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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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It’s a Deal - six

supernatural! johnny x reader x jaehyun, mate!au

Word Count: 1.9k

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tags: @thatonekpopsweater, @queen-of-himbos , @yourchasingsunsetslove, @a-brooding-bird

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warnings: language, supernatural stuff

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The next two weeks passed quickly and with relatively few problems. Well as little problems as you can have when two fae men move into your one bedroom apartment. You had started sleeping on the couch, due to the fact that both Johnny and JAehyun refused to sleep anywhere but the bed (you thought it was for comfort but you were beginning to think it was because they wanted to sleep with you), but every morning you found yourself wrapped in one of their arms, the others legs draped over your own.

Jaehyun had signed up for classes, meaning that you saw the both of them pretty much everyday all day long. You had expected to be completely and utterly annoyed by the both of them, but you were actually starting to enjoy their presence. You were loving the fact that Jaehyun could get on Johnny’s nerves, the two of you often teaming up to annoy him. And Johnny had become much more relaxed than you had ever known him to be.

Today was different, though. Jaehyun and Johnny were talking in hushed whispers from the kitchen when you woke up. Their voices weren’t quite loud enough to hear, but enough to make your heart beat faster. The idea of them having a conversation that you couldn’t be apart of twisting your stomach into knots.

You were forced to remember the fact that they were faeries, and they had both tricked you in one way or the other. The past two weeks had helped you forget what you needed to remember. They couldn’t be trusted.

With quiet footsteps and open ears you got as close to your bedroom door as you could.

“I just don’t think it's a good time for her to go back there,” Johnny’s voice whispered harshly.

“I don’t think so either, but father is insisting, and I can’t say no.”

“This is all because you had to go and make her your betrothed. Which I’m still pissed about by the way.”

“Oh please brother, we can share,” Jaehyun’s whisper teased, “Such a pretty little plaything like her is too hard to resist.”

Johnny let out a loud grumble at that, his anger clearly causing him to forget that you were asleep. You decided to step into the room when a loud thump sounded against the wall.

“What the hell is going on?” You asked, eyes widening at the sight of Jaehyun’s body being pressed against the wall and Johnny’s hand around his throat. At the sound of your voice Johnny dropped his hand, stepping away from his brother.

“Don’t worry about it,” he spoke hastily.

“I’m all right, doll,” Jaehyun smiled at you, “Nothing but a little brotherly spat.”

“Well next time argue in the afternoon,” you sighed, “I’m tired.”

Jaehyun just let out a giggle at that, the heavenly noise something you hadn’t gotten used to in the past two weeks. It was a really beautiful sound, like a hundred little bells ringing softly. It was hard to describe really, and you had decided to attribute it to the fact that he was fae royalty.

The rest of the morning was spent slowly getting ready, you wanting to go to the cafe to study, and Johnny and Jaehyun refusing to let you go alone. So you let them come, thanking every higher being out there that they actually stayed relatively quiet while you were doing your work. You had fully expected them to be bothering you and talking about useless things, but they were actually quite helpful.

You had forgotten about their conversation earlier, so when they asked you to come with them back to the palace realized exactly why they had been so helpful. They knew you would never agree if you had work left to do, and if they had been annoying you all day long.

“So that’s why you were being nice to me,” you laughed (mostly at yourself).

“Hey! We are always nice!” Jaehyun had protested, following quickly behind you and Johnny, who was currently dragging you towards the portal.

“You both tricked me into deals and debts or whatever,” you glanced back at him, “You got me involved in confusing fae magic and also have been living in my tiny ass apartment without my permission.”

“Well if you moved into the palace that wouldn’t be a problem!” Jaehyun exclaimed, quickly pouting when Johnny shot him a look and you slapped him in the arm.

“Before we go through, there’s one thing you have to know,” Johnny started, “You are being presented as a prince’s betrothed at a ball attended by lords and ladies from all of my father’s lands. There is considerable danger to you attending tonight, and I don’t want you to wander around without me or Jaehyun being with you.”

“Trust me,” you sighed, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere by myself.”

Satisfied with your answer, Johnny motioned to both you and Jaehyun, the three of you stepped through the portal and into the faerie world.

The palace was just how you remembered it, beautiful and so otherworldly that you were left breathless. Once again taking in the appearance of the fae around you and comparing it to your own appearance. You were worried about taking clothes for this party, you didn’t want to become indebted once again.

“Don’t worry about that,” Johnny whispered, “I’ve taken care of your gowns, and I promise you I expect nothing in return.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, not completely trusting Johnny's words, but still grateful he recognized your worries.

“Stop reading my mind,” You added, a small grin forming on your face as Johnny sent a playful glare your way.

You found yourself back in the room you had been in before, both boys leaving you with the same smiling fae to get ready. You carded through the dresses in your closet, swearing that there was at least two dresses for every color that had ever existed. You picked out a pretty emerald green dress, recalling just how good Jaehyun had looked in the color. The fae who were helping you quickly swarming you with jewelry and hair products and makeup. Fussing over every detail of your appearance.

You smiled at yourself when they were done, you looked good. The dress hugging your curves, the jewelry they had picked out to match your dress shining brightly. You looked royal, and it was weird. But it felt good.

You saw Johnny in the mirror, blush rising to your cheeks as his eyes raked over your body. He pressed his body close to yours, smiling at you in the mirror.

“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, pressing a kiss behind your ear, “I’m taking you on a date after this.”

Goosebumps rose on your skin as his breath fanned close you the sensitive parts of your neck, his lips kissing down your neck until they reached your bare shoulder.

“And what if I say no?” you barely choked out, trying your hardest to hide just how much this was affecting you.

“You won’t,” he smiled, biting your shoulder so lightly that you could barely feel it, “You’re mine, not his.”

“I’m not yours,” you whispered, grinning as a noncommittal noise left his mouth, shrugging his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “Stop being so horny and take me to this stupid party. I wanna get it over with.”

Johnny just laughed at that, pressing one last kiss on your shoulder as you swatted him away.

“Hopefully this party goes better than the last,” he smiled at you, “I think I’ll lose my mind if another fae tricks you.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, “It was twice!”

“Once too many, now c’mon. Jaehyun’s gonna lose his shit if we don’t get into the ballroom soon.”

You were the center of attention all night. Dancing, twirling, getting drunk and eating all while talking to hundreds of fae. All of them wanted to meet the pretty human girl who had captured Jaehyun’s heart. You tried not to be offended when they asked you directly.

You kept your promise of staying near the boys for the whole night, the thought of another fae tricking you enough to listen to them. They pulled you out of the dances when it seemed like you couldn’t stop. Telling you what to eat and drink and even giving you your own special bottle of liquor. Johnny explaining to you that fae alcohol would make you extremely happy and unbearably out of control.

But now here you were, drunk, tired and needing to pee. You excused yourself from the boring fae you had been sitting with, stumbling out of the ballroom in order to find the bathroom.

You bumped into a rather lanky man, attractive (as most faes were), but lanky nonetheless. He caught you as you stumbled, shooting you a dazzling smile as you stared at his face.

You must be YN,” he let out a light laugh, “It’s so good to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“You have?” you asked, your mind completely fuzzy as you smiled dumbly up at him.

“Of course,” he grinned, “Now that I’m seeing you I understand why you are so hard for all these boys to resist. I’d quite like to take a bite out of you myself.”

His grin had turned almost wolfish, his grip tightening on your shoulders. You had started to panic, his earlier friendliness disappearing as he pulled you tight against him.

“Taeyong,” Johnny’s voice rang out behind the man’s form, “I thought I made it clear to Doyoung that no one from his territory was allowed to be in attendance.”

“Oh don’t be such a bore,” Taeyong snapped, releasing you from his grip and spinning to look at Johnny, “We were just talking.”

“I’m sure you were,” Johnny spoke, his words sharp as he tried to keep his cool, “Get out of the palace Taeyong. And tell Doyoung that the next time he sends a puppet to do his bidding, their heads will be sent in a box to his estate.”

Taeyong was grinning now, bowing lowly before turning back to you, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, Yn. Can’t wait,” he shot you a wink before walking towards the entrance of the palace.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asked, rushing over to you and pulling you into his arms.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around Johnny’s body.

“I told you to stay with us,” Johnny lightly scolded, pulling you away so that he could take in your appearance.

“I know,” you whispered, tears burning at your eyes, “Would he have hurt me?”

Johnny didn’t answer you, he just pulled you close and held you tight. His calming scent filling your nose and slowing the pounding of your heart.

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years

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Don’t Provoke Me

Pairing: Dark-ish!Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader

Summary: Miguel was out of his mind if he thought you were just gonna continue on this way. But perhaps you underestimated your man and took his chill behavior for granted...

Warning(s): 18+ only please, cussing, smut (fingering), possessive behavior, dom/sub undertones, controlling behavior, slight angst

Word count: 3,187

Author’s Note: So I finally gave in to my friend telling me to watch 365 days (don’t judge me) and was inspired by ONE scene in it. Also, I’m not a smut writer. This is me dipping my toe in the smut waters so here’s to hoping it’s at least decent. Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. My inbox is open! Thanks for reading :)

“No, mi amor. Just stay here and I’ll be back tomorrow.” Miguel insisted, as he was finishing putting on his clothes. He always dicked you down right before he had business to handle to try and keep you from asking to go. Usually it worked, but you had caught on by now.

“Why? Why do I always have to stay here? You hiding something?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. His business meeting was at a club in town. You loved going to that club so you didn’t see why y’all couldn’t go together. He could handle business and then after you two could enjoy your night, but no. He wasn’t cool with it. He just kept his back to you and ignored the question as he fastened his belt and buttoned up his dress shirt.

“Is that it then? You got another girl waiting for you? Someone more pleasing to your family I bet. Probably another white girl.” You knew he hated being questioned and he hated any references to Emily from your mouth even more. Those two were divorced and only communicated when it came to Cristobal, but you couldn’t help comparing yourself to her. They were married and he wouldn’t even take you out with him. He still wouldn’t answer you and that made you even more mad. He knew you hated being ignored. “You’re not gonna answer me?” Silence.

You sat up in the bed with the sheet wrapped around your body and chucked a pillow at the back of his head hard. “Answer me, Galindo.”

He flinched when the pillow hit him and turned around, picking it up off the floor while he walked back toward the bed. “What did I say about asking me stupid shit like that, huh?” He placed the pillow on the bed and grabbed your chin with his hand, holding it a little more tightly than was necessary. “Cuida tu lenguaje. Now I’m going to go have this meeting, and I’ll be back tomorrow. Then this weekend we can take a trip out of town, yeah?” You didn’t answer him so he pulled your face to his and kissed you.

As much as you wanted to pout and resist, his kisses always left you breathless. You fell into the kiss easily and pushed forward to apply more pressure, but he pulled away. “Are we good?” He asked, your lips still grazing each other.

“Yeah.” You breathed out and he gave you one more kiss before grabbing his wallet and cellphone and leaving the bedroom. You flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling as you listened to him leave. The front door closed and several seconds later you heard the tell-tale sound of the SUV roaring to life before speeding out of the driveway.

You and Miguel had been going strong for several months now, but it was a complicated situation. He was in the process of getting a divorce when y’all got together. You were just a working girl trying to keep your head above water. You weren’t looking for anything when he walked into your life, but now you couldn’t picture not having him. He made you feel so alive and loved, but you hadn’t been feeling appreciated. You knew it was hard because him and Emily were married and had a child together, but the marriage was over long before the ink dried on those divorce papers. You would not and could not continue to be made to feel like his dirty little secret.

You laid in bed for several more minutes feeling sorry for yourself before an idea popped into your head. It was risky. It could end badly, but you were prepared for the consequences. This could make or break your relationship, but if things ended at least you went out like a real one and demanded your respect. You got out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. You had a night out to get ready for.

The slinky dress you had on glittered in the light as you entered the night club. Your usually curly hair was pulled back into a pin straight long ponytail, your strappy heels accentuated your legs, and your makeup was flawless. The music was loudly pumping through the speakers as you made your way toward the entrance of the VIP area. You knew Miguel would be there with his associates. As you made it to the velvet rope, you locked eyes with Nestor who’s jaw almost dropped seeing you.

“He’s gonna lose his shit.” He told you as you walked right up to him. You and Nestor got along relatively well. You both liked each other’s attitudes.

“That’s the plan.” You smirked and Nestor only shook his head with a chuckle.

“Is it part of the plan for him to kill me and then you? Because that’s what’s gonna happen.” He added, but you wouldn’t be deterred. You’d come too far to turn back now.

“We can pretend we never saw each other. Just let me through before I make a scene and really, I think we both would prefer that didn’t happen.” You lightly threatened, but you were fully prepared to go through with it.

A scene was the last thing he wanted to be a part of. Especially not when Mikey was doing business, but if you wanted to throw yourself in the fire then who was he to stop you? “Good luck.” Nestor commented, letting you enter the VIP and you dropped a quick kiss to his cheek before you ascended the stairs.

There were a bunch of men in suits with girls all around them. It seemed like a typical night for a club with rich clientele. You didn’t know these men, but you knew they were loaded and you knew they did dangerous business. They weren’t your concern though. Your eyes scanned the lounge for Miguel and it wasn’t until you entered a side room that you spotted him.

There was a girl on a pole entertaining the men in the room. Miguel was holding a conversation with a gentleman whose gun was showing from under his jacket. You spotted some fruit lying on the table and popped a cherry into your mouth at the exact moment Miguel noticed you. His eyes raked your form before landing on your face and he did a double take as if to confirm to himself that he was seeing you. You merely looked right at him, smirking. You practically dared him to make a scene in front of everyone.

Without a word, he stood up from his seat and strolled over to you. He tightly grasped your arm before pulling you out of the side room and walking you to a corner of the balcony. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, this is a club so I came to get drunk and dance. There’s no better way to spend a Friday night.” You nonchalantly explained but Miguel was not amused.

His grip on your arm tightened as he got in your face. “Don’t provoke me, Y/N.”

“Provoke you? Oh sweetheart…” You began, holding his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I’m just doing my part as your plaything. Do you like the dress? It’s really short.” You removed the hand from his face and placed it over his right one. You slowly guided his hand up your thigh and under your dress as you brought your face closer to his. “You could fuck me without even taking it off.” Your lips brushed the shell of his ear.

He stopped your movement and his hand got tangled in the material of your dress as he drew you closer. “You’re treading on dangerous territory.”

“And to think we’re only getting started.” You challenged him, staring into his eyes. You wouldn’t back down that easily. Not this time.

Miguel seemed to realize you wouldn’t just cower at his words and he saw red. Yes he knew you were independent and headstrong, but you had never so boldly stepped to him. He hated not being in control. He let your dress go and dragged you toward the staircase, practically pushing you down the stairs.

“Nestor, please let the Castros know I will have everything written up for them in a week and we can celebrate with drinks then.” Miguel instructed, once they reached the bottom of the stairs. Nestor looked from Miguel to you and then back to Miguel.

“Sure thing, Mikey.” He nodded in confirmation, before watching Miguel drag you along out of the club. He definitely would not be calling Miguel until tomorrow morning. He wanted no part of whatever was about to happen.

The ride back to your place was a silent one. You both had steam coming out of your ears, you were so mad at each other. You also were both too stubborn to speak first. Miguel waited until it was just the two of you inside of your home and then he exploded.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh!? I told you very specifically to stay the fuck at home and yet here you go. Do you enjoy pissing me off? Is that what this is?” He asked, hands on his hips and his voice full of bass.

Your head rocked back at his audacity. “So you can fuck me all day, bury yourself so deep inside me that I don’t know where I end and you began, but we gotta act like total strangers out in public? Really?”

“You never had a problem with it before.” He pointed out. The nature of your relationship has been the same for months and things have been fine in his eyes. He tried his best to be gentle with you, but it seems he let you think he could be walked over. No matter. He would correct that tonight.

“Yeah, because I thought it was necessary! Your divorce wasn’t final and I didn’t want to be seen as some home wrecking hoe when that was not the case. But you’re a divorced man now. There is no good reason we can’t be together fully unless you’re playing games. And if you’re playing games, let me tell you right now that I don’t wanna play anymore. If you don’t love me, just tell me so I can move on.”

Miguel hated being pushed and he despised ultimatums even more. He’s not the kind of man who gets told what to do. He laughed but there was no humor in it. “You are forgetting your place. If I wanna keep you chained to the gahdamn bed all day then that’s what’s gonna happen. Every decision I make is to keep you safe and that is NOT up for discussion.”

You were the black girl embodiment of the white guy blinking gif as you listened to Miguel. “And I don’t have a choice in this? The occurrences in my life aren’t up for discussion?”

“Not anymore. You knew who I was from the very beginning and it appealed to you right? Savvy businessman with ‘rumored’ connections to the drug world.” He practically slithered over to you until he was all in your personal space. He leaned his face in and let his nose graze up your neck, over your jawline, and up your cheek until he was whispering in your ear. “Mmm. I bet it got your panties all wet, but you didn’t truly know what being mine entailed. The list of people that want me dead or want to hurt me is quite long. The moment you become my woman publicly is the moment those enemies look at you as a weakness they can use to get to me. They will want to hurt you, probably even kill you. Have you truly thought about that?”

You were silent because he was right. Yes, you knew he was Miguel Galindo and so he was the head of a criminal family but you never fully processed how you would fit into that. You always just looked at him as your man and his business as something separate from you. His words solidified that those two worlds couldn’t be separated.

“Yeah, I thought so. But that’s okay querida because it’s been the only thing I’ve thought about for months. From the moment you smiled at me, I’ve wanted you and the second you let me explore every inch of your body you signed your life away to me. You made a deal with el diablo and didn’t even know it.” His hand slowly rubbed your back while holding you close, a familiar show of softness that did not match the words leaving his mouth.

“What?” His words both turned you on and frightened you. You suddenly felt in over your head. But at the same time, knowing he was only trying to keep you safe made you love him all the more.

“You give me all of you; heart, mind, and body. In exchange, I give you everything you could possibly want. Clothes, trips, jewelry, opportunities, and security in every context of the word. So if I say it’s not safe for us to go public you take that as fucking law.” You felt his fingers running up your back before they swiftly entangled in your ponytail and roughly pulled your head back. “And yet, you tried to force my hand tonight after you were given specific instructions to stay home.”

“Miguel…” You breathlessly spoke out, but you weren’t sure what to say. Your head was spinning as it processed this new man in front of you. Well, he wasn’t completely new. You’d seen this side of him, but in regards to business. Never in yall’s relationship.

Miguel brought your face to his and kissed you with an intensity that took your breath away. He was completely in control as his tongue expertly explored your mouth. Your taste was already ingrained in his memory and he would never get enough of it. His kiss brought tiny moans out of your mouth that he quickly swallowed. One hand stayed gripping your ponytail and the other slid up your thighs and under your dress.

He pulled away from the kiss and turned you around so your back was against his chest. He kept your head tilted back as he spoke in your ear. “Don’t ever question my love for you ever again. I would kill anyone that so much as looked at you wrong or too long. Is that what it’s gonna take, hm? You need me to put a bullet in someone’s head to know my love is real? Because I can do that no problem.”

You tried to turn your head to face him, but he roughly pulled on your hair to keep your face facing forward. “N-no! Don’t do that Miguel. I believe you.” You certainly didn’t want some innocent person dying over you.

“Tu eres mia. Lo entiendes?” He growled in your ear before walking you over to the couch. He bent you over the arm of it and slapped your ass when you took too long to answer him.

“Sí.” You moaned softly as he slapped your ass again. He gripped the back of your panties and pulled, rubbing your underwear against your pussy. You were already dripping and it allowed the panties to rub over you easier. This drew a squeal from you.

“Let me hear that again.” Miguel stated, pulling even harder on your panties making you grip the couch.

“Mmm…” You moaned, knowing you were soaking your panties as they rubbed against your lower lips.

He pulled on the fabric so tightly that just as it began to hurt a little you heard them rip. He threw it to the side and just admired the sight of you bent over and exposed to him. Your pussy was glistening and he wanted to dive in, but he had a point to prove first.

You tried to stand up straight but the hand still in your hair, forced your head down. “Don’t fucking move.” He demanded, letting the middle finger of his free hand drag over your lower lips. He entered you without warning, making a groan escape you. He added another finger immediately, the ring finger.

His index and pinky fingers rested on your ass as he fucked you with his middle fingers. The pace was agonizingly slow at first. He was punishing you by dragging it out. He knew you loved a good hard fuck and he wasn’t gonna give it to you...yet.

“Miguel please..” You begged, trying to move your ass against him but he just released your hair and pushed down on your lower back leaving you trapped against the couch.

“Please what?” He asked, wanting to hear you say the words. He was still slowly fucking you and your stomach was a knot of nerves but it still wasn’t enough to drive you over the edge.

“Please fuck me harder baby. Please, I need it.” You begged, unable to do much of anything besides take it. He was owning every part of your body.

He finally picked up the pace and the only sounds in the room were the wet noises of his fingers speeding in and out of your pussy mixed with your moans. He slid you back off the couch just enough so his other hand could reach your clit. He wanted to feel you come apart just from his fingers.

“You better cum for me right now.” He growled, his fingers pinching your clit as his other hand fucked you senseless even as your walls closed around him.

“Yes, yes, yes...fuck!” You screamed, as your orgasm swept through your body. You stood on your tiptoes and arched your back. Your juices flowed out all over his hand. You exhaled loudly as the effects of your release slowed down.

“Oh that’s a good girl. You are mine.” He repeated, letting you shakily stand up from where he had you bent over. You turned around and watched as he sucked his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you. Your arousal shot back up at the sight.

“Bedroom. Now.” He instructed, as he began unbuckling his pants. You started this evening out wanting to put your foot down with Miguel, but he quickly took back the reins like the dominant he was. Damn him and his unflinching controlling and possessive behavior.

Just because you lost the upper hand, it didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little defiant. You pulled the dress off over your head and threw it at his feet. You were left naked except for your heels. “Fine.”

The look in his eyes had you strutting to the bedroom….quickly.

Miguel smirked as he watched you head toward the bedroom. He slowly followed behind you, shedding his clothes along the way. He was going to keep you up all night making sure you never have any doubts about who you belong to and who loves you.

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Crush

The reader is an actress and meets Sebastian at a wrap party. Fortunately, they both have something in common; they have a crush on each other.

You woke up to the sound of your roommate and co-star, Tom, walking into the apartment you were sharing. You’d spent most of the day moping because you’d finally wrapped all of your scenes for Far From Home, and you were missing it already. You didn’t have many scenes with him, but Jake was the definition of crazy and you could have used some of that. Tom was already your best friend, and your roommate, so you always saw enough of him. And tonight was maybe the last time you were going to see everyone together; it was the wrap party and you weren’t sure you could even fit into your dress because you were so bloated from eating ice cream all day.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tom asked, looking you up and down. You shrugged, looking over at the pint of ice cream and bowl of popcorn you’d left sitting on the coffee table.

“Just moping,” you responded.

“Well, stop. Get ready for the party and we can pregame.” You scoffed. You didn’t usually drink copious amounts of alcohol, but maybe tonight was the night. “Please? I don’t want to be the drunk one.”

“Whatever,” you responded as you sat up. You cleaned up your mess before taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup, and getting into your dress. It was a little slutty, but you had been feeling confident when you got it because you were training at that point. You looked damn good in it, too, and there was one person you had your eyes on. Sebastian Stan, the guy who played Bucky. You’d met him a few times, but only in passing. You’d never had a conversation with him, but from everything you’d heard he was sweet. You were probably sweet to him, just a kid, but if you said you didn’t like him, you’d be lying. You had a hard crush on him, and while Tom had figured it out and insisted you ask him out, you’d refused. You didn’t know him, first of all. There was no way he would go out with someone so young. That, and your best friend was Tom. He was all but a brother, and contrary to popular belief he could be intimidating to anyone who got you home too late at night.

“Ow!” Tom marveled as you walked out. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Thank God, you look amazing.”

“You’re supposed to tell me I’m always pretty,” you frowned.

“You’re always pretty. Now come on, let’s go.” You grabbed your fully charged phone, your purse, and walked out of the apartment with Tom. He dragged you to two liquor stores before finding what he wanted, and then you Ubered over to Jake’s house. It was eccentric, to say the least. Like him. He was cool, though. You loved having him around.

You drank the least out of both of them, worried about throwing up because of course Tom had to get tequila, and just sat back and laughed as they were their stupid selves. Finally the alarm on Jake’s phone sounded and another car picked you up to head over to the venue. You vaguely recognized some of the other actors, never really having met them since you weren’t in the other films. You finally saw Sebastian, standing with Anthony, and tried to come up with a reason to talk to him. You must have watched him for two or three minutes out of the corner of your eye before you saw him go up to the bar, probably to get more drinks.

“Oh, can you get me one?” Tom asked when you muttered that you were going.

“I’m going to shoot my shot, but maybe on the way back, big guy.” You pat his shoulder and walked toward the bar, ID in hand. You looked like a high schooler to anyone that knew you from movies, because you often played them. But with real makeup on you turned your actual age, and you could only hope that was going to serve you well tonight.

“Oh, hey!” Sebastian said to you as you walked up to the bar, taking a seat at the counter. “You’re playing MJ, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded with a smile. “I promise I’m old enough to drink.” He chuckled.

“I believe you. I’m not so sure these guys will, though. I’m Sebastian, by the way. I played Bucky, with the hair.”

“Didn’t recognize you without the fake arm and the face mask,” you said. “I, Tonya was a fucking masterpiece. By the way.”

“That mustache never looked good on me, I don’t think. But it was such a good thing to work on, especially after doing all of these action movies. It was really fun.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m doing an indie movie this summer and I can not wait to get a break from the action.” You continued a quick conversation until the bartender pulled you out of it, asking for your drink order. You went with a vodka cranberry, your usual, and noticed that Sebastian only got one beer for himself.

“I’ll tell you what, I hate these things sometimes,” Sebastian said as he watched a room full of people that were only familiar to those who worked on the movie would know. “It’s like, thanks for inviting me, I know three people. Not that I’m not grateful, but…”

“I know what you mean,” you interrupted. “I spent half the afternoon pre-gaming with Tom and Jake and I kind of just want to go to Waffle House and go to bed.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a thing? People in Atlanta actually, like, go to Waffle House?” You actually laughed out loud at that one.

“Duh! I grew up in Florida and they’re definitely the best drunk food around. I was so sad when I moved to New York and couldn’t get any.”

Long story short, you and Sebastian talked most of the night. You even did shots together when Robert offered to pay for one for everyone. You spoke to Tom for a minute as he was getting another drink, but he saw you with Sebastian and excused himself back to where he was talking with Jacob and Harrison.

“I thought they’d have more food,” Sebastian said quietly after a second of silence. “I’m half drunk and starving. This might be weird to ask, but do you want to go to Waffle House?” In ten minutes you’d both left the party and were on the way to get the best drunk food there could possibly be. You sat down in a corner booth that you and Tom often sat in on nights when you were just too excited to film the next day and couldn’t sleep.

“I have to confess something,” Sebastian said as he was destroying a plate of hash browns a few minutes later. You looked up at him, stopping pouring the syrup all over your waffle. “I thought you were intimidating. Until I talked to you.”

“That’s what everyone says! I don’t understand why because I literally look like a child.” He laughed.

“No, you’re gorgeous. You just look like you could kill someone if they look at you the wrong way. And I respect that. You’re cool.”

“Then I have something to confess.” Maybe it was the vodka and the tequila making decisions for you, but you were going to shoot your shot. If it ended up that he thought it was dumb, you could just turn it into a joke and take a bite of your waffle.

“What might that be?” He wiped his hands on a napkin and waited. You looked away for a second, seeing a text on your phone from Tom asking where the hell you were.

“I kind of have, like, a massive crush on you. It’s literally the dumbest thing ever, I’m twelve.” You drank a sip of water, waiting for an answer. Instead you got a grin from Sebastian. Those stupid, perfect lips were turned into a smile and his face was slightly flushed because he was still a little buzzed and he looked absolutely adorable.

“It’s not dumb. I think I might have a crush on you, too. This doesn’t count as a first date, though, does it?”

“It’s Waffle House, it’s basically a five star restaurant.” He sat back on the bench, thinking about something, and then responded. “Are you sure you want someone who can barely drink legally, though?”

“You’re cool, that’s all I care about. You’re pretty and funny and I have a massive crush on you.” He turned your own words against you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Nothing,” you responded.

“Then, if that’s okay with you, I’d like to put this crush to the test and take you out.”

“I’d like that.” You looked down at your food and continued eating, glad that you’d finally told him you liked him. You couldn’t have imagined your night ending that way, but it did. Once Sebastian begged you to let him pay for the food he had sobered up enough to go back to the venue and get his car.

“I can get an Uber, you really don’t have to drive all the way across town.”

“I want to,” he replied with a smile on his face. So you got in and he drove you home. You groaned at the sight of a light still on in the apartment, knowing that Tom was about to grill you about where you’d been and why you’d abandoned him. “I’ll walk you up. It’s dark.”

“Thanks.” He opened your door for you and let you lead him down to the apartment, where you stopped at the lobby. “I literally don’t even have your phone number.”

“Oh, you’re right, hold on.” In a minute he’d Airdropped you his phone number and sent you a text just to make sure it went through. “I’ll text you. God, that sounds so lame. Is that what kids these days say?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Thanks for walking me back up. Drive safe.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You were in absolute heaven when you turned around and walked into the lobby of the apartment, and just to make sure he was okay you watched him walk back to his car. He drove away a minute later and you turned to go to the elevator.

“Where have you been?” Tom asked loudly, as soon as you walked into the apartment. “I was freaking out! Your location just said you were at Waffle House, but you didn’t respond, so I thought your phone got stolen or you died or…” He was definitely still half-drunk, you decided, when he stumbled over his words and his voice broke.

“I was with Sebastian,” you explained. Tom smiled.

“So you told him about…”

“Yep. I told him I have a crush on him and he said the same thing. We’re going out tomorrow night.”

“That’s my girl!” Tom high-fived you and giggled his way through the rest of the night. As you turned to your phone, you saw it light up with a text from Sebastian.

Pick you up tomorrow at 7??

Definitely.

A/N: I loved writing this one so I hope you like it too!!! A date with Seb would be 🥺🥺

#sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff

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risingsouls · 3 years

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[This one is really short but really soft and cute. But also infuriating because it’s so soft and cute.]

Nabooru touched down in front of the modest capsule house that had sprung up a few miles further into the desert outside of the community where she and the rest of the Gerudo lived. Part of her hadn’t expected Vegeta to remain so close to them, half convinced he would take up residence in some other secluded part of the world such as the tundras he trained in once in a while. On the surface, the decision made sense. With the two of them still training together on a near daily basis, remaining close meant less travel and time wasted. However, when one could fly as fast as they could, neither of those things really mattered. The thought brought a small smile to her lips; perhaps he had become more attached to her than he let on.

Or maybe she simply hoped in a small way that was the case.

Neatly folded fabric topped by the pliable chest armor rested in her arms, shifted to the crook of one so she could knock on the door. She rose earlier than she usually would, keen on catching Vegeta at his new home before he could jet off for his own training or come drag her from her own for a spar. A week had passed since she handed over the house to him, and she had yet to bother him here. He liked his space--needed it, considering the life he left behind and the lack of room to really understand himself and what he wanted since severing his ties working for Frieza--and she could respect that. But once Lanu finished the armor with the small edition and the other project she commissioned of her mother’s former apprentice, a week was all she could manage to wait.

Vegeta finished tugging on his boots when the knock sounded at the door, his expression darkening in mild annoyance. For a split second, he considered not answering, but when he sensed Nabooru’s energy, he snatched up his gloves and headed for the door. There were worst potential visitors at that particular hour, and, if for no other reason than to get back at him for all the times he had done it, he figured she would waltz in sans invite regardless.

Pulling the door open, his gaze roved a single pass over her. With her earlier than usual appearance, he expected the quick version of her daily beauty regimen that he usually forced upon her. Instead, her hair and makeup was immaculate and reeked of the undue effort she put into it all that he would never understand.

“You’re ready to go before me? I’m shocked.” He shifted to the side and nodded to the bundle in her hands, the shape of the armor on top enough to catch his attention. “What’s that?”

Nabooru strode inside, unsurprised to find it almost exactly as she had left it before relinquishing ownership, save for a few minor adjustments here and there, signs of it being lived in but just barely. “A housewarming gift,” she replied simply, perching herself on the arm of the couch. “Well, partially.”

The prince raised an eyebrow and kicked the door shut behind him. “How do you give a partial housewarming gift?”

Nabooru watched as he pulled his gloves on, mentally noting that she could count the times she had seen his hands free of them on one hand. “I say partially because one part is more like a delivery.” She set the bundle aside next to her on the couch, separating the battle suit, armor and matching gloves and boots from the portion she could better define as a proper gift. She extended it out to him. “Since you liked the prototype Lanu made you well enough, she finished a few more sets of armor for you. She thinks she's getting close to bettering it, too, and she says she welcomes your criticism.”

He took the armor from her, the color and style similar to what he had grown used to. For the best; he had never been particularly adventurous when it came to clothing.

Leaning forward, Nabooru tapped on the upper left side of the chest plate, unable to contain her smile. “We did add a little something this time. Nappa gave me the idea.”

Vegeta glanced toward the area she indicated. Etched in red on the white armor was the Saiyan royal crest, perfectly replicated as if designed on his home planet for him, the crown prince. He traced it with his thumb, unable to be fully annoyed by the sentimental touch. They were both in a tenuous place of remembering and forgetting, finding the balance between maintaining their identity and making it work in a world that wanted to erase it.

“Nappa drew it up for me, too,” she continued, answering his next question before he could voice it. “We were talking about Lanu making new outfits for his fighters and we got on the topic of her making your armor. He was half drunk and reminiscing and mentioned that your armor would have the crest on it if your home planet was still around so I...thought it might be a nice touch.”

“It’s perfect.” He glanced up from the armor and snorted as her expression morphed from stunned to warily pleased in a mere second. “What? Were you that worried I wouldn’t like it?”

“Well, you can be pretty picky if not impossible,” Nabooru sniffed, ignoring the flush in her cheeks. She tossed him a capsule. “There are a few more like it in there with a few slight color variations for you to try out. I can let her know what you like and don’t for the next batch.”

He caught the capsule and stored it in the armor until later. “And that?” he asked, nodding to the fabric left on the couch seat next to her.

“Oh, right!” Her smiled returned and she hopped to her feet, snatching up the second part of her gift. “You remember the flag I hung up in my living room, right? Well, when you asked me about it the other day, it gave me an idea.”

The flag in question was one of the few things left intact after the mob sieged their home. Nabooru had dug the broken standard from the rubble and pulled the tattered flag from it. Golden thread stitched her people’s symbol on a sun-worn crimson field, she couldn’t bear to leave it behind and kept it with them throughout their settlement on Earth. Once she had her own home, she could think of no better place to display it than her living room, a reminder that they survived, of their pride.

She unfurled the royal blue fabric and stretched it out in front of her, arms spread wide to show it off. “I owe Lanu for all these favors, but I had her make this for you, too. I knew you wouldn’t decorate yourself, so I’m giving you at least one thing to spruce things up a little.”

As her inquiry hinted, the Gerudo held a flag in her hands, not unlike the one tacked up on her wall. Only instead of depicting her people’s symbol, it proudly displayed the Saiyan crest in red in the center of a blue field. Vegeta couldn’t exactly remember if they had flags like this one, his memory of such details fuzzy from his short time on his home planet, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. Not that he had any real idea how to show that appreciation; everything he thought of felt contrived and stupid.

“I suppose after training today you’ll have to hang it up for me, then.”

Nabooru brought the ends together and refolded the flag, casting him a half-hearted glare that faded entirely when her painted lips tugged upward in a smirk to match his. “Oh, I have to hang it up?” she asked, setting it aside on the coffee table. “I’m not sure if you’re just lazy or trying to find a reason to spend a little extra time with me. If it’s the latter, all you have to do is ask, Vegeta.”

Turning, he wrenched the door open and huffed. “Shut up and let’s go. I haven’t got all day.” When he was certain his own blush had subsided, he glanced over his shoulder at her. “And don’t think that sucking up to me is going to save you from any kind of beating. I may even go harder on you.”

Nabooru swept past him and out into the desert heat, flipping her ponytail behind her in a flourish as she passed. “It’s about time. I like it on the rough side.”

Vegeta growled and slammed the door behind him, watching as she took to the sky before following suit moments later. Every damn time...

#// vegeta ♅#:: nabooru ☀#:: u7 refugee ☀#they're stupid and i hate them frankly #but i also really love them #geets: idk how to thank her #me: fucking kiss her maybe???#geets: no im just going to be a shit #she'll get it

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cncofantasias · 4 years

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Can you do something where you’re BFF with Richard and y’all go to the club. Some dude is flirting with you and Richard pretends to be your bf

Tonight was the night, you’d been studying and working for weeks on end without the possibility of a day off. But tonight, for the first time in weeks you’d finally gotten caught up with everything that you were able to call up all of the boys; and even some of your close girl friends to go out and have a great night.

I’d been a while since you had the opportunity to dress up, so what else were you to wear other than a tight dress; some cute lace up heels; and your hair/ makeup done beautifully. You’d gone all out tonight, because when were you gonna have another chance to go out like tonight? Another 2-3 weeks possibly.

Your girls and Richard were already at the club when you got there, they’d decided to get their early in order to make sure you guys got a comfortable table to sit at.

You stood at the entrance scanning the room looking for those familiar faces before you heard someone scream your name from the opposite side of where you were looking.

“Y/N, Chica! Estamos acá!” Your girl friend waved at you eagerly. She’d been flashing her arms all over the place you were half worried she might accidentally slap someone but still it brought a big smile to your face.

You strode towards their table eager to get the night started, “Bueno, bueno y’all were over here hiding from me or what?”

“Pues si, I was telling Valeria not to say anything but she felt bad leaving you standing there like a lost puppy,” your friend Gabby said. You’d let out a laugh before hugging your girls: Valeria and Gabby.

Richard had been quiet the whole time, silently racking his eyes over your appearance standing from behind you. His chest slightly tightened with nerves not being able to get over how gorgeous you looked. He’d had a crush on you for so long, but after getting to know you and becoming more and more of your friend. He became too scared to ever make a move because he didn’t want to lose your friendship. So he silently suffered on times like this when all he wanted to do was hold you as if you were HIS girl.

You quickly turned around facing him with the biggest smile on your face, “Y tú qué you’re not gonna tell me how much you missed me.”

He quickly covered up his flustered look as your girls snickered behind you well aware of his dilemma. Before sending you one of his charming smiles and saying, “Nena I didn’t even miss you a little.”

You gave him a fake shocked expression, hand over your heart. “Que mentiroso. Por seguro estabas llorando por mi.”

He chuckled, sending you a quick wink, “if you only knew.”

Your smile slightly faltered unsure of what he meant but hoping it was what you’d wanted it to mean.

You slightly shock your head with a strong smile before pulling him in for a fully hug. It’d been one of those hugs that made you lose track of time. That molded you two into each other and made you crave for more but at the same time be content you were at least sharing the moment. You heard your friends loudly cough behind you two.

“We didn’t come here to be third wheels y’all.”

You gave him one last squeeze before letting go, your nostrils had been filled with his scent. From his cologne to the way his body wash smelled, the fabric softener he used on his clothes. And equally the same, your perfume drove him nuts. He couldn’t begin to explain the way your perfume made him feel at home.

“Okay so where are the other boys?”

“They’re coming they just took a long time getting ready and I wanted to get here early make sure we got a good table,” Richard said slightly distracted from your hug.

He’d been lying though, he knew the girls were coming early for the table but he also knew that you’d be here early so instead of coming with the rest of the boys he decided to come at the same time you did so he could have some time to talk to you, see you before everyone else came and stole your attention.

“Right, we’re gonna go get some shots we’ll be right back. Come on Valeria.”

You gave Richard a goofy look making him chuckle next to you.

“How’ve you been b?”

“I’ve been okay princesa. How’re you doing lately? I never get to see you anymore.”

You looked away from him slightly guilty, “I know I’m sorry. It’s just when I’m not working I’m studying. When I’m not studying I’m working and when I’m not doing either I’m trying to keep up with house chores or catch up on sleep.”

He nodded, slightly disappointed. Although he understood your circumstance he knew that after tonight things were gonna go back to the way they were before of simple texts every now and then.

Instead of telling you this though he plastered a fake smile grabbing your hand squeezing it and saying, “then let’s have a good night tonight and forget about the rest princesa.”

You nodded squeezing his hand back.

•••

It’d been at least two hours and by now the club was packed and all the boys were here. By then you’d lost track of Richard, although you’d hoped that you two could stick together and dance a few songs together. Your journey of losing track of him had started when you decided to break off to the bar.

Currently you’d been sitting at the bar drinking your martini before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to met by crystal blue eyes and a smile so perfect you’d wondered if he had ever had braces of some sort.

To say he was handsome was an understatement he looked like he could at least be the model for an underwear company or one of those models that is paired with an equally beautiful girl to act as though they were just casually laying on each other of an expensive couch and in branded jeans. But still as beautiful and handsome as he was, your mind drifted to Richard and where he would be and who he could be with.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

He laughed a bit admiring your cut to the chase attitude, “I won’t start off by stating how a beautiful girl like you could be sitting at the bar alone it’s too cheesy and you don’t look like the kind of girl to like the corniness.”

You laughed slightly, “you’re right I don’t. That line is too over said. So what will you start off by stating.”

He didn’t realize you’d be so bold to put him on the spot, but he knew that he’d have to counter it in order to get you to waste any more of your precious time with him.

“Well, if I impress you with a line can I be rewarded with a dance?”

“Perhaps if the line is any good.”

“Well, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” He’d paired it with a wink and although you hated to admit it. It was cute and made you smile with a slight laugh. So you downed your drink, hey they charge way too much to just leave it at the bar. And took his hand leading him to the floor.

You’d decided in your head to forget about Richard, at this point you’d began to believe you were friends and nothing more so why not have some fun with someone else.

By this point, you and Mr. Blue Eyes had been dancing for at least two songs before you felt someone push you apart. Stunned and a little tipsy drunk by this point you turned to be met by some yelling.

“Hey keep your hands off my girl!”

“Your girl? By the way she was dancing it looked like she’d rather be with me.”

There Richard stood in front of you with his back to you, fighting with Mr Blue Eyes on the dance floor acting as though you were as he said it “his girl”.

“Just keep your hands off of her, she’s taken.”

“Whatever man. Looks like you have bigger problems if your girl is gonna go be slutty dancing on the floor with another guy.”

You’d been shocked at his accusation and to slut shame you on the floor was something else that hit differently. Before you could say anything or even register what was about to happen. Richard punched him in the face.

“Don’t call her a slut.”

You reached out grabbing the back of Richard’s arms, your drunk state had at this point worn off enough for you to pull him back into your chest. You squeezed his arms before whispering to him.

“Richard come on, please let’s just go. Don’t worry about him.”

He relaxed into your touch before nodding his head and grabbing your hand dragging you out of the club with him. You didn’t know what to say as the both of you walked to his car. Whatever argument you both were about to get into was best held in private. As you neared the car Richard opened the passenger door for you. You waited until he himself was settled into his seat before you decided to raise hell over him.

“What in the hell was that?! I was having a good time dancing before you come in and yell at this guy telling him in your girl. And then you punch him! Are you trying hard to get arrested tonight or what’s your problem Richard?! Que te pasa no estás pensando o que?”

“If I was thinking I wouldn’t of waited so long..” his voice quiet compared to yours. He’d known he messed up based on how long he waited to make a move on you. He knew deep down he couldn’t be mad at you for ever dancing or flirting and certainly not for deciding to be with someone else because he never made a move on you. And you weren’t his.

“What’re you talking about Richard? You always do this every time we’re together you’ll get upset if you see me with someone else and I don’t understand why. We’re supposedly just friends. You’ve never shown any interest in me otherwise.”

He slightly laughed at your naiveness, he knew that everyone else had figured out his feelings for you without him saying anything. Everyone besides you.

“Why do you think I get jealous huh? Would I get jealous or even care of you being with someone else if I didn’t have an enormous crush on you?”

You say besides him suddenly growing quiet. He turned to look at you both of his hands on the wheel and he stared at you, wanting to read your next move. But you were blank. So he turned back to looking out the front windowing shaking his head at his stupidity.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you I knew you wouldn’t feel the same and I’m sorry. I won’t interfere in your love life anymore I don’t know what I was—“

Suddenly you cut him grabbing his face and planting your lips on his. He was stunned in his place unable to register that your mouth was actually on his.

You pulled away still holding his face, “Richard Camacho kiss me you idiot.” You said with a smile on your face. He nodded his head dumbfounded still before pulling you again at your waist.

It’d been the kind of kiss that you were hungrily pulling at each other. It lasted a few minutes but still, even as you pulled away, you were both left with the feeling of wanting more. But also being happy that it was finally happening.

You both looked at each other amazed that you’d just kissed. A smile spread across your face and as Richard looked at you one spread across his as well. You leaned your forehead on his your hand still caressing his cheek.

“I like you too. I always have.”

“I’m sorry I was so stupid and didn’t say anything earlier.”

“Don’t worry about that, everything happens at its own time and for a reason.”

He admired your positivity and quickly peaked your lips one more time.

“Does this mean you really are my girl now?”

You giggled at him, “of course it does. What kind of question is that?”

He laughed too, “I’m just checking to make sure.”

For the rest of the night you two reminisced over all the moments that seemed off at the time when you guys were ‘just friends who didn’t like each other’. All the times that you’d both shared in jealousy.

From that moment on instead of contacting him every 2-3 weeks to go out you two had both made time for each other every single day. Your relationship sprouted into one of happiness and content. From the moment you two began being a couple everybody knew. You were end game.

#cnco #cnco fanfic #cnco richard #richard camacho #richard camacho imagines

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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i’d cry for a million years over #12 on the h/c prompts, it being about the other boys (or remus alone) first realising how the Black Family treats their eldest son

A tiny bit different but oh well! Angsty, and I hope you enjoy the break from my villain au!

Sirius kicks the door closed behind him, slamming it was a satisfactory sound. The noise echoes throughout the house, so much louder then it ought to be and for a moment he’s tempted to slam it again.

He knows not to, though, knows that slamming it once more would just make his mother come upstairs and then everything would go to hell.

He longed to, to wrench the door open, the wood biting into his fingers, slam it so hard that the wall cracked. He wanted to shatter the windows and fly out, wanted to burn this fucking mansion to the ground.

He’s 13. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling this, the absolute hatred that coursed through his veins, the absolute loathing of his parents. He knows that he shouldn’t dream about them, of waking and running downstairs and finding them dead on the floor, blood running through the floorboards. He knows that he shouldn’t talk back the way he did, shouldn’t cast spells meant to hurt his parents, shouldn’t spend hours thinking of ways to kill them without being caught.

But he did.

People always called him a wild boy, someone that couldn’t be tamed. Burning up with too much, too much arrogance and talent and hidden, broken pain.

He hisses, glancing down at his arm; the cloth that he had wrapped around it was colored a bright, vibrant red. He’s a little dizzy, the bed swaying slightly underneath his feet but he ignores it, clenching his teeth and removing the cloth.

He exhales, hard through his nose as he examines the cut. It’s long, from his wrists to his elbows, a bloodied, leaking gash; crimson drops stain the bedsheets where he sits. He knew it was luck, blind, dumb luck that he had gotten this cut, used his arm to block a curse that was meant for his face.

He looks up, at the mirror hanging on the wall opposite from him and winces. A pair of grey eyes stare back at him, flat and empty, and he tries to imagine a raised scar streaking across his face.

Just like Remus, he thinks, and a small smile stretches across his lips. Suddenly, the thought of a scar didn’t seem so bad. Remus had them, and he was handsome enough.

Sirius looks down, trying to ignore the small flutter in his chest. He places the tip of his wand against the cut, wincing at the sting that echoed through his body. “Episkey,” he murmured, and the cut began to slowly close.

Remus was better at these healing spells, but he was all the way in Wales in holiday and Sirius couldn’t reach him. The cuts always seemed to scar whenever Sirius attempted to heal himself; long, vicious ones that stood out against his pale skin.

He watches the skin stretch together, the scar silvery and bright and Sirius let out a sigh of relief. He stands, examining himself in the mirror; there’s a deep cut on his lip, a bruise along his cheek. He presses the tip of his wand to the cut, wiping the blood off his lip. “Episkey.”

The wound closes, the skin itchy and tender as Sirius stands. There’s a spell for bruises but he doesn’t know it - he usually made do with his mother’s makeup. He straightens, stretching his back with a wince; the cuts hadn’t quite fully healed there, despite the Episkey’s. Some cuts were too deep for simple healing wounds, and Sirius just had to live with them until they healed. He stabs his wand at the bedsheets, the blood disappearing, then turned around.

He froze. Regulus stood at the doorway, in his dressing gown, hair messy and eyes impossibly large. There was a cup clutched in his hand; steam rose from it and Sirius thought he smelt tea. “I thought you might - “

“What do you want, Regulus?” The words came out harder then he intended it to and Sirius winces. “Oh shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Regulus gives him a tiny nod; Sirius realizes he can hear the cup rattling in it’s saucer. “I thought you might want some tea. You and Mother got in a fight and I thought….I thought you might want something to drink.”

Sirius gives him a wan smile. “Thanks.” He watches as Regulus set the teacup on his desk, on top of a set of books. The smell of tea filled his room, bergamot and sugar, the liquid creamy thanks to the milk that was put inside of it. He winks at Regulus, still staring at him with his huge grey eyes. “Don’t worry about it. It was just some stupid fight.”

Regulus blinks. “Where did you get those bruises?”

Shit. Regulus knew, to some extent, about the fights going on downstairs. The whole house echoed with them; Walburga’s shouts and Sirius’ screams, the occasional sound of flesh hitting skin ricocheting around the room.

But he didn’t know how badly Sirius was hurt, how sometimes he had to drag his aching, bloodied body up the stairs. How only 2 weeks ago, Walburga has used Crucio on him, just once, pain filling his body in nauseating waves until he thought he would die. How every sheet he owned was faded, the silk turning white because no matter how many times he vanished the blood, sometimes bleach was the only way to erase the stains. How he had passed his charms exam with flying colors because he had used every single one of the spells to hide his wounds - from vanishing charms to healing spells.

He would have ran, ran a long, long time ago ifnit wasn’t for Regulus. Because if he left, who would take the brunt of his mother’s anger? Who would she Crucio when she was drunk, carve scars into flesh when she was mad? She would hurt Regulus and Sirius couldn’t - wouldn’t - let that happen.

He let out a small breath, shifting slightly on the bed so that he was covering the blood rag that he had tossed there earlier. “I tripped,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Hit my cheek on my desk.”

Regulus regarded him with those dark eyes. “And the cuts?”

Sirius blinked. “What cuts?”

“I’ve seen you, you know,” Regulus told him, his voice too solemn for a 12 year old. “Last year, before the Hogwarts Express came. You had your shirt off and you were casting some spell - it erased the marks, I think. And you had so many scars. All over your back.”

Shit, Sirius thought, heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve had a lot of accidents,” he started.

Regulus shook his head. “It’s mother, isn’t it. She’s hurting you.”

It was like a wall broke, shattered inside of Sirius. He slumped, like a puppet with it’s strings cut, his head dropping down to rest in his hands. He felt the bed sag down next to him - Regulus had taken a seat besides him, rubbing slow, careful circles on Sirius’ back. He sniffs, throat swollen, like a stone was lodged in his mouth. “Thanks Reg.”

“I think you should leave,” Regulus says. His voice was deadly serious and for an instant he sounded older, like Sirius’ twin instead of younger brother. “I think you should run. Far away and very fast.”

Sirius’ voice is gentle, like he was soothing a wild animal. “I can’t, Reg.”

“Why?” Regulus sounded confused. “You hate it here anyway. There’s nothing more for you - you could live with James, or maybe Remus - “

Sirius shakes his head. “Because of you, Reg. At least while I’m here Mother only hurts me. But the minute I’m gone, she’ll turn her attention to you.”

“You took it,” Regulus whispers. “She hurt you. For how long, Sirius? How long has she been hurting you like this?”

“Like this?” Sirius echoes. He lets out a shaking breath. “Since I was 9.”

Regulus falls silent; Sirius could see the cogs spinning in his brain. His face hardened, his mouth setting into a hard, straight line, suddenly looking very much like Sirius did when he looked into the mirror. “Sirius. Please. She’ll kill you. You have to leave.”

Sirius smiles. He reached out cautiously, ruffling Regulus’ hair, his back screaming with the movement. They were rarely ever affectionate with each other; Sirius the rebellious child and Reguus the perfect son, but he’d always protect him. Even if it killed him, he’s protect his little brother.

“Oh Regulus,” he says, smiling fondly down at him. “You know I can’t.”

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Because I Got High”

About the Corona virus/Quarantine epidemic, I admit this Corona virus/Quarantine epidemic is horrible, no doubt about that, and I hate how I can't go certain places that I want to go to because of it (i.e. the library).

However, there is a positive thing about the Quarantine, and one of them is that I can type fanfics during the daytime.

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1997, the year this fanfic is set in, this would be the last year one of the most prominent, iconic and beloved stars of the New Generation era and throughout the 90's, Shawn Michaels, would fully be wrestling and giving promos throughout the most famous wrestling company in the world, until the next year, where he'd continue to wrestle until a back injury caused him to retire from the company until 2002.

Which is a damn shame, because how HOT was Shawn in 1998-2001, especially the summer of 1998 when he returned with shorter hair?

Speaking of hotness, you've grown a crush on Shawn Michaels lately, especially considering he's gotten rid of that tacky outdated mullet, and in 1997, Shawn was sexier than ever before (at least in my opinion).

However, Shawn's been on a downward spiral lately, even other wrestlers admit that, not just with his horrendous behavior and attitude towards other wrestlers, but with his drug and alcohol addiction he's struggled with since the late 1980's.

Even though you do wish Shawn could get clean and sober from drugs, however, seeing Shawn partying, and not the kind of partying that involves piñatas, but instead partying with booze and drugs, has given you a pretty clever idea.

You've done drugs before, in fact, you were addicted to them throughout the majority of the 90's because you were a stupid teenager who experimented with drugs, cigarettes, alcohol and sex simply because you thought all of those things were cool.

Tonight, you and Shawn were in a hotel room the two of you shared, you were lying on your back across the only bed in this room stark naked.

Not only were you stark naked, but before you could do anything that night, you removed the makeup off of your face in the bathroom before you shed your clothes off.

That way, you can go to sleep with him without falling asleep while wearing makeup. Smart thinking.

You hadn't drank any alcohol or done any drugs that night...yet.

You and Shawn managed to actually sneak some drugs into the hotel, and you had some bottles of alcohol sitting in a cooler filled with ice, that cooler was right next to the bed.

Previously before you went to your hotel room, you told Shawn what you wanted to do with him tonight, after the show was over, and he was absolutely down and excited to do this with you and to you.

You had a can of Zima next to you that looked like a soda can, that way you can just pop the can off like it's soda and not have Shawn open it with a bottle opener.

Though, Shawn did bring a bottle opener with him, just so he could open a beer bottle.

You asked Shawn if it's okay if you pour Zima on your body for him to drink up, and he was fine with it.

Shawn loves beer the most, but you'd rather have him pour Zima, vodka or tequila on you instead of beer.

He might be from Texas, but he's not Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Your hand reached for the Zima can next to you, where you wrapped your fingers around the can and held it in the palm of your hand, pulling that can above your torso.

You directed your other hand towards the top of the can, where you raised the cap and the can opened.

You moved your palm holding the can towards your stomach, where you tipped the can slightly.

You poured some Zima from your stomach up to your breasts, drenching both of your tits in alcohol.

Mmmmm. Shawn might like that, maybe.

Thankfully and luckily, Shawn was lying in bed right next to you, albeit he still had his wrestling tights on.

He was watching you pour alcohol on your body, and even he couldn't wait to drink all that alcohol up.

He crawled on hands and knees towards your right thigh.

"Can you spread your legs open for me?" he asked.

Even without saying a word, your legs suddenly spread apart.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed.

"You're welcome" you replied with a smile.

He lifted one of his legs above your legs, then the other, where he sat in between your legs.

So that's why he wanted to be in between your legs, amongst probably other things...

He then leaned and lowered his head towards your stomach, his neck and torso lowering to you as well.

His tongue left his mouth, where he gave the little puddle above your navel a lick, tasting that iconic 90's alcohol on his tongue.

Tastes...meh....

He prefers beer, but whatever floats your boat.

He gave your stomach another quick little lick, his tongue flat on your wet stomach until the tip of it was raised.

But enough of that...

He placed his tongue flatly on your stomach, where he raised and dragged his tongue up the middle of your torso, this time letting his tongue taste that alcohol.

The alcohol was kind of burning his tongue when he dragged his tongue up your damp torso, but he'll forget about that pain soon.

You felt his tongue drag up your skin, and it felt so good.

The hair on your arms was standing erect when he did this.

He was hovering over your torso more and more, and having such a sexy wrestler hovering over you, licking alcohol off of you made blood rush to your clitoris.

His tongue brushed up the middle of your torso, licking up that alcohol.

Even though it felt so good having his tongue brush up your stomach, it didn't feel good enough.

Some of the Zima actually spilled and splashed onto the bedsheets, but, whatever.

Once his face was in the middle of your tits, he moved his face in front of your left breast, only to lower his head down to your left tit.

Before he could suck your tit, his tongue crawled out of his mouth, only to land on an area a few inches above your areola.

He dragged his tongue all across your breast, licking up that Zima, getting it off of your tit, smothering the skin area of your tit in his saliva.

His tongue traveled from above your areola, only to snake on the right side a few inches beside your areola, then down to the bottom of your tit.

This did feel amazing, goosebumps were appearing on your arms, but it didn't feel quite good enough.

His tongue was snaking all over your tit, trying to get all the alcohol off of your breast.

Sometimes his tongue would crawl back into his mouth so he could gulp that alcohol down, but his tongue was snaking and swirling all on your breast, until he got all the alcohol off of your tit and reached your areola.

Once he finally reached your areola and nipple, after he finished licking up all the alcohol on your breast, he placed your nipple in his mouth and started sucking your nipple.

And not just that, but he was also sucking the alcohol off of your nipple, and the tip of his tongue was running in circles on your areola.

When the alcohol was in his mouth, he gulped it down, all while still sucking your tit.

Not just that, but if some alcohol dripped down your tit, his tongue would loll out of his mouth on your tit and lick up that Zima dripping down your tit like a raindrop down a window.

His mouth was wrapped tightly around your nipple.

Thank God your head was resting on a pillow, that way you don't have to arch your head back.

Your eyes had rolled in the back of your head, your eyelids shut your eyes and the small of your back was arched and raised from the mattress.

Both of your hands, specifically your palms, were gripping onto the mattress's sheets.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Shaaaaaaaaawn" you moaned, hopefully no one will hear you next door.

He's probably hoping you moan out "aaaaaaaaaah, ahhhhhh, Shawnnnnn!" like those women at the beginning of his entrance music, which you have moaned out before.

"Y'like me sucking your tit, baby?" he purred, his voice warm and husky, like a glass of whisky.

He said this while his nipple was halfway in his mouth, his breath hot on your nipple and areola.

"Yesssss" you whined, hushing your voice so the people next door won't hear you.

"You're being a good girl" he coaxed, his voice hushed and quiet.

He went back to sucking your nipple, and he wasn't just sucking your nipple, but kissing your nipple like he kisses your lips, or any woman's lips, basically making out with your nipple.

Not just that, but the tip of his tongue was continuing to run in circles over and over on your nipple.

Sometimes his tongue would crawl back into his mouth so he could swallow the alcohol on his tongue, though, there wasn't really a lot of alcohol on his tongue.

"Shawn, this feels sooooo gooood" you whispered and moaned at the same time.

"Does it?" Shawn asked, the corner of his mouth stretching to make a smirk.

His mouth tightly wrapped around your nipple, and while he was sucking your nipple, your nipple bobbed and went up and down in his mouth.

You may as well do this now...

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Shaaaaaaaawn!" you whined.

All Shawn could think when you moaned that were the cries of those women at the beginning of his entrance theme.

And while this was lovely and all, there's some alcohol on your other tit Shawn hasn't licked and sucked up.

He dragged his tongue across the right side of your tongue, his tongue gliding across the space in between your tits, until his tongue reached the top of your right tit.

Once his tongue was on your other tit, his tongue traveled all over your tit, dragging on the skin area of your tit, his tongue lowering down your breast, only to turn a swift curve across the bottom of your tit.

His tongue was getting stained in Zima, but surprisingly, he wasn't getting drunk, which might be a good thing, and I'll tell you why later.

He elevated his tongue up the left side of your tit, only for his tongue to turn across your tit.

His tongue swirled all over the skin areas of your breast, his tongue licking and making a swirl on your tit, lapping up and making sure he gets all the alcohol off of your boob.

His tongue tried not to miss any spots and was doing a good job, his tongue replacing the alcohol with his own saliva.

Surprisingly, while Shawn was busy licking you up, you didn't put your hand behind his head and run your fingers through your hair.

You forgot to do that!

But don't worry, you will do that.

Once Shawn was finished licking up all the alcohol off of your tit, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, then began sucking it.

And not just that, but he ran his tongue over and over again in circles on your areola.

While he was doing that, your hand ran behind his head, where your fingers roamed, ran and combed his hair, over and over again.

He felt you run your fingers through his locks and thought "Why didn't she do this to me while I was licking her body and her other tit?".

Indeed, you don't know why. But at least you're doing it now!

Some of the alcohol on your tit had dripped down his chin, heh, gives new meaning to "sweet chin music".

His tongue lolled out of his mouth, trying to lap up the Zima that dripped down his chin, but it was no use.

While he was laying on top of you, he was trying not to crush you considering he's heavier than you.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah" you moaned. "Lick me baby, suck me!"

Your voice wasn't loud, but hushed, that way people next door won't hear you.

It probably isn't the best place to get high in a hotel room, you should've done it in the locker room, the dressing room or on your tourbus!

His mouth was sucking the alcohol off of your nipple, swallowing it.

His mouth sucked the alcohol off of your nipple and areola like a vacuum cleaner.

When he was licking your areola around in circles, he wasn't just licking it off, but also trying to make you feel good, great even.

Some of the alcohol on your areola was dripping down your tit, but he managed to catch that alcohol dripping down your tit with his mouth.

Then, he did something to your tit he didn't do to your other breast.

His mouth stretched out and widened, and not just that, but his mouth tried fitting your whole entire breast in his mouth.

Surprisingly, it worked.

However, the width of his mouth was shortening more and more, and he couldn't hold your whole entire breast in his mouth.

The walls inside his mouth as well as his lips were brushing all across your tit as his mouth and lips elevated to your nipple, until his lips and mouth stopped and paused at your areola.

His mouth was smearing your breast in his saliva.

Honestly, he spent too much time on your tits, now it's time to get to other areas besides your tits!

Your arm was stretched out, your hand was trying to grip wrap around the can.

Finally, your fingers were wrapped around that Zima can, holding it in your palm.

You pulled that can up to your chest, where you poured some of the can on your collarbone and on your neck, specifically the middle of your neck, and even poured some Zima on top of your lips, wetting your lips.

Your arm stretched out to the nightstand next to you and placed that can of Zima back on the drawer where you let the can sit there.

Shawn heard you spill some Zima on your collarbone and neck, where his head raised up and looked at you.

He actually could halfway even see your arm stretch out to grab the can, where he pulled himself away a few inches while you poured more Zima on yourself.

Hopefully his hair won't catch on fire.

Speaking of hair, you could feel his chest and body hair on your torso, and you'd love to lick alcohol and even snort cocaine off of his torso, but his torso's covered in chest hair, yuck!

When you sat the can back down on the nightstand, Shawn's head ran a few inches back towards your chest, where he placed his tongue on the puddle of Zima on your collarbone.

He dragged his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck, where his tongue brushed from your collarbone up to the middle of your neck, the top of his tongue getting drenched in alcohol.

Once he felt like he got enough alcohol in his mouth, his tongue crawled back into his mouth, only for his lips to shut right after his tongue got into his mouth, where he swallowed some of that alcohol.

Some of the alcohol, dripped across both sides of your neck and collarbone, and Shawn's tongue trailed all over your collarbone, licking up that alcohol, making sure he doesn't miss a spot.

While this did feel pretty good, it didn't feel that good.

His tongue directed to the left side of your collarbone, licking the drops of alcohol that spilled down the left side of your neck.

He then moved his tongue to the right side of your neck, where his tongue licked up the alcohol that dropped down the right side of your body.

He honestly doesn't have to lick up all the alcohol off of you.

His tongue then dragged up to the middle of your neck, where his mouth stopped there.

His lips began kissing the middle of your neck pretty vigorously and sexily, his breath hot on your neck.

His heavy breathing sent some heat into your pussy, specifically your clitoris.

Your head arched back, your mouth was open and your eyes were closed.

"Ohhh yesssss, Shaaaaaawn!" you moaned, your voice feeling hot and heavy.

Shawn directed his hand behind your head, where he held and cradled your head in his palm, his fingers in your hair.

He brushed and elevated his lips up your neck towards your own lips, that were drenched in Zima alcohol, where he locked your lips on yours.

When his lips locked on your mouth, the alcohol on your lips transferred to his lips, where the two of yours lips made lipsmacking sounds once they parted, only for your lips as well as his lips to join again, then part, then join, rinse and repeat.

While the two of you were making out, Shawn's tongue snuck out of his mouth and landed on the corner of your mouth, where the tip of his tongue trailed over your upper lip.

Once his tongue reached the other side of your upper lip, the tip of his tongue moved onto your bottom lip, where his tongue, specifically the tip of it, ran across your bottom lip.

Your upper part of your body (your head and torso) rose up from the mattress, where your hand was behind Shawn's head, your fingers running and combing his brown locks.

His fingers were running and roaming through your hair as well.

You then suddenly toppled on top of Shawn, where now Shawn's back was laying on the mattress, not yours.

And for a while, the two of you were making out with each other.

While you were kissing him, you could feel his tongue run over your lips, and that's awesome.

Your tongue snuck out of your mouth and landed at the corner of Shawn's upper lip, just like Shawn's tongue did with your upper lip.

You dragged and trailed the tip of your tongue across his upper lip, only to drag your tongue across Shawn's bottom lip once you reached the other side.

Shawn felt your tongue on his lips, sometimes your tongue bumped into his, and this is something that you wanted.

When your tongue nudged into his while kissing him, your tongue paused at licking across his lips, but instead crawled on top of his tongue, dragging your tongue across his.

He felt you trying to French kiss him, and he couldn't help but give in back.

Your tongue was now underneath his tongue, where the tip of your tongue was giving his tongue a few licks.

The two of you spent quite some time French kissing each other, flicking and, well, wrestling (ba-dum-tssssssh) each others tongues.

Even though this was sexy, this wasn't all you wanted to do with Shawn, oh no.

You lifted yourself off of Shawn, then stretched your arm out, your hand reaching out for the Zima can on the nightstand.

You wrapped your fingers around that can and pulled the can to you, where you directed that can over Shawn's neck.

Your hand tipped the can a bit, where some Zima poured out of the hole and landed on Shawn's neck and Adam's apple, drenching and wetting his neck.

You placed that Zima can back down on the nightstand, then you leaned your head down into Shawn's neck, you were now lying on top of Shawn on your stomach.

Your tongue licked a trail up the middle of Shawn's neck, and once you got back to the bottom of Shawn's neck, your tongue brushed up to his Adam's apple, where you paused there.

You then began passionately kissing and sucking his Adam's apple like you were kissing his lips not too long ago.

It's like there was a string connected to Shawn's genitals and his neck, this was very arousing for him.

He was even feeling like you when he sucked your tits, licked your areolas and what have you.

His neck and head were arched back, the back of his neck was raising from the mattress, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" he moaned.

The tip of your tongue was flicking and swirling on and around his Adam's apple, sometimes you even sucked his Adam's apple.

Your lips also sometimes puckered and scrunched up, giving little kisses on his Adam's apple.

Your tongue then went back down to the bottom of his neck, where your tongue brushed up his neck, not just the middle of his neck, but both sides of his neck as well, licking up the alcohol, going back down to the bottom of his neck once you reached the top.

Not just that, but your face was halfway smothered into his neck, your lips were making out and heavily kissing his neck, your breath and heavy breathing on his neck.

It was your lips smothering his neck, not your face!

Y'know those stereotypical "hot and heavy" sex scenes in movies, TV shows, even sometimes music videos, especially two

Sadly, Shawn has some chest hair on his torso, which will interfere with what you really want to do with him, and that's snort cocaine and speed off of his body, even lick alcohol off of his body.

However, there's always his hairless back.

Your head raised up from his neck, your lips no longer on his neck.

"Hey Shawn" you said to him "I want you to lie on the mattress on your stomach. I'm gonna snort some cocaine off of your back".

Shawn remembered what you said to him about snorting coke off of his body.

He never has snorted and done cocaine, which is shocking considering the party boy he is.

You'd love it if Shawn snorted coke or even his daily painkillers off of your body, and maybe he will.

"Shawn" you told him "Y'wanna snort some cocaine off of me?"

He never really did snort cocaine before.

Hmmmm...maybe he'll have to do that backstage during a future WWF show soon...

"Well?" you asked him.

"Maybe another time" was his answer.

Y'know, even though he never has done cocaine, he does have another match to do tomorrow...

"Alright then" you replied. "Now lay on your back for me, please"

Shawn lifted his body off of the mattress, then flipped the position he was laying on the mattress.

Instead of laying on his back on the bed, this time he was laying on his torso and stomach.

His back is wonderful. Not a single bit of hair there.

Although, before you do anything to Shawn's back, you have to ask him this...

"Shawn" you asked. "Would it be gross if I licked alcohol off of your back?"

"N-no, not really" he answered.

You walked on your knees on the mattress towards the nightstand, where you picked up the little Ziplock baggie of cocaine in one hand and a little plastic straw in the other.

That plastic straw is the snort the cocaine.

You walked up to Shawn on your knees, holding 2 things in both hands.

Once you were right next to Shawn, you opened that Ziplock bag and sprinkled a little bit of cocaine on his left shoulder blade, forming a little line of coke for you to snort.

You'd love to snort some cocaine off of his spine, but you're scared that once you snort all the coke and speed off of him and pour alcohol where those 2 drugs were previously on, his body will catch on fire.

At least you have somewhat of a conscience, and I'll get to that later.

You then sealed the baggie shut and leaned your face down into his left shoulder blade, holding that plastic straw under one of your nostrils, you were hovering over Shawn like a tent.

Once that plastic straw was at the end of one of those cocaine lines, you snorted that line of coke up your nose, dragging that straw across the line of cocaine on his shoulder blade until it reached the end of the line of cocaine.

Your pupils instantly dilated, becoming bigger and wider, your heart suddenly beating much faster than usual.

What you're about to do next is definitely not safe, and you're surprised you won't be dead after this, but...

You then raised the upper half of your body up and walked over to the nightstand again on your knees on the mattress, then placed the bag of cocaine on the nightstand and grabbed the Ziplock bag filled with speed.

The speed was crushed up and looked like powder, it looked like the bag filled with coke you previously snorted from, but you can tell the difference between cocaine and speed.

The bag itself wasn't really that much big, neither was the bag of cocaine.

You walked on your knees back to Shawn again on the mattress, where you opened the Ziplock baggie filled with speed, raise your hand above the bag and let your hand enter that plastic bag, only to fish out some speed on your fingers.

You sprinkled a line of speed on Shawn's right shoulder blade, you're afraid that some of the cocaine and speed will end up mixing together if you sprinkled it on his other shoulder blade, and when you snort that mixture together, you'll probably have a seizure or something...

You face leaned into that line of speed, putting the plastic straw you were holding under your other nostril.

Once that nostril hit the beginning of that line, your nose inhaled and snorted that line of speed.

You dragged that plastic straw across the line of speed, the speed getting sucked up that plastic straw and up your other nostril, until you reached the end of the line of speed.

You just hope and pray you won't die tonight from snorting 2 drugs.

You walked on your knees to the cooler next to the bed, where you wrapped your fingers around the shaft of a margarita bottle, pulling that bottle out of the cooler.

One hand popped the cork off of the bottle, and thankfully the alcohol wasn't spilling out like a champagne bottle...yet.

You walked on your knees on the bed back to Shawn, and once you were standing on your knees next to Shawn's back, your hand directed the bottle to the small of Shawn's back, hovering over the small of his back.

Tilting the bottle a bit, you poured a bit of alcohol on the small of his back, pouring a line of this alcohol from the small of his back to below the middle of his shoulder blades.

Even though you snorted 2 drugs up your nose, you were trying to be careful pouring that alcohol, why?

You were afraid if you poured that margarita and it touched where those cocaine and speed lines were, it would mix and his back probably would catch on fire.

Once the cold alcohol had touched his skin, he flinched a bit, shutting his eyes and clinching his teeth at how cold it is, what since it was in a cooler previously, but it isn't intolerable.

You placed the cork inside the bottle's hole, the cork blocking potential alcohol from spilling out the bottle for now.

You walked back to the cooler next to your bed on your knees on the mattress, and placed that margarita bottle in the cooler, then walked back to Shawn, still lying on his stomach on that bed.

Your head and face leaned into the small of Shawn's back, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you leaned further and further into the small of his back.

Thinking of it, maybe it would be better if you sitting in between his thighs while leaning over his ass, licking up the alcohol, though you won't do that now.

Once your tongue touched that alcohol, you trailed your tongue up that puddle of alcohol up his back, licking that margarita.

You were trying to be very careful so the alcohol won't end up mixing with the cocaine and speed that was previously on his shoulder blades.

Your head was elevating more and more up his back, so was your neck and upper half of your body, for that matter.

Once you reached below his shoulder blades, you went back down to the small of his back, licking that little puddle of alcohol.

Your tongue pulled back into your mouth, tasting that bitter margarita.

While you were licking the alcohol off of him, you wonder maybe if Shawn could spread his legs, his thighs in particular, so you should sit in between the space of his thighs and lick up that alcohol there.

Hmmmmm...

It would also probably be safer to do that too, considering what would happen to the alcohol if it meets the cocaine and speed on his shoulder blades.

Those 2 drugs might've been snorted up your nose, but little tidbits and sprinkles of them might still be there on his shoulder blades.

"Shawn?" you said.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Could you maybe...spread your thighs and legs wide open?" you asked him. "So I can sit in between your thighs and lick and suck up the alcohol from there".

His legs and thighs suddenly parted from one another, his thighs spreading out even wider just to make room for you.

Once his thighs spread out wide enough, you lifted one of your legs over one of his legs, only to place your leg in between the empty space in between his legs, then lifting your other leg over one of his legs.

Now you were

You leaned your upper body, specifically your head, above the elastic of his tights and below the puddle of alcohol spilled on his back.

You stuck your tongue out, placing your tongue on that alcohol.

You raised your tongue up that puddle of alcohol, your head elevating up that puddle of alcohol as your tongue licked up that alcohol.

You were trying to be careful with licking up that puddle of alcohol on his spine, making sure some of alcohol on his back didn't spill on opposite sides of his body.

You were licking that alcohol like Madonna licked the alcohol off of Willem Dafoe's body in "Body of Evidence", that scene where Madonna and Willem are in a bedroom, she pours a bottle of alcohol on his torso and licks the alcohol there!

Your tongue crawled back into your mouth, although there really wasn't a lot of alcohol on your tongue.

Once you reached the top of that spill of alcohol on his back, you lowered your head back down to the small of his back.

You may as well try to do something else to the alcohol on his back.

With your face right in front of the alcohol spill on his back, you opened your mouth, and began sucking the alcohol off of his back.

You were trying your best to get the alcohol in your mouth, not have the alcohol drip down his ass crack, cuz that's nasty.

More and more of that alcohol did crawl into your mouth, getting sucked into your mouth like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust.

The margarita alcohol ran and walked from his back into your mouth.

Once all the alcohol got into your mouth, you raised your head up and gulped it down.

You looked down at Shawn's back, and seemingly there was no alcohol there anymore.

Next time, you're gonna lick the alcohol off of his back, but no snorting drugs off of his back!

Or if you do snort drugs on his back, don't follow it by licking alcohol off of his back.

"Shawn" you said to him. "You can get up now. I'm gonna lie down".

Shawn assembled himself off of the bed, no longer lying on his stomach across the mattress.

Before you could do what you were about to do, you lifted your legs over Shawn's other leg and walked on your knees to the cooler, grabbing onto the margarita bottle by its shaft and pulling that bottle out.

You then walked towards the middle of the bed on your knees, then sat on the mattress on your ass with your legs lying across the mattress.

You popped the cork out of the hole and moved the bottle towards your ankle, where you poured some alcohol from ankle up to your thigh.

The alcohol was drenching the top of your calf, knee and thigh as well as dripping on the mattress.

You moved your other hand on the bottle's shaft, where you wrapped your fingers around that bottle's shaft, now the bottle is held in your other hand.

You directed your hand holding that bottle to your other ankle, where you tipped the bottle and poured the alcohol from your ankle all the way up to your thigh, and again, the alcohol dripping onto the bedsheets.

Shawn could see you pouring alcohol on your legs and even he admitted he'd love to lick your legs, which is exactly what he's about to do.

"You know the drill" you said to him, your mouth spreading an evil grin across your lips, widening your face.

Shawn licked his lips, grinning back at you, excited to lick your body now.

He crawled on his hands and knees over to you, where he was now in front of your feet.

His face leaned into your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up your calf and all the way up your knee, tasting that alcohol.

His mouth automatically shut once his head and face were right in front of your knee.

Once he reached your knee, he went back down to your ankle again, only to lick up another soaked area on your calf, the left part of your calf, all the way up to your knee again.

He was replacing the alcohol on your leg with his saliva, his tongue cleaning off the alcohol on your leg, making sure not to miss a spot.

Again, once he got to the top of your knee, he went back down to the bottom of your ankle again, only to raise his head up to your knee again by licking up the alcohol on your right calf.

Your leg was getting shiny thanks to him licking the alcohol off of it, at least the bottom of your leg, for now, anyway.

It honestly tickled when he licked up your leg, you could nearly giggle at him licking your leg.

His tongue also was smearing some of the alcohol when he licked up your leg, but...whatevs.

His head moved back down to your ankle, where he dragged and elevating his tongue up your calf, and not just that, but his tongue ran up your calf, to your knee, to up your thigh.

You honestly would rather have him do this to your legs then just lick up your calf, then go back down to your ankle, maybe you should even say this to him.

"Shawn" you said. "I want you, when you lick up my legs, I want you to start licking at my ankle and drag your tongue up my thigh, not stop at my knee".

Shawn raised his head up and looked at your face when you said his name.

"That's actually want I wanted to do" Shawn said.

He then looked back down at your thigh, where his tongue traveled all over your thigh, making sure to get all the alcohol spilled on your thigh.

Sometimes his tongue crawled back in his mouth if he felt like he got enough alcohol on his tongue, only to swallow it down.

Your nipples actually reacted while his tongue ran around your thigh, they tingled a bit.

Meanwhile, maybe you could do something else while Shawn licks up the alcohol on your thigh.

"Hey Shawn" you said to him.

He raised his head up again, looking at you.

"Can I do something while you're licking my thigh?" you asked him.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, rub alcohol some other place on my body" you responded.

Shawn could probably figure out where the next place is. He doesn't have to guess.

"If you want" he said. "I'd rather you not, for now, anyway. The alcohol could end up drying up there".

Good point, Shawn.

And speaking of which, Shawn looked down at your thigh to see if he got all the alcohol off of your thigh.

Your thigh was now smothered in a mixture of alcohol and his saliva.

He did try the best he could to lick all the alcohol off of your thigh.

But he needs to lick the alcohol off of your other leg.

He then directed and moved his face and head to the top of your foot, where he dragged his tongue up your calf, licking and collecting that alcohol on your calf with his tongue, and you don't mean calf as in baby cow.

He dragged his tongue up your knee and then up to the top of your thigh, his tongue creating a road of his saliva thanks to him brushing his tongue up your leg.

The top of his tongue was getting coated and covered in that margarita drink.

This is exactly what you want, you'd rather him do this to both of your legs rather than lick up to your knee then go back down to your ankle.

"Yes, Shawn!" you exclaimed, albeit hushed and quiet so you won't wake anyone up.

You nearly feel like Val Venis during some clips of his titantron (when his head is tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open while sitting in a car without a roof or in a hot tub) with Shawn licking up your leg.

His tongue was halfway smearing some of the alcohol on your leg, but he'll make sure to get all of the alcohol off of your leg.

Or at least, almost all of the alcohol off of your leg.

He pulled his tongue back in his mouth once he reached the top of your thigh.

Once he was at the top of your thigh, he moved his head down to your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up a spill of alcohol up your leg, dragging and brushing his tongue up the left side of your calf, up your knee, and the left side of your thigh.

While he's busy licking up the alcohol on your thigh, wonder if you should try rubbing another place of alcohol where you want Shawn to lick you next?

"Shawn" you said. "You want me to rub the next place of alcohol I want you to lick up?"

Shawn raised his head and looked up at you.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I've also thought of the two of us 69'ing each other" you added. "Should we?"

Maybe, but what if you fart in his face?

"I'd rather you not" Shawn suggested. "Maybe another time"

Indeed, maybe another time.

"I actually agree" you said. "But what about rubbing alcohol on a body part I want you to lick next? Should I do it next?"

"Do whatever you want" he replied.

Maybe it's best to wait. You don't want to get any alcohol in his hair.

Shawn went back down to your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up your leg again.

He went back down to your ankle only to raise himself up to the top of your leg courtesy of his tongue running up to your leg.

Not up to your knee, but up your leg.

He did this over and over again to your leg, making sure he gets almost all the alcohol off of your leg.

It's like his tongue was the one walking him.

He looked at your leg, and now the top of your leg was shiny, smothered and slathered in his saliva.

Seemingly he must've got all the alcohol off.

You looked down at your leg he licked, and he seemingly got all the alcohol off of your leg. Yay!

One of your hands popped the cork off of the bottle and placed the cork next to you, only to hold the palm of your hand out and hold the bottle to your palm.

Tilting the bottle and aiming it at your palm, some alcohol poured out of the bottle and onto your palm.

Your hand was cupping and trying to balance and hold the alcohol in the palm of your hand.

You directed your palm holding that alcohol towards your vagina, trying to be careful not to spill the alcohol in your palm as well as not spill the bottle you're holding in the other hand.

Your hand holding the alcohol splat on your pussy, where your palm smeared and smothered that alcohol on your pussy, making sure to get all the alcohol on your vagina.

Luckily, you were perfectly shaved down there.

You had no pubic hair above or on the sides of your vagina except for a little fuzzy line above your pubes, like Madonna's pubic hair in her 1992 "Sex" book.

Hopefully Shawn tastes the alcohol on your pussy!

"Shaaaaaaawn" you called to him.

He was busy watching you pour alcohol on your pussy.

And he, too, hopes he tastes the alcohol on your pussy.

He leaned his head face into your pussy, where he placed his tongue in the middle of your vagina.

He dragged and brushed his tongue up to the top of your pussy, his tongue tasting a mixture of margarita and your pussy juice.

Once his tongue reached the top of your pussy, his tongue went down to the bottom of your cunt, his tongue's about to take a trip.

He directed his tongue around your pussy, his tongue licking your pussy like it was a Popsicle.

His tongue ran up the left part of your pussy, then across the top of your vagina, where your clit is, then dragged his tongue down your right pussy.

Like your legs, he was making sure to lick your twat like he was licking your legs and tits, making sure to get all the alcohol off of it.

While he was licking your pussy, your hand reached for the cork next to you and grabbed it, only to direct that cork to the top of the bottle and shut the bottle's hole.

While it feels good having someone lick your pussy, it doesn't feel that good, his tongue isn't really licking your clit despite the few times his tongue nudges your clitoris, which is your most sensitive spot of your vagina.

Speaking of your clit, he wrapped his mouth around your clit, where he began sucking it, sucking the alcohol off of it.

Not just that, but as he sucked your clit, his tongue was dripping out of his mouth and across the middle of his chin, where he raised and brushed his tongue up the middle of your pussy, in between your vaginal flaps.

His tongue also licked up your pussy flaps as well as behind and in front of your vaginal flaps.

He also puckered and tightened his lips, pressing his lips quite hard on your clit.

This got an immediate reaction out of you and felt really good, but you'd rather him lick up all the alcohol off of your pussy instead of just eating your twat out.

"Shawn" you said to him, looking down at him.

He raised his head and looked at him.

"I'd rather you lick all the alcohol off of my pussy than just try to pleasure me and eat my pussy out" you declared.

He nodded his head, understanding you.

He moved his mouth towards the bottom of your pussy, this time to lick your pussy to see if there's still any alcohol there.

He licked a bit of your pussy, pulling his tongue back in his mouth and holding it there to see if he can still taste the alcohol there.

He already drank, licked up and sucked some of the alcohol off of your body, so he could barely taste the alcohol on your cunt.

But, whatever.

One last time, his tongue traveled all over your pussy, making sure to taste the alcohol and get all of the alcohol off of your vagina at the same time.

His tongue was now covering your pussy in his own saliva, which is what it should now be covered in.

While he was licking your twat, one of your hands touched and dragged up one of your pussy flaps, only for you to put your fingers in your mouth, your tongue touching and tasting your fingers.

You did this to taste if your vagina still tasted like a margarita.

Surprisingly, no, but his own saliva.

"Shawn" you said. "It's fine if you don't lick up all of the alcohol on my vagina".

He paused at what he was doing when he heard his name, only to nod his head afterward after what you said following calling his name.

But you're still not finished with this night, no.

"Shawn" you said. "I wanna suck your dick drenched in this alcohol"

Your hand pointed to the margarita bottle you were holding.

He figured that would happen pretty soon.

He ate your pussy smothered in alcohol, so you know you'll have to suck his dick soaked in margarita.

He moved his hands onto the elastic of his tights, where he pulled his tights down more and more, until his genitalia, especially his cock, sprung out of his tights.

He pulled his tights all the way down to his knees.

You rose off of the mattress and moved your hand to the top of the bottle, popping the cork off.

You moved the bottle above his cock, where you tipped the bottle and poured it gently.

Margarita was pouring from that bottle, drenching and soaking his cock, and you poured it from the top of his penis all the way down to the bottom of his dick.

Some of the alcohol was dripping off of his cock and on the mattress's bedsheets.

You then held the bottle up straight and stuffed the wooden cork back in the hole.

You then lowered and leaned your head, sitting on all fours, like how babies crawl.

You opened your mouth, where his cock crawled into your mouth like a train through a tunnel, and your face went further into his cock until it reached the bottom.

Once your mouth and face reached the bottom of his cock, you wrapped your lips tightly around his shaft.

You began sucking the alcohol off of his cock, gulping the margarita down your throat once it was in your mouth, and not just that, but your head, face and mouth elevated up his shaft, sucking off the alcohol off of his dick as those 3 body parts crawled up his shaft.

Once you reached the tip of his penis, you moved your head, face and mouth down his cock again, only to raise those things up, then down, over and over again.

Shawn's head tilted back, he looked like Val Venis in Val's titantron when his head tilts back and his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Even though you were trying to suck the alcohol off of his dick, some precum began to spill from his penis head, but you can still manage to suck his cock.

Not only were you sucking Shawn's cock, but your tongue snaked and trailed around his shaft like you were sliding down a stripper pole.

Your tongue rolled around his shaft, gathering the alcohol off of his dick.

You felt his precum slip out of his penis head, and once you reached the top of his penis head, you wrapped your mouth tight around his penis head, sucking the precum off of his dick and gulping it down.

Shawn was starting to do D Generation X's eventually iconic "suck it!" gesture in 1997, even before D Generation X were formed, wonder if he'll do that now that you're performing fellatio on his dick?

Your face then went back down to the bottom of his cock, your lips circulating around his shaft, only for your head and face to rise up his penis thanks to you directing your head to do this to his cock.

While your face rose up his shaft, your tongue did taste some alcohol that was still on his cock, but...eh....

Shawn's skin was getting hot and warm courtesy of you giving him a blowjob, but you just wanna clean the alcohol off of his dick, not just give him a blowjob.

Once you reached the top of his dick, his penis exited your mouth, his cock no longer in your mouth.

He felt your mouth no longer wrapped around his shaft, which made his head bow down and look down at his cock.

You looked down at his cock to see if there's still any alcohol there.

Even Shawn was looking down at his penis.

His cock was slippery and wet thanks to your mouth.

You put your index finger on his cock and ran it up his shaft, only to put that index finger in your mouth, your tongue tasting it.

His cock doesn't really taste like margarita that much anymore, which is a good thing.

It's also getting late, so you and Shawn should be hitting the hay by now.

"Shawn" you said "I wanna go to bed now, it's getting late".

He agreed with you, and he then sat on the mattress, pulling his boots off of his feet and his tights down, throwing those things on the floor.

Yay, you're gonna sleep naked with him!

Even though you do wanna sleep naked with him, there is something you want to do with Shawn before the two of you fall asleep.

"Shawn" you said "There's something I wanna do with you before we fall asleep..."

Oh God. It better not be fucking, like penis/vagina fucking.

He'd love to fuck you, but it's getting late.

"Is it fucking?" he asked, hushing his voice so people in the hallways and next door won't hear.

He also whispered that close to you so you'll hear.

"No" you replied. "I wanna take some pills with you and wash it down with this".

You tapped your fingernails on the margarita bottle you were holding, smiling at him.

Shawn smiled right back.

His biggest drug of choice is pills, which he always takes, and pills also helps you sleep and makes you drowsy.

He crawled over to the nightstand, where one of his pills were, where one of his hands wrapped around the pill bottle and grabbed it, pulling it to his torso, the other hand was on top of the lid, twisting it over and over until it popped off.

You, too, put your hand at the top of the bottle, where the cork was, and popped the cork off of the margarita bottle.

"How many pills do you want?" he asked.

"Two" you replied. "One for you and one for me".

Cute.

Once the cap of the pill bottle popped off, he held the palm of his hand out and held the bottle above his palm, where he tilted the bottle.

5 pills fell out of the bottle onto his palm, and then he shoved the 3 other pills back into the bottle.

"Stick your tongue out" he ordered you to do, and your tongue eventually stuck out of your mouth.

He popped one pill in his mouth, where he held and balanced the pill on his tongue.

While he was balancing one pill on his mouth, he placed the other pill on your tongue.

Your tongue crawled back into your mouth, trying to balance and hold the pill sitting there and not swallow it.

Shawn then put the cap back on the pill bottle and twisted the cap over and over again until it was shut, then sat the pill bottle on the nightstand.

He then grabbed the Zima can on the nightstand and pulled it up to him, where he put the can to his lips and gulped that drink down, gulping it like it was soda.

That pill was being washed down and now traveling down his esophagus thanks to that 90's alcohol.

You could see and hear his throat muscles gulping that alcohol down.

Since Shawn's doing that, you put the margarita bottle up to your mouth and started gulping and chugging down some of that margarita, where it washed down that pill you had on your mouth.

Once your pill was now traveling down to your stomach, you had to ask him.

"Shawn" you said "Y'want a drink of this margarita?"

You pointed to that margarita bottle with your index finger.

He then grabbed the bottle by its shaft, your fingers slipping out of the shaft's grip, and he gulped down some of that alcohol too, tilting his head back as he gulped it down.

He then raised his head up and handed you the bottle, where you moved the cork to the bottle's hole and shut the bottle up, that way it won't spill.

You then walked on your knees over to the cooler and the nightstand close to each other, where you put the margarita bottle in the cooler, then pulled the light's switch on the nightstand, turning off the lights.

Shawn had crawled his body below his chest under the blanket and comforter, resting the back of his head on the pillow, whereas you crawled close to him on the mattress, crawling under the comforter and thin blanket, those 2 things covering under your shoulders.

You snuggled up close to Shawn, wrapping one of your arms behind his back.

"I love you" you whispered to him.

"I love you too" he replied, pulling his face into your lips kissing your lips.

While the two of you were huddled and cuddling next to each other, the two of you kissed each other quite a bit on the lips, before the two of you eventually drifted off to sleep.

Epilogue: Pretty soon, you did snort coke, speed and some of Shawn's pills off of his back.

Triple H was worried about you being addicted to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. He said that if you got clean and sober from those things, he'd marry you.

You did eventually get sober for him, going to rehab and leaving clean and sober, never doing drugs or smoking cigarettes again, and only drinking alcohol occasionally, but he didn't marry you, which is a shame, 'cuz he was hottttttttttttt in late 1997/early 1998.

Him not marrying you until 2004 made you doubt your love for him.

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I’m gonna be honest: I’ve never done drugs, though I do know what cocaine does to your body.

Also, the reason I didn’t make Shawn do cocaine, speed, etc. in this fanfic is because I think he probably never did those things.

#shawn michaels #wwf #1997 #90s #shawn michaels x fem reader

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sftwinko · 5 years

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Moving Along | Dong Sicheng

Summarizing: badboy!sicheng regrets breaking up with you, now he can’t seem to be able to move on.

Warnings: cursing, MXF, that’s it.

Sicheng was laying on the couch, eyes shut and beer cans all over himself and the floor, the smell of alcohol impregnate on the living room.

“fucking wake up, it’s 3 pm” sicheng growls at the voice of his best friend Yuta. “can you shut up, my head is killing me,” says the boy without opening his eyes or moving at all. Yuta just sighs at the view, living the box he was carrying on the floor and moving Sicheng’s legs to make room for himself on the couch.

“it’s been three months, when are you going to stop drinking like a fool?” the dark-haired boy sighs loudly while opening his eyes.

“I’m not drinking because of that” Yuta nods calmly, “Sicheng you need to get over it, she’s already moving along” patting the younger boy on the shoulder, Yuta stands up and continues packing his things into boxes.

“what the hell is all this?” now fully awake Sicheng notices the suitcases and boxes piled next to the door of their shared apartment. “I’m moving out” simply saysYutaa.

“what?!” Yuta sighs again, “I told you last week, I’m moving in with Binnie” sicheng can’t seem to fully understand what was happening, last month his other roommate, Taeil, moved out as well and now Yuta.

“are you seriously leaving me to move in with some random girl” Sicheng spits “watch your mouth, win, that ‘random girl’ is my girlfriend”. Sicheng closes his eyes with annoyance “that’s not what I meant”.

“listen...” Yuta started, “you could have had someone with you, but you messed up”

“it wasn’t my fault!”

“Maybe it’s time for you to realize that, in fact, it was your fault”

sicheng sits down again. “don’t you think I didn’t try to reach out to her and makeup? she doesn’t want to”

“no offense win, but you broke up with her on her birthday party and proceeded to make out with the first girl you saw, in front of her, just to prove your point” sicheng cover his face in an attempt to erase that memory of his mind. “if I were her I wouldn’t want to know about you either, you can’t really blame her”.

Sicheng spends the rest of the day laying on the couch. there’s no way she’s over me, she loves me, he thinks, she loves me too much, she might be so broken, but if that was true, why did Yuta say you were already moving on?

another week passed by and he couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind, yuta and taeil come by to visit him, they knew sicheng wasn’t getting better so why no drag him to some party to empty his mind.

a couple drinks later yuta, taeil, and their partners seem to be having the time of their lives, he tried to have fun too but his thoughts always come back to you.

damn, he never felt so lonely and miserable in his whole life, sicheng cursed you, he cursed the fact that he met you, he cursed his relationship with you but above all, he curses that he broke up with you.

maybe was all the alcohol he drank or the stupid feeling of being lonely in the middle of the party but he called you.

“hello?”

“...”

“who is it?”

“...”

“if you’re not talking i’m hanging up”

“y/n”

“...”

“y/n, it’s sicheng”

“what do you want sicheng”

“i’m at this party and... do you think you can come over?”

“do me a favor and don’t call me again”.

after that, you hang up. he tried to call you again but you didn’t answer, he swears he heard a voice with you, but it could also be nothing, whatever it was, sicheng wish there wasn’t someone else with you.

the next morning the lonely feeling didn’t go away, it only multiple, waking up on his bed all alone made him wish you were feeling the same emptiness he’s feeling.

without a real motivation, he stands up and heads over the cafe you and he used to go to eat breakfast.

why? why between all the places he could have gone he chose that cafe? seeing all the couples being happy and sharing meals made him feel angry. angrily sicheng throws his fork to the table and gets up, he can’t stand it anymore.

Sicheng went to the nearst bar and drink all day until yuta and taeil come to pick him up.

“get off of me!” babbles Sicheng, who can’t stand still properly, “win, c’mon, let’s go home,” says Taeil, “no! leave me alone” says Sicheng while pushing the other boys and start walking away from them. “where are you going?!” screams Yuta in frustration at his younger friend “to fix this shit up” yells Sicheng without looking back at them, the boys give up and let him go without complaning anymore.

he arrives at your house, he knocks on the door so hard that his hands turn red.

“Y/N OPEN THE DOOR”

“Y/N IT’S SICHENG OPEN THE DOOR!”

“what the hell Sicheng?!” you ask once you open the door. “let’s go back,” he says. “what?” “let’s go back,” he says again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything please get back to me, I... I love you y/n, please let’s makeup” he implores.

“Sicheng, please, you don’t love me, you never did,” you say softly “you’re drunk, we were together for 3 years and the only times you said ‘you love me’ was when you were drunk”, he looks and stand back. “you don’t love me?” he asks “I did love you, not anymore, so please go back home” you said and tried to close the door.

“wait!” he stopped you for going inside. “what,” you said this time with annoyance, “are you with someone else? did you get over me?” you sigh “yes, I'm over you, I’m moving on and you should do the same now leave alone” you finished and closed the door leaving and startled Sicheng standing outside.

He doesn’t want to move on, he wants you back but it’s more than obvious that you’re already gone, he goes home.

Next day Sicheng wakes up feeling as miserable as yesterday, he’s scared to move on but he’ll do it, he’s moving along just like you. he’ll get over it, he’ll get over you even if he’s scared, even he doesn’t want to. he is moving along.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #sicheng scenarios #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #sicheng imagines #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #nct dream scenarios

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Gay Bars and Stripper Poles

Features: Johnny on a stripper pole, making out, grinding, nipple sucking,getting pressed against a wall, groping

[9:12pm]

"Wait so, Ten is here?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah, he's one of the performers for amateur night. He's super fish." I said as we stood in line to get into the gay bar. Quinn was on my other side clutching onto my arm as it was a bit brisk and they were hell bent on stealing what little warmth I had.

"Fish? ...what?"

"Fish. Fishy. It means that he looks really feminine in drag. He's a bit unclockable."

"Un-? Can you speak english? Please?"

I sighed. "Why are you so straight? Live a little tonight please." Little did I know I was going to regret ever saying that.

"Hey at least I'm here, aren't I? I've never been to a gay bar in my life. This is new." He said and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around nervously.

Jaehyun snubbed out his black & mild into the brick of the building. "So...like what should I do if one hits on me?"

"ONE HITS ON YOU?" Quinn exclaimed. "Jae, were people not objects."

"No, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Dumbass. If a dude hits on you just turn them down like any other person. And if they don't quit just come get me." I rolled my eyes and moved up in the line, getting my id out. "Literally just chill. It's gonna be fun. Ten will be happy to see you."

They both grumbled and followed Quinn and I inside. We got our wristbands and paid our entrance fee, stepping into the club fully. Before I could even say anything Jae and Johnny went over to the bar, leaving Quinn and I by ourselves. "Do you want to try and dance? Today they at least have decent music instead of the bubblegum pop mix."

"You know I don't dance much but I'll follow you. Why did we bring these straight idiots with us?"

"Because they're cute and dumb and we like fucking them. Also I need to educate them so they're not as fucking stupid and full of this toxic masculinity. Like why is it that hard to be open without thinking that you're weak?"

"I mean, they're screwing us so I guess that's a step in the right direction?" Quinn offered.

I winced. "They don't acknowledge our genders or the fact that were really queer…"

"Listen, no one does. It's the bullshit we have to deal with every day of our lives."

"Hey it could be worse, you could be a queer non-binary person of color, ayyyyyyy." I gave them finger guns and they punched my shoulder lightly.

"Oh my god, shut up." They laughed. "I mean it's true but shut up."

I dragged them over to the dance floor then, keeping to a small corner and away from the rush of the crowd. We swayed to the music just a bit but spent most of the time talking about the stupid men we pocketed into our beds. Over a half hour had passed and neither Johnny or Jae had returned. We were starting to get worried and retreated towards the bar area spotting them surrounded by a couple of thirsty little twinks. Their perception of having guys hit on them seemed to have changed when they realized they could get drinks out of the flirtatious men.

"Oh my god." Quinn said. "Are they really-"

"Yep." I shook my head in disbelief as Johnny flirted and leaned into the boy closest to him, all smiles and casual touches. "These fucking idiots found out that thirsty sluts will buy them drinks if they baited them enough. Meanwhile, they haven't bought us anything and were the ones they actually fuck."

"This is homophobic."

"Absolutely." I pushed a few boys out the way and went over to Johnny.

"Excuse me, honey. You can leave." One of his "suitors" tried to interject. I scoffed and tossed my hair over my shoulder.

"That's funny, sweetie," I said bitterly. "Try me." I grabbed onto Johnny's shirt and pulled him to me, covering him in a rushed and heated kiss. He instantly grabbed my ass and smirked into my lips, digging his tongue into my mouth. My fingers crawled into his hair, tugging at the strands by the nape of his neck. I heard scoffs of disgust from the surrounding men and added a little leg pop for emphasis that Johnny was so not interested.

He parted from me and swiped his thumb across his bottom lip. "You're fucking hot when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. You're baiting them, idiot. Also are you already drunk?"

"Pppfftttttt….no." He giggled.

"How much did you have?"

Johnny turned to Jae and hit his chest. "Bro, how much did we have?"

"Uh like we got 3 shots each...uh…" Jae eyes drifted to the left, squinting a bit as he thought. "Oh we had like 2 mixed drinks, I had- a what was that thing called?"

"A martini thingy!"

"Yeah, yeah, bro! That! Anyway, it's fucking great! I want boys to buy me more drinks!!"

"Yeah, well us too!" Quinn pouted. "Were you going to ask us if we wanted anything?"

Johnny waved them off. "Go buy your own stuff! We're about to play pool!" He put his arm around Jae's shoulder and veered him towards the pool tables that were near the walls.

I set my elbow on the bar and propped my chin in my hand. "Welp...guess we better start doing shots." I concluded.

"When in doubt, drink to forget." Quinn hopped into a bar stool and waved down the bartender.

It didn't take long for me to start feeling a little buzzed, thank god. Quinn had turned into a giggled and handsy mess and I let them have their fun touching my ass and giving me plenty of kisses. Just as we were in the beginnings of a make out session I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Ooh Ten!" I squealed as I turned to see him all glammed up. He really did look beautiful. His lithe body was made for skimpy outfits that showcased his dance moves and splits. His makeup was a glittery and seductive explosion, highlighted to the gods and blended to perfection.

He flipped his long wig over his shoulder and gave me a kiss. "I'm so happy you guys came! I'm kinda nervous."

"What for?!" Quinn hiccuped. "You're literally the best dancer ever and a giant slut! You're gonna do great!"

Ten laughed. "Thank you. I'm hoping I do well enough. I need some tips. I'm broke as fuck."

"Well you can definitely take a few from my tits." I joked.

"Duh, I'm always ready to have my face in your tits. But not in drag. My balls are so far up my ass I feel like my circulation is gonna be cut off."

"Have fun ripping that duct tape off." Quinn said before tossing back another shot.

"Eh, I don't mind the pain." Ten smirked. I nudged him playfully and motioned towards the bartender to get me another ale. "Anyway, who did you come with?"

"Johnny and Jae. They found out that desperate sluts will buy them drinks." I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, don't they already know that with you two?" Ten smirked.

"Hell no! We're the ones that they should be getting drinks for!" Quinn yelled and swayed a bit. "It's a damn crime. They haven't bought us anything."

"Well then ask them! Where the hell are they anyway?!" Ten scanned the dance floor quickly while I took a long sip of my ale and closed out my tab. "Ohhh my gooodddd." Ten gripped my shoulder and whipped me around in the stool roughly.

When I looked up I spit out my ale, sending myself in a coughing fit. Johnny was no longer at the pool table and instead he was climbed on top on one of the stripper poles that were placed on either side of the dance floor. Jae was on the other, the both of them surrounded by a swarm of men and a few girls, who were eager to give them singles. Johnny grabbed onto the pole and did a little twirl before jumping up to wrap his legs around it.

"Ooh daddy!!" Ten said excitedly as he clapped his hands.

"Holy fuck what is he doing?!" I screamed.

"What is Jae doing?!" Quinn questioned as well.

I looked over at the other pole to see Jae already doing body rolls as wandering hands crawled up his long legs.

"Listen, this may be my only chance to fuck Johnny so i'm about to take it!" Ten said

"Excuse me! Don't you dare! He's mi-" I didn't even get to finish as my attention drifted back to Johnny who had his tongue sticking out as he shimmied his hips and teased the crowd by raising his shirt to show off his abs. A stray hand also slid up his legs and tucked a dollar into the waistband of his underwear that just peeked above his jeans. I wanted to look away as it was equal parts embarrassing but also a bit sexy. What an absolute fucking idiot.

Ten waved me away and made a beeline for Johnny. I groaned and grabbed onto Quinn's hand, dragging them out of the seat. "Eri!! You're going too fast and my head is spinning!!"

"We need to get these idiots off these poles!"

"What's the big deaaalll! It's kinda hot actually. You can't tell me that Johnny shaking his ass isn't hot!"

My cheeks flared up and my mouth snapped shut. I didn't really know how to respond, especially because his cute little peach butt was my favorite. "W-well I...I mean...they just shouldn't be on there!"

"Why not? You and Ten get on the pole all the time. I've seen you flash plenty of people when you wore those mini skirts."

"Quinn!!" I whined. "That's not the point right now!"

"You're being a jelly baby." They stated flatly and crossed their arms

"I am not!! Oh my god, fine. You know what, fine. I'll leave him up there to-" Johnny was now bending backwards from the pole, mouth wide open to accept a jello shot from a glitter covered go go boy. He bounced back up as he chewed and rolled his hips, a huge dopey smile on his face. Ten had joined him on the pole, dragging his clawed hand up Johnny's torso and cupping his face. Ten had always wanted Johnny and seeing him act like this much of a fool had him thinking he could get away with trying to seduce him. I pouted just a bit as Johnny leaned into Ten, teasing him by getting close to his lips before pulling away. Ten was all over Johnny then, encouraging him to grind on the pole (and him).

I rolled my eyes and went to tell Quinn that I was going outside for a smoke but they had already run off to the pole Jaehyun was on. He had taken off his shirt and was spinning it above his head like damn helicopter blades. If this was them after a few shots and drinks I'd hate to see how they acted when they were about to be black out drunk. I maneuvered through the crowd and managed to get to the back door that lead out to the patio. A few people were scattered about, smoking, but it was definitely quieter out here. I descended the stairs and crunched over the gravel to the darkest corner beneath them. Most of the shadow from the stairs covered me and I relished in the fact that no one would probably notice me here. I took a cigarette from the carton in my small purse and lit it, inhaling deeply and closing my eyes.

My peacefulness was shattered a few moments later when I heard his booming voice. "There you are!" He laughed. "I was looking for you!"

I opened my eyes to see him sweat drenched with dollar bills sticking to his stomach and out of his underwear. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped his forehead and neck. I plucked off one of the dollar bills as I exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Well Magic Mike, did you have fun?"

"Hell yeah! I didn't think I would get money and free drinks!This place is awesome!" He pulled off the singles and tucked them into the pocket of his jeans.

"Did you make out with Ten?"

"Ah, no. I'm not drunk enough for that. Definitely don't think I ever will be." He got closer and pressed his hand to the wall above me. "Why? Did you not want me too?"

"Oh no," I shrugged and tapped out my ashes. "I was just waiting to hear about your bisexual awakening. Those are always fun. And we could've had a nice threesome."

His smile disappeared almost instantly. "That's not funny, Eri. You know I don't share."

"You're such a dumbass." I took another drag and held it in for a bit. "Go pull your singles out and see if you can make yourself useful and buy me a drink."

"Why are you being bitchy? You still jealous I had all those guys all over me?" He leaned in closer and I exhaled the smoke in his face, making him scrunch his nose.

"Hardly, Mikey. I'd just like to be a little drunker than I am right now."

"What if I gave you a private show? Hmm?"

"Ooohh so now you're wanting to grind up on me? Well alright. Just let me start playing Pony and we'll cut to the chase." I quipped sarcastically.

He pressed himself against me, grabbing onto my hips and moving me with him. "If you're horny let's do it, ride it, my pony-" He sang and I burst into a fit of laughter.

"Johnny stop! Oh my god!!"I tried pushing him away but he put my arms around his shoulders. "You're such a dork!"

"My saddles, waiting, come on and jump on it." On the last few words his hands went back down to my ass and he lifted me onto his hips, pressing me between the wall and his body. I swallowed hard and noticed the plotting smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. "Someone's gonna see us!"

"Let them." He took the cigarette from my fingers and took a long drag. He lowered his lips to mine and I parted them letting him shotgun the smoke into my mouth. "You look really hot tonight by the way."

I blushed slightly at the compliment. "T-thanks. You wanna put me down now?"

"Hell no." He crashed his lips against mine, giving me barely a second to react before his tongue was diving against mine. I kept myself steady around him as he dropped the cigarette and crushed it into the gravel. That freed up his hands to rubs my sides and travel up to my chest, groping roughly as he went. I whimpered against his tongue, arching my back into his touches which never stopped. He worked my shirt up above my chest which I tried to shove back down instantly.

"Johnny! I told you someone's gonna see us!"

"Bruh, we've had sex in bumper cars before. What does this matter?"

"We were completely in the dark and not surrounded by people! Besides...it's just like a thing here. If you're straight presenting it usually doesn't go well."

"I don't know what that means but you're fucking gorgeous and I'm a little drunk and I really want to fuck you, babe." He groaned and dove to lay bites beneath my jaw.

He knew that was one of my weak spots and continued to tease it. His large hand cupped my bare breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I pressed my lips together, trying not to moan at the attention but it was proving to be a bit difficult. With our heats flush against each other he started grinding into me, slowly at first but building speed little by little. I clenched my thighs around him and fell into his touches against my will. I was always weak against him and his convincing wasn't making anything easier for me. His kisses trailed down my neck to take my nipple in his mouth this time, sucking hungrily and viciously. I clutched onto the back of his head, digging my nails in deep.

"I want this skirt off." He breathed against the wetness he left behind.

"I'm not gonna get naked here! Johnny I swear to God."

"Fuck it, let's go to the car. I need you too damn bad."

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