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Nightingale (Part 2) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]

(Y/N)- YOUR NAME, (Y/F/N)- YOUR FIRST NAME, (Y/L/N)- YOUR LAST NAME, (Y/E/C)- YOUR EYE COLOR, (Y/H/C)- YOUR HAIR COLOR, (Y/S/C)- YOUR SKIN COLOR, (W/Y/L)- WHERE YOU LIVE, (Y/M/N)- YOUR MOTHER’S NAME 


Damian slashed the dummy before him in two; grunting and panting as he jabbed his sword through its head before kicking it back, sending it flying into the wall as he instantly unleashed his rage onto the next dummy. He’d been training for hours since he’d woken earlier around three that morning, somewhat suggestive dreams waking him in a frenzy and forcing him to stay awake to wash his sheets.

He’d been in this state for two days; panicking and practicing extra due to his recent decline in combat whenever he was on patrol with Bruce, and frustration overtaking him because of this.

He cursed under his breath in his mother tongue, something along the lines of “Fuck” in Arabic, one hand gripping his forehead as his other hand plunged his sword through the dummy’s chest. He was planning to pull the sword from the dummy’s chest and use it to slice off its foam head, but he stopped. His eyes were fixed on the dummy’s head as his mind blanked; pausing and closing his eyes as he stood quietly.

Sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes plagued his memories; the thought of pink, plump, soft lips numbing him as every fiber of his being tried to shake the thoughts. That girl. That girl from the warehouse, with her flaming fists and big (Y/E/C) eyes, her warm (Y/S/C) complexion and petite frame, the messy wisps of (Y/H/C) hair that fell on her face, the rest of her hair loosely collected into long braid that swayed as she fought…

He realized how long he’d been standing there thinking about you, grunting in frustration before pulling his sword from the dummy’s chest to then plunge it through the dummy’s head.

It had been two days since you’d kissed him, two days that you’d been unconscious in the bat infirmary, and two days since his thinking was clear and coherent…

“Stupid harlot and her dumb promiscuous approach” He muttered out as he pulled his sword from the dummy’s head.

“Mind still fixed on the girl?” A mocking voice he recognized as Dick said from the corner of the training room.

Damian whipped around to see Dick, Jason and Tim standing not far behind him in the training room, face burning as he realized he’d been heard.

“Perhaps that’s the reason your sheets are in the washer?” Jason mocked before having a laughing fit.

“THEY WERE DIRTY! THEY- THEY HADN’T BEEN WASHED IN AWHILE… THAT’S ALL!” he protested in rage, his face brighter that the color red itself.

“Not as dirty as your thoughts recently…” Tim managed to choke out between hysterical laughter joining in.

“Enough! All three of you had the same problem when you were Damian’s age. He’s seventeen; he’s already going through enough without you three pouncing on him.” A stern voice said as Damian jumped back to realize his father had joined in.

With his face still red he looked down; slapping his hand onto his forehead with a loud grunt before yelling at all of them.

“What are all of you even doing up here?! I thought you were all investigating Slade’s files in the cave?” He questioned as Dick walked over to stand beside Bruce.

“Bruce asked us to check to make sure you didn’t sneak out again, but to our surprise you were just training to err… Clear your thoughts…” Dick said trying to be serious as Tim and Jason continued laughing, Bruce walking up to stand in front of his youngest son who was now the same height as him.

“Did you find anything on Slade? Or perhaps on the girl?” Damian asked trying to change the conversation for his own sake.

“Quite a few things actually.” Bruce stated, tapping his watch and sliding through the holographic files as his four protégé’s gathered around him.

Bruce began swiping through her files downloaded from the bat computer; Dick looking up at Damian and wiggling his brows mockingly before Damian gave him a hard punch to the shoulder.

“Owww” He huffed out rubbing the now black and blued spot.

“I swear to god I run a nursery.” Bruce sighed while shaking his head, his adopted sons and biological son discontinuing their shenanigans for the time being.

“Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), a sixteen year old girl from east Gotham. She was born in (W/Y/L) but moved to Gotham with her mother when she was eight. Her mother was (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), a federal agent and rumored first class assassin. She passed away when (Y/N) was nine; there is no documentation of (Y/N)’s father, he is documented as “unknown” in her birth certificate. She was abandoned on an Orphanage doorstep in Gotham as a child; Santa Maria’s home for girls, currently the worst group home in the state. Her files show numerous attempts for adoption, but every family ended up bringing her back… without comment…”

Bruce was silent; tapping his watch turning it off wondering what was so awful about you that forced every family to bring you back. And even so, why would Slade want anything to do with you?

“Perhaps she wasn’t a good kid?” Dick questioned

“Not so, her grades are high honors, she’s an exceptional student in school and in the Gotham Academy orchestra, she has a crystal clean criminal record and no affiliation with crime whatsoever… She appears to be a good kid…” Bruce’s voice faded in confusion before Damian suddenly remembered what you’d told him before fainting back in the warehouse two days ago.

“Back when we found her, she told me something on the lines of her being a monster… Perhaps her abilities with fire cause others to think of her this way?” Damian asked.

They all turned to him in silence; surprised by the fact that Damian was even interested in your case, let alone having concern for how others “felt about you”

“I- I suppose that’s a valid motive.” Bruce stated.

“Well when is she leaving?” Damian questioned as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

There he is, there’s the jerk son I know. Bruce thought

“She can’t go back to her group home with Slade already knowing where she resides, and she’d pose as a threat if she went back to Gotham Academy, putting not only herself but others in danger as well… ” Bruce grabbed a small remote from his pant pocket and pressed the button on it and calling Alfred through its speaker.

“Alfred have you called Santa Maria’s director yet?” Bruce asked into the remote.

“Indeed master Wayne, the home’s director was practically pleading that we take the girl, arrangements have been made to pick up her belongings in the morning sir” Alfred stated through the remote speaker before Bruce confirmed and hung up.

“Wow you all are really tall… ” said a feminine voice coming from the back of the room; causing them all to turn around at once in shock to see the girl they hadn’t expected to be awake yet.

You stood against the training room back wall; your arms crossed as you looked on at them with curiosity in your eyes. You were freezing cold in the medical nightgown that only went down to your mid thighs; unaware of your somewhat provoking attire while looking up at the men that towered over you like giants.

You scanned the dropped jaws of the room, recognizing two as the batman and robin from two nights ago except without their masks, however the other three men you couldn’t identify. Meanwhile Damian was frozen; with a stare fixated on every inch of you as he felt his heart beating in his throat. Jason was the first to notice this and snickered as Tim tapped Dick on the shoulder pointing and laughing at the gawking boy. Once Dick was brought to the attention of Damian’s staring, he slapped Damian on the back causing him to realize he was staring; loathing himself immensely for it.

Damian growled in anger as he crossed his arms grudgingly; his father and brothers looking on as he huffed out towards you angrily.

“You!” He spat out at you.

“You stupid little girl and your pathetic harlotry and your god awful STUPID… FACE!” Damian yelled in frustration as Bruce barked at him, causing his brothers to watch on in amusement. You stepped back somewhat dumbfounded, your eyes narrowing as she felt your fists grow hotter; making sure to restrain yourself by keeping them at your sides.

Listen you disreputable, arrogant, bloodthirsty little- wait… what? Harlot? As in like, whore?” You took a confused step back; fists no longer hot as your head tilted while raising a brow in confusion. Bruce’s eyes widened preparing his mind for the burning destruction that would probably come as Dick, Jason, and Tim stepped back from you; knowing very well how explosive this could turn due to their own bad experiences with women. The only person to stand close to you was Damian, refusing to back away, yet still preparing for an outburst from you any moment as you stood with your head slightly tilted.

You really don’t know me bird boy. I have the sex appeal of a moldy potato; I’ve never kissed anyone, let alone had intimate relations with anyone… So I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You replied in all honesty as Damian scoffed before stepping closer to you.

“Really Liar? Never kissed anyone? That wasn’t the case back at the warehouse when you kissed me!” Damian spat back at you; watching the blood completely drain from your face as your eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

“I did what?!“ 

@leslie2898

Favourites - Jordan Fisher x Reader

Here’s a fluffy one-shot to get you through waiting for Work Comes Home - Part 6 because I haven’t started that yet!


Request: could I request a jordan fisher fic since he is in the ham cast now??? I haven’t seen many jordan fics about. Something fluffy with maybe some smut would be great but whatever idea you have in mind is cool too :)

Word Count: 1040ish

Author’s Note: I didn’t write smut, mostly because I don’t know if I want to write it yet, so we’ll see. I hope you like it! But I agree, Jordan does need more love in the fandom. Also, I’m Canadian so some spelling will be different, we like the extra u’s, but my computer gets mad at me if I don’t add them. Like perfectionist too so I don’t like seeing the red lines on documents.

Warnings: Fluff, light swearing

Masterlist || Request


You were unpacking boxes in your new apartment, with your favourite soundtrack playing in the background. Your boyfriend and you had just moved to New York City and into an apartment together. You were starting school in the fall and Jordan decided to see if he could land any theatre gigs over the next few months.

As you unpacked, Sora was watching you dance around the room and rap terribly along to the lyrics of the Aaron Burr, Sir. You were addressing the pug as if they were Aaron Burr. You’d dance from the box grabbing an item and before placing it on the shelf. As you were rapping along, you turned around to find Jordan staring at you from the entry way, trying to contain his laughter.  

“Sora!” you addressed the dog, “Apparently, our audience doesn’t enjoy our performance.” You glared slightly at Jordan. “Such a shame, I was going to ask him to join our impromptu rendition. Guess we’ll just turn it off.”

As you reached for the speakers’ remote, you hand was grabbed by Jordan as he started singing the upcoming Lauren’s section.

“I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints of Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!” he spun you around as he continued to rapping. Giggling, you rapped Lafayette’s next lines as you continued to dance in Jordan’s arms around the living room.

Before My Shot started playing, you both collapsed onto the couch in laughter. Sora immediately jumping into Jordan’s lap to join. As you turned the volume down on the music, Jordan glanced over at you and said, “You’re really bad at rapping.”

“Excuse me?” you replied, “Sorry for not being involved in theatre and the arts since I was a child.”

He leaned over has placed a kiss on your forehead, “Don’t worry, I like that you’re smarter than me, Miss Law student.” You watched his eyes flicker between yours.

“Good,” you replied, satisfied with his answer, “You better remember that.” He let out a burst of laughter as he stood up, he offered you his hand to help you up.

“Come on,” he said “I’ve got a surprise.” He dragged you up from the couch and out the door within minutes.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Jordan yelled as he dragged you through Times Square by the hand.

“Where are we even going?” you replied with sigh.

He looked over his shoulder with a grin and a spark in his eyes you haven’t seen since he got the casting call for Grease: Live, “You’ll love it!”

You had been jogging slightly behind him for over 12 blocks now. You let go of his hand and stopped to catch your breath.

“Y/N! What -” he said as he turned back to you.

“Jordan,” you said in between breaths, “You know exercise and I have a delicate relationship. I just need to breath for a second.”

You soon found yourself being lifted over his shoulder, upside down and staring at Jordan’s bum. There are worse things to look at in the world.

“Jordan!” you screamed, “What are you doing?”

“Obviously, I’m carrying my girlfriend the rest of the way,” he replied, as if it was common knowledge.

You glanced around and saw a few people passing by staring at the odd scene he was making.

“Please just put me down,” you started, “I promise I’ll walk with as much enthusiasm as you want, but right now people are staring. Probably at the fact my ass is being paraded around Manhattan.”

“Let them stare!” he shouted, “Your butt is covered by clothing and besides I like your bum,” you felt his hand on your butt, “A lot. It’s one of my favourites.”

“Oh my god!” you yelled, a blush flooding your face, “Put me down right now!”

“Fine,” he said as he lowered you in front of him, keeping his hands around your waist.

“That was very uncalled for,” you said as you look up at him with your arms around his shoulders.

“Maybe, but neither of us was complaining about the view,” he said with a grin, as his hand wandered dangerously lower.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up brushing your lips against his. Your eyes closing as you enjoyed the touch of his lips against yours. You let him take over the kiss with more dominance.  As you pulled back needing to catch your break, you rested your forehead against his, noses brushing together.

“Tell me,” you whispered quietly, “Why was I dragged, then carried, out of my cozy apartment all the way to 46th Street?”

“Right!” he said, excitement rushing back into his eyes, he looked behind you quickly, “Okay, on the count of three turn around.”

He tucked a fallen tendril of hair behind your ear, “One.”

His thumb caressed your cheek, “Two.”

His other hand intertwined his fingers with yours, “Three.”

You turned around to see the Hamilton marquee, golden with its lights shining bright.

“Jordan…” you started cautiously, feeling his hand squeeze yours as you said his name. You looked over your shoulder to see him smiling and nodding.

Letting off a rambling of incoherent excitement, you jumped towards him wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He catches you and lifts you up, you instinctively wrap your legs around him. His hands somehow found their way to his favourite physical attribute on your body.

As you look down at his face, your hair creates a curtain around you both. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his hair, settling to gently stroke the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He lowered you back down, “I wanted to tell you in the apartment, but you were singing, and this seemed like a bigger reveal,” he said.

“Despite my ass literally being hauled out here,” you said with a grin, “I agree, this was much better. So, what part?!”

He laughed, “You’re going to love this,” he said. You started to bounce on the balls of your feet with excitement, “John Laurens and Philip Hamilton.”

Again, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you spun around quickly, before grabbing his face in both hands and placing a kiss on his lips.

My Genius Idiot

Character: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,569

A/N: Hello! I hope you guys enjoy this Yoongi one-shot! 

- Admin Snow


I laid on the bed, finally being able to relax. It was pretty late in the night and all I wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. I had promised Yoongi that I would wait for him tonight since the last few days our communication had only consisted of nothing but text messages and five-minute phone calls. The only time we had any physical contact was when he would come home, in the dead of the night, only to find me asleep. He would sleep next to me, not having the heart to wake me up, even though I had told him a million times that I wouldn’t mind. In the morning I’d be the one to wake up first, and knowing the fact that he doesn’t get enough sleep as it is, I don’t wake him either. After much thought and hundreds of text messages we came to a conclusion. That conclusion being where I am now, waiting for my boyfriend who would try and leave the studio a bit earlier than usual, while I try not to fall asleep. Damn, I should have passed by Starbucks on my way home to get myself a venti Frappuccino or even better, just taken a straight expresso shot. That would have definitely done the trick.

Sitting up, I grabbed the speaker remote from the bed side table and turned it on. Slipping my phone out from my hoodie pocket, I activated the Bluetooth and made sure it was connected with the speaker. I looked towards the speakers to watch them change from a deep red color to a light blue one. They were the nicest speakers I had ever seen. Yoongi bought them not too long ago; they probably cost him an arm and a leg too. Only the best for Mr. Music Producer, right?

I scrolled through my music library until I decided to just shuffle my playlist. It was a whole hour before I got a text message from Yoongi letting me know that he was on his way out of the studio and would be getting home soon. I replied to his text to reassure him that I planned to hold up my side of the bargain as well. Especially after I realized that he had gotten out a whole three hours earlier than his usual time. Don’t know how he did it but something tells me it involves his debit card, lamb skewers, and a happy, well-fed Bangtan and PDnim.

Just as I had heard the front door of the apartment open the song had changed from one of AKMU’s latest comeback songs to one of my other current favorites. Waiting patiently for Yoongi to walk into the room, I began singing along to the soft melody emitting from the speakers. Not even thirty seconds into the song Yoongi, in all his blonde and pale skinned glory, walked through the bedroom door with a lazy scowl on his features. I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of him.

Not even bothering to slip his shoes off, he threw himself on to the bed next to me, dark eyes closed. He let out a long sigh and pushed himself back more into the pillows against the headboard. I watch him for a few seconds in silence, the only sound in the room being the song still playing softly through the speakers. I knew he expected me to jump in to his arms and snuggle up to him, but for that same reason I didn’t do it. I was going to wait until he said something. Which didn’t take long.

Peeking open one of his eyes, he glanced towards me making eye contact for a second before he closed his eye again. Jerking his head to the side, he signaled me to get close to him. I laughed at his gesture and decided to play dumb.

“What? Got a kink in your neck? Did you sleep in your studio chair again? I told you that’s bad for you.” He let out a groan of frustration which caused me to force back a laugh.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“Enlighten me Min Yoongi, because I have no idea what you mean.” Another frustrated groan. This time I didn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up from inside. Deciding I had put him through enough, and not being able to hold myself back anymore, I crawled over to him and curled up under his extended arm placing my own arms around him.

“You’re annoying.” He sounded as he tightened his hold on me, pulling me as close as possible, leaning his head on top of my own. We stayed like that for a few seconds before I began humming to the song still playing. I’m guessing Yoongi hadn’t paid attention to the music playing until that moment. I felt his chest rise underneath me as he took in a breath before speaking.

“What is that?” Referring to what was currently playing from his speakers. At the question I perked up and turned over to look at him, wide smile across my lips.

“He is amazing! That is what he is! His name is Dean and he just released a new album not too long ago. He produces his own music and everything. He is so talented! This is actually one of my favorite songs from the album, it’s called D or Half Moon, whichever one you want to use it doesn’t matter, but the point is that his music is great!” I hadn’t realized I was running out of breath until I had finished my rambling. Instead of more questions about the artist like I had expected Yoongi to ask he looked at me with a scowl. Confused, I sat up and fully turned my body to him. He withdrew his arms from my body and placed them across his chest.

“What?” I asked him returning his slight glare, and mimicking his action of crossing his arms.

Wow! He’s so amazing! Because he’s the only one in the whole world who produces his own music. So talented!” The sarcasm dripping from his words was almost tangible. Realizing what was going on I fought the urge to smile. He was jealous. I hadn’t intended on making him jealous, I was honestly just excited about Dean’s newest album. I had planned on telling Yoongi to give it a listen but he was always busy so I never got the chance to, but I don’t think this would be the best time to tell him either, seeing as how he was still glaring at me.

“Yeah I know right? So talented!” I replied in my own sarcastic tone. His stare intensified, and frown deepened after he registered my words.

“Whatever. He’s not the only one who produces his own music.” Yoongi grumbled out and reached for his phone in his pocket and began scrolling through whatever it was he was now looking at. His action had made me feel a bit guilty. Yoongi tended to try and hide his emotions when he was upset, and his phone in his hand made it seem like he was shutting me out. Maybe I had gone a bit too far and knowing that this was supposed to be our time to enjoy each other’s company after such a long time without it I felt even worse. Coming up with a quick idea to get him back in a better mood I sat next to him on my side of the bed and snatched my own phone from the bedside table.

“Dean may be a great producer and all but there is one music producer that is my all-time favorite, aside from producing his own songs and being multi-talented, he is also really handsome.” I went on as I quickly scrolled through my music library. Yoongi didn’t say a word and continued to go through his phone. Finally finding the song I was looking for I tapped the title and waited for it to play through the speakers.

“This is one of my favorite songs he’s produced. I had it on replay for a whole week when it came out, no lie.” I glanced over at him and I could see him try and fight the smile forming on his lips as the beginning notes of Dead Leaves gently played through the bedroom.

“Isn’t it a great song?” I asked as I leaned over and placed my head on his shoulder. An ego boost just might work to get back on his good side, it was Yoongi after all, when don’t ego boosts work?

He let out a deep chuckle, locking his phone and placing it to the side. Reaching over, he put an arm around my shoulder.

“Of course it is. The producer is a genius.” He replied. “Min Suga. Genuis.” Cocky smirk now evident on his lips. I rolled my eyes at his self-proclaimed title, but smiling all the while.

“Such an idiot.” Laughing, he hugged me with both arms, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before leaning back to look into my eyes.

“But I’m your idiot.” I reached up and brushed his blonde bangs with my fingers, trailing my hand down to his cheek. I leaned up to gently place a kiss on his still smirking lips.

“Yeah, yeah, my genius idiot.”

“You’re so weird,” Cal laughed. He was looking at you from across the small back room of the tour bus.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you chuckled. You were currently laying on the couch upside down, legs in the air with your feet resting against the window.

“Really though have you even been listening to the music you have been playing? So far I’ve heard Camp Rock, Blink, NSYNC, All Time Low, The Little Mermaid, Beyonce, Sum 41, and The Cheetah Girls. You have the strangest taste in music,” He said shaking his head in disbelief all while finger drumming on his thighs to the current song, Bet On It, playing through the speakers.

“I like to use the word eccentric,” You replied watching your best friend from your upside down state. “Plus you love it. Don’t act like you aren’t a fan of High School Musical.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, just reminding you how much of a dork you are,” He smiled. You admired the crinkles that appeared by his eyes from his big smile. That had always been one of your favorite features of your best friend. He had a smile that could light up an entire room. No matter how pissy or sad you were one of Calums killer smiles could make you feel better. You, not so gracefully, flipped off the couch onto the floor letting out a small oomph as you hit the ground, Calum releasing a giggle at your actions. You climbed up next to him on the couch, cuddling into your friends warm body, releasing a content sigh.

“I love having you here with us,” He said wrapping a muscular arm around your waist. “Even if you have weird taste in music.”

You were visiting the boys on their North American leg of their tour, you had already been with them a week and your return home was approaching rapidly.

“Me too. Its been amazing to see you all in action. Y’all work so hard and I’m just so proud of all you’ve accomplished,” You gushed while lightly tracing the tattoos on his forearm.

“You should just stay. The tour doesn’t go on for much longer,” he suggested. He hadn’t seen you in five months, one measly week and a half wasn’t enough to make up for lost time. He missed being able to hold you close. He loved when he was home and could drive over to your house at insane hours of the night just so you could both go get milkshakes. He yearned to continue your weekly movie nights. He needed his best friend dammit, he didn’t want to be apart from you anymore.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds of his breathing. Oh, how you wished you could just quit your job and spend your time traveling the world with your best friend. It was fun to think about what it would be like, lord knows you had imagined it a million times, but it just wasn’t realistic. You had your job and apartment, you couldn’t just leave all your commitments behind.

“Cal, you know I can’t do that even though I’d love to,” you sighed sadly.

“I know I know. Just figured asking wouldn’t hurt,” he said softly, beginning to pet your hair. He felt defeated. You were leaving in another three days and he had no idea when the next time he would be able to see you.

You jumped up out of his embrace, being met with a questioning look.

“No, we are not going sit here and be sad noodles. We only have a small amount of time left together and I shall not spend it upset,” you stated hands on your hips determined. You held your hand out to him, “Stand up and crazy dance with me to my weird music so I won’t be sad anymore.”

A huge grin appeared on his face as he placed his large hand in your delicate one. You grabbed the speaker remote and turned it up. A Party Song blasted loud in the small room. You both started jumping around, head banging to the All Time Low jam. Calum couldn’t stop smiling. Only you would suggest to have a dance party in the back of a moving bus. You were his strange, no eccentric, best friend and he didn’t know where he would be without you. Although he was happy in that moment bouncing around to the beat, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing you would be leaving him so soon.

supersillyanddorky06  asked:

Prompts! Yes! How about Oliver says he doesn't dance but he's actually an amazing dancer and the first time he dances it's in the kitchen while cooking when he thinks no one is watching. And Felicity is AWED at the way his hips move ;)

Arrow Ficlet: when i get my hands on you

Thank you for this ask, Matty! I ended up going someplace a bit unexpected. I hope you don’t mind that the fic is more in line with the spirit of your prompt rather than the letter.

This is also my submission for @darlinginmyway’s Bathroom Therapy Giveaway. I love the rules of entry, and the deadline helped me get off the dime with my writing. Thanks, Jen! 

Titled after Bob Dylan’s song of the same name, as performed by The New Basement Tapes

Available on AO3

Felicity hoisted herself up from the bathroom floor and stretched her sore back and shoulders. Moving sucked. Oliver and the movers had done most of the heavy lifting, but days later the chore of unpacking boxes and putting everything in its place seemed almost never-ending. Plus, she had somehow carted with her from Ivy Town way too many hotel-sized lotions and shampoos. Well, more accurately, carted them from Positano, Bali, Thailand, and a few other places she and Oliver had visited during their summer idyll.  

With a wistful smile, she considered the tiny bottles and tubes lined up on the vanity. Until recently, she hadn’t been able to admit to herself that she’d held onto them as a way to infuse a “Just Passing through Town” feel into their increasingly more settled life in Ivy Town. If her daily showers in suburbia could conjure memories of Oliver washing her hair in a bathtub illuminated by Balinese moonlight, Felicity had thought she maybe could stave off the unease she felt threatening their hard-won domestic peace.

Now that she had confessed her needs to Oliver, and they were back in Starli – Star City, Felicity supposed she didn’t need them anymore. She swept the unused containers into a plastic bag and placed them in the box destined for one of the many shelters in The Glades. She could use the remaining open vials of lotion tonight after her bath; for now she stowed them in the cabinet alongside Oliver’s razor and floss. With a final survey of the room – extra towels in the linen closet, cleaning supplies stored under the sink, shower caddy loaded for bear – she clicked off the light and did a mini happy dance. Bathroom: Done!

Having also sorted out her side of the closet earlier in the day, she figured she’d earned her tiny triumph and some pre-dinner ice cream to boot. Or wine…maybe both? And could she get away with enjoying them while she soaked in the bath? She was halfway down the stairs and about to call out to ask Oliver if he’d found the wine key in one of the many kitchen boxes, when an unfamiliar sound stopped her. Was he humming?

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So, I dedicate (and blame) ellie490 for this one!!! Any issues and take them up with her: my office is now closed…

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Shannon looked down, making sure that his crotch was fully covered by the towel in his waistband. His dick was already at half-mast and the last thing he need was having his family jewels photographed and posted all over the internet. Tossing his final drumstick out at the sea of screaming Echelon, the drummer walked back toward his drum set and offstage.

 "Naughty, naughty…“

Shannon turned around with a smile on his face after hearing his girlfriend’s voice.

"And how am I the naughty one?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

Allyson laughed, walking toward her boyfriend. “Because of this…”

With one swipe, the brunette ripped off her boyfriend’s towel- revealing his aching hard on. Whoever said that men over 40 lost their sex drive had sold their line of shit: Shannon was always ready to play- and play he did. The drummer didn’t need much to get hard, especially with such a gorgeous girlfriend to keep him company.

“Did someone make you hard, Shannon?” she asked, cupping his manhood in the palm of her hand.

The drummer gripped her hand and pulled it away; they would have time to play, but not until later. Not until they were alone.

“Not someone,” he denied “Something… That damn seat thumper I use while I play my drums: it’s like a fucking vibrator against my balls!”

Shannon took delight in how his girlfriend threw her head back in laughter.

“Oh really?”

He nodded. “Yes: really, Ally! Imagine going through that kind of torture for over two hours…”

Allyson rolled her eyes and rewarded her boyfriend’s cheekiness with a kiss.

“I’ll tell you what, love” she propositioned “Later, we’ll see who can really last for over two hours sitting on a vibrator. Okay, Shanimal?”

The drummer growled and bit her neck. “You’re asking for it, babe…”

“Oh for Christ sake!”

The couple turned around and saw Jared, with both hands covering his eyes.

“Can you two keep it in your pants long enough to get back to the hotel?" he asked "I don’t need any visual aid in addition to being clued in on someone’s perverted sex life!”

Allyson scoffed. “Says the man who wrote, directed and oversaw the entire filming of Hurricane!”

“That was not me: that was Bartholomew Cubbins!” the singer denied.

Shannon laughed and pulled his girlfriend closer. “It’s alright, Ally: Grandpa is just upset because he hasn’t gotten any lately. Jealousy doesn’t look good on anyone.”

“Neither do you!” Tomo laughed, coming up behind the lead singer “Hey, Ally!”

“Hey Momo!” the brunette said, using her nickname for the guitarist.

The guitarist gave her a hug before stepping back. “I’ll go move my things into the room across the hall, give you guys some privacy tonight.”

“Thanks buddy” Shannon said.

Despite the fact that they each got separate rooms, whoever was closest to Shannon always chose to sleep in a different room whenever his girlfriend came into town. If not, it was guaranteed that they would be kept up all night thanks to the deafening noises coming from the drummer’s bedroom. Nobody knew exactly what he did to make Allyson scream like that, but whatever it was- it was being done extremely well.

“You could always borrow a ball gag” Jared offered.

“Bro!” Shannon scolded.

The singer quickly scurried away before a harsher reprimand could be handed out and Tomo followed his lead.

“Your brother is a horny bastard" Allyson said with a laugh "But I wouldn’t mind trying one out…”

Again the drummer growled. “Don’t give me any ideas! Let’s go, love.”

                                                            * 

After a quick shower together, Shannon had commanded that his girlfriend sit on the bed and wait for him to set up their “playpen”. The drummer had lied out a stopwatch, their bag of toys, lubricant, handcuffs and some bondage rope.

“Okay, usual rules apply,” he stated “Safe-words are in place and the first one to cum takes the punishment from the one who doesn’t…”

Allyson nodded. “How about a little something extra?”

“Like what?” the drummer asked, intrigued.

The brunette went over to her suitcase and pulled out a satin bag, reaching into it for something before putting it on the bed. Shannon picked up the ergonomic device and flipped it over in his hands several times.

“We already have vibrators in the bag, babe- why do you need another one?”

“Because this one is different” she stated “Watch…”

Ally walked over to the docking station where her iPod was currently charging and pressed play. The fast drum beat of Night Of The Hunter started playing and the vibrator in Shannon’s hands started going wild, buzzing and flipping this way and that until the brunette paused the music.

“What the fuck, babe!” Shannon said, astonished “Where did you get this? When? I mean, how…”

“The vibe picks up on whatever beat is playing and the vibrations follow that… You want me to know exactly what you have to go through- and what better way than this?”

The drummer looked up at his girlfriend, realizing just how fucking lucky he was to find her.

“You are fucking amazing!”

Allyson laughed and crawled onto the bed, with Shannon following suit. The drummer picked up his male vibrator and placed it over his swollen dick while watching Ally gently slide herself down onto the dildo and placing the vibrator pad directly against her clit.

“You ready?”

The brunette nodded as her boyfriend grabbed the speaker remote off the nightstand.

“Let’s start slow…” he offered, pressing play.

Immediately, John Legend's 'All of Me’ began playing as the vibrators picked up on the notes, subtlety humming but not really adding to much pleasure. Allyson hummed to the tune and entwined her boyfriends fingers with hers, looking him in the eye before resting her forehead against his. Shannon squeezed his girlfriend’s hands, enjoying the smooth vibrations of his toy while connecting with Ally on an intimate level. The duo hummed and sang along softly with the music, kissing and touching every once in awhile- enjoying their closeness. The song faded out and the intro to Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ started, the bass thumping along while Ally jerked, all to aware of the toy’s rhythm.

“Too much for you, baby?” Shannon cooed, playfully.

He was started to fill the pleasure building up inside of him as well, but more than 20 some odd years of sexual experience had taught him how to control himself, how to harness his climax and make it last.

Allison growled at his teasing. “Not just yet…"  

She grabbed the remote and skipped to the next song, 'Sail’. The strong beat had the vibrators going wild and Shannon started sweating.

"Too much for you, baby?" Ally shot back with a raised eyebrow.

The drummer was panting, enjoying himself with his new toy while he watched his girlfriend pretend that she wasn’t having as much as she really was. Allyson was subtlety rocking back and forth against her vibrator, digging her fingernails into Shannon’s hands and trying to control her responses.

"You like that, don’t you?”

Allyson glared at her boyfriend. “No talking, Shannon!”

“I don’t remember that being a rule” the drummer teased “And we are playing a game after all, right? Games are supposed to fun; and right now- I’m having fun.”

Two could play at that game… “All right!”

The brunette let go of her boyfriend’s hand and scooted to the other side of the bed, shifting so that her vibrator no longer buzzed directly against her clit.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Ally moaned while rocking back and forth against the vibe. “I’m playing; this feels so good I don’t think I can focus on you anymore…”

“But we’re supposed to be playing together!” Shannon whined.

Ignoring him, Allyson used both of her hands to rub across her breasts, playing with her nipples until they were stiff and red.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck- just like that, mmm… I swear, this feels so fucking- oh!”

Having enough, the drummer reached out for his girlfriend’s arm- dragging her across the bed and onto the floor.

“What the fuck, Shannon?!?”

The drummer was too busy putting his clothes on to answer the brunette. “Get your clothes on, now: we’re going downstairs.”

“But I’m horny and I want to cum!”

Shannon’s eyes dilated as he growled. “Don’t worry: you will!”

                                                       *

“So what the fuck are we doing down here, exactly?” Allyson asked, standing in the middle of power cords and mixed wires.

Shannon sat down at his drum set. “You didn’t want to play nicely and I want you know exactly what I have to go through, so: come here and sit on my lap.”

The brunette followed his instructions, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap cowgirl style.

“You, ready?”

Ally snorted. “Ready for what?”

The drummer hit the bass drum and felt a vibration surge through chair, causing the brunette on his lap to jump.

“What the fuck was that?!?” she asked, pleasantly surprised.

“The damn seat thumper I told you about” he retorted “You want to know what it really feels like? Then you’re going to; with one little twist…”

The drummer pulled his sweatpants halfway down his thighs, allowing his dick to swipe across his lover’s damp folds- she hadn’t put on any underwear. Not giving him time to enjoy her wetness, Allyson sat up and took her boyfriend inside of her in one go. Shannon took the action in stride and started playing Vox Populi, causing his seat thumper to go mad while his girlfriend dug her fingernails into his shoulders and buried her face in his neck.

“Fuck, Shan! I can- I can feel it with your cock inside of me; it’s so, so fucking good…”

The drummer grinned, finishing the song and soon started playing Night of the Hunter- hitting his bass drum even more often than he had to, just to feel his girlfriend squirm from the vibrations. And he had to admit, he was enjoying himself too: the vibrations combined with the fullness of his dick was causing Ally to instinctively clench her PC muscles, giving the drummer a more than pleasant sensation.

“More,” she begged, now bouncing up and down “Please give me more!”

Shannon obliged, now sloppily playing Up In the Air as his balls began to tingle- he was going to cum soon. Allyson didn’t seem to notice, she was too focused on the new sensations and was trying to reach her climax.

“Yeah, Shan: harder!”

The drummer didn’t know whether she was referring to the drums or his thrusting, but he gave her both anyway- sporadically hitting his drums as he tried to pound into his girlfriend while she sank down onto him.

“Yes, yes, yes- fuck, Shan: I’m gonna- Oh!!!”

Shannon felt the tell-tale squeezing of his girlfriend’s orgasm and rushed to complete his own; giving one last final hit to his bass drum- the vibrations sent the drummer into a mind-blowing climax, causing stars to blind his vision. The couple sat still for a few minutes before they decided to mosey back up to their hotel room.

“That was crazy: we could have been caught! Could you imagine Jared walking in while we were- uh! I don’t even want to think about it… Though it was fun!”

Shannon smirked. “Well, now you know what I go through every night!”

“I’m not complaining,” Ally insisted “Thumper always makes you ready for me…”

Before the brunette could attack her boyfriend in the hallway, Tomo’s hotel room door swung open and he stuck his head out.

“Hey Shan, I could hear the beat you were playing downstairs; that was awesome dude! A little sporadic and off balance, but we could work with that… Where’d the idea come from?”

Looking at each other, both Shannon and Ally laughed: if only the guitarist knew… 

“Fine then, don’t tell me!” he huffed “Have you at least thought of a song name?”

Raising one his famous eyebrows, the drummer smiled. “I think I’ll call it: Thumper…"  

Hands to Myself

@spikkels8 prompts are so hard to resist - Beca just can’t seem to keep her hands off of her co-captain!

                 

Sidewalks were stupid.

They were fine, for walking by yourself.

Two people were ok, as long as there was no one coming from the opposite direction.

Three people?

Well, that left the awkwardness of figuring out who was going to play the odd man out.

A whole group of girls?

Half drunk and stumbling from the karaoke bar to Bellas’ house?

That was a whole different story.

Keep reading

“You’re so weird,” Cal laughed. He was looking at you from across the small back room of the tour bus.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you chuckled. You were currently laying on the couch upside down, legs in the air with your feet resting against the window. 

“Really though have you even been listening to the music you have been playing? So far I’ve heard Camp Rock, Blink, NSYNC, All Time Low, The Little Mermaid, Beyonce, Sum 41, and The Cheetah Girls. You have the strangest taste in music,” He said shaking his head in disbelief all while finger drumming on his thighs to the current song, Bet On It, playing through the speakers. 

“I like to use the word eccentric,” You replied watching your best friend from your upside down state. “Plus you love it. Don’t act like you aren’t a fan of High School Musical.” 

“Oh, I’m not complaining, just reminding you how much of a dork you are,” He smiled. You admired the crinkles that appeared by his eyes from his big smile. That had always been one of your favorite features of your best friend. He had a smile that could light up an entire room. No matter how pissy or sad you were one of Calums killer smiles could make you feel better. You, not so gracefully, flipped off the couch onto the floor letting out a small oomph as you hit the ground, Calum releasing a giggle at your actions. You climbed up next to him on the couch, cuddling into your friends warm body, releasing a content sigh. 

“I love having you here with us,” He said wrapping a muscular arm around your waist. “Even if you have weird taste in music.” 

You were visiting the boys on their North American leg of their tour, you had already been with them a week and your return home was approaching rapidly. 

“Me too. Its been amazing to see you all in action. Y’all work so hard and I’m just so proud of all you’ve accomplished,” You gushed while lightly tracing the tattoos on his forearm. 

“You should just stay. The tour doesn’t go on for much longer,” he suggested. He hadn’t seen you in five months, one measly week and a half wasn’t enough to make up for lost time. He missed being able to hold you close. He loved when he was home and could drive over to your house at insane hours of the night just so you could both go get milkshakes. He yearned to continue your weekly movie nights. He needed his best friend dammit, he didn’t want to be apart from you anymore. 

You closed your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds of his breathing. Oh, how you wished you could just quit your job and spend your time traveling the world with your best friend. It was fun to think about what it would be like, lord knows you had imagined it a million times, but it just wasn’t realistic. You had your job and apartment, you couldn’t just leave all your commitments behind. 

“Cal, you know I can’t do that even though I’d love to,” you sighed sadly.

“I know I know. Just figured asking wouldn’t hurt,” he said softly, beginning to pet your hair. He felt defeated. You were leaving in another three days and he had no idea when the next time he would be able to see you. 

You jumped up out of his embrace, being met with a questioning look. 

“No, we are not going sit here and be sad noodles. We only have a small amount of time left together and I shall not spend it upset,” you stated hands on your hips determined. You held your hand out to him, “Stand up and crazy dance with me to my weird music so I won’t be sad anymore.” 

A huge grin appeared on his face as he placed his large hand in your delicate one. You grabbed the speaker remote and turned it up. A Party Song blasted loud in the small room. You both started jumping around, head banging to the All Time Low jam. Calum couldn’t stop smiling. Only you would suggest to have a dance party in the back of a moving bus. You were his strange, no eccentric, best friend and he didn’t know where he would be without you. Although he was happy in that moment bouncing around to the beat, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing you would be leaving him so soon.