when your heart's the accolade at stake, made all the easier by the second bottle of beer you're suddenly insistent on downing.

"You know."

But pretending to not know is only going to last so long, and effectively will serve to drag the matter on, when you couldn't be more done with it.

Slamming the now empty bottle on the marble flooring with a clank of finality, you turn to face him for the first time since the conversation begun, "He never wore it anyway. Not after that night."

"Yeah, but- there's just something about him. I just know my theory is right."

Not sure just what the theory is, you tell yourself you aren't interested anyway.

"You work on your theory, then. Let me know when it gets patented."

You stand up on wobbly legs, brushing off his attempts to steady you with a warning glare— the reason for which you don't know yourself.

As you step into the living space once again, it looks so much bigger than it did with the strangers crowding it.

Just then, the bell goes off.

You look around for Chris, but he's nowhere in sight, not in the living room, not near the kitchen counter. So you get the door.

On the other side stands a girl no older than five years, in a pink frilly frock, short hair neatly tied into two high fountain ponytails, big boba eyes, bright pink lolly in mouth.

She recognises you before you do, letting out a gasp, eyes growing even wider, lolly slipping out of her stained lips.

"No. Please don't take my candy!"

She puts both hands behind her back in attempts to hide said candy, her backpack presenting a hindrance when she struggles to get them back over it. You can still see the lolly sticking out behind her head where she clearly thinks it's well hidden.

Suddenly, you don't feel shitty anymore, crouching down in front of her, a fond smile playing on your lips. You make a show of clenching your fist, opening the fingers one by one, until they're all outstretched, a small packet of sour gummy worms nestled in the palm of your hand.

You always carry them around on parties because Chris can't handle his vodka shots without it, he shudders and looks for you instead of for them every time he downs one shot, for he knows you carry some for him.

You're thankful for that habit of yours as a wide smile spreads on the little girl's face, mouth parting to show two big uneven teeth. You find yourself grinning back involuntarily, heart fluttering.

You thought it wasn't capable of doing that anymore.

But she suddenly frowns, tilting her head to the side a little, her bangs falling in her eyes, "So you won't take my candy?"

You want to take her in your arms and kiss all over her face, but something tells you her parents won't appreciate a drunk stranger smooching their kid. So you settle for gently swiping her baby hair out of her eyes, looking right into them as you mumble out, "No, I won't. What's your name?"

"Amanda! Friends call me Ami, but you can't."

"Oh? I can't?"

"You're not my friend, are you?" she shrugs, shouldering her way past you, entering into the house with ease, like this is the place she comes to after school everyday.

You peek out the door, look to the right and then to left, for surely there's someone with the kid. There has to be. But you see no one.

When you glance back, she's let her backpack fall to the ground, and comfortably seated herself on the loveseat sofa, kicking her little feet over the armrest and falling back on the cushioned seat with a content sigh, looking right at home.

You stroll up to her after shutting the door close,

"Ami? Who are you wit—"

She points a single finger up, eyes closed in a display of annoyance as a huff leaves her nostrils, inflating them in a way that's more cute than intimidating, which is what she clearly intends for it to be.

"Amanda," she states simply.

"Right. Not Ami. Amanda," you try to hold back the giggle that threatens to escape you, playing along with the kid's display of dominance.

"So, Amanda, who are you with? Where's your mom? Do you know someone here?"

"Too many questions all at once," she sighs out in troubled exasperation, and you're all but dumbfounded. Who is this sassy little pile of squishy cheeks, really?

"Where's your mom?"

"Don't have one."

Dang. The way she says that with little to no remorse or regard makes you wonder if she ever had one to begin with.

"But who was that woman with you that night?"

The one with the teal diamond ring, you don't add.

"Not my mom, I can tell you that much."

The intensity with which she says it, eyes narrowed in challenge, tells you it's a topic all too personal, and so you decide to back off, to not probe further.

"So why are you at this place?"

She merely shrugs, begins swinging her feet to and fro from where they are hanging off the arm rest, "Dad's here."

"Here?"

"Yeah, said he was meeting up with some friends. So I came."

"By yourself?!" you balk.

"Uh, yeah," she gives you a quizzical stare, looking you up and down like you're the single digit aged offspring going around to a house full of drunks in the middle of the night.

"How?"

"What do you mean how? By cab, of course."

"By yourself?!"

"Jeez, calm down, woman."

Your jaw would be on the floor if it wasn't already. In the two minutes you've known this girl— including that night when she was whisked away from right in front of you after your manic laughing episode, you've come to the conclusion that she's no regular kid. As your mind comes to terms with this newfound piece of information, you smirk, intrigued.

"Huh. Aren't you a feisty one. Who's your dad?"

You're sure he'd be feisty himself. And you could really do with some feisty in your life.

"He's—"

"Honey!"

You hear a voice call out from somewhere behind you, witness a silhouette approaching the giggling girl, behold muscular arms wrapping around her frame gently.

But your mind refuses to register, to comprehend, to process.

For you're not sure you'd be able to handle it right now, or ever.

"This is my dad! He goes by Han Jisung."

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Not just Anthony and Kate, Edwina is also a clown in thank u, next!!!!😁

Edwina is truly sitting there when she gets home, a little nervous at what state she's going to find Kate in like

"In my defence, I knew you liked them stupid but this is a whole new level."

Edwina honestly felt sick to her stomach, all the way down, the entire way home, ladened down with some of Kate's favourite things as an apology.

She'd seen how much Kate had liked this guy, her phone practically attached to her hand these days, jittering around all morning, excited about going out tonight, Edwina was fairly certain she'd even bought a new dress, she'd seen her ironing it earlier in the day, forest green and covered in lace and guilt churned her stomach.

She hadn't thought even for a second when she'd made the account that this would happen. She'd been a little tipsy, yes, but she'd also assumed that firstly she and Kate were so different there was no way they could be mistaken for one another. And she'd also just thought if there was any confusion, someone would ask.

And really, she shouldn't have sent this man after Kate, she knew she shouldn't have but, he'd seemed so earnest, when he'd told her that he hadn't wanted her at all, kate really had been the person he wanted, tearing off madly through the shop, scattering people through the shop.

"Hey babe, I'm not gonna be able to go out tonight." Edwina had hissed into her phone as she shuffled home, guilt gnawing at her chest.

"What have you done?" Josie hummed a little suspiciously.

"Why do you assume I've done anything?" She couldn't help but feel a little indignant.

"Because you sound guilty, like that time you put my very expensive eye palette in the wash when you did your sheets."

"I don;t think I like that you know me so well." She mused, cursing as she nearly dropped a bag of donuts. "Kate's... I don't know tinder guy, thought that I was Kate, that was the guy from the other week, and he kind of explained that he wanted it to be her, but he got confused, and anyway she's probably going to be pretty upset when I get home so..."

"I hate to say I told you so, but I did tell you this was a tremendously bad idea." Josie hummed sadly, "But that's not helpful."

"It is not." Edwina huffed, steeling herself as she slipped inside their building.

"Just look after Kate okay? I'll see you tomorrow. Love you!"

"Love you too."

Edwina stared at her front door for a very long moment, keys in hand, coffee in the other, bag of donuts caught between her teeth, her stomach churning, her mother's voice in her head Guilt teaches us how to act next time. Well one thing was for certain, there wasn't going to be a next time.

she nudged the door open steeling herself, and-

Just as she'd expected, there was no one in sight, Kate's bedroom door down the hall firmly closed.

Edwina sighed, hanging up her coat, shuffling towards her sister's door, knocking sharply. Nothing.

"Katie, can you open the door? I'm really sorry, I just want to talk."

Nothing.

"Katie!"

Still nothing.

"I'm coming in there!"

The door swung open, Kate standing there, hair piled high on her head, one eyebrow raised imperiously.

"What are you sorry for?"

It was more aggressive than she'd thought, and really Edwina supposed she deserved that.

"I'm sorry I accidentally catfished a guy you liked with pictures of the two of us when I was drunk?"

Kate stared back at her, arms crossed. "Are you maybe sorry, that after I told you I didn't wanna date anyone you took it upon yourself, and I got humiliated in my favourite coffee shop?"

Guilt swelled in her stomach, "Yes. In my defence, I have brought us donuts in penance."

"You think a donut's going to make up for the fact that he chased me down and told me he never wanted to see me again?"

Edwina's mouth fell open in horror, "Kate I'm so- he told me he liked you and- fuck I'm so-"

And Kate did the very last thing she expected, she laughed. Properly, her head thrown back, eyes shining, wrapping her arms around her for a hug.

"I'm just fucking with you, deep breath little duck."

Relief washed over her as she pulled back, "Are you-? I don't really-?"

A smile was tugging at the corner of Kate's lips , her fingers drumming on her chin a little sheepishly. "So, Anthony, initially thought I was the person he was talking to, and then, because of some comments I made about people generally preferring you to me- which is true-" She cut off Edwina's protest- "He thought I must be you." Kate looked mortified to even be saying it, "Because he... thinks I'm - he told me I'm really pretty and maybe that he's... falling in love with me?"

Edwina's heart was hammering in her chest, a smirk tugging at her lips, "Are you falling in love with him?"

Kate squirmed for a long moment, as though the very last thing she wanted was to be having this conversation, "I don't know, Yeah? And it's stupid because I met him for the first time today and like I was with Jamie for months and I never even thought I could, but I think so?"

Something about it tugged at Edwina's chest oddly, tears pricking at her eyes, "That's great, Katie." Silence between them for a long moment, "You know what this means though right?"

"That you're a dick for making me a tinder and I'm stealing your donut as well? Yeah it does."

"That tinder got you a dick thanks you. But it was means I was right, you definitely like stupid boys." She couldn't help but feel a little indignant, and not just at the impending loss of her donut.

Kate clicked her tongue stepping round her into the living room, Newton trotting delightedly behind her, peering into the brown bag Edwina had left on the table, "He is maybe a little bit stupid, but he's pretty cute, so I'm gonna go out with him tonight."

"And come home tomorrow."

Kate hummed, "mmm Maybe Sunday."

And true to her word, the very next time Edwina saw Kate, was dressed in a pair of jeans, the stilettos she'd left in on Friday, and a Tshirt that said Bridgerton Family Pall Mall Tournament 2021 on it, tugging a very embarrassed looking Anthony into their mother's kitchen on Sunday morning, a smirk on her lips:

"Anthony, you remember Edwina?"

Anthony shifting awkwardly, his arm around Kate's waist, a very satisfied smile on his face.

"No offence, but I'm super glad I'm not dating you."

"Me too, bud. Maybe just ask a girl next time you don't know which one she is."

"I thought it would be rude!"

#thank u next #kathony #anthony x kate #edwina sharma #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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piratefalls · 2 years

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Do you take fic rec requests? If you have any 911 outsider POV fic recommendations, I’d be so so appreciative. Buddie, Madney, general firefam, I’ll take it all 💖💜💙

i hope this is sufficient, and thank you for asking me to make this! i'm always taking requests!

your heart's still smoking (the lines are open) by tuckergreeen

Eddie Diaz is the guy who keeps his cool. Until he doesn't.

Or: Hen thinks Eddie is a bit of an enigma.

got a secret, can you keep it by lecornergirl

Chimney would really like to know which elder deity he’s pissed off in order to end up in this position not once, but twice.

This position being trapped in a conversation, listening to the tipsy, lovesick ramblings of a coworker.

OR: Buck and Eddie both separately confess their feelings to Chimney and ask him to keep them secret. Chimney is not good with secrets.

HIPAA versus the Heart by intotheblue

“Eddie?” Carolynn asks.

“Yeah, my best friend? I’ve told you about him, he’s the one that got shot. He’s been acting weird ever since I broke up with Taylor.”

Oh. Oh no. Surely it’s a coincidence. There has to be more than one Eddie who’s been shot in LA.

“Do you and Eddie work together?” Carolynn asks

“Yeah, we’re partners. Most of the time, anyway. Right now he’s working with Hen, just until Chimney gets back.”

Ah. This is not ideal.

AKA: The one where Buck and Eddie accidentally end up seeing the same therapist

We Were Like a Time-Bomb Set into Motion by HMSLusitania

A week in the life of members of the 118 as they watch Buck and Eddie's completely platonic friendship catch fire. Good thing, then, that they're all firefighters.

Buck and Eddie are the last to know they're in love, and it's gonna take some not so gentle nudging.

woke up the girl who looked just like you, i almost said your name by rarakiplin

“You forgot this at my place,” he says, dropping a set of keys into Eddie’s hand. “Figured you’d need them to get home.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, looking down at his own hand for a second before aiming a grin up at Tommy, who’s got one or two inches on him. “Thanks.”

Tommy’s resulting grin fades into a wince when he glances over Eddie’s shoulder and catches the surprise on Chim’s face. “Sorry, is it, like, disrespectful to wear hats in here? Like in school?” He tugs the beanie off, and he’s got dirty blond curls that tumble loosely over his forehead.

Chim blinks, then blinks again, because with the hair Eddie's...friend almost looks like—No. He can’t look like Buck, actually, because that would be the funniest thing to ever happen in the history of humankind and Chimney would have to quit his job to dedicate the rest of his life to laughing about it.

Or, five times Eddie dates a guy a little too similar to Buck, and one time he dates the real deal.

good love grown by farfromthstars

“Hi,” Buck says, and Albert suddenly feels like an intruder even though he is the one who currently lives here, thank you very much. “Hi,” Eddie says back and yeah, he’s definitely never looked at Albert that way. Or anyone who isn’t Buck, as far as Albert can remember.

living with buck gives albert a front row view to whatever it is buck and eddie have got going on.

Your Name A Promise In My Mouth by kitkatpancakestack

She stood from her desk and hoped the expression on her face resembled something warm and trusting. She faltered a bit when the two men walked through, one brunette and the other blond, both huge and muscular and a bit intimidating. They were dressed in civilian clothes, both in denim, the blond with a LAFD sweatshirt and the brunette wearing a red and black flannel. She zeroed in on the gold wedding bands on their fingers, and took it as a good sign neither had taken there’s off in some show of passive-aggressive defiance.

"So," she said. "Let's start at the beginning."

* Buck and Eddie attend Couple's Therapy, told entirely through the therapist's POV.

the implications of observation by intotheblue

Sometimes, Ravi misses the B shift. It’s not that A shift isn’t great! They are. They’re also just… a little weird.

Like, okay, take Buck. That guy goes from zero to I’m transferring stations real fast.

He’s learning a lot, though, and he likes Captain Nash better than the B shift Lieutenant, so all and all he’s happy with the change. Most days.

Today is not most days.

Today, Ravi is frustrated.

AKA: Ravi is sure something's going on between Buck and Eddie. Inexplicably, no one else can see it.

call you home by ashavahishta

"He’s like, so pretty sometimes I can’t believe he’s real?” He’d rambled once, so tired at the end of shift he was basically drunk with it.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Hen had said patiently, and patted him on the shoulder. “I like girls, remember?”

“He’s built like a Greek god with the face of an angel,” Eddie had argued, a stubborn set to his mouth like he was determined for Hen to believe just how gorgeous his husband was. “Even you couldn’t resist that.”

Or: "Eddie Diaz drinks his 'I fucking love my husband' juice for 6,000 words." OR "5 Times Eddie Told The Firefam About Buck and 1 Time They Actually Met Him".

like a revelation by throughfire

In which Maddie is confused by Buck and Eddie's relationship status, until someone makes her realize that she shouldn't be.

Actually, Truly by MilenaDaniels

Isabel calls to tell them Eddie's been shot on a Thursday afternoon and by lunch on Friday Helena and Ramon are landing at LAX. When they land, they learn Eddie's already home recovering and has been for two weeks.

----

Or, Helena (and Ramon) tries to find a way back into Eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding Buck around every corner she turns.

Does Your Firehouse Know? by allyasavedtheday

In retrospect he thinks he should’ve knocked, which is stupid because it’s a communal space and they all have a bed in there. But for his sanity- yeah, he probably should’ve knocked.

He hadn’t though. He’d opened the door, eyes half on his phone as he’d checked the time to see if Maddie would be feeding Jee, only to stop in his tracks right inside the doorway because-

Because Buck and Eddie were kissing.

No, not even kissing- making out.

“Oh my god,” he blurted out, clapping a hand over his eyes and trying to shield himself from the mental image as he’d stumbled back into the doorframe.

“Oh my god,” Buck exclaimed, sounding horrified.

“Oh my god,” Eddie had added then and the sheer depth of long-suffering exasperation in his voice had been enough to make Chimney peek out from behind his hand.

After Chimney accidentally discovers Buck and Eddie are together they ask him to keep it a secret for a few weeks while they settle into their relationship. It goes about as well as expected.

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

to be his by autumnchills

The truth is that she should have known. She should have known it the second she saw Buck sitting in the waiting room covered in blood. If not then, then she should have gotten the picture when she saw him last night at Eddie’s bedside.

Now, she definitely knows. Seeing Evan Buckley asleep in the hospital waiting room chairs in last night’s clothing is enough for her to know two things.

One is that Buck loves Eddie.

That much is clear to anyone who looks at the man, and anyone who doesn’t see it is as oblivious as Eddie.

━

In the aftermath of Eddie being shot, Ana comes to a realization about her feelings toward the man as well as Evan Buckley’s feelings toward his best friend.

#ugh god this took forever i'm so sorry #i have like two more to do #buddie #buddie fic rec #fic rec #there's...not a ton of outsider pov #(I'm also super picky about the fics I choose to bookmark so maybe it's just me)

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Toxic Turner - part 8

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

you didn't want to spend the rest of the day indoors. you and alex are currently in the car driving to a house in the hills where you were invited to a gathering party with a few friends. you were meeting the guys there, so that felt relieving. it wouldn't just be you and alex all night. in the car, alex decided to make a few rules for you. "don't think about wandering off, ok?" he says, sternly giving you the side eye. you nod. "you are to stay with me or the guys at all times. i don't trust people up here" he tells you. he is paranoid without you, the pair of you are almost glued to one another.

you finally arrive. alex helps you out of the car and the two of you walk to the front door together. you're almost immediately greeted by jamie, who walks you over to the other guys. "hey" you and alex greet the rest of them. you quickly hug them all individually. you hadn't seen them in a while, you missed their company. "where's the booze?" you ask. the guys chuckle at you. "jesus, we just got here" alex frowns at you. "i need a drink" you quietly whine. "it's over there. i'll come with you" miles says as the two of you walk over to the alcohol corner together.

as the two of you were grabbing drinks for yourselves and the guys, miles hands you a cup of alcohol. "taste this" he snickers. you frown with a smirk of wonder on your face, taking the cup from his hands. you smelt it and hesitated. "taste it, go on" he rushes you, giggling. you shrug and go for it. as you take a swig, the burning sensation slid down your throat causing you to cough. miles started to hysterically laugh at you as you're trying to catch your breath, it isn't helping when he's making you laugh too.

after retaining your breath, you finish grabbing the drinks and walk back over to the guys. "here you go. one for you, and one for my handsome man" you say, handing a cup to matt then to alex, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. they say thanks as mikes hands the others their liquor. all of you began to get comfortable at the party. you started to sing and dance with one another until you became tipsy.

the more time that passed, the more intoxicated you got. you found yourself dancing in a corner on your own as you looked around to realize the guys had disappeared. you frowned and continued looking, your vision was blurry. you shrugged it off and continued by yourself to wait for them, until you accidentally bump into a random man and spill his drink.

"hey, what the fuck?" he raises his voice. "i'm sorry" you say, widening your eyes and letting out a small chuckle. you couldn't help it. "it's fine. let me get that" he says, wiping the wet stain from your shirt with his long sleeve. "n-no, that's ok" you say, quickly looking up at him to assure him you were fine. extremely wrong timing.

alex walks over and grabs your arm, yanking you away, causing you to stumble over your own feet. "jesus, alex. stop" you say, pulling back until he stopped. "where did you g-" you begin to ask, he immediately cuts you off. "i told you not to move, and you're over there chatting up some guy" alex raises his voice aggressively, he wasn't quite yelling though.

"what?" you laugh at his stupidity. "one, you never told me not to move, and two, i was not chatting up that guy. i accidentally spilt his dr-" you say, he shuts you up again. "yeah right. you're just a slut that never listens. go fuck yourself" he says, shoving right past you, making you stumble backwards. you watch him walk away with blurred vision. being intoxicated made you feel better. if you were sober, you'd probably be crying by now. you didn't care at all. you went about with the day by yourself.

about two hours passed. alex was nowhere to be seen. he was still at the party, just nobody knew where. you didn't think anything of it, you were too drunk to care. you found yourself in the bathroom with a complete stranger. she was drunk too. "hey, you want some of this?" she slurred, pulling out a small packet of cocaine from her pocket. you drunk-laughed and nodded. the two of you did two lines each. then again, more time passed. you don't even remember most of the afternoon happening. before you knew it, it hit 7pm. you were now high and drunk, dancing with a group of total strangers.

you felt a tight grip on your wrist pull you away from the crowd. "we're going home" alex says. "oh, there you are" you drunkly chuckle as he drags you outside. he already alerted the guys he was leaving, but you didn't want to go. "yeah, here i am. come on" he says moodily. you frown as he's still dragging you to the car, until you yank your hand out of his grip and stand still. "i'm not go..ing home. i'm having fun here" you slur. he notices how drunk you are, he also notices your dilated pupils. he frowns and glares into your eyes, taking a step closer before forcefully grabbing your chin to get a clearer look. his other hand hangs loosely with a half smoked cigarette in between his fingers.

"you're high" he says, shoving your face away. "so what?" you ask, trying to stand still but you stumble over your feet. he helps you regain your balance. "what fucking drugs did you take?" he asks you angrily. "none of your business.. now.. go away" you say, starting to walk back to the door but alex tightly grips your wrist to pull you back, causing you to trip mildly. "tell me now" he intimidatingly says through gritted teeth, bringing his cigarette up to his lips to take a puff.

"i did coke with some.. girl in the bathroom" you say, frowning as you try to remember who the girl even was. you had no idea. you felt a harsh slap on your cheek. you gasp and place your hand on your cheek, giving alex a grim look. "you bad fucking girl" he angrily says. "shut up i can do what i want" you laugh at him. that only makes him angry. you feel your cheek burning beneath your hand. "get in the car." he says calmly with deep anger, like a volcano waiting to erupt. "no" you snicker. he grabs your wrist and yanks you forward, keeping a firm grip on your hand.

"i said get in the fucking car" he says calmly again, about to burst any minute now. "fuck off" you say, giggling at yourself. you made a huge mistake. with his other hand, he brings the cigarette to your bare wrist, pressing it into your skin to burn you. he throws the remaining cigarette on the floor as you wince and pull your arm back. "ow." you say, holding your wrist now. he chuckles to intimidate you. "get in the car" he says, sarcastically smiling at you. you roll your eyes and listen to him. you both get in the car and begin driving home.

the drive was awkward and quiet. all you felt was complete numbness and dizziness in your brain, as well as your cheek and wrist hurting from alex. "that's gonna leave a mark" you frown, fiddling with the burn on your arm. "shut up. it'll go away" he says with no expression or tone. he's like.. calm. but not calm. "i've had enough of your shit. you're not going out again" he says to you. you give him a confused look and ask what he meant. "you're staying in the house from now on" he nods. "what, and just keep me hostage? kidnap me?" you frown at him stupidity.

"exactly that. you can't be trusted. you're a fuck up. you fuck everything up" he says to upset you on purpose. "you're a complete idiot. you can't even have fun without getting yourself into a mess. i wouldn't be surprised if you opened your legs for someone. and if you did that, i'd kill you" he says sternly. he didn't mean the last part... hopefully.

"luckily i didn't bang anyone then, right?" you roll your eyes. he just shakes his head and laughs at you. for the rest of the drive, you both bickered and argued up until you got home. you slammed each door from the car to your bedroom. he leaves you be, he wants you to calm down before building you up again. like a storm on a dry day.

#toxic turner

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Hawks x Reader

You look at the clock in disbelief as the hand strikes twelve. You sat on the couch drinking wine with tears running down your face. Your husband is no where to be found. Again. Its your fourth anniversary and he has not been home at all today. Suddenly you hear the door unlock but you don't even look your just take another sip of your wine. You could tell he was at least tipsy as he stumbles in the house. He looks over to you and see your cup and tear streaked face. Walking closer he realized you’re dressed up and a card lays on the cushion next to her reading happy anniversary. Before he could even speak you start. "Two years. You haven't been here for an event for two years. You've missed even our own daughters birthdays." You say seething with anger. "Y/n listen" he starts. "You know what Kiego?! You can go fuck yourself! Get the hell out!" You scream at hawks throwing his jacket and shoes at him. "Come on Y/N do you really want to end things like this? Please don't give up on me!" He says pleading. "You have missed every single family event the past two years. If you want to drown in a bottle or use work as an excuse, me and our daughter deserve better than that!" You scream while crying. hawks now crying as well sinks to the floor realizing that you wear right. Every single family event for the past two years he has either been working or drinking. "Ill stop drinking babe! I wont ever drink again if that's what you want!" He cries. "I don't want you to do anything but be the man i thought i married. But i cant even trust you to do that considering you're never here" you shout. "Okay y/n ill leave. But i promise you I'm going to do better from here on!" He says walking out the door.you close it behind him and sink to the bottom balling your eyes out. His heart breaks as he hears your cries, the cries that he caused.

He gets in his car and drives to a hotel to give you space. At the hotel he cry's into his bottle of jack thinking about the facts and the facts are her has not been there for his own family. His two year older daughter ember is 3 and he hasn't been to her 2nd or 3rd birthday parties. He's always just told y/n something came up. "I really am a pathetic excuse of a man. My wife is perfect and my daughter is my pride and joy but I still do shit like this. I'm never fucking around when I need to be" he says crying harder. Back at the house y/n pretty much cried herself to sleep. The next day you send him a text telling him to stay away until he can prove to his family that we come first. He gave a simple okay response. You spend the day with ember playing with her and cooking dinner for her. Once you put ember to bed you head to your own room. You lay in bed with no one beside you and the loneliness makes you cry again. "I just wish he was here" you say as you drift asleep.

Six months later:

A few months ago I was strong enough to invite him over for dinner. Ember was with her grand parents as to not be involved in our issues. We made a deal that he would stay at a hotel and every weekend he can come over for dinner. So far he has made more time for our family than he ever has. He even has a glow on him now that he isn't drinking. That's right, he stopped drinking after that night. And tonight after six long and lonely months you really wanted him back home. He invited you out on a date at a nice restaurant and your mom offered to keep ember. You hear the doorbell ring as you make your way down stairs. He's wears a nice pair of pants and a button down. And this is what you have on with your hair in a pony tail.

"Wow... you look stunning babe" he says blushing. "Thank you kiego" you say blushing as well. You both leave and head to the restaurant. Once you are there the staff seat you and bring a bottle of wine. "Oh sir I don't drink thank you though" he says pushing the bottle away. "You sure you don't want any?" You asks. "No love I'm good you enjoy yourself" he says smiling. Impressed you start talking to him about how he's been and how work is. Come to think of it you haven't seen him even look at a drop of alcohol since that night. After a while he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes. "I miss you y/n and I miss ember" he says kissing your hand gently. "We miss you too kiego" you say softly. "I've been thinking a lot and would it be too forward of me to ask if I could stay over tonight?" He asks putting his head down a bit waiting to be rejected again. You have seen his efforts and he really has gotten better. Plus I really do miss him. You think to yourself blushing a bit. "You can come home kiego" you say shyly. His face lit up and he rested his forehead on your hand in relief. "Thank god..." he says as a single tear falls down his face. "C-can I kiss you y/n?" He asks. You grab his blazer and your lips crash onto each other's. You pull away blushing and ask him to take them home. He happily complies and after paying they head home.

As soon as they open the door you pull him into another kiss but this one more aggressive. His wings puff up a bit as things heat up. He takes his blazer off and pulls you close to him deepening your kiss. He pushed your back against the wall sliding his hand up your dress and grabbing your ass. You moans into the kiss at his touch and his mouth slowly moved down to your jawline then neck. Your moans are light as your hands rubs on his arms. "Can I please take you baby? It's been so long and I think I might lose my mind." He asks desperately. "Please kiego" you moan. He picks your up with your legs around his waist and walks you upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks open the door and places you on the bed with him between your legs. His mouth attacking your neck desperately searching for your voice. As your hands feel all over one another his head trails down to your panties and he licks your clit through the fabric making your body tingle a bit. "Don't tease me baby... please, I really need it" you say squirming. He smirks "As you wish baby" and slides your panties to the side and he begins to devour you. "Fuck~!” You moan as you tug on his hair a bit from the pleasure but also trying to show resistance. You use your hand to muffle your moans but this made him stop completely. He looks up at you with feral eyes. "I haven't touched you in over 6 months baby... move that fucking hand and let me hear you." He growls at you. His eyes even looked different as if he was truly an animal And you were his prey. You do as your told and slowly move your hand. He wastes no time going back to his meal. His hands now gripping your thighs to keep you in place as he slides his tongue inside you. "K-kiego ngh yes baby~" you moan loudly as you squirm under him.

He repeatedly moves his muscle in that motion and slurping you up as he pulled out. "I fucking missed you dove... your taste is even more delicious" he groans as he gently sucks on your clit. Your hips buck into his mouth as pleasure consumes you making you feel like melting into him. Minutes went by like this as you’re edged closer and closer. His mouth creating lewd noises as you gush over and over again. But soon to feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of your soul. Your moans slowly becoming whimpers. "I can feel it baby... cum for me dove" he groans as he laps at your throbbing pussy. Your breathing becoming quite heavy as he worked for your juices. "I-I I'm cumming ki- fuuuck" you moan wildly as he laps up your cum faster than it can come out of you. He suddenly takes one of his feathers making it sharp and cuts off both of your clothes before he lines himself up with your pussy. He shoves himself completely inside you unexpectedly causing you to cum again. Your mind melting as you clentch hard around him. He looks at you and leans down to your face. "Did my baby just cum from me putting it in?" He smirks. You nod shaking as your hands wrap around his neck. Without another word you kiss him deeply as he starts thrusting into your tight pussy. "I-I'm so sorry baby I can't control myself" he growls as he then pulls out of you and aggressively flips you on all fours and shoving himself back into you. You cry out in pleasure as he pounds into you at inhumane speeds. His hand digging into your hip and the other gripping your arm behind your back. You feel another climax close as your skin collides over and over again.

Feeling you grip him tighter he slows down a bit but slams into you as hard as he can again and again. "Yes! Yes! Yes baby aaahhh Break me!!!!" You cry out and after a few thrusts like that you begin to squirt all over the bed. He stops amazed at what just happened. "Damn baby... I didn't know you could do that" he says blushing. You couldn't speak just moan and pant. "Let's try that again shall we?" Flipping you on you back and lifting your hips to meet his while you upper body still on the bed. "This time I wanna see it" he says licking his lips. He slides back in and goes at it like he never left. He loved the way you looked right now. Feral and completely destroyed because of him. He drools at the sight of your wet pussy being filled by him, by the way your breasts bounced harshly because of his thrusting. Your completely a mess under him barely being about to say anything besides incoherent words and whimpers. Soon you feel that strange sensation again as you neared another orgasm. "Ki! Aahh daddy~" you cry out as you grip his thighs. "Do it baby!" He moans and with that you being to squirt all over his lower stomach, cock and legs. This time much more intense as your mind went hazy for a few moments. He doesn't stop though and thrusts into a few more times before slowing down and running his hand on your stomach. "I think it's time we gave ember a sibling~" he moans. Your eyes weakly looked at his and all you could do was smile. He thrusts into you one final time as his shoots his cum deep in your womb. "God b-baby you feels so good" he moans as his cock twitches inside your throbbing pussy. You both catch your breath before cleaning up the bed and yourselves before falling asleep.

The next morning the sun beams through the room as you wake up. Kiego sleeping peacefully next to you. You kept thinking about last night blushing from what he said about giving ember a sibling. "Well if that's true then maybe I should help him out achieving that goal" you think to yourself smirking. You knew he was a heavy sleeper so you crawl between his legs and slipped his boxers off. You grab his already hard cock and slowly pump him causing his muscles to jump a bit. After a few pumps you slowly lick around the tip and suck on it softly. He moans in his sleep and his breathing pattern become irregular. You then smirk and shove him completely in your throat quickly and wastes not a moment deep throating him. He wakes up moaning loudly pulling back the blanket staring at you with a red face. "B-baby what ahh~" his moans not allowing him to speak properly. You ignore him and climb on top slowly sinking yourself down on him. His head falling back into the bed from the pleasure. You roll your hips into his instead of bouncing making both of you moan aloud. You pull him back up and wrap your hands around his neck while he’s gripping your waist. His mouth sucking on your neck harshly leaving marks everywhere his tongue danced. "I'm so close baby~" he moans into you and he thrusts into you. You throw your body back and grip his thighs as you bounce on his cock forcing your skin to slap against his own.

His grip tightens as he nears his climax. Your pace quickens as you chase your own climax as well. "Feels s-so good daddy~" you moan into the air as you clench around him. "Shit dove I-I'm gunna cum" he moans as sweat beads on his forehead. "Fill me up d-daddy. I want it deep inside~" you moan as you cum hard on his cock. He fucks you back harder and soon after he feels himself about to cum. "Fuck yes baby! Mmmmph shiiit~" he growls as his cum fills you deep. You lean forward keeping him inside you and kiss him passionately. He grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss slipping his tongue in. He pulls back and looks into your wild eyes panting. "What's gotten into you?" He says. "You said you wanted to give ember a sibling so I thought I'd help you out" you say smirking. He laughs a bit before kissing you again. "Then let's spend the day making sure we achieve that goal. What do you say love?" He says as he gets hard again still inside you making you moan. "Yes daddy" you say.

#mha lemon #hawks x reader #mha smut #writing #fanfic #wing hero hawks #hawks smut #hawks #bnha #bnha x reader #kiego x reader #kiego takami

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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A weird request but I'm shooting my shot: Kohga did such a good job of shapeshifting into Urbosa in AoC... any chance he'd try to do it again just to see what it's like to fuck in a female-presenting body? 😅

Oooooh this is a SPICY idea. You guys have such good ideas, it's impossible to get anything else done around here. Let me tell you how I'D think it'd go.

Kohga loved men. Big, burly men who could throw him across the room like a rag doll, fuck his ass into oblivion, and only call him back when they wanted another spin. Unfortunately, getting fucked was growing tiresome. Wild of HIM to say, he was aware. But as he sat there at a stable, drinking and being alone, he realized; there were so many men here, and while he could charm his way into their pants, he wanted to mix it up. Then it occurred to him. He could go for the straight boys. The cuties who'd give their boots up for a chance to talk to a girl. So.

Why not BE just that dream girl for a night? Finishing off his drink, he walked out of the stable, and stepped foot outside. He used the tranquil river water as a mirror, and sgape shifted into Urbosa.

"Er...maybe not her. If she found out, not even Sooga could save me. Let's keep the base, change a few things here…"

Long, red hair, right up to the ass (Kohga was most saddened to see this go, but unfortunately Gerudo women could NOT handle that kinda power), held up in a simple ponytail. Nice, full nose, plush pink lips, and of course, those trademark gerudo hips. Couple that with a nice red skirt (long enough to cover, but not completely. Men loved some leg), and a nice top piece that BARELY pardoned itself from being a bra. He had to hand it to himself, he got CANS. A little bit of jewelry, some heels, and he looked BEGGING to get fucked.

"Alright….'Kiki', let's get you some dick. Kiki sounds right. Assuming they'll even remember me past these titties."

He walked back inside, casually, and holy SHIT did he get looks. Starved boys eager for a meal, and Kohga was SERVING. He fought the urge to grin, and put up a docile front. Gerudo women were strong, fierce, but not this one. At least, not yet. He wanted to draw these poor unfortunate souls in before he showed any of his true colors.

"Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but may I sit with the three of you? I hate to be all by my lonesome."

Watching them scatter to get him a chair was hilarious, he nearly busted up laughing. The cute one with white hair beat them to it though, and Kohga nodded in appreciation.

"Thank you. That was terribly sweet of you."

A little scratch to the chin nearly sent the guy to the floor. How cute. One of the men tried not to sound too giddy, but he failed.

"So! What's your name? And how come you're here by yourself?"

"Kiki. And I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but...well. That was hours ago. I wanted to walk back home, but it's so cold, and it's so far...I didn't want to be alone."

Course that riled them up. A beautiful woman, heart broken and lonely? Straight guys ate that bullshit up like pigs to slop.

"What?! No way, someone stood you up?"

"What an idiot!"

"And rude! Giving such a pretty lady a hard time!"

"Would I deserve a hard time if I wasn't beautiful?"

He watched as the red headed guy stammered, worried he fucked up, before Kohga tossed his head back and laughed, lightly swatting his hand.

"Oh come on, I'm just giving you a hard time!"

The three of them chuckled in relief, and Kohga couldn’t believe he was just. SO charming, form be dammed. He folded one leg over the other, and noticed their eyes followed. No one could REALLY resist gerudo legs.

"So what are YOU three doing here on your own? Waiting on your lady friends?"

They all went silent on that question, and he faked surprise. No shit they were single. Only whores wanted these losers, cute as they were (he was the whore, case there was any confusion there).

"Sa'oten! You three absolute adorable voes? All alone? Well. Least that means no one will be upset with me if I do this."

He scanned over his pick of the litter, and decided on the one with long, brown ish hair. He was a bit thin from being a dream boat, but he was honestly pretty damn cute. He held onto that sharp chin, and pulled him into a nice, long kiss. He kept it slow, smooth, really putting on a show for the other two. How greedy their eyes were. He peeled away from him, not even trying to hide his massive grin. They gawked at him, completely stunned that some gerudo woman was suddenly all over them. He fixed his smudged makeup, before folding his arms over his chest, right under his massive rack.

"Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm rather parched. Which of you boys wants to buy me a drink?"

You've never seen three men raise their hands up so quickly in all your life.

"No please, I do believe I've had enough!"

'Kiki' laughed, swatting away another offer for a drink. He made these three send so many rupees on him. Drinks, flowers, and lots, and lots of food. He couldn’t help it. The way they threw themselves at her at any opportunity just made him absolutely giddy. Though he was happy he cut himself off, less he be too tired for the REAL main course of the night. After some pretty eyes (and a mourning wallet), Kohga got them to pay for a room, just for the four of them. Course, Kiki was far too tipsy to walk there on her own, so they had to help her into the large, plush bed. In reality he just wanted to be carried, but hey, he deserved the special treatment.

"Oh...Sarqso. You three made my night much less lonely."

He could tell these guys were lost. They didn't know if she was inviting them to join, so Kiki had to make it rather obvious. He un did the strap to the bra, before peeling it away, and letting it fall to the floor. God, he really did give himself a pair of double D's, even he had to take a quick second to admire them. He pointed to the one who hadn't gotten any affection all night (a cute stable hand with messy, messy hair), and gestured him forward.

"Please. Allow me to return the favor."

He hesitated, clearly nervous, before Kiki took his hands, and placed them right at her chest. Granted Kohga wasn't much of a chest guy, but it seemed unfair to NOT let them play with them. And play with them he did. He cupped and massaged at her chest, all while Kiki raked her fingers through his hair. Such a cute boy. She turned her glance to the other two, and she sighed, as if full of woe.

"I don't think he'll let me reach over to take off the rest of these pesky clothes. Would one of you be a dear and-"

The white haired man jabbed the other in the gut, beating him to the bed. It made Kiki laugh, and she helped him by lifting her legs. Off came the skirt, and the pretty little panties. A nice patch of red hair highlighted that fair, dark skin. Kohga just couldn’t stop being fine. She no longer felt the need to bark orders, and let the boys do as they pleased. For now. One kept playing with her tits, occasionally suckling on them, one kept rubbing his tongue over hers, and the last fellow was copping a good feel for her legs. She chuckled as she parted the kiss, gliding her hand across his scalp, before getting a handful of that nice, red hair.

"Hmmm...you boys are excited. I like that, really I do. Now, pants down, let me see my new toys."

She had no problems playing with her breasts as motivation, occasionally pinching and flicking at her own nipples. She wanted to drool. A cock with an upward curve, one that was straight, and one that seemed to curve downward. Fun variety. She ended up with the upwards curvy one, and the white haired man had no qualms rubbing it in their faces. He loomed over her, rubbing his hard cock against her clit, making Kiki jump a bit. That was...sensitive. He looked at her confused, before she giggled.

"Sorry, guys usually hit it from the back, so this is a first. Don't do me gentle though, I'm a real tough cookie."

He nodded, pushing his tip inside those wet pussy lips. It was enough for her to arch her back, biting her bottom lip. Oh, he was going to get fucked SO good. He started to move slowly, letting her get used to him, before she motioned for the other two.

"Come on, I still have a mouth and a hand for you boys~"

The red head and his little friend rose to the opportunity. Hell, bed head made it more fun by riding her pretty face. Not just shoving his whole cock down her throat, not JUST shoving those balls in her face, but letting him toy with her huge, perfect titties. Kiki used her free hand to stroke the other cock in her hand, and she was in heaven. Her lips sucked and slurped at cock, smearing lipstick and drool all over it, her hand pumped that cock in her hand, and her pussy seemed to welcome the steady thrusts of a nice, full cock.

"Come on boys, be a bit MEAN to me here!"

Kiki complained, pulling her face away from the nice, throbbing cock for a moment. She was about to talk so much more shit, before the boys started to take the hint. One started to slap and yank at her breasts, one rubbed her clit in fast, aggressive circles, and one wrapped his hands around her throat, forcing her to gag and slobber all over that cock. She could feel drool dribble down her face, feel her pussy juices soak onto the sheets, and she even found her titties slick with little dribbles of her own milk. You'd think, as a gay man, this would be super gross.

You'd be wrong. Getting throat fucked, getting a new hole absolutely RAMMED, not to mention huge, slick breasts that seemed irresistible to a good suckling, Kohga was in absolute heaven. So much so that when the man above her pulled away, letting her breathe, she was moaning like a total whore.

"Oh you boys are BAD. Come on, fuck me. Cover me in all that hot cum, shove it right inside of me too. I want to taste how hungry you boys are for me, I wanna feel your hot cream inside of me. So pull up your FUCKING girdles, and FUCK ME."

Kiki was a VERY demanding woman. And despite the submissive posture, she was VERY much in charge. They kept as she commanded, harder, faster, swears under their breaths, the room filled with the yummy sound of horny, lust filled men. Then they came. Oh they came. Kiki felt a load shoved in her throat, felt ribbons of cum land on her tits and her stomach, and finally, finally, cum right into her pussy. Kohga held his legs nice and high for that, crying out in relief. Oh, so much thick, delicious cum from those nice, juicy cocks. They sat there, throwing their seed at her, before they seemed to pull away. Kiki finally found her breath, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh...you boys needed that. All this tasty cum, just for me."

Kiki pushed them off of her, before getting on her hands and knees, shaking her butt from side to side.

"Now. I want one under me, one in the back, and one in the front."

There was no movement, and she slammed her fist into the wall beside her.

"Dicks. Now."

In both arousal and fear, they gave her what she wanted. One snaked underneath her, pushing his cock into her already stuffed hole, while one pushed himself right into her ass. Now THAT was an all too familiar sensation. She chuckled, massaging the balls in front of her.

"Oh, and spank me. Lots of spanking. I want it to-ooh!"

Kiki didn't wait long before an open palm struck her bare ass. She giggled, shoving her face against the cock in front of her.

"Ooh you are a MEAN boy. Do it again, mark my ass-oh shit!!~"

One thing Kohga and Kiki had in common; they both LOVED a good, hard spanking. That, and the notion of LOTS more cum. And neither were scared to work for it.

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Kiki looked back at the slumbering pile of men next to her. Five rounds each, she pulled a nice fifteen loads from these horny lil puppies. Not too bad for Kiki, but for Kohga? Bit on the weak side. Kiki was just as cruel though; making them kiss each other for her, making them lick and slurp at her cum soaked pussy- they did everything she wanted. She fixed herself up a bit, lapping any cum she had left on her face (no wasting food here), and tossing her useless panties on the pile of slumbering men. Just for something for them to fight over later, before walking out of the stable. Sooga was there, just how he commanded.

"There you are! I'm ready to go home!"

Sooga looked her up and down, questionably.

"May I ask...why?"

"Can't I just look pretty? Besides, I'm finally your height now!"

Kiki wrapped her arms around him, stuffing his face in her bust. He groaned, raising a hand in objection.

"I MUCH prefer Master Kohga’s chest, if you don't mind."

Kohga giggled, leaping into his arms and turning back to his usual, perfect self.

"You want Kohga’s chest, eh? Come on, let's go home. I'm in the mood to indulge you a little, Soogy~"

Kohga was FAR from done for tonight.

#asks #kohga #lemon #listen #kohga would lowkey be into getting milked

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kuronanox · 4 years

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Different views - Kensei Muguruma

"Stop being so shy and tell him!" Matsumoto encourages (Your Name) as she sighs and grabs a fistful of her hair. "I HATE MEN!" She screams as Kira nods in agreement and Shuhei sit across from them awkwardly.

"GO GO GO OR ELSE ILL TELL MUGURUMA TAICHO MYSELF!" Kira's flush face offers as he slams his hands on the table causing the sake to spill. "Oi! The drinks is expensive you know!" Shuhei lectures catching the small shot glasses in mid air. "WHAT ABOUT YOU KIRA?!" Matsumoto shouts grabbing his shirt and tugging him towards her. "Everyone knows how you feel about Hinamori!"

"Ya ya ya! NOO I don't want my death bed by Hitsugaya Taicho." He crosses his arms as Shuhei attempts to help a very drunk Kira sit up after. (Your Name) just watches the scene and sulks in the corner this night was suppose to be fun but the only ones having fun is Kira and Matsumoto. She sighs and thinks about how her and Kensei relationship turned to friends with benefit rather than a couple as she hoped for.

It was about a year and a half ago, it was the New Years Festival (Your Name) drank to much alcohol on a empty stomach not realizing how fast it was going to hit her. She was lit though, dancing with everyone and making new friends. She was so drunk she attempt to kiss Yumichika and he allowed his cheek since he was probably gay anyways. That's what her problem was, she was so open and lusty when she was drunk.

"Kiss?" She asks Matsumoto as she gave a kiss to her and Hinamori even snatching one from Renji. Of course his face got so red he had to walk away. "(Your Name) you can't go around and keep asking people for kisses." Kensei lectures her and sighs as she pouts and crossed her arms. "You are just upset that I didn't ask one from you." She jokes and he lightly hits her head. "No stupid, I'm not trying to catch anything."

"MY MOUTH IS CLEAN!" She shouted and joined Ikkaku in another round of a drinking game. By the end of the night everyone was pretty sauced and making their ways back to their barracks. (Your Name) saw that everyone was slowly going home and she decided that she needed to head back home or else she was going to black out.

"God damn I can barely stand." She whines using the wall for support looking around for help because everything was blurry. Kensei sets Shuhei and Mashiro in their rooms and goes back to the party to help other members of his squad just in case they were to drunk to get back. As he expected he catches (Your Name) trying to walk back home. "Come on." He offers his hand as she looks up at her captain and takes it. "Captain, I don't think I can walk." She slurs as he clicks his teeth and picks her up so she was on his back. "I guess this is how Yachiru feels everytime she's on Zaraki Taichos back." She half jokes and silently falls asleep on his back.

"Oi don't fall asleep, I don't know where you live." He says and looks to see she is fast asleep, he sighs and takes her back to his place. After placing her on a extra futon he had Kensei makes his own a little further from her.

After a few hours of deep slumber (Your Name) wakes up and looks at her surroundings, it was unfamiliar to her. She turns to her side and sees Kensei fast asleep. "Huh? I guess I blacked out. Awe Captain is going to kill me when I'm in better shape." She shrinks still kinda drunk from a couple hours ago.

'The moon is still high.'

Laying down she scoots closer to Kensei attempting to warm herself from the cold winter night. After a few attempts she couldn't get comfortable and sits up. Going through his cabinets she saw there was extra blankets. "How can Captain sleep in this cold weather!" She says and grabs two. One for her and one for Kensei.

Placing the heavy comforter on him he awakens by shifting around him and he grabs her arms rather roughly. "Ow!" She shouts as his eyes widen. "(Your Name)?" Kensei questions as she rubs her armed that was grabbed from him in his sleep. "Sorry Captain it was cold so I got more blankets."

"Are you still drunk?" He asks because her face was still red and her words still a bit slurred. "Yes, but I am able to function again." She admits, hugging herself from the cold breeze that flew in. Noticing her gesture for warmth he looks to see he only gave her a thin sheet to sleep in.

"Are you cold?"

"No shit Captain!" She rolls her eyes as he knits his brows and clicks his teeth. "Sassy." Kensei says while opening up his spot next to him. (Your Name) stares at it hesitantly before climbing in the cover with him. At first it was awkward because he wrapped his body around hers to warm them up. She was still wide awake and turned to face him.

They stared at each other for a fat minute till she leaned in and placed her lips onto Kensei's rough ones. It was a small kiss till he pulled in and kissed her back in a more aggressive and needy way. Flipping (Your Name) onto her back and climbing on top of her he caressed her sides as her breath hitched from his touch. "Mhn." She moaned into his mouth as he separates their lips and gave her neck some attention. Grabbing a fistful of his hair she moaned in pure bliss as Kensei bit onto her neck as she squirmed by the rough gesture but he held her in place as he sucks the rough patch he bit. "K-ken-Kensei." She moaned out as he groaned in her ear.

"I'm sorry (Your Name)." He says then letting her go as she felt rejected from his warmth and kisses. "Why did you stop?"

"I don't take advantage of drunk women." He says as she shakes her head. "I'm not that drunk."

Kensei looks at her she was beautifully flushed and he couldn't tell if she was lying or just embarrassed. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

(Your Name) cringed thinking about the first night they had sex, after that night they made it official that everything they did was just for their own benefit and they had no relationship status. The first year was fine, they act like nothing happen and it wasn't awkward or anything between them.

Slowly Kensei started opening up to her and even sleeping with her after those sessions they had instead of leaving like he usually did. On some occasion he would invite her over and they wouldn't have sex but just for some company. A few times they cooked together at his place and watched a few movies he really liked back when he was living in the human world.

It fell apart for (Your Name) when she realize that she was catching feelings for Kensei her captain and the worse part of it was that he didn't return them. He already made it known when they first started that this thing they were doing was for their own individual pleasure.

As time passed by they started learning what each individual liked in bed, luckily for her they both were into rough sex. But recently he was not as rough but more slow and passionate. It confused (Your Name).

"Ugh stop it!" She says walking back with Shuhei back to the barracks. She was on his back as he looked up and questioned what was wrong.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" She reassured as she looks up to see Kensei waiting outside infront of their barracks. "Taicho?" Shuhei says as Kensei sighs and shakes his head.

"(Your Name) how many times I told you to pace yourself when you drink?"

She looks down as Shuhei apologizes because he was also tipsy and not sober. Kensei walks them both home and drops off Shuhei first then (Your Name), she knew he was angry but tried not to show it. "Are you mad at me?" She asks him as he places her onto her bed. "It's fine (Your Name)." He says before leaving her. She sighs and falls down before sleeping.

The next week she didn't talk to Kensei much, he avoided her sometimes and didn't acknowledge her presence half the time. He only called her for training and paperwork but either then that they didn't speak. She was getting upset that he was acting the way he was to her. She wasn't dating him so why was he so upset?

"Can we talk?" She says to him as he went through papers on his office. "About?" Kensei asks raising a brow and crossing his arms now. "You are mad at me." She simply stated as he gave her a straight answer. "Yes I am."

"Well why are you mad at me?" She says staying the obvious slapping her hands into the air looking for answers.

"(Your Name) you realiz-" he started but was interrupted when a squad member barged into the room to say there is a emergency meeting for all captains and vice captains. He dismisses and tells (Your Name) to meet him at his place tonight.

"Ahh!" She moans as he roughly held onto her neck for support as he thrust into her. He came back stressed and upset but before she could ask what was wrong he slammed her against the wall and claimed her mouth with his. Now they were on the bed as he aggressively took out his anger into each thrust as she held on for dear life screaming his name. "Fuck." He says and flips her onto all fours.

"Ken-" (Your Name) says but he ignores her and places one arm around her neck to secure her from moving and pulls her hair with the other free hand he had so she was staring at him as he thrust into her. The sound of clapping turned him on each time their skin slapped as he groaned and she screamed. "Damn." He says as (Your Name) was left with her back arched all the way and her mouth was parted and she looked at him with lustful eyes. 'So fucking beautiful.' Kensei says in his thoughts and chokes her harder as she pleas under him.

"Ke-Kensei I can't." She says as a safe word and he realizes that he was choking her kinda hard as she holds her throat and coughs a little bit. "I'm sorry did I hurt you?" He worriedly asks as she faces him with tears in her eyes.

"You've never been this rough before, what's wrong?" She asks as he felt bad for making her tear up. "I don't know." He admits.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore?" (Your Name) tells him as he sits next to her and places a blanket around her naked body. "What's wrong? Am I being to rough?"

"It's not that, it just.... I've had feelings for you the last few months and I don't wanna keep sleeping with you knowing you don't return the feelings and me ending up with a cold bed every night." She shamelessly admits hugging her two legs towards her.

Kensei doesn't saw a word for a while and says "I was angry at you because you were drunk and Shuhei was tipsy."

(Your Name) looks up confused and tilts her head. "But I-"

"I know you tend to get really touchy with people when you are drunk and Shuhei was also not sober so the thought of you guys doing something made me angry because I also.... I also like you." Kensei admits as she widens her eyes and he looks away from her.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I didn't know how, I thought you were in it for the sex only, but I started to open up to you and you genuinely were interested and was there for me. Even when I showed my hollow mask I thought you were going to run away from this monster I have in me but you didn't.... I realized then that this was the girl I wanted to be with."

She sighs and leans against Kensei, relief and a smile on her face. "You idiot."

Kensei hugs her bare body and smiles back. "Now that we know how we feel about each other you don't have to feel down anymore." He reassures and gives a small peck on the lips.

"I agree." (Your Name) says and straddles his hips. "So let's continue where we left off at."

"Oh?" Kensei smirks and holds her hips firmly, getting ready for a night filled with adventures.

#Bleach #bleachbravesouls #kensei #kensei muguruma #Shuhei Hisagi #kira izuru #Matsumoto Rangiku #anime #bleach oneshot #bleach oneshots #bleach x reader #bleach one shots

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years

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Pt.5

"You're flashy again today!" Charlie said appreciatively to Guerin, who had opted for blue lipstick, dangly earrings and a yellow cropped sweatshirt over leggings and chunky black boots.

"Well yeah, we're gonna be in a private room so I'm taking advantage of not having to hide!" Guerin posed by poking her cheek paired with a pouty smile. Charlie grinned to see her friend looking cheerful.

"Well you look great."

"I look great? Look at youuuuu!" Guerin crowed, "Boy better watch out, you look on fleek." She dipped into english to adequately express admiration for her friend.

"Stop you're too much." Charlie rolled her eyes at how over the top Guerin was being, but it still made her happy cause despite how obnoxious it was she was being genuine with her opinion.

"Never." Guerin linked arms with Charlie, "Do you know where we're going?" The girls had met at the station closest to the karaoke place that had been chosen by A.C.E and would meet the group there. Charlie led the way, familiar with Guerin's legendarily poor sense of direction. She texted Jun to let them know when they arrived. Once inside Guerin chose two beers to bring in with them.

"We'll need these for bravery. If we wanna sing in front of those five." She said sensibly.

"I could use a drink but I'm not going to sing." Charlie accepted the beer.

"That's fine, but if you wanna do a duet later I'm here for you." Guerin winked.

Just then Chan appeared in the lobby, "Did you two get lost? You're taking forever." He said.

"Hey, don't talk to your elders like that." Guerin said, undermining herself by sticking out her tongue as they moved to follow him.

"Sorry Guerin-Noona, Charlie-Noona." Chan pouted at the older women, causing Guerin to immediately melt and coo at him.

"You are so weak." Charlie teased her friend as they made their way into the assigned room.

"It's true I'm the softest. Hey everyone!" Guerin called out, waving to the rest of A.C.E as they joined them. "Awww you had the same idea we did!" She commented on the assortment of drinks already gathered on the table in the center of the room.

"Charlie, you look great!" Donghun piped up after everyone had finished their greetings. Maybe it's because Guerin was looking for it, but she caught Jun go from looking and smiling at Charlie to shooting Donghun a surprised expression at his compliment.

"Thanks." Charlie said shyly, "It's nothing much." Her outfit was a simple hoodie and jeans but she had left her freshly dyed hair down, apparently the vibrant pink and purple was a hit.

"Nothing much. Pshaw. you are the belle of the ball." Guerin threw an arm around her friend, tapped her beer to Charlie's and the two of them started with their first drinks of the night.

The seven started off restrained enough but after a few songs Guerin insisted that without Queen it wasnt worth coming out so she sang Don't Stop Me Now which got everyone more riled up despite her not quite hitting every note. Seyoon got particularly aggressive with the tambourine during a flailing dance off so Guerin had to disarm him but otherwise no one was hurt. Charlie even joined in after a few drinks and sang Spice Girls and Backstreet boys much to the amusement of A.C.E and with Guerin acting as her solo hype team and yelling along.

After about an hour they flopped down for their first break as Jun, Chan and Seyoon hurried to the front to order snacks and more drinks.

"Jun was right, this is fun!" Charlie exclaimed happily.

"I've found the perfect song for us to do next! Will you sing it with me?" Guerin scooted over to Charlie, showing her the selection.

"Oh... oh yes. Definitely." Charlie nodded, the alcohol in her system making her bold.

Donghun leaned slightly across Charlie to try and peak at the song choice but Guerin snatched it away. Charlie blushed at the proximity of Donghun being so close. Sure she liked Jun but that didn't make her blind. Or sober. The other three returned, Jun came in first seeing Donghun and frowning as the two seemed to separate quickly. Byeongkwan tried to take the song selecter from Guerin for a peak and she jumped away from him.

"Noona what is it, let me see!" Byeongkwan said, reaching again.

"No, it's a surprise!" She twisted away from him and collided with Seyoon who had fortunately just set the snacks he was carrying down. His hand automatically went to her arms to steady her as the two stumbled.

"Oh shit" she was shocked into english for a moment, "Seyoonie I'm sorry are you okay?"

Before he could answer Guerin felt Byeongkwan reaching for the song selecter again and she yanked it instinctively away from him, which moved her closer to Seyoon. He used her momentum to pull her closer to him, but switching to look at Byeongkwan.

"Stop antagonizing her, at this rate she'll accidentally kill me." Seyoon said with a grin. Guerin tsked and pulled away from him. She had enjoyed feeling his hands on her and being so close to him, but she while she may have been too tipsy to make a snarky comeback with that level of distraction, she wasn't drunk enough to act on it.

"It's not my fault she's not watching where she's going." Byeongkwan shrugged.

Jun had surreptitiously settled in Guerins abandoned spot next to Charlie and was offering her another drink.

"Noona do you have a song picked out?" Chan asked, opening a bag of chips.

"Oh yes! Charlie is gonna sing with me!" Guerin spun and held her hand out to her friend who got up to join her. Jun looked disappointed for a moment until Guerin started the song choice. A.C.E all laughed and cheered as Take Me Higher came over the speakers.

The two women had a grand time singing along heartily, eagerly using the two dance moves they knew from the performance (poorly) and freestyle dancing the rest (also poorly). Guerin also mixed in randomly singing to each member of A.C.E, but she stopped when she sang the lyrics "I want you, I need you, say you love me" to Seyoon who had a big grin that started to falter. She threw herself back into the song and the two wrapped up with big cheers from the audience. Charlie flopped back into her seat between Donghun and Jun while Guerin sat next to Byeongkwan at the end of the couch.

"That was amazing!" Jun cheered and clapped loudly, giving Charlie a standing ovation.

"I'm glad you guys liked it." Charlie beamed up at him.

"Noona, maybe you could come to our dance practice sometime, before you try that again in public." Byeongkwan suggested to Guerin.

"Do you want to die?" She joked, throwing her arm around him and pulling him into a healock, but completely unable to keep a straight face.

"Aah, I'm kidding I'm sorry!" Byeongkwan tapped at her arm.

"Charlie you sing really well!" Donghun said. Guerin noticed him lean in closer to her friend as Jun's smile faded a bit, eyes moving back and forth between the two.

"Stop, I'm not a singer." Charlie protested.

"No really! We should sing a song together." Donghun pressed.

"Nooo you'll make me sound so bad." She waved her hand in protest, "Really you're being too nice."

Donghun took hold of her waving hand, "I'm serious, let's-"

Before he could finish his sentence Jun grabbed her hand away from Donghun and pulled her up toward him, he held her hand tightly, staring at Donghun, then moving his eyes to Charlie, "I like you. I don't want to see him flirt with you like that."

Charlie was flabbergasted. Her mouth worked as her mind caught up to what had just happened. Byeongkwan tapped lightly on Guerins arm, she had forgotten she was holding him as things unfolded and she quickly let him go but no one said anything else.

"I'm sorry to bring it up so suddenly but-" he suddenly couldn't speak anymore as Charlie took his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Jun looked shocked.

"Sorry, I like you too. I got carried away." She looked down suddenly shy again but Jun beamed, pulled her chin up and kissed her again. Guerin, Byeongkwan and Donghun both cheered and bounced up. Seyoon had a big smile on his face, Chan looked shocked with a somewhat vacant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry Jun-ah, but you weren't doing anything so I thought I'd egg you on." Donghun clapped both of them on the back. Jun shot him a glare, "That's great so you can stop forever now." Guerin resisted bouncing over to Charlie and forced herself to sit back down. Seyoon scooted over to her.

"Did you know about this?" He asked, still smiling and watching.

"Well I knew Charlie liked him, but I wasn't sure about Jun." She looked at Seyoon, "Did you know?"

"Yeah, he talked to us." He responded.

"He wasn't sure he'd ever act on it, and if he did this wasnt in his plan." Chan piped up, laying across Seyoon to join the conversation.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking, singing and dancing. And, in the case of Charlie and Jun, holding hands and smiling at each other. Even Guerin with her high tolerance for alcohol managed to get well into tipsy by the time they were ready to wrap up.

"Are you okay getting home?" Charlie asked her friend, concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'll just take a taxi or something." Guerin waved off her friend. She had heard Jun asking Charlie to get a coffee somewhere so they could talk and there was no way she was going to interrupt that. The two of them went their separate way, A.C.E held back until Guerin was able to flag down a taxi and get in before they headed off to their dorm.

"She was kind of drunk, think she'll be okay?" Donghun, peaked backwards concerned.

"Yeah, cabs can be creepy especially toward women." Byeongkwan added.

Chan looked genuinely concerned, "Normally I wouldn't worry about her but..."

"You guys go ahead without me." Seyoon peeled off and ran back to the taxi, stopping it and sliding into the backseat.

"Idiots. All of them." Donghun shook his head.

"What are you doing?" Guerin asked in surprise as Seyoon slid into the seat next to her.

Seyoon thanked the driver and apologized to him before answering Guerin, "Just making sure you get home safe. You never know these days." He said with a shrug.

"You're silly." She scoffed, "But that's very considerate of you, thank you."

They were quiet for a minute before Guerin spoke again, "Tonight was so much fun, thanks for letting Charlie and I crash your party."

Seyoon laughed, "It was never our party. Jun planned this after he invited Charlie and you."

Guerin covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loud, "He is slick." She giggled.

"It was fun anyway. We have fun when you're around." Seyoon said offhandedly looking at Guerin.

She smiled shyly then reach up to cover his eyes with her hand, "You have such an unsettling habit of staring directly at people." She laughed nervously trying to cover up her own reaction to the direct eye contact. He reached for her hand and pulled it down so she could see him still looking at her.

"You don't want me to look at you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows to accentuate his curious smile.

"I don't mean it like that. It's just a lot to look at you sometimes." Guerin tried to cover her tracks without thinking. She puffed out her cheeks realizing what she had said too late and looked straight ahead. Seyoon reached over to poke her cheek which caused her to glance at him from the corner of her eye and giggle. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight. Just forget it."

His classic smile remained in place as he shrugged in acceptance and leaned back, just happy to have pestered her.

"Hey so what is your company's policy on dating?" Guerin asked suddenly.

"Our... dating? Why?" Seyoon was surprised by the sudden question.

"I'm curious for Charlie." She answered.

"Ah... I see." He nodded for a moment, trying to ignore the moment of disappointment he felt, "We can date. They want to know and I don't know how they'd go about it as far as announcing it." He shrugged, "I guess we'll find out."

"That's good at least. I'm glad you're allowed to be human." She smiled at him.

He bit his lip then slid his hand over to rest on top of hers, "Me too." He added, staring straight ahead. Her hand twitched under his but she didn't pull away. They sat like that for the next few minutes in silence until arriving at her apartment. She thanked him for riding with her home and tried to pay which Seyoon had to threaten to take her card away before she gave up. Once inside her apartment she washed her face, changed into pajamas then collapsed onto her bed.

"What the shit." She said to herself, flopping around in frustration under the covers.

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