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coinsoup · 4 years

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This is the aged up chaotic keeper crew Sunday dinner fic

read here on Ao3 or below the cut

Wylie was eyeing the flour warily when a soft knock sounded through the room. He opened the door to find Linh smiling warmly back at him. She crossed the threshold of the house, entering the kitchen to wash her hands.

“So is everyone coming tonight?” Linh asked, drying her hands off on a towel. When Wylie nodded she nudged him away from the cabinets to grab more ingredients. They fell into the familiar routine of Linh doing most of the work while Wylie hovered.

It had been a good forty minutes of casual conversation and comfortable silence when another person came through the door. Keefe didn’t bother to knock simply barging in followed by Fitz who apologized for Keefe’s rudeness. There was no point anymore they had all become used to Keefe walking into any of their houses unannounced.

Keefe must have come directly from his job at foxfire cause he was still in uniform. Fitz on the other hand was wearing his average cape and crown outfit. Keefe sat down at the counter stealing some food from the plate Linh was working on.

Fitz opened up the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine. Wylie sighed heavily, which Fitz pointedly ignored. Fitz poured himself a generous glass of wine taking a seat next to Keefe.

“Leredon that little gremlin ditched out on detention today,” Keefe began, “I was the one in charge, it wasn’t even bad I just made everyone taste different flavors of DNA strips”

Despite his complaints, Leredon was one of Keefe’s favorite students and took him under his wing much like Elwin did for Keefe. Keefe took after Elwin in more ways than one, just like Elwin the flavors that Keefe picked for the strips were weird and almost always disgusting, for funsies.

The kitchen gradually began filling up to the point where Linh had to pull Marella aside and ask her to get everyone to leave. The group eventually migrated to the dining room scattering around the table.

Marella hung back in the kitchen assuring Wylie that yes it’s fine, yes I’ll help Linh. Linh had left the apartment they shared in Atlantis before Marella had gotten home. They lived in Atlantis as a big fuck you to Tam and Linh’s parents. Linh had heard enough of “you can’t be around water” for a lifetime so she decided to move to the place with the most water in the Elvin world.

“Hey, dumbasses come help carry the food” Marella called out. Keefe and Sophie begrudgingly walked into the kitchen, seeing as they were the ones elected to go help. They gathered up the plates and placed them on the table.

Everyone sat down and began to eat, it was nice. Pleasant conversation was held between everyone, well at least until Keefe and Tam started arguing.

“I’m telling you,” Tam said hotly “Lynette’s product is better, it grows hair faster”

“Well that’s obvious pretty boy,” Keefe leaned forward tugging on a strand of his shoulder-length hair that still had his trademark silver tips, “but we’re talking overall, and Ivy has good volume control.”

“You’re forgetting about watered Violet” Dex chimed in from across the table which led to a chorus of groans and obnoxious giggling from Fitz who was just past tipsy.

Everyone moved back into the kitchen once they finished eating and Biana and Tam moved to do the dishes. At this point, it was common knowledge Fitz drank just so he didn’t have to help clean up but no one could really do anything about it.

Marella was pulling various bottles of liquor out of the cabinet next to the fridge and placing them precariously on the counter.

“Yo Wylie,” Marella called from where she was standing on the counter rifling through the cabinets “Where do you keep that human Gatorade thing”

“Above the fridge”

Marella set seven cocktail glasses down on the counter filling them half-way with liquor and topping it off with Gatorade. Keefe reached for one and Marella slapped his hand away. Marella ignited a flame passing it over the glasses setting them aflame.

Wylie was watching from the corner of the kitchen with concern but also at least a little bit of curiosity as everyone picked up a glass. Tam grinned a little manically downing the glass in one shot. If he scorched his throat beyond repair no one needed to know.

Keefe followed quickly not wanting to be one-upped. Sophie was next choking a little as she drank it. Biana drank it barely wincing. Dex yelped a little bit when it touched his lips. Linh drank it without a sign that anything was off. Marella suspected she did some weird water trick but whatever. Fitz… well, Fitz left his drink untouched.

They somehow found themselves in Wylie’s guest room gathered around Biana and Keefe. Well, except for Linh who was cuddling an elephant plant in the corner. Keefe was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room while Biana applied makeup onto his face.

Keefe stumbled up to the mirror gushing about how pretty he looked. Tam patted his arm and guided him back down the stairs albeit a little wobbly, but definitely fairing better than Keefe who may or may not have definitely been a lightweight.

Sophie was the last one to go down the stairs. She took a couple steps down then stumbled a little reaching desperately for the hand railing. Her coordination was a little off causing her to tumble down the stairs landing in a heap near the bottom. Wylie was the first to reach her, he had heard her scream and was not intoxicated like everyone else was.

“Shit,” he breathed out gently moving Sophie into a sitting position. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a gash across her forehead. Marella came up behind him leaning over Sophie.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Marella asked surprisingly calm in this situation.

“None,” Sophie said a little faintly.

Marella put down the four fingers she was holding up. Looking over at Keefe who had called his dad as soon as he saw Sophie’s state.

When Elwin showed up at the door he looked disgruntled, to say the least. His hair messier than usual and wearing a bathrobe. Tam looked up from where he was sitting tears forming in his eyes.

“I’ve missed you,” Tam said words slurring. Elwin shook his head fondly ruffling Tam’s hair as he walked by. He entered the living room where Wylie had laid Sophie down on the couch.

Elwin ran some quick tests confirming Marella’s suspicion of a concussion. He gave Sophie an elixir. Telling everyone that if they didn’t move her too much she would be fine by morning.

“Bye kids,” Elwin said as he closed the door behind him, leaving to get his well-deserved rest.

Marella and Linh followed closely after. Keefe and Tam were next. Followed by a giggling Fitz and Dex trying his best in his current state.

“Night,” Wylie mumbled rubbing his forehead as he made his way up the stairs.

Biana was staring at the glass left on the table a little too intently for someone who was sober, eventually collapsing onto a chair next to Sophie. Well, that was chaos, was Biana’s last thought as she lost consciousness.

#KotLC #fanfic #right i did it #okay here we go #tw drinking #enjoy folks

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aghasexxy · 5 years

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Roll The Dice Pt. 2 | Jackson Wang

Pairing: Reader x Jackson

Words: 1962

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Talk/ ORAL PLAY/ Rough and Passionate

Summary: it’s been a few weeks since you and Jackson had a rather interesting time back at his condo in Seoul. Now you guys are together again and you want to ask him about that night. He gives you the answer you never thought you’d hear and an experience you never knew you needed until now.

I lodge my spoon back into my almost empty jar of Nutella and sigh loudly. My home is empty and too big to watch Train To Busan by myself. I have a list of people I could call to come and enjoy the movie with me, but there’s only one person on my mind: Jackson. Ever since that night in Seoul, I haven’t been able to see him the same. The morning after that whole thing, it surprisingly wasn’t awkward between us. Not in the slightest. I’m a firm believer in the fact that it was most likely because of how tipsey we both were when we got to the condo, especially me. The things he did to me that night, or lack thereof, have been stuck on a constant loop for way too long and I can’t take it anymore. Sure, I genuinely want to hang out with him, but I also want to see if that was just a drunken experience or something else.

I pick up my phone and flip through until I find his name. I click the FaceTime button and wait until I see his face. After about three rings, his handsome chiseled face pops up on the screen. His hair was swept back and his eyes were covered by yellow framed sunglasses. I study his face and notice how apparent the stubble on his face is. Goddamn, my best friend is so handsome. “Yo Y/N! What’s up girl?” I clear my throat. “I’m bored and alone at home and I wanna watch Train To Busan. Can you come over?” He grins and nods his head. “Be there in 10. I’ll bring drinks and food as well cause I haven’t eaten and you probably haven’t had any real food.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “Ummm,” I flash the almost empty jar of Nutella proudly for him to see. “Excuse you, we have company and she can hear you.” He rolls his eyes. “Peanut butter will forever reign supreme but go off I guess. See you in 10.” And before I can protest against his obnoxious claim, he hangs up.

I stare at my screen, realizing what I just did. For the first time ever, I jump up and dash to the restroom to freshen up. I put on perfume, shave my legs and pits, Hell I even put on deodorant. I do all of this when I’m going out for a date, not if I’m just having company over, let alone Jackson. Am I trying to impress him? What the hell am I even doing? I grab a black crop top and throw it on with some grey sweat shorts. I scoff at myself and shake my head. I’ve known Jackson my entire life and not once did I have to go over and above to make myself presentable to him. But this time around, things are different. The tension in the air, when it’s just us two, is different.

My doorbell rings right at the 10 minute mark and I almost shit myself. I internally scold myself. ‘Girl chill out! What is wrong with you?? It’s literally just Jackson! Be cool.” I take in a breath and twist my doorknob. There, standing in the doorway with Cucina red wine, a box of pizza, and an endless supply of Tim Tams, is Jackson. He’s wearing black from head to toe. From his black suede shoes and leather jacket to the worn v-neck T-shirt on his toned chest, he just looks like he’s here to cause trouble. And I’m okay with that. “Uh,” he interrupts my staring and I snap out of it. “Oh uh yeah come in.” He scrunches his eyebrows and proceeds to walk past me. “Okay you’re acting weird as hell but I’m hungry and I wanna see this movie so we shall discuss that later.” He shoves a slice of pizza into his mouth and jumps onto my couch. “Bring your ass over here. I’m ready to watch zombies.” His voice sends shivers throughout my entire body but I clear my throat, grab the wine, and sit down. On the opposite side of the couch. I mentally scold myself again. I’m trying so hard to not be weird that I end up being fucking weird. I turn towards Jackson and see him looking at me, scrunched eyebrows and that playboy grin I’ve come to know and love.

“There’s something you wanna talk about. But you don’t want to talk about it either. I can tell.” I sigh and throw my head back. “Yeah,” I whine and take a swig of the Cucina. “What’s going on,” I hear him say and the next thing I know he’s right next to me with his arm draped over the back of the couch. He stares intently at me, waiting to hear what I have to say. His cologne and overall being hit me like a truck and I choke on my words for a second. “Y/N,” he says softly. ‘Oh god Jackson don’t say my name like that! Don’t make this any harder than it already is!” I inhale, exhale, then turn to face him. I could feel my nerves start to rise and I couldn’t even look him in the face. Holy fuck, why am I getting so damn nervous?? This is Jackson I’m talking to. We literally use to play in the mud in our diapers as toddlers and now I’m sitting here trying to muster up the courage to say that I see him as more than my best friend. “Okay,” I say out loud as I clap my hands together. I look at him and see him resting his head on his hand as he stares at me with the dreamiest eyes. “You’re so cute when you get nervous,” he says softly. Again, not helping. “Listen Jackson,” my thumbs start to twiddle as I try to find my words. “What happened in Seoul?” His eyes widen slightly but his pose stays the same. “Elaborate.” I inhale. “When we played that dice game. At the condo,” he inches closer to me. “Mhmm.” I intertwine my fingers together. “Do you remember that?,” I ask timidly. “Mhmm,” he says again, his eyes never leaving my face. I rub my temples and eyes trying to get my thoughts together. “I just-,” “Y/N you haven’t looked me in the eye once since you started this whole rant,” he inches even closer and I feel the air between us disappearing more. “Look at me please,” he places his hand under my chin gently, lifting it so that our eyes meet. In all the years I’ve known him, he’d always had this hard exterior that was close to impossible to break around other people. He kept it cool but not too cool to the point where he’d be seen as a pushover. But, when it came to me, he was always so sweet and loving and gentle. From the way he spoke to even the way he touched me. And I would melt every time. “Now continue,” he says softly. “I, um,” I clear my throat. How do I even say this? “When you, um, did what you did,” he pushes my hair behind my ear as I struggle to speak. “Was it because you and I were drunk or is there something else I should know about?” I wanna shrink or turn invisible so bad but I’m here now and can’t run away from how I’m feeling no matter how hard I try. He sighs and smirks. “Yeah,” he looks down and shakes his head. “That was a very interesting and revealing night Y/N,” his eyes shoot back up to me and I shudder. He runs his fingers gently over my thigh, the ticklish sensation sending chills all over my body. He starts to speak again. “You ever just want someone so fucking much,” my eyes grow wide as he makes circles on my thigh lightly. “that when you see them after wanting them for so long, all lines blur and you just...do something about it,” he stops his hand and looks at me. I feel my face burning and I know my cheeks are red as beets. “Y/N I’ve known you my entire life. You have confided in me for absolutely everything,” he strokes my face and jaw gently as he keeps his eyes locked onto mine. “I know everything about you. From your favorite food to when your time of the month is,” I see him shudder a bit and I giggle. “I also know everything you want and need when it comes to intimacy,” his hand comes down to the side of my neck. He strokes it gently and I giggle again. “Jackson you know I’m ticklish,” I say between giggles. He nods. “I know,” he comes in closer and I see his head dip to the side. “Where are y-” I feel his breath on my neck and I gasp. He speaks softly. “Which is why I also know,” he gives my neck a quick peck and my hand shoots up to grip his arm. His lips trace my earlobe and I shudder at the feeling of his warm breath. “You love neck kisses,” I feel his strong arm wrap around my waist

“because not only is it ticklish, but that's also how a guy can start to get you going,” he shrugs. “Or at least that’s what you’ve told me. Let’s see if it’s true princess,” and with that, his lips attach to my neck, causing me to yelp and start giggling again. Before I can ask him what the hell he was doing, my mind zeros in on the feeling of his lips on my neck and I try to steady my breathing. Fuck this feels so good. I’m at a complete loss for words. Never did I imagine, in a million years, that my best friend would be pleasuring me in my living room. He’s slow and gentle and damn he smells amazing. “Jackson…,” his grip tightens and his lips work harder on my neck. I moan slightly and he stops for a moment. “There it is,” he whispers as his hand travels down to my chest. “There’s that beautiful sound I miss so much.” He looks down at my chest and his hand rests on my boob. “You know what else I know Y/N?,” he says in a low tone. I get shy again. “W-what?” “That your nipples and breasts are very, very sensitive.” His hand rests on the bottom rim of my shirt. “May I?” He looks up at me for approval before he moves further. I nod. “I trust you,” I whisper.

He takes his hand and goes under my shirt. He starts to massage my breast slowly. My eyes are transfixed on his hand massaging me and I am loving what I’m seeing. I gasp when I feel his lips on my neck again. I close my eyes and let him do what he wants. He’s right, he’s the only guy I’ve confided in about all the things that turn me off and all the things that get me riled up. I whimper softly as my nipples begin to get hard. I feel his lips curve into a grin. I feel his index and thumb grip my nipple and begin to pinch and twist. I bite my lip and moan again. “J-Jackson...fuck.” He stops and looks at me. Our eyes lock on each other as we both try to catch our breath. I don’t know what comes over me

but I kiss him.

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