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Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
I had to deal with a major crisis over the last 24 hours (we had a food truck originally planned and they cancelled on us yesterday morning) but we now have ***TWO*** good trucks. And i made a map/list of food places in town
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, possessive Nick, confrontation
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 10th - “Every night’s another reason why I left it all.”
You should have known Nick would find you.
A rented room two towns over, cash payment, false name at the desk. It had felt clever for almost six hours.
Then the knock came.
Not loud. Not frantic.
Certain.
You opened the door with your bag already in your hand, and there he stood in the hallway, coat dark with rain, jaw tight.
“You ran.” his eyes fixed on you as they narrowed down with the one betrayal.
You swallowed hard “I left.” Correcting.
“Without a word.”
“I wrote a note.”
His mouth hardened. “That was a coward’s exit.”
The sting landed, but you were too tired to bleed for him anymore.
“You don’t get to call me a coward when staying with you meant disappearing piece by piece.”
Nick stepped inside before you could stop him, presence filling the cheap little room until it felt smaller than it had any right to be.
“You think this is freedom?” His eyes swept the peeling wallpaper, the single bed, the bag clutched in your fist. “This?”
“I think it’s a start.”
Something shifted in his face. You’d really wounded him.
“You were not unhappy every night.” His gaze burned.
“No,” you agreed, voice breaking despite yourself. “Some nights I loved you so much it scared me.” You didn’t stop the words “But every night’s another reason why I left it all. Every secret. Every lie. Every time I woke up beside you and wondered what part of me I had traded to stay.”
Nick went still. For one breath, you thought he understood. Then he reached for your bag taking it from you.
“No.” You pleaded “Nick.”
“You can hate me in the car.”
“I’m not going with you.” You wouldn’t go back
His smile was ruined and beautiful. “Yes, you are.”
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
I'm actually planning the wedding for Royal Portrait. Andy's gonna push for it to be a quicker courting than usual but of course the future in laws won't mind.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
I'm actually planning the wedding for Royal Portrait. Andy's gonna push for it to be a quicker courting than usual but of course the future in laws won't mind.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
Oh my dear, sweet children. The Commodore 64 came out in 1982. This was produced on a typewriter and probably mimeographed. And while it may seem funny now, it took more courage to write and distribute this than you will ever know.
Children, in the olden days fanfiction was written on a typewriter, copied and sent by snail mail. Getting one one of those letters from across the world was every bit as exciting as getting a notification that your favorite writer posted a new fic.
It’s been said before, but the fact that this fic begins with the dialogue assertion “We’re by no means setting a precedent” is endlessly amusing to me.
Diane Marchant changed all our lives. May she rest in peace.
The precedent line is especially amusing when you bear in mind that “A Fragment Out of Time” is not only the first Star Trek slashfic to be published in a widely distributed magazine: it’s believed by some to be the first slashfic of any kind to be widely published.
In 1974 it was illegal to send pornography through the USPS. So distributing fic like this via mailed newsletter was literally dangerous. And they knew it.
