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modern-day-bard · 8 months

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 31

I mute the phone quickly, without thinking. There is sun outside my window now, though it looks low in the sky. As the confusion of sleep quiets down, I check my phone again. It's eight o'clock. I slept for practically twelve hours. This situation must be doing a bigger number on my body than I realize.

I blink again, opening up my phone. One text from my mom, wishing me a good morning and that she'd gone off to work. And one missed call. From Javi.

I smack myself in the forehead. It wasn't my alarm, it was a phone call! Made less than a minute ago.

I straighten up, taking a sip of water as I call him back. Hopefully the sleep wearing off will help to dull my nerves. Regardless, my heart is still hammering against my chest.

"Hello," I hear his smooth voice across the line, and after a butterfly escapes my chest, my heart slows to a small thump.

"Hi," I breathe.

"I got your message," I can hear him smiling on the other end. "I miss you too."

Now I'm grinning ear to ear, alone in my old room like an idiot. "You do?"

"Yeah...I was sad I missed your call though. I was on a flight, actually."

My smile drops. "Oh, um, where?" In the split second before he answers, my mind pushes the worst to me: he'll be on location for the next few months and I won't be able to reach him, or he is also escaping the media but doesn't want me to be a part of it.

"Yeah, something really important came up." A beat passes, and he doesn't elaborate.

I sucked in a breath. "Is everything okay?"

"Well, I had to go to see this production assistant of mine. She left during an important time. Understandable of course, but I have some questions I need to ask her."

Pounding. My heart is now pounding. He can't mean...

"Javi...are you in Connecticut?"

"See for yourself."

My brow scrunches together. I glance to the window on my right, facing the street. I can't imagine that he would be out there right now. The blinds are drawn, and I can't picture it. His beautiful aura lighting up my hometown street? I had to do as I was told.

I leap up, stumbling a little before drawing the shade, squinting as my eyes adjust to the sunshine. Even as they do, there is no mistaking the figure that is standing on the curb of my parents' front lawn. I giggle like a madwoman, and the fact that he is standing on the other end of the house, patiently waiting for those curtains to be pulled back makes me laugh harder.

"On your left, Romeo." I say through my hysterics.

His head whips to the side, making eye contact with me through the windowpane. His mouth splits into a jaw-dropping grin that makes my cheeks heat immediately.

"When you have a moment," He says cheekily, "I have some things I would like to discuss with you."

"I'll be right down," I hang up, barely resisting the urge to snap a picture of him as he is now. Brown eyes sparkling, so eager that he can't decide whether or not to keep his hands in his pockets. I peel myself away from the window, charging down the stairs two at a time as if it's Christmas morning. On the last step, it occurs to me that I should have at least brushed my teeth or combed my hair, but I don't care. He's seen me in a worse state than this, right?

As soon as I open the door, I run to him.

I don't bother inviting him in, or waiting to see how he'll react, I just fall into his arms. It is instinctual. He wraps his arms around me immediately, kissing the top of my head at least three times. I squeeze my arms around his waist tighter, taking a deep breath of my favorite scent. I nuzzle my cheek against his chest, trying to absorb as much of him as possible. I know I still have my fears, hell, I'll probably always have them. But he's here. And both Lana and my mom have been telling me that he cares, and most importantly, he's told me how much he cares. If he's here, he must not want out of this situation. He must want me, and I'm tired of not grabbing hold of that opportunity. Because lord knows I want him too.

After several minutes, I pull my head back to look at him properly, even though I don't dare let go of his waist. And his arms don't budge around me. He looks back at me before glancing away quickly, and I realize, as my heart strings are pulled ridiculously tight, that his eyes are misty. I move my hands to rest on either side of his face, gently nudging him to look at me again.

When he does, it doesn't take long for a tear to fall and for me to quickly swipe it away with my thumb.

"Javi..." I'm breathless from the sight of him, and at a loss for words from this emotion. I feel like I should say more, but I don't get the chance before he kisses me. Deeply. Passionately. Pulling me impossibly close to him, letting a contented sigh out against me. I step up on my tippy toes, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him as tightly as possible.

He kisses me until I'm delirious, and when we finally pull away from each other I can't remember what I should say. So instead of saying something I should say, as he leans his forehead against mine, I say, "How did you find my house? You stalker."

Javi lets out a hearty laugh that makes my heart sing. "Lana. That call sheet has come in handy a tremendous amount of times."

I laugh, too, before my face grows serious again. "I'm sorry, Javi. I didn't mean to run off, but I kept thinking of what they would say about you if I came to your house. I was so overwhelmed by them showing up to my house I just thought...I don't know."

He's shaking his head. "When I knew you were getting on a plane to avoid them, I knew it was bad."

I smile a little. "I don't want you to think I don't care. I panicked."

"You've never been in a situation like this before, Ava. You should do whatever helps you."

"It's also a perk that I can hold you out here without anyone caring. This town is a lot sleepier than L.A."

He kisses my forehead, "That is a perk." We stay there for another moment before he asks, "You talked to Dwayne?"

I nod. "Dwayne and a lawyer, Devon."

"A lawyer, huh?"

"Yes. They were asking if I was going to press charges against Blake. I'm assuming you know he's the one who leaked them now."

His body tenses. "I know. Jonah and I were talking and he's agreed to help with anything you need. If you want to action, he's found some evidence against Blake already from another project–"

I lightly press my fingers over his lips. "I don't want to talk about Blake." I say quietly.

He nods, kissing my fingers.

"I appreciate you talking to Jonah though. But I wanted to ask, when I talked to Dwayne he said that Tom gave you additional steps...what was he talking about?"

Javi hesitates, pulling back sightly to run a hand through his curls.

"Tom and the PR team want me to cut ties with you altogether. To make a statement that we aren't involved with each other."

My heart drops down to my stomach, and I feel like I'm in free fall, mere seconds from the concrete.

"Oh...What did you say?"

Javi smiles faintly. "I told them I would make a statement."

I nod, confused by his expression. Part of me wants to cry, but he wouldn't come all this way for that, surely. Would he? Maybe he wants to keep this a secret. I hadn't considered that yet, at least not out loud. Not to him. My gaze falls to my bare feet on the stone path to the front door.

"Will you go to the premiere with me, Ava?"

My eyes snap up to his, my heart hammering in my chest. "What?"

He shrugs. "They said they wanted a statement. I'd like to make one with you."

"I-I..." I have no choice but to let tears fall freely now, "I don't have a dress." Not the first thing I should have said at this moment. But he laughs softly, taking one of my hands in both of his.

"We can figure that out."

"Won't you get in trouble?" I croak.

Javi's smile is reassuring as he's the one wiping my tears now. "No. Jonah and I have gone over my contract top to bottom, numerous times. It may be Tom's preference that I go with Emma, but it's not required. Dwayne says your job is safe, right?"

I nod.

"Good. As it should be," he plays with my fingers, avoiding my gaze, "I know that public opinion is serious, and it's a lot, it's overwhelming, and if you don't want to take this on I won't hold it against you. But if you'll have me, I think we can do this... None of that noise matters when I'm with you."

"Was your goal today just to make me cry?" I ask, sniffling.

He chuckles, continuing to wipe my tears away. "I'm serious, Ava. I won't hold it against you if you want to keep things private."

He waits, letting me consider it, and I do. But really, there isn't any part of me that feels as though I won't be saying yes. So I just take a moment to think of how I want to phrase it.

"I don't know how to do it – be in the public eye," I start, gaining back my composure so he can truly let my words soak in. "But I don't want to hide with you. I want to go out to dinner with you, go to the movies with you, go home with you. Dwayne has been really understanding, and as for the public," I pull him impossibly closer to me, "I think they're just jealous."

He laughs, and relief coats his eyes and his smile. He gives me a swift peck before whispering against my lips, "I really did miss you."

After another moment, he whispers again, "So, just to clarify, you would like to go to the premiere with me?"

I giggle, "Of course I would." I pull back, giving him a mischievous smile, "Under one condition."

"Anything," he breathes.

"You'll have to meet my parents first, before you decide if you still like me."

Javi lets out a hearty chuckle. "As if it would be possible not to."

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garebearandnan · 8 months

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LITG | S2 | Day 12 Pt3 Nope Nope Nope

SUMMARY: Noah and Hope find themselves on a rocky path after today’s challenge…

NOTE: The Beach Hut. If there's been a lot happening or if they see that you're upset, the producers will call you to the Beach Hut to just check that you're okay mentally, physically, and emotionally. It’s like a safe haven/safe space for the Islanders.Love Island's Beach Hut producer Mo spilled the secrets in a special video, in which he confessed: "A little fact for you, I'm not actually in the villa with them. I'm in a gallery over there and I've got my own little voice box where I will be able to talk to the Islanders. What they do is they talk to a camera directly and they can hear my voice booming in - so I'll be asking them generic questions like 'how it's it going today' or 'how's life in the villa today?'

Iain Stirling: Previously, on Love Island… We found out that Noah has an ex called Priya who he dated for three months!

Noah: Can we not make this bigger than it is?

Iain Stirling: Sorry Noah, I didn’t hear that over the sound of this massive drama. Which, by the way, kicked off in spectacular fashion when Priya blew the whistle on her private conversation with Noah.

Priya: Noah said this morning that he’s thinking of picking me at the next recoupling.

Iain Stirling: The guy can’t catch a break!

In the Beach Hut: Hope's confessional

Hope pov. You step into the beach hut, wiping away a few tears from your eyes. Hope sits in the Beach Hut chair, legs crossed and grabs a pillow to her chest. She needed to have a moment alone and normally after there's been a bit of drama the Islanders go straight to the Beach Hut so the producers can catch their live reaction anyway.

Producer: What are your thoughts about Priya telling you that Noah is considering picking her at the next recoupling?

Hope: It's a fucking nightmare. Everything happened so quickly. I just needed to remove myself from the situation. I was absolutely fuming. Fuming.

Producer: How do you feel about Priya?

Hope: I just can't do that. I can't do fake. We all know… we know who's the more genuine person. Like… She didn't even speak to me. I think she’s had her eye on HIM since she got here.

(Hope rolls her eyes.) I mean it’s Noah, I really can’t fault her there. He’s a dreamboat. I think if me and Noah split up, she’d pick him.

Hope shrinks back in the seat with a saddened expression gracing her face again.

Hope: I feel so betrayed. Why can’t people be honest? He should have pulled me for a chat. Finding out like that was so… humiliating… (She covers her face with her hands). It fucking hurts…

Producer: Would you like to talk to a therapist?

(Hope shakes her head, side-to-side.) Hope: Just give me a moment.

The producer gives Hope time to compose herself. She wipes away her tears. Producer: Do you have your eye on someone else?

Hope: Oh? Um… (She hesitates.) I still obviously really like Noah. I don't fancy anyone like I fancy him, so I'm just sat here, like… You were literally my dream man. I just wanna put on his jumper and go to sleep.

Producer: If there was a recoupling, would you pick another boy?

Hope: I'm just, like, scared now to like someone, like, new again, you know? It's so hard… So hard putting yourself out there. This is why I have a hard time, like, opening up to people, and, like, telling them how I feel because something always ruins it.

Producer: Do you think Grace’s head could be turned?

Hope (thinking): Why the fuck they asking me that?

Hope pales. She’s not stupid. She knows most of the boys (and probably Marisol) would jump at the chance to couple with Grace.

Hope (thinking): But surely not Noah, too? She shifts awkwardly in her seat and doesn’t say anything.

Producer: Hope?

Hope: She seems pretty loyal to Gary. But, it's Love Island so I guess anything is possible.

In the Beach Hut: Noah's confessional

Noah pov. Noah let out a sigh as he took a seat in the wicker chair, crossed his arms, and leaned back.

Producer: So, you and Priya had a chat up on the terrace?

Noah: Yeah. We had a little conversation. I never wanted Hope to find out like this. I think I'm just in so much shock. I wasn't expecting that at all.

Producer: What are your thoughts about Priya telling Hope that you are considering picking her at the next recoupling?

Noah: I don't know why she did it. I didn't really understand. I was a bit thrown off. It was one of those things where I was just like, "OK, so, like… what is that about?"

Producer: Has Priya turned your head?

Noah: Priya’s absolutely stunning. I doubted she’d go for me. I work in a library.

Producer: Are you open to getting to know her?

Noah: I'm kind of in a spot where it's like, do I try something out to maybe break something else up? Or do I stay with where I'm... where I'm at and maybe miss out? The only girl I’ve really gotten to know in here was Hope really. And, at this point, I have to choose what's right for myself and what I'm looking for in this Villa. So, basically, if I wanna get to know Priya and see what she's about, I know that Hope's the type of girl to, like, just kind of break off.

Priya’s words play on his mind, ‘You don’t have to just be with one person your whole time in here. Changing partners is part of the game. Who knows what you could be missing?’

Producer: If there was a recoupling, would you pick Hope or Priya?

(He sighs deeply.) Noah: I like Hope a lot, but… it's Love Island and anything’s possible. At the end of the day, I will give Priya a chance because I feel like that would be unfair if I didn't. However, I have got a connection with Hope too.

Producer: Do you have your eye on someone else?

(He has a nervous smile on his face.) Noah: Maybe, but nothing’s certain.

Producer: Can you elaborate more?

(He fidgets awkwardly.) Noah: For me, Grace intrigues me. I think she’s absolutely breathtaking. She’s really hot, gentle, and honest.

Producer: Do you think Grace’s head could be turned?

He appeared surprised by the turn of questioning.

Noah: I’m not ready to make any big moves, but it is interesting to think about. (He grins shyly and looks down at his hands.) Very interesting, indeed.

The screen going black at this point signifies that he is free to leave.

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mrsbsmooth · 10 months

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 19 (Part 1 of 2)

Doing something a little different today because the dialogue on the daybeds is sorted weird. I've got the standard dialogue here, but the Daybeds & Breakfast scenes have been split by LI. Give me a bit of time and i'll post the routes individually. Thank you @longbobmckenzie as always for pulling them out!

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island!

NARRATOR: {0} just received some beautiful flowers from one of her admirers!

NARRATOR: But which admirer? And what will their night hold?

NARRATOR: Let’s find out right now!

You and the girls have gathered in the dressing room to get ready for bed.

UMA_HAPPY: {0}, you can’t leave us hanging any longer!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: We need to know, right this second.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: We need to know, right this second.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What do you mean?

UMA_HAPPY: About the beautiful surprise flowers that were left on your bed?

UMA_HAPPY: Who were they from?!

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I think we’re all interested to know.

Vicky and Bonnie both look equally suspicious.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It was so adorable.

VICKY_HAPPY: A classy move.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I have a feeling it was {0}.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: Guilty! It was me.

VICKY_HAPPY: Thought you deserved a nice surprise.

VICKY_HAPPY: Picked them myself!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Aww, thanks Vicky!

Vicky leans in and whispers to you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I thought we could have a night under the stars?

VICKY_HAPPY: We can head out to the daybeds together later?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds romantic!

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Guilty! It was me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Thought you deserved a nice surprise.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Picked them myself!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Aww, thanks Bonnie!

Bonnie leans in and whispers to you.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I thought we could have a night under the stars?

BONNIE_HAPPY: We can head out to the daybeds together later?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds romantic!

UMA_HAPPY: I knew it was {0}!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How?!

UMA_FLIRTY: May have seen him snooping around in the garden earlier…

UMA_HAPPY: Heard him talking about a romantic night under the stars too.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Like on the daybeds?

UMA_HAPPY: That would be my guess! I know where I’d be going.

UMA_FLIRTY: Sounds like you two are gonna have fun tonight!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, I guess it does.

{0} doesn’t look very happy with you.

{0}_ANGRY: Great, so you’re stealing my man away, again?

Be apologetic

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0} I know it sucks for you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t stop him from giving me flowers!

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s still a connection between us.

{0}_SERIOUS: Yeah, whatever. I don’t love the situation.

{0}_SERIOUS: But at least you’re not gloating about it.

Get sassy

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s weird.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t realise {0} was a <i>thing</i> that I could steal.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Kind of possessive of you, {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well that’s obviously not what I meant.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Besides, it’s not stealing when he comes willingly.

UMA_IDLE: Ouch.

{0} shoots you some serious side eye.

Brush her off

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah we’re spending the night together.

PLAYER_IDLE: I really don’t see the big deal?

{0}_SERIOUS: We were together first.

PLAYER_IDLE: It is what it is.

{0} pouts at you.

Vicky catches your eye with a flirty wink and smile!

VICKY_FLIRTY: I don’t think anyone needs to be told how much I’m looking forward to it.

BONNIE_SAD: You could consider how other people feel about it…

VICKY_IDLE: I’m not good at pretending, sorry!

Bonnie catches your eye and gives you a shy smile.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It’s going to be a special evening for sure.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: Have fun, I guess.

UMA_HAPPY: Well, sounds like you’ve got a big night ahead of you!

UMA_HAPPY: Are you excited to spend it with {0}?

Cannot wait

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I literally cannot wait.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want to make it a night to remember.

{0} scoffs.

{0}_SAD: You don’t have to rub it in.

Vicky bites her lip as she looks over to you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Going to be a night to remember.

Bonnie struggles to hide an envious look.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: It’s going to be a night to remember.

Vicky struggles to hide an envious look.

UMA_FLIRTY: Sounds like you might not be getting much sleep!

UMA_FLIRTY: Get it, girl!

Keeping my expectations in check

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m keeping my expectations in check.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll see where the night takes us both.

UMA_IDLE: You should just enjoy it.

{0}_IDLE: Guess you’ll need to get ready then, {1}.

UMA_FLIRTY: For sure. We’ll help you pick out some sexy pjs!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let me take a look!

VICKY_FLIRTY: {0}, you are slaying in that!

UMA_FLIRTY: You’re giving me outfit inspo!

BONNIE_FLIRTY: {0}, you look amazing!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel good!

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m ready for bed.

UMA_SURPRISED: Are you sure?

UMA_IDLE: I think there might be some more options for you to check out.

Uma leans in and whispers in your ear.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s a big night for you and {0} after all.

I’ll have another look

VICKY_FLIRTY: {0}, you are slaying in that!

UMA_FLIRTY: You’re giving me outfit inspo!

BONNIE_FLIRTY: {0} you look amazing!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel good!

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m good wearing this.

UMA_HAPPY: Ok, you do you!

UMA_HAPPY: Let’s go!

I’m all good

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m good wearing this.

UMA_HAPPY: Ok, you do you!

UMA_HAPPY: Let’s go!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Have a good night, girls!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You coming, {0}? The daybeds are calling.

{0}_FLIRTY: Right behind you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll see you girls in a bit.

UMA_HAPPY: Have fun!

OG Boy Route

Bonnie Route

Vicky Route

Travis Route

Evan Route

As you both finish your breakfast, you hear a familiar sound.

A phone pings.

{0}_SURPRISED: Was that your phone?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Yes. I’ve got a text!

Everyone rushes out to the daybeds.

{0} clocks you and {1} snuggled on the daybeds.

{0}_SURPRISED: Morning everyone!

{0}_ANGRY: Looks like these two lovebirds had a nice evening.

Bonnie and Vicky overhear and glance over to see what’s going on.

They also seem a bit gutted to see you and {0} together.

Travis overhears and glances over to see what’s going on.

He also seems a bit gutted to see you and {0} together.

Vicky and {0} clock you and Bonnie snuggled on the daybeds.

They seem a bit gutted to see you two together.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Good morning…

Bonnie and {0} clock you and Vicky snuggled on the daybeds.

They seem a bit gutted to see you two together.

VICKY_SURPRISED: Morning everyone!

{0} clocks you and Travis snuggled on the daybeds. He looks pretty gutted.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Morning guys!

{0} and Travis clock you and Evan snuggled on the daybeds. He looks pretty gutted.

EVAN_HAPPY: Beautiful morning right?

UMA_SURPRISED: Enough of the dramatic staring. We wanna hear the text!

You read it out for everyone.

LITEXT: Islanders, it’s time to play Snog, Marry, Pie! {0}ChoicesChoices {1}PiebackTime

Bring it on!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I say bring on the snogs, marriages and pies!

{0}_SURPRISED: Wow, surprised you’re so confident.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You shouldn’t be. I’m ready for this one!

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s get to the challenge stage.

UMA_HAPPY: Pies! Pies! Pies!

I’m not ready for this

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh dear, I’m not sure I’m ready for these decisions.

{0}_SURPRISED: I don’t think you are…

{0}_SURPRISED: We’re going to have to find out sooner or later.

UMA_HAPPY: Let’s get to the challenge stage then.

I’m sure no one will pie me

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m not worried, don’t see why anyone would want to pie me.

{0}_HAPPY: Who would?!

{0}_SURPRISED: That’s some seriously misplaced confidence, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess we’ll have to see.

I know who I’m pieing

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I already know who’s getting pied.

{0}_SURPRISED: Who?!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ll have to wait and see.

UMA_FLIRTY: Pies! Pies! Pies!

UMA_HAPPY: I hope you all are ready for this. I know I am.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve already got someone in mind for pieing.

ALEX_SURPRISED: It’s about to get real.

JOYO_HAPPY: Yep. Things are about to get messy.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Yeah they are!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Bring it on!

VICKY_HAPPY: It’s nice going in knowing no one would want to pie you!

BONNIE_SURPRISED: I hope the pies are vegan.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Yes, lads! Let’s do this!

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Oh my days. My hair does not react well to cream!

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Oh my days. My hair doesn’t react well to cream.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s get going!

You all rush to the dressing room to quickly get changed before you make your way to the challenge stage.

You join the others on the challenge stage where everyone looks raring to go.

Your phone buzzes in your hand.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

UMA_SURPRISED: Read it out, {0}.

LITEXT: Islanders, you must now take it in turns to decide who you want to snog, marry, and pie. {0}MarriageMaterial {1}ToPieOrNotToPie

PLAYER_HAPPY: So who’s going first?

Uma steps up for her go.

UMA_FLIRTY: I’ve been waiting for this chance. I’ll go first!

UMA_FLIRTY: I’m going to snog…

Uma looks around, before shooting {0} a mischievous look.

Before finally, locking eyes with Travis.

Uma strides over to Travis and snogs him.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: That was a surprise!

She looks {0} right in the eye before moving on.

{0}_SERIOUS: I see how it is.

UMA_FLIRTY: And then I’m going to marry…

Uma looks at you with a warm smile.

UMA_HAPPY: {0}, for being such a good friend!

Uma comes over and throws her arms around your neck.

Hug her back

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awww, you’re cute, Uma.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Happy wedding day to us!

You give her a big squeeze back.

UMA_HAPPY: This was a good decision.

Call her out for snogging Travis

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What was up with you snogging Travis?

UMA_IDLE: It’s just a game, I can pick who I want.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It was a bit harsh on {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Also, me and Travis literally just spent the night together.

Uma shrugs.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s just a bit of fun! Doesn’t mean anything.

Dodge the hug

You dodge away from her to avoid the hug.

UMA_SERIOUS: Ok, ouch!

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think I’m ready for marriage just yet.

UMA_SERIOUS: It’s only hypothetical, but suit yourself.

Uma steps back.

UMA_FLIRTY: And for the pie. There’s really only one choice.

Uma picks up one of the pies from the table, and strides towards {0}.

She shoves the pie right in his face to a collective gasp from everyone else.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You really got him there, Uma.

UMA_FLIRTY: That’s for the snaky antics I found out about on Movie Night.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: That’s a bit harsh…

UMA_HAPPY: It’s just a pie! You’ll get over it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Settle down you two, there’s still some pies left in the oven.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It’s my time to shine.

She looks round at everyone, studying their faces.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I’m gonna snog… Vicky.

She runs over to Vicky and the two share a brief snog.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Could’ve seen that one coming.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Things really do move fast in the villa.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Don’t worry, {0}. I’ve got something special planned for you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: As for marriage, there’s only one choice for me.

Bonnie looks right at you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Copying Uma but I don’t care.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You are marriage material, {0}, and such a good friend.

She drops down on one knee and gives you a big smile.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Two weddings in one day.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Uma was right, you are marriage material, {0}.

She drops to one knee and peers into your eyes longingly with a gentle smile.

Vicky side eyes Bonnie.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: There’s no one I’d rather get down on one knee for.

Our wedding night would be fun

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m definitely looking forward to our wedding night, Bonnie.

VICKY_SURPRISED: Wow, ok then.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Not the exchanging of our sacred vows, then?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That too.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Just kidding, our wedding night would be pure fireworks.

You’d absolutely get jilted by me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d probably jilt you on the wedding day. No offence.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Message received I guess.

This is all a bit fast

PLAYER_IDLE: Wow, this is all happening so fast.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure if I’m ready.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: It’s just a bit of fun, don't worry.

Bonnie picks up the pie with a grin and looks around the remaining Islanders.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: And no prizes for guessing who I’m gonna pie.

Bonnie flings her pie into {0}’s unsuspecting face.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Wait? What <i>was</i> that for?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Movie Night, obviously. Saying Uma was hotter than me!

{0} wipes some of the pie off his face and slowly nods.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh yeah. Guess I deserved that one to be fair.

Bonnie looks triumphant as all the others burst out laughing.

Summer is up on the stage before Bonnie has even got back in line.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: It’s me now!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Who are you going to pick, Summer?

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Well for a snog…

Everyone looks to Joyo as Summer struts towards him.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Hello, gorgeous.

At the last second Summer swivels on her heels and leans in to Travis, giving him a short but enticing snog.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Seems it’s my lucky day.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Would be rude not to.

Summer winks at Joyo.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: It’s just for the lols everyone, don’t worry.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m happy to get kissed for a laugh anytime.

Kick off

PLAYER_ANGRY: Erm, did you forget he’s coupled up with me?

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Just a bit of fun, {0}.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, doesn’t mean anything. Just a laugh.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Hmmm.

Laugh it off

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good work, guys.

JOYO_SERIOUS: Hmm.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Don’t worry babes, because I’m marrying you.

She runs over to Joyo and jumps up on him. He catches her and spins her round.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I suppose it’s all good.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What about the pie?

Summer looks straight at you with a mischievous look in her eye.

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s that look for?

Summer barrels over to you and presses the pie into your face.

SUMMER_HAPPY: For all the drama in Casa Amor.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Sorry, not sorry.

Take it on the chin

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess I did deserve that one.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’m glad you can be accepting.

You taste some of the pie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Mmm, it’s actually really good!

Throw a strop

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not cool, Summer.

You cross your arms and pout.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Oh come on, {0}. It’s just a game.

SUMMER_HAPPY: And I needed to get my own back for all the drama.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What drama?!

SUMMER_HAPPY: I dunno.

Wipe some pie on her

PLAYER_HAPPY: Summer, your face looks a bit clean right now.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

You fling some of the excess pie at Summer who fails to dodge it.

You both lean on each other laughing.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Right, your turn, Joyo!

Joyo gets up to the stage with a cocky grin.

JOYO_FLIRTY: For the snog, I have to go with Summer.

Joyo leans into Summer and the two share a long, intimate snog.

BONNIE_IDLE: Alright, we get the idea you two.

They reluctantly pull away.

JOYO_FLIRTY: And for my marry... I’m gonna say Summer again.

He drops down to one knee as Summer blushes.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Aww. So cute, I almost feel bad now.

JOYO_FLIRTY: And for my pie...

Joyo picks up a pie with a cheeky glint in his eye.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Remember when you almost got your head turned by Travis, Summer?

Summer shakes her head.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Nope. You must be getting me mixed up with someone else.

JOYO_HAPPY: Well, I haven’t forgotten unfortunately.

He gently presses the pie into Summer’s face as she squirms.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Seriously, Joyo!

JOYO_HAPPY: No regrets.

Summer starts laughing and kisses Joyo.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: My turn.

Daphne waltzes up to the stage to take her turn.

Before anyone has a chance to react, she walks straight up to Evan and snogs him.

EVAN_HAPPY: Out of nowhere. Wow.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: That’s for always cooking little bits for us in the kitchen.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: And for not being bad on the eye either.

Kick off

PLAYER_ANGRY: Erm, did you forget about us just sharing the daybeds last night?

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Just a bit of fun, {0}.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, doesn’t mean anything. Just a laugh.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Hmm.

Laugh it off

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good work, guys.

UMA_HAPPY: Who are you marrying, Daph?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Well, hopefully this is a little less of a shock to you all.

Daphne bounces over to Rafael where she drops to one knee and presents him with the prop ring.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: This is for being a total gent and spooning me to sleep every night.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I do!

Daphne stands and gives Rafael a peck on the lips.

{0}_HAPPY: Aww, you two are sweet.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Now for my pie.

Without breaking eye contact, Daphne grabs a pie and shoves it right in Uma’s face.

UMA_ANGRY: Daphne?! Why?

DAPHNE_IDLE: For saying you fancied Raf!

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: And that’ll be all.

UMA_HAPPY: Urgh, fine!

Daphne falls back in line as Uma wipes the pie out from her eyes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She’s defo straight to the point.

{0}_FLIRTY: My turn.

{0} catches your eye as she makes her way to the stage.

The vibe is suddenly very tense as everyone glances between you and {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I guess so.

{0}_FLIRTY: For my snog...

{0} struts over to {1} and pulls him in for a passionate snog.

{0} turns it into a peck, {1} clearly wanted more.

She turns with her hands still running through his hair and looks you straight in the eye.

When she’s finished, {0} looks at you with a red face.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s for being the hottest, funniest guy here.

{0}_HAPPY: Debatable, but we move on.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I think I’ll be marrying…

{0}_FLIRTY: {1} too.

Don’t react

You make sure to give {0} no reaction as she drops down to one knee in front of {1}.

Dig her out

PLAYER_ANGRY: That’s an embarrassing move for you, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Especially considering where he slept last night…

{0} looks away sheepishly as {1} fumes.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why don’t we move on?

{0}_ANGRY: Grow up, {1}.

Flirt with {0}

You look straight past {0} and bite your lip at {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I hope you rethink that proposal, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Because we still have unfinished business together.

{0} rolls her eyes.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh, sorry, {0}. I shouldn’t have interrupted like that.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I just can’t stop thinking about last night with {0}…

{0}_FLIRTY: It was fun.

{0}_ANGRY: Can you please not, {1}?

{0}_SERIOUS: That leads me on very nicely to the pieing.

{0} storms over to the pies, and looks over them all with a careful eye.

{0}_SERIOUS: Just trying to find the biggest one.

She struts over to you, pie in hand.

Face the music

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bring it on, {0}. I can take it.

You boldly look her in the eye as she brings the pie into your face.

{0}_IDLE: That was satisfying.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Enjoy it while you can.

{0}_FLIRTY: I will.

Dodge out of the way

You skillfully duck under the incoming pie which falls out of {0}’s hands and lands on the floor.

{0}_ANGRY: Um, that’s not how you play the game.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, it’s how I play the game.

{0}_SERIOUS: Sore loser, whatever.

{0}_IDLE: Right, I think it’s time for the next person.

Vicky takes a confident step forward.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’ve been waiting for my moment.

VICKY_FLIRTY: For my snog... I’m gonna go for a little bit of bombshell solidarity.

VICKY_FLIRTY: So, I’m snogging Travis.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m not complaining.

They share a friendly peck.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m gonna marry someone super special.

Vicky turns towards you and drops to one knee.

Bonnie glances at Vicky, a sense of disappointment on her face.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Another marriage?

VICKY_FLIRTY: How could I not ask for your hand in marriage?

VICKY_FLIRTY: You’re obvs a ten out of ten to look at and…

VICKY_HAPPY: You’re a ten out of ten to spend time with. You’re a total gem, {0}.

I do!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a yes from me. Let’s tie the knot already.

VICKY_HAPPY: I’ll get the dresses, you find the chapel.

BONNIE_SAD: I guess last night didn’t mean that much.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re just joking around, Bonnie.

Platonic pat on the back

You give Vicky a friendly pat on the back.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re sweet for choosing me.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I don’t normally get down on one knee after knowing someone for a few days.

VICKY_FLIRTY: You should be honoured.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m very honoured. Thank you.

VICKY_HAPPY: You’ve been a great friend to me so far.

VICKY_HAPPY: Just wanted you to know I appreciated it.

I’m not the marriage type

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not really the marriage type. Sorry.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: At least I didn’t buy this ring.

Vicky giggles as she gets back to her feet.

VICKY_IDLE: And now for my pie.

She looks around everyone suspiciously.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Who deserves the pie?

Evan jokingly points to Travis.

EVAN_HAPPY: Defo has to be Travis, right? Who else?

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I haven’t done anything. Why me?

Vicky takes a step towards the two boys, pie in hand.

VICKY_HAPPY: And just for saying that, Evan, it’s pie time.

Vicky thrusts the pie in Evan’s face before giving Travis a high five.

VICKY_HAPPY: As I said earlier, bombshell solidarity.

EVAN_HAPPY: Alright, alright. I’ll take it.

As Vicky steps back down, {0} steps up, ready for his turn.

{0}_FLIRTY: Alright, enough playing. It’s my turn.

{0}_FLIRTY: Who to snog?

{0} eyes {1} with a flirty stare.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m gonna snog this person because… Well, why not?

{0} strides towards Bonnie.

He leans in for a short but sweet snog.

He leans in for a quick peck.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Why not indeed!

{0}_SURPRISED: Saving me for your marriage option. Sweet, I guess.

UMA_SURPRISED: You and Bon look cute together, sorry not sorry.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, now for marriage.

{0}_FLIRTY: No guessing needed here.

{0} walks past {1} and lowers himself down to one knee in front of you.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s gotta be {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: For keeping us on our toes. Keeping us entertained.

{0}_ANGRY: Are you kidding me?

{0}_FLIRTY: And because every time we speak…

{0}_FLIRTY: It feels both brand new and somehow like we’ve known each other for years.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: At the same time… If that makes sense?

{0}_SERIOUS: Doesn’t make sense.

{0}_HAPPY: You get the point. I’m marrying {1}!

Over the top acceptance

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh my days, {0}! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a dream come true.

Everyone giggles, except for {0} who rolls her eyes at you both.

{0}_HAPPY: I was worried you’d say no.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No chance. This is everything I ever wanted.

Play it cool

PLAYER_IDLE: Cheers, {0}.

You lean down towards him and whisper in his ear.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You can get up now by the way.

{0}_IDLE: Yep, on my way up, don’t worry.

Tease {0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Guess you’re not being a bride today, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll let you be a bridesmaid instead if you really want?

{0}_SERIOUS: Get over yourself, it’s not even that deep.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: No wedding cake for you.

{0} scoffs and turns away from you.

Act uninterested

PLAYER_IDLE: And who are you gonna pie?

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, let’s move this along.

{0} gets back to his feet and picks up a pie.

{0}_IDLE: This pie is a bit of a jokey one, so no hard feelings.

{0}_SERIOUS: Don’t you dare. I actually won’t laugh.

{0}_IDLE: Don’t worry, {1}. You can relax.

{0} flings his pie straight into Travis’ face.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: What was that for?

{0}_HAPPY: For stealing my new fiancée at the last recoupling.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s just say you’ve made moves on someone I’m into.

{0}_HAPPY: Not that I blame you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Fair does.

{0} gives you a wink before getting back in line.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess it’s my go then.

{0} walks up and down the line of Islanders, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

UMA_FLIRTY: Who’s getting a visit from those lips?

{0}_FLIRTY: Let me see.

{0} looks from Uma, to Vicky, then back to Uma.

{0} keeps his eyes on Uma as he walks over and snogs Vicky.

UMA_SURPRISED: Nice.

{0}_SERIOUS: You literally just snogged Travis!

VICKY_SERIOUS: I don’t appreciate being a revenge snog.

{0}_SERIOUS: It is what it is.

UMA_SERIOUS: So which lucky lady is getting married to the revenge snogger, then?

{0}_HAPPY: It’s actually gonna be a guy!

UMA_HAPPY: I didn’t see that one coming.

PLAYER_IDLE: Who’s the lucky boy?

{0} pulls {1} into a big bear hug.

{0}_HAPPY: I wanna marry this bloke because he’s the glue holding the boys together.

{0}_HAPPY: And I wanna use his moderate influencer fame to grab some clout of my own.

{0}_HAPPY: And marrying him is probably my best shot at learning Spanish in this life.

{0}_HAPPY: And he could probably get me massive discounts on scuba lessons.

{0}_HAPPY: And the last carpenter I got in charged me a hundred quid to fit a door.

{0}_HAPPY: Aww man, you’re making me blush. Such a heartfelt reason too.

{0}_HAPPY: But seriously, thanks for being a solid mate in here.

{0}_HAPPY: Think all the boys appreciate having you around.

The boys whoop and cheer.

UMA_HAPPY: Ok, you won me over. That’s cute.

{0}_FLIRTY: Don’t worry, Uma, I’ve not forgotten about you.

Uma starts backing away as {0} picks up the pie.

UMA_SURPRISED: Don’t you dare, {0}!

{0}_HAPPY: Nah, I’m only joking. Don’t worry.

UMA_IDLE: Phew.

As soon as Uma loosens up, {0} swivels around and gently smooshes the pie all over her face.

{0}_HAPPY: Oops! I slipped.

UMA_ANGRY: You and me will be having words.

{0}_FLIRTY: Pie looks good on you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe we should move on.

{0}_HAPPY: Alrighty. It’s my turn.

{0}_HAPPY: For my snog, I’m gonna go a little rogue. A bit off script.

{0}_HAPPY: Vicky, I think you’re a stunner.

{0} lightly presses up against Vicky and the two share a friendly snog.

VICKY_HAPPY: Seems I’m even more popular than I thought I was!

PLAYER_IDLE: Who are you going to marry?

{0} goes a little red.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Has anyone ever seen an apologetic proposal before?

There is silence.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: First time for everything then.

{0} drops to one knee in front of Bonnie and looks deep into her eyes.

{0}_IDLE: This is from the bottom of my heart, Bonnie.

{0}_IDLE: I’m so sorry about what I said at Movie Night.

{0}_IDLE: I think you’re a total worldie.

{0}_IDLE: And I only said what I said because I was trying to show off to the boys.

{0}_IDLE: It was snakey and not nice and I’ll never do it again.

{0}_IDLE: So I hope you can accept my apology, and my hand in marriage.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you say, Bonnie? Is he forgiven?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Hmmm, I’ll think about it.

Everyone cheers as Bonnie bundles {0} into a big hug.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Thought about it.

{0}_HAPPY: What about your pie?

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I know Bonnie said she’s forgiven me.

{0}_IDLE: But there’s one person here who will never forgive me for what I said.

{0} picks up a pie and slaps it into his own face.

{0}_IDLE: And that’s myself.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Ok, now you really are forgiven!

{0}_HAPPY: Thank goodness for that.

{0} takes a bow and heads back into the group.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s my turn.

You step up to the stage and look around at the Islanders.

UMA_FLIRTY: Who are you gonna snog, {0}?

{0}

You strut towards {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come here you.

You lean in and your lips press against his.

Slowly, his hands caress your waist as you tightly embrace.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the others go completely silent.

You can feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying it as much as you. Both completely lost within the moment.

You reluctantly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Where are we again? That completely took me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards {0} and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

He closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: That was lovely, {1}.

{0}_SERIOUS: How predictable.

Evan

You strut towards Evan.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come here you.

You lean in and your lips press against his.

Slowly, his hands caress your waist as you tightly embrace.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying it as much as you. Both completely lost within the moment.

You reluctantly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Where are we again? That completely took me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards Evan and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

Evan closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

EVAN_HAPPY: That was lovely, {0}.

Travis

You strut towards Travis.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come here you.

You lean in and your lips press against his.

Slowly, his hands caress your waist as you tightly embrace.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying it as much as you. Both completely lost within the moment.

You reluctantly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: Where are we again? That completely took me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards Travis and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

Travis closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: That was lovely, {0}.

{0}

You strut towards {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0}, I see you looking at me. Come here.

You lean in and your lips press against his.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying the moment while it lasts.

You slowly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Didn’t see that one coming.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Me neither.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m full of surprises.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: For future reference, I prefer surprises that involve unwrapping make-up related gifts.

UMA_HAPPY: But it’s only a challenge. I’m already over it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards {0} and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

{0} closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: Very sweet, {1}. Thanks.

Uma gives you a relieved smile.

UMA_HAPPY: No tongues too. Double thanks.

{0}

You strut towards {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0}, I see you looking at me. Come here.

You lean in and your lips press against his.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying the moment while it lasts.

You slowly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Didn’t see that one coming.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Me neither.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards {0} and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

{0} closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: Very sweet, {1}. Thanks.

{0}

You strut towards {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0}, I see you looking at me. Come here.

You hear {0} wince as you lean closer and your lips press against {1}’s.

His lips are soft and warm. His eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You feel him smiling behind the kiss, enjoying the moment while it lasts.

You slowly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Didn’t see that one coming.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Me neither.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m full of surprises.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: For future reference, I prefer surprises that don’t involve necking my man.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was only a challenge though. No point being upset?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sure. No point at all.

{0} shrugs nonchalantly, clearly a little wounded by the kiss.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards {0} and see the excitement in his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

{0} closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: Very sweet, {1}. Thanks.

{0} gives you a relieved smile.

{0}_HAPPY: No tongues too. Double thanks.

Bonnie

You strut towards Bonnie.

Snog her

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come here you.

You lean in and your lips press against Bonnie’s.

Slowly, her hands caress your waist as you tightly embrace.

Her lips are soft and plump. Her eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel her smiling behind the kiss, enjoying it as much as you. Both completely lost within the moment.

You reluctantly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Where are we again? That completely took me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards Bonnie and see the excitement in her eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

She closes her eyes as you softly kiss her cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on her arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

BONNIE_HAPPY: That was lovely, {0}.

Vicky

You strut towards Vicky.

Snog her

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come here you.

You lean in and your lips press against Vicky’s.

Slowly, her hands caress your waist as you tightly embrace.

Her lips are soft and plump. Her eyes close as the other Islanders go completely silent.

You can feel her smiling behind the kiss, enjoying it as much as you. Both completely lost within the moment.

You reluctantly pull away, staring into other's eyes.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Where are we again? That completely took me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it.

Peck on the cheek

You lean towards Vicky and see the excitement in her eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek. Don’t get carried away now.

She closes her eyes as you softly kiss her cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on her arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

VICKY_HAPPY: That was lovely, {0}.

UMA_IDLE: Who are you gonna marry though, {0}? That’s the real question.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Yeah, who are you gonna tie the knot with, {0}?

{0}, the Islander you choose to marry will have a significant effect on your remaining time in the villa. Please choose carefully.

{0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here comes the bride, and she’s heading down the aisle to…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0}!

{0}_ANGRY: This is getting really boring now.

Travis looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

Evan looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m all yours, {1}. I do!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can go dress shopping later.

Travis

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here comes the bride, and she’s heading down the aisle to…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Travis!

{0} looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

Evan looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: Let’s do this.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can go dress shopping later.

Evan

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here comes the bride, and she’s heading down the aisle to…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Evan!

{0} looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

Travis looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

EVAN_FLIRTY: This is going to be a beautiful union.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can go dress shopping later.

Bonnie

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here comes the bride, and she’s heading down the aisle to…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Bonnie!

{0} looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

Vicky looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Mutual proposals? It’s giving romantic!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can go dress shopping later.

Vicky

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here comes the bride, and she’s heading down the aisle to…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Vicky!

{0} looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

Bonnie looks down at the ground, clearly disappointed.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I mean I already asked, but it’s nice to be asked too!

VICKY_FLIRTY: And you’re a catch.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can go dress shopping later.

{0} takes your hand and looks deep into your eyes. A palpable chemistry bubbling between you.

{0} talks softly so only you can hear.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks, {1}. You don’t know how much that means to me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And how much does it mean to you?

{0}_HAPPY: A lot. There was a lot of people you could’ve chosen.

{0}_HAPPY: So, you trusting our connection… It’s a big deal to me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

{0} squeezes your hand tenderly.

Finally, you take a few steps back so you’re facing everyone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The bit we’ve all been waiting for. It’s pie time.

UMA_FLIRTY: Are you gonna pie one of the boys, or one of the girls?

One of the boys

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna pie a guy.

UMA_HAPPY: The suspense. Who’s it gonna be?

{0}

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

{0}_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: The thought of pieing you makes me laugh, {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m not sure how funny I find it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nonsense. You’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

You’re annoying me

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sorry, you’re just annoying me today.

{0}_SURPRISED: What did I do?

{0}_SURPRISED: I thought we just had a good night?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, here’s a good pie too.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

{0}_SURPRISED: I strongly disagree, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll come round.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

Travis

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to Travis.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thought it would be funny, Travis!

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: Not my kinda joke to be honest.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab Travis’ shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

For stealing me!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s for stealing me!

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: I was doing you a solid!

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: And you seemed happy about it last night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s for me to decide.

You grab Travis’ shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: My face is already perfect, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can make some additions.

You grab Travis’ shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

Evan

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to

EVAN_IDLE:

EVAN_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

EVAN_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s all part of the banter, Evan!

EVAN_SURPRISED: Ok, trying to get on board with the joke.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab Evan’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

EVAN_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

You’re annoying me

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sorry, you’re just annoying me today.

EVAN_SURPRISED: What did I do?

EVAN_SURPRISED: We just had a lovely night together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s just a vibe.

You grab Evan’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

EVAN_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

You grab Evan’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

EVAN_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

{0}

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

{0}_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just to be funny, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m not sure how funny I find it!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

This one’s for Uma!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This one is for Uma!

{0}_SURPRISED: What do you mean?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: For snaking her behind her back, we all saw it.

UMA_HAPPY: Yes please get him, {0}!

UMA_HAPPY: Loving the support here!

PLAYER_HAPPY: No problem!

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

{0}_SURPRISED: I strongly disagree, {1}!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m sure you’ll come round!

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

{0}

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

{0}_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just to be funny, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m not sure how funny I find it!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

This one’s for Bonnie!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This one is for Bonnie!

{0}_IDLE: I know I know, I deserve it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Maybe you’ll think twice before you say that kinda stuff again.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Yes please get him, {0}!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Loving the support here!

PLAYER_HAPPY: No problem!

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

{0}_SURPRISED: I strongly disagree, {1}!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m sure you’ll come round!

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

{0}

You grab the most cream-loaded pie and head over to {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I hope that’s not for me…

You give him a mischievous grin.

{0}_SURPRISED: What’s this for?

Just for the bants

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just to be funny, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m not sure how funny I find it!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it tomorrow.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

For pieing Summer

PLAYER_HAPPY: This one is for pieing Summer.

JOYO_SURPRISED: It was just a joke.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes please get him, {0}.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Loving the support here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No problem.

You grab Joyo’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

JOYO_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

For being too cute with Daphne

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is for being too cute with Daphne.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: Is that a reason to pie me?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Absolutely. Give it to him, {0}.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Daphne! You’re supposed to be supporting me.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Gotta side with the girls every so often, Raf.

You grab Rafael’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

I think you’ll look good

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll look good with cream all over your face.

{0}_SURPRISED: I strongly disagree, {1}!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m sure you’ll come round.

You grab {0}’s shoulder and pretend to smoosh the pie into his face.

He tenses up and closes his eyes. After a moment of this his body relaxes and his eyes open.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I thought you were actually gonna pie me then…

You fling the pie right into his unsuspecting face.

You both laugh as cream drips down his face.

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stinkrascal · 2 years

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redditors will read a post where someone does something vaguely mean and immediately the comments are filled with armchair psychiatrists diagnosing everyone with borderline personality disorder because apparently the only symptom of bpd is when you’re mean to others

#i hate reddit so much sometimes #i honestly didnt even realize people had this many negative connotations surrounding people with bpd until i joined reddit #now i hate admitting i have bpd bc everyone immediately assumes im evil and i simply want to hurt everyone around me like thanks guys :)#mental health awareness rocks :)#if u think bpd = Mean Disease you are wholly unaware of what it means to have bpd #and then these people get so defensive whenever i try to say that actually sometimes my bpd can be a good thing #because yes my emotions are REALLY intense but it works both ways you know. i feel love and happiness and joy so intensely #when im in a good mood im the most supportive person u will ever meet #and these decrepit self-hating crones come at me like NOOOOOO YOU'RE ACTUALLY INCAPABLE OF BEING KIND AND CONSIDERATE TOWARDS OTHERS #YOUR BPD PREVENTS YOU FROM BEING A KIND PERSON! YOU'RE ALWAYS ON THE VERGE OF HURTING PEOPLE!#full offense but choke <3 #also they act like ppl with bpd are incapable of learning coping mechanisms too lmfao #like yes when im in a bad mood its VERY bad but im also grown enough to keep myself away from people when i get to that point #i know how to pull myself away from situations where i feel like i'll split? a LOT of people with bpd know how to do this??? like what #why do they have to assume that literally every person with bpd is unstable and constantly lashing out at others when that just isn't true #if i could i would fight every redditor with my big fucking fists

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nethercomfies · 3 years

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hello jupeteer 👋🏻 im the anon who sent that recent kaeya request with shy reader who is actually not so innocent hehe — i love that one, do you mind making a pt2 with kaeya's reaction lmaoo

also, maybe from now on I'll name myself 🦭 anon on your blog, because you just gained a new supporter which is me, an anon who will give you requests if you'd like

Hey hey, anon!! <3

This is a bit awkward but my phone and laptop chose not to display whichever symbol you picked so rn you're "empty square anon" to me ToT

But anyways, I'm so glad you liked it! I was actually thinking about doing a second part, so this request fits perfectly 👀

I apologize for the long wait, life has been a little weird lately ahaha… I hope you still see and enjoy this tho ToT

✨Sweeter than sugar pt.2✨

Pairing: Kaeya x Reader

Content: Somewhat nsfw, gn!reader, this is more or less a continuation of the first one, nothing super explicit is happening but there's some touching

Word count: 841

Part 1

A soft sigh of Kaeya’s name slips past your lips as you touch yourself. You’re so caught up in your bliss that you fail to hear the knock on your door, not noticing how it's then slowly pushed open. It’s only when you open your eyes for a split second that you realize you’re not alone anymore.

With a surprised yelp you scramble to cover yourself with your blanket, staring with wide-eyed embarrassment at Kaeya, who seems equally as shocked. It takes a few seconds of you just staring at each other in heavy silence before Kaeya quickly turns around. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you… I’ll come back later.”

Part of you wants to sink into the ground right on the spot, or maybe run away all the way to Inazuma to start a new life and forget that this moment ever happened… But at the same time, the mixture of all the love and trust you have for Kaeya, together with the aroused haze you’re already in makes you feel bold. You jump up, grabbing for Kaeya’s arm in an attempt to stop him. “Kaeya, wait!”

He turns to you, and for once it seems like he’s the one who’s unsure of where to look at. His eyes dart through the room, landing anywhere but directly on you. “I… Didn’t quite expect something like that from you”, he admits before clearing his throat. Kaeya being so awkward about it really isn’t making the situation any better for you - Isn’t he supposed to be the one who’s all confident about these kinds of things?

Feeling self-conscious after all, you let go of his arm, averting your eyes. You're ready to just let him leave, but something inside you tells you otherwise. “Could you stay?” You ask, heat rushing to your face. Then, in a slight panic, you add “Only if you want to…”

There’s no response for a moment, so you force yourself to look at Kaeya after all - Only to find him staring at you in shock. “Are you sure?” He asks in disbelief.

You give a shy nod. “You don’t have to, though.”

Finally, Kaeya seems to get over his initial surprise, as he just nods with a smile before closing the distance between the two of you by pulling you into a kiss. He’s being just as gentle as always, never trying to push you to do anything more than you’re comfortable with. He cups your cheek with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

You find that being near Kaeya in the state you are in only increases your excitement. Your skin feels like it’s burning up, goosebumps spreading wherever he touches you. It’s addicting, leaving you aching for more. You sigh into the kiss, leaning into Kaeya’s touch.

“I didn’t know you wanted me this much”, he whispers against your lips in that sweet voice of his. You grow a little redder, averting your eyes in embarrassment, which causes Kaeya to gently cup your cheek. "That's not a bad thing, though. It's completely natural, and I'm glad you trust me enough to want me near you in this state."

You give him a shy smile. "It's hard not to want you here when I feel like this because of you in the first place…"

Kaeya chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours. "Is there anything you'd like to do right now? I'm fine with anything you're comfortable with."

There's so many things on your mind that you want to do with Kaeya, most of which seem far too embarrassing for you to say out loud. Noticing your hesitation, Kaeya gently rubs your back. "It's okay. You can speak your mind", he assured you.

Your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest as you slowly raise your hand, lightly resting it against his chest. "Can I touch you? Here?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Kaeya is quick to agree, parting from you for just a moment to rid himself from his shirt. Unsurprisingly, he looks quite good like this, too. For once, you aren't shy about the way your eyes are drawn to his chest, almost mesmerized by it. You let your fingers run across the smooth skin, feeling so much better than what you had imagined. Kaeya's breathing is calm as he watches you, but you can feel the way his heartbeat flutters. It makes you feel strangely calm, knowing that this is exciting for him, too. Even if it's surely nothing new for him to be touched in this way, it's special because you're special to him.

Emboldened by that idea, you let your hands wander towards his abs. Kaeya lets out a surprised gasp as he feels your touch wander, his muscles tensing for a moment before they relax once again. He pulls you into another gentle kiss while you let your hands roam his torso. You could get used to this feeling of excitement… Maybe exploring new things isn't so bad when it's with Kaeya.

#genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #lemon #about: 🧇#chat: requests

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years

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Rex + Engineer!Reader

This is the prequel to the Rex + Blanket Fort + Kisses one-shot found here on my masterlist. As this is a prequel to that story, you don't need to have read it for this to make sense. And as you could probably tell from the picture, this takes place during the Onderon arc.

Rex x gn!reader: intended to be early romance, but could be read as platonic.

Word Count: a bit more than 3,400

Warnings: canon-typical violence, including spoilers for the Onderon arc (S 5, E 2-5) of Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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"And Captain Rex will train everyone in the encampment on basic combat skills and maneuvers," General Skywalker announced.

You didn't pay overly much attention to that. The general was younger than you had anticipated, but he was clearly used to combat and had the kind of authority usually honed through commanding large groups of soldiers. Still, you knew his order didn't apply to you and moved to slip away from the area. Your schematics needed a lot more work before the rebels could attack without bringing buildings down.

"And where are you running off to?" a muscular man with light hair asked, stepping into your path.

You gave a tight smile. "Classified, sorry."

The man nodded toward the general. "General Skywalker says everyone needs combat training."

"Oh, not me," you reassured him. "I'm a contracted engineer, not one of the Rebels. I'm just here to make sure they destroy as little of the infrastructure as possible while they take back control."

"And do you live in the encampment?" he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling sure this was a trap. Eventually, you gave a short nod.

"Then you'll be training with me," he said firmly. "Captain Rex, 501st Legion."

You reluctantly shook the hand he offered and introduced yourself, finishing with, "-but I'm strictly an engineer."

"We're worried that this isn't likely to end without one or several attacks on this encampment," the captain told you. "A few hours of training could save your life."

"And a few hours of work on the city's schematics could save the lives of countless civilians," you argued. Sending that he would continue trying to convince you, you shook your head. "The Gerrera siblings are the ones who hired me. I'll let them make the final choice."

"And I'll leave it to the Generals," Captain Rex agreed.

Clearly not taking chances, he marched off toward where Steela Gerrera and Lux Bonteri were talking with Generals Skywalker and Kenobi, as well as a Togrutan female you vaguely remembered as being a commander.

"Generals, Commander," Captain Rex greeted with a crisp salute. You rolled your eyes. Soldiers. "We were hoping you could settle a difference of opinion."

"A difference of opinion?" General Kenobi repeated with a frown.

"What opinion would that be, Rex?" General Skywalker asked.

The captain explained the situation while you stood in silence. Steela met your gaze at several points during the conversation, looking concerned each time.

"We're only here to train the rebels," General Skywalker said after Captain Rex had finished talking. "Not anyone else."

"All of us are rebels," Steela argued, ignoring your signals that you didn't want training at all. "Just by being here in opposition to the Separatist forces, we are all considered a threat to their power."

"A contracted employee is different than someone who joined your cause because they believe in it," the commander countered, wrinkling her nose. "We aren't offering training to mercenaries."

"We're talking about an engineer, not someone hired to perform assassinations," Lux contributed. "What could it hurt?"

"Generals, Commander," Rex said, his quiet voice somehow drawing their attention. "I think every member of the rebel group needs to be trained. I think it's important."

"Rex…" General Kenobi sighed, but Skywalker interrupted before he could expand on his thoughts.

"I trust Rex's instincts," he told the older general. "If he thinks everyone needs to be trained, we'll make it happen."

You made a frustrated noise before you could stop yourself. "I don't need training. I'm an engineer. I don't work in combat situations."

"That's the thing about combat," Skywalker said with a shrug. "You don't always have to look for it. Sometimes, it comes to you. Especially in wartime."

The group split up immediately afterward, seemingly having come to an agreement. You followed Steela, determined to make your case and get back to your schematics.

"Steela, you know I'm not here for fighting," you said, jogging to catch up to the young woman who had hired you. "It isn't part of my contract."

"It isn't, you're right," she agreed. "But I would think carefully before I turned down a chance to learn such a valuable skill considering how dangerous the galaxy is right now. Surely this could be helpful as a freelancer traveling the universe alone?"

You didn't have an immediate answer to that. Steela clearly noticed, nodding solemnly at you before turning away. "The choice is yours to make."

You gritted your teeth, but your feet refused to move from the spot. To your left was the strategic tent and your unfinished set of schematics. To the right, the Jedi were helping the rebels set up some kind of training ring.

"Well?" a voice prompted. You already recognized it as belonging to Rex.

You stood still for a beat longer before giving a loud and heartfelt groan as you turned toward the freshly constructed training ring.

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You were bad at fighting.

It wasn't really a shock to you. You had never been particularly graceful or good on your feet. That was why engineering had been such a draw - all mental work, almost no physical.

Rex, to his credit, turned out to be a surprisingly good teacher. He had kept everyone basically together as they learned new skills and practiced as a group. Still, he was determined that you would learn to defend yourself and here you were, fighting to shoot targets in the dying light, long after everyone else had scattered.

"I'm sorry," you apologized yet again as you missed. You were half an hour into intensive shooting lessons with Rex and you had yet to hit a single target.

"You don't need to apologize," he assured. "We'll just keep working until you get it down."

"I don't know if I can," you admitted, lowering the heavily modified blaster pistol until it was resting on the table in front of you. "We're losing the light and it's a bad idea to illuminate any more of the jungle than we have to."

"That's true," Rex agreed, rubbing at his neck while he studied the unharmed target. After a moment, he took the blaster pistol from your hands and holstered it at his side, then removed the holster belt as well.

You nodded sympathetically, hoping you could call it a night and put in a few hours of work on your schematics so the day wouldn't be a total waste.

Rex sighed, removing the subtly armored jacket he had been wearing during that day's training. "I guess we'll… we'll just have to switch to something less impacted by visibility."

"Wait, what?" you had time to ask before the stoic captain flat-out tackled you.

You were aware enough to know that Captain Rex had twisted to take part of the impact himself, but you still hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. In that moment of hollow gasping, Rex had pushed you onto your stomach and pinned your hands behind your back.

"The first rule of unarmed conflict is that you can't let anyone surprise you." Rex paused for a moment. "Actually, that's the first rule of any kind of conflict."

"Is the second rule that you shouldn't suffocate your sparring partner?" you croaked out, turning your head slightly so your face wasn't actively being pressed into the dirt anymore.

Rex laughed. It was the first time you had heard anything other than firm orders from him and you paused. It was a nice laugh. You were forced to gather your thoughts a moment later as he released you and helped you to your feet.

"You probably won't see a lot of hand-to-hand fighting with droids, but the armies aren't capable of anything beyond following orders. The armies are commanded by sentients, and those sentients are often closer to the armies than you would think."

"I have no intention of going after Grievous without a weapon," you joked. "Preferably more than one."

"You should stay away from Grievous no matter how many weapons you have," Rex advised. "But this is good to know, anyway."

"Actually, I agree with that," you said, surprising you both. "I'm a freelancer. Anything that helps me defend myself in a potentially hostile situation is a good thing."

"Okay, let's work on your hits, then," Rex suggested.

What followed was two full hours of unarmed combat practice. Rex was always the target, letting you throw punches and kicks against his open palms. When he realized that you were pulling your strikes because you were afraid to hurt him, he found a padded guard among the assortment of equipment the Republic had sent along.

Eventually, though, you were panting and bone-tired. Rex seemed to realize that without you saying anything.

"One last set of strikes and you're done for the night," Rex told you. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you.

But as you punched, Rex moved the guard you had been aiming for. You shot him a look, but he only held the guard up, wiggling it slightly. You set up again, but Rex pulled away at the last second, dodging your fist to bop you on the shoulder with the guard.

"What are you doing?" you asked, exasperated. "You said this was the last set."

"It is. Or, it will be as soon as you actually manage to make contact."

You grimaced at him. This time, when he twisted the guard away, you turned with it. You were focused on keeping your footwork correct and your hit strong. You never even saw him move his foot between your ankles, but with a light tug, you were on the ground again.

"Seriously?" you asked from your spot in the dirt.

Rex laughed again, and this time, you didn't enjoy the sound at all. "Do you think your opponents are going to stand there and let you hit them? They're going to fight dirty - they always do. You just need to-"

As it happens, you never did learn what you needed to do. Rex had stepped too close, and your engineering experience told you that his ankles were at an angle that made him vulnerable to a hit. You kicked his ankle lightly, barely making contact, but it was enough to send one of his feet careening against the other. Rex stumbled, failed to regain his balance, and fell.

All of this was done on instinct and you felt as surprised as Rex looked when he landed on his butt in the dirt next to you.

"Good job," he said, breathless but sincere.

"Thanks," you accepted with a grin. "Does that mean I surprised you?"

"Not a bit," he denied, deflating your ego a bit. "I knew you were capable of it. You're an engineer. Engineers like angles and math. That's all combat is, adjusted for whatever you think the other side is going to do."

"Wait, that's… that's a really good point," you mused slowly. "Can I see your pistol again?"

Rex didn't move. "If you shoot me, you'll surprise me in the wrong way."

You snorted. "I'm not planning on shooting you, Captain. I just want to test how the application of math might help me."

After eyeing you for a moment, Rex stood in an enviably graceful motion and hauled you to your feet as well. Wordlessly, he handed you one of his blaster pistols. He had warned you before you began shooting that he had made numerous alterations to them, but you were still surprised by the weight of the weapon in your hand.

This time, instead of relying on instinct - point, aim, shoot - you worked to apply some logic. When you were sure about your angle, you squeezed the hyper-sensitive trigger and watched the resulting beam of weaponized light hit the target.

It wasn't a perfect shot, of course. Math couldn't fix everything. Still, you had hit the target and you cheered aloud, echoed by Rex's congratulations behind you. You had the presence of mind to set the pistol down before you turned, then Rex was grasping your forearm in the odd way warriors shook hands.

"Great job!" he told you warmly. "You're getting better."

"Thanks," you accepted, trying to vocalize your gratitude. You probably could have been offended by the tone of surprise in his voice, but you chose to overlook it.

"Now we just have to dial in your aim and get you comfortable with firing at moving targets, especially during chaotic situations."

Despite your best efforts, you felt your expression fall at that. Rex laughed again. When had he gotten so cheerful? "I'm kidding. That can be done tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" you repeated doubtfully.

Rex folded his arms across his chest and stared at you steadily. "In one session, you've gone from unable to shoot a gun or throw a punch to knocking me down and hitting a target. If you can keep that pace of improvement, you'll be a force to be reckoned with."

"Or at least be able to stop clients who try to cop a feel," you added.

Despite his darkening expression, Rex's tone was unconcerned. "I'm sure you could break the hand of any di'kut dumb enough to try it now. With some training, you'd be able to tear that hand off completely."

And so you continued to train with Rex after everyone else had finished learning to disable tanks and other intense activities. During the day, you finalized schematics, studying holoimages of Onderon’s capital city of Iziz. Your goal was to record your best guesses for the most and least structurally-sound sections of the city.

The dedication the rebels showed for the safety of the Onderonian people was a big reason you had agreed to take this job. Despite what the Jedi seemed to think, you weren't actually a mercenary. You chose your jobs very carefully, and if something didn't match your morals, you would respectfully decline.

Between schematic work in the day and training at night, your time with the rebels flew past. Captain Rex continued to be patient and helpful as you worked to master the combat moves he taught you - ones decidedly more focused on self-defense than the moves he taught the rebels. The first day you had beaten him in a grappling situation, he had beamed up at you with dirt on his face and told you how far you had progressed. The squeezing of your heart at the praise warned that it was probably good that the captain and both Jedi generals were withdrawing from Onderon shortly, leaving Commander Tano to assist with the remaining rebel efforts.

Despite your determination to stay out of the conflict, you had eventually been forced into it when the Separatist armies had attacked the rebel base. One of the rebels you had known by appearance if not by name had been hit by blaster fire before he could use the rocket launcher held in his hands. He had held it up to you, begging with his eyes that you take out the ship that had fired on him before it could do more damage.

You had accepted, and the ship was a roiling ball of flame before you could make yourself nervous about shooting anything other than Rex’s now-familiar blasters. You tossed aside the rocket launcher and found a discarded blaster. From that point until the combat had ended, thoughts of schematics or building solidity were gone from your head. You were as much a part of the rebel group as anyone else, and you watched with the same horror as Steela Gerrera fell to her death, despite the best efforts of Commander Tano.

The funeral was lovely. Onderonians didn’t believe in mourning for their dead. Instead, they truly celebrated all that the departed had done to create a better society… and Steela had done a great deal.

When things had ended, you were sitting on a raised set of stairs overlooking the ceremonial area. The dais holding Steela’s cloth-draped casket was filled with people far too important for you to bother. You were glad to see Saw speaking with King Dendup. After he had handed you the agreed-upon payment for your services - despite your many attempts to refuse the credits - Saw had left, ignoring the sympathy you tried to offer. He needed to speak with someone, and if that someone was the man he and Steela had worked so hard to save, so much the better.

“Nice ceremony, huh?” someone asked from behind you, and you twisted a bit to find General Skywalker standing there with Captain Rex beside him.

You nodded, but you could feel that it was a half-hearted motion. “Steela was so young. She had a lot of promise.”

“She died fulfilling the mission she set out to finish,” Captain Rex countered. “She knew the risks and thought Dendup was worth it. Her choices were her own. All we can do is respect them.”

With a joyless smile, you said, “Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“It never does,” General Skywalker admitted, sitting next to you. Rex’s comlink chimed and he stepped a respectful distance away before answering it.

Skywalker sat beside you in silence for a while. Normally, you would speak first just for sake of politeness, but you weren’t feeling that generous. You let the silence linger while you watched the activity on the dais.

“Have you ever thought about using your talents for the Republic?” the general asked eventually.

“I thought I was a soulless mercenary?” you asked before you could think better of it.

“And I thought you didn’t work in combat situations,” Skywalker countered. “But I’ve seen the battlefield recordings. You handled yourself well.”

You glanced over at him in surprise. “Are you trying to contract me on as a soldier?”

“Force, no,” he denied quickly. “As an engineer. I sent samples of your work to a friend of mine who works as an engineer in the private sector and they were impressed. The GAR is struggling to find good engineers comfortable working in combat. The pay is a bit lower than you’re used to, but it’s steady work.”

Ah, he had cut straight to the heart of your problem with freelancing. The fight to survive between jobs meant that anything extra you were making was eaten up by the time you were hired on again. And your morals meant that jobs weren’t nearly as frequent as you would like them to be. But being in constant combat… Yes, you had survived this time, but that didn’t mean you were rushing to repeat the experience.

You grimaced. “I appreciate the offer, really, but I don’t know if it’s for me. Combat engineering isn’t really my specialty.”

“I think you’re selling yourself short,” General Skywalker told you seriously. “I’ve seen samples of your past work, and a lot of it is on worlds that have a lot of fighting. I’m sure you know that none of your structures have sustained extreme damage, no matter how much combat was happening around them. That’s an impressive record.”

“You researched me?” you asked, feeling a little stunned.

“Well, the Republic likes to know who they’re hiring. But honestly, I’m not the one who did the research,” Skywalker said, looking past you. You followed his gaze to Rex, who was suddenly very intently looking at his comlink. With a mischievous grin, the general added, “I think my captain has taken a liking to you.”

You fought back a grin, turning away from the captain, and your eyes fell on Steela’s casket once more. Suddenly, keeping a straight face wasn’t as much of a struggle. “If I said yes, what would my official job duties be?”

“You would oversee a group of construction experts - both civilian and enlisted - using maps and satellite footage to find the best possible choices for locations to build bases, bridges, or other structures to help us complete campaigns,” he answered easily. “Preferably, to win campaigns, but that’s more on us than you.”

“And would I work with your group?”

“The 501st?” Skywalker asked, sounding surprised. “I’m not sure, but probably. We’re a planetary landing battalion, so we always need someone who has the knowledge of places to build. You might have to stay behind on some planets to supervise base construction, but you could always catch back up with us. Is that something you would want?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “If I did agree to that-”

“I’m no good at negotiations,” he interrupted with a self-deprecating smile. “You speak clearly about what you want and I’ll do what I can.”

“I’ll work for the Republic,” you said, feeling the nerves twist in your belly. “If you can make sure I’m permanently attached to the 501st.”

“Deal,” General Skywalker accepted immediately, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Welcome to the 501st.”

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A/N - I assure you that there is no timeline of any sort happening in my writing, so don't think too hard about where this should fit into the narrative. It won't end well.

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Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry, 'cause honestly I can make you feel better, any day Look at what you've done for me, I called it how I see You belong with me."

Stick by: BANKS

For the next few weeks Me, the Cullens, and the wolves have been keeping watch on Bella and Charlie. It wasn't an easy alliance and anytime Sam or Leah went onto patrol they wouldn't even acknowledge me. So I often patrolled with Emmett and Jasper to make things less tense. Tonight however I had no choice but to patrol with one of the wolves... a plus side about tonight though, Bella wouldn't be here... she was out with Jacob right now. I had made an excuse that I was staying with the Cullens for the night so dad wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Are you sure Darlin, I can stay behind on this hunt to be with you."

"I'll be fine...I'm sure Sam won't do anything to me. Besides, I've already hunted for the week...you haven't hunted these past two trips because of me...Go I promise I'll be fine."

He sighed before wrapping his arms around me and laying his head on my shoulder. It didn't last long however since we heard rustling behind us. We both turned to see Sam in his wolf form standing there.

"I'll see you later love."

"Bye love."

When Jasper left Sam stood next to me, he didn't look at me at all. We sat in silence for an hour when I finally decided to say something.

"Look...I know I'm probably just going to end up talking to the air tonight but...I need to get some facts straight."

Sam just huffed in his place.

"None of the Cullens turned me...if they would've gotten to me quick enough I wouldn't even be patrolling my dad and Bella right now."

Sam seemed to be staring at me out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know who he is...but someone working with Victoria turned me...If I am being completely honest I think it's the intruder we're looking for right now."

Sam huffed again.

"And I know you are absolutely disgusted with what I am now but... I really miss you, and Emily... Seth and Leah too. But I know I can't go down there anymore and Leah completely hates my guts but I just had to get off my chest." I looked away from Sam, feeling completely embarrassed that I spouted all of that out. Then suddenly, I felt some fuzzy nuzzle into my hand. I smiled and pet him, it seems he's warming up to me again.

"Thanks, Sam..."

Our heads both shot up as we heard movement and for a split second I saw firey red curls go across the way.

"Let's go Sam!" I said and started running toward her, he followed me a second afterward. She noticed us running toward her and took off back into the woods.

"Sam go back onto your territory so she can't jump back without being caught."

He followed my command surprisingly.

"I thought you were great at self-preservation Curly, but to come right to her house, right near the Cullens isn't very smart now is it?"

She didn't acknowledge me. Suddenly... something popped up in my head... I looked at Sam and winked, I mouthed to him that I had an idea.

Victoria stopped in her tracks and stuttered.

"James?"

I stopped running and crept up behind her, not wanting to let the hallucination go to waste. Carlisle was right... this second power would be useful to me. The image of James just looked at her with deadly eyes.

"James... how are you... here?"

"What are you doing with him?" "James," asked.

"It's not like that...It just so I could avenge you." Victoria stated.

"You disgust me..."

I was just about to get behind her and grab her neck when she snapped out of it and flipped me over and sent me into a tree. She took off again, leaving us in the dust. Sam jumped back over to me and nudged me with his head.

"I'm okay Sam... we need to go back to the house in case someone else shows up again. When we made it back to the house I saw Jasper and Rosalie standing in our spot looking confused.

"What happened? Why did you leave?" Jasper asked.

"We saw Victoria and chased after her...we couldn't catch her."

"Damn it," Jasper grumbled.

"Were you close to getting her?" Rosalie asked.

"I was inches away from grabbing her by the neck... I guess the hallucination I made wore off..."

"Can you tell where she's going now?" Rosalie questioned.

"I can try... the tracking is still a little wonky sometimes." I got into that trance again attempting to track her,

"It looks like she's going to Oregon..."

"Oregon what is she going to do in Oregon?" Jasper inquired.

"I can't tell..."

Before anyone could say anything else Jacob's car pulled up, Edwards was not too far behind.

"Uh oh... this can't be good," I said, I then began to jog toward the situation, it soon turned into an argument.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAINST HER WILL AGAIN!" Edward roared.

"Guys don't do this here!" Bella pleaded.

"She doesn't know what she wants."

"Hey what the hell happened?" I asked.

"Jacob kissed me..." Is all she said.

"Wait for her to say the words," Edward said.

"What... Edward do you want her to be in a relationship with him? You're losing the argument here bud. bring it back!" I thought to myself.

"Fine, and she will."

"Jacob just go okay?"

"Hey, hey hey... break it up you two," Dad said, he must've heard the commotion.

"Okay... what's going on?"

"I kissed Bella... and she broke her hand, punching my face... total misunderstanding."

I couldn't help but bust out in laughter... this whole situation was something you would find in a crappy soap opera they play at 4 in the morning when no one is awake to see them.

"What are you doing back here Fleur?" Dad asked.

I came up with a lie quickly.

"Oh I forgot some toiletries... and I came back down to get them." luckily my car was still here.

When I pretended to grab my items I came back outside, Bella and Edward were gone. I kissed my dad on the cheek and wished him a goodnight and drove back down to the Cullen's house. When I came in Carlisle was wrapping up Bella's hand, everyone else was sitting in the room with them. I sat by Rosalie and Jasper, just observing the situation, Emmett walked in with a smirk on his face.

"Geez did you try and walk and chew gum at the same time Bella?"

"No, I punched a werewolf in the face."

"Badass...you're going to be a tough little newborn."

Rosalie and I looked up, now focused on the conversation.

"Tough enough to take you on." She said with a smirk.

Rosalie slammed down the paper she was reading and left the room. Bella just rolled her eyes and sighed. I looked at Jasper and he nodded, I slinked out of the room without anyone noticing or so I thought.

"Hey, Rose."

"I can't stand your sister."

"I know the feeling."

"But at the same time... I envy her too."

I pulled her in for a hug, trying to comfort her.

I heard the slight sound of a door opening and closing again.

"What do you want Bella?" I asked.

"You can go and blather about the joys of being a newborn with someone else." Rosalie added.

"Okay... Rosalie, I don't know what I did... to make you hate me so much."

"How many times do I have to say it... If you treat someone I am really close to like dirt... then I'm going to hate your guts."

Bella scoffed.

"I envy you also Bella."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"It's not...Bella." I jumped in

"How is it not?"

"You had a choice... we didn't... none of us do and you're choosing wrong, I don't care how miserable your human life is," Rosalie explained.

"My life is not miserable. It’s not perfect, nobody’s life is perfect." Bella stated.

"Mine was. Absolutely perfect. There were things I still wanted. To be married with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own... Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town, I barely knew him. But I was young, I was in love with the idea of love. On the last night of my life, I left a friend’s house late visiting her newborn son, I wasn’t far from home… They left me in the street thinking I was dead, believe me I wanted to be. Carlisle then found me, he smelled all the blood, but he thought he was helping me."

"I'm... so sorry." I said... I had never heard how she got changed until now.

"That's terrible," Bella added.

"I got my revenge on them, one at a time. I saved Royce for last so he would know I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then."

"That's not theatrical... that's bad ass," I said, Rosalie cracked a smile.

"Things got better after I met Emmett, but we’ll always be this, frozen, never moving forward. That’s what I miss the most, possibilities, sitting on a front porch somewhere, Emmett grey-haired by my side surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter."

"I understand that’s what you want. There’s nothing I’m ever gonna want more than Edward." Bella argued.

"You’re wrong again, after you’ve been changed there’s one thing you’ll want more. One thing you’ll kill for…blood." Rosalie finished, she then walked out of the room without saying another word.

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sofreddie · 4 years

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A Good Fit (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Jensen really wants to land this role.

Characters: Jensen x Producer!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count: 1,496

A/N: There will be a part 2. This story came outta nowhere and I just had to write it down. Let me know what you think.

Jensen took a deep breath as he stood in front of the closed door, his hands clutching the script to the role of a lifetime - an upcoming show called Supernatural. He wanted this role, bad.

The only thing that stood between him and the role was the producer, Y/N Y/L/N.

She - yes, she - was the producer, the top of the food chain, the one that made and unmade careers.

Taking on an air of confidence that was mostly acting, Jensen knocked firmly on the door. Hearing a feminine voice call out to him, he opened the door, closing it behind him. He stood, script held tightly in his hands, and took several confident steps towards the stunning woman behind the desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Jensen stated, "I'm Jensen Ackles and I wanted a chance to talk to you about this role," he stated, more confidently than he felt. He gingerly set the script on her desk and patiently waited for her response.

She sat back in her chair, legs crossed, her expression unchanging as she just stared at him. He felt like he was coming unglued under her gaze. Finally, she looked away, clearing her throat as she sat forward and grabbed for the script. She barely gave it a glance before she tossed it back on the desk and casually leaned back in her chair.

"No."

"N-no?" Jensen repeated quietly in shock. He expected they'd at least have a professional conversation about it. I mean, there's a certain level of courtesy to these sorts of things. Usually.

"No," she repeated, "I don't think you're a good fit for this role," she shrugged, then sat back straight, returning her attention to her computer.

Jensen needed this role. And Y/N's clear dismissal of him just…pissed him off. But what could he do? Gaping like a fish and unsure what to say when she made him feel three-feet-tall, he reluctantly retrieved the script and left the office. There had to be some way to convince her.

He just knew he was perfect for this role.

Jensen sighed as he relaxed back onto the couch, accepting the ice-cold beer Jared handed to him.

"So, how'd the meeting go?" Jared asked with barely restrained excitement. He knew his friend was perfect for the role.

"She said no," Jensen breathed out, taking a healthy gulp of his beer.

"That's it?" Jared asked with a furrowed brow.

"That's literally it," Jensen nodded, "I walked in, introduced myself, said I wanted to talk about the role. She just stared at me all cold and said 'no'," he shrugged, but Jared knew he really, really wanted this role.

"I heard she'd gotten a bit brusque after her divorce a few months ago, but I didn't realize she was letting it affect her work. That's so unlike her," Jared said, suddenly concerned. He had known and worked with Y/N a lot over his blossoming career, which is why he encouraged Jensen to talk to her, to begin with.

"Probably needs to get laid," Jensen scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't usually so callous, but he was seriously pissed.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Jared's head and he flashed a grin at his friend.

"So…show her you're made for the role," he suggesting, grinning lewdly and wiggling his brows for emphasis. Jensen huffed a laugh, shaking his head at the obvious nonsense, "I'm serious," Jared elaborated, "You're right, she probably does need to get laid. And Dean Winchester is a ladies' man. So…show her how Dean would handle the situation."

Jensen listened to his friend's words, letting them settle in his mind. He wasn't so sure about the 'getting laid' part. But he could definitely walk in there, in character, and introduce her to the real Dean Winchester.

Y/N rummaged through her handbag looking for her keys as she exited the office building. She began walking the familiar steps towards where she parked her car when she saw him.

Jensen Ackles - who had visited her a few days before - was leaning against the side of the building. He had one leg propped against the building, his back leaning against the wall casually. As soon as he spotted her, a bright and boyish grin split his face. It was almost blinding.

He had a swagger about him that wasn't there before. He exuded a confidence that made him seem even bigger and broader than before - and he was no small man, to begin with.

Her eyes trailed over his attire. It was as if he'd walked out of a concept sketch: boots, jeans fitting just right, black t-shirt with an open button-down, and a worn leather jacket. As she met his eyes once more, she couldn't help clenching her thighs.

"I thought I told you that you weren't a fit for the role," Y/N managed to find her voice, surprised at its strength. When she first met Jensen, she thought he was too pretty, too heartthrob for the role of the rugged bad-boy Dean Winchester. Jensen was still handsome as ever, but now he looked rougher around the edges, more worn and world-weary in a way. Yet that bright, child-like innocence still sparkled in his eyes with a hint of mischief.

"If you give me the chance," he spoke for the first time, deepening his voice for the character, leaning into her personal space enough to be flirtatious without being pushy, "I'll show you just how good I fit," he smirked, before licking his lower lip into his mouth and biting down.

His confidence grew as he watched her, first entranced by his eyes, then staring at his mouth. Her breathing picked up a little. She had to admit, he was suddenly oozing all the confidence and sex appeal the character called for.

"You really think you're a good fit?" she purred, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt before giving him a challenging smirk, "Prove it, Dean."

"Dean doesn't work that way, Sweetheart," he leaned in teasingly, seeing that he had her hooked, neediness flickering in her eyes, "You don't get me until I get the job," he breathed out, his lips hovering over hers teasingly.

"Who says I'm convinced you're the man for the job? There's plenty of others," she tried to sound confident, but her words were breathy despite herself. It had been so long since someone made her feel this way.

"Sweetheart, there ain't no other men like me," he growled lightly, his hands wrapping around her lower back and tugging her up against him. He was worried that maybe he was pushing a little too far - getting a little too into his role - but the desperate whine she let out when he pressed her body against his let him otherwise.

"Jensen-"

"Say it," he interrupted her, his lips hovering millimeters from her skin as he ghostly trailed along her jaw and neck, his breath panting against her skin.

"Come up to the office," she breathed out, "We'll sign the contract," she offered, looking into his mesmerizing eyes, "I-I'm convinced," she swallowed hard, pulling from his grasp, "Y-you're Dean."

He smirked, staring at her lips before flickering back to her eyes, "After you," he grinned, stepping aside and gesturing for her to lead the way. She took a deep breath, gathering her bearings, before standing tall and striding back into her office.

She was all too aware of his eyes on her as she walked through the lobby of the building, and as they rode silently up in the elevator - an obvious tension building. As she heard her office door click shut behind her, she grew tense, not knowing what to expect.

Clearly, he was flirting with her before. But that was for the role. To convince her he was Dean Winchester. Well…it worked. She was most definitely convinced. She felt a little better having confidence in the fact that soon, millions of women would most likely be squirming, just like her.

His eyes remained trained on her as she readied the contract, passing it over for him to review. The minutes seemed to stretch on forever, the silence deafening.

"You know," she said as he signed the contract and passed it back to her with a winning grin, "You don't have to - I don't expect -" she sighed, shaking her head.

Jensen was surprised. She was this confident, intimidating, powerful woman. But at that moment, she was a stunningly gorgeous woman who was clearly affected by his routine. Feeling a little bold, and letting Dean guide him, Jensen stepped around the desk, slowly so she could anticipate his approach. When he reached her, he gently pulled her to her feet.

Her eyes were locked on his, wondering what he was going to do. He smiled kindly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"That's a shame," he breathed out, "I was hoping I could show you how good a fit I am," he smirked devilishly.

PART 2

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saphirered · 3 years

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essek!!! honestly anything lol but maybe (i'll try to keep it vague for spoiler reasons) after ep 131 or ep 124, maybe a confession fic? if you aren't caught up just a general how a confession would go please! i love your writing and blog btw, all your caleb stuff is so 👌👌👌

Thank you for your request and yes I am caught up. I hope you enjoy this one.

Warning spoilers for Episode 124

Essek’s betrayal hit you hard. Sure you’d considered the possibility but being faced with that truth so upfront hurt, a lot. You’d been able to avoid him for the longest of times thanks to the Nein being taken in different directions. You simply couldn’t face him. After the party in Nicordanas you put on a brave face and you agreed with Caleb wholeheartedly but you didn’t have the strength to say these words yourself. Any interaction you had between then and now had been cordial and straight to the point whereas before there were plenty of pleasantries, some flirting even and the realisation your flirting was rooted within your own feelings. You’re a good enough people reader to know that his, at the very least were rooted in affection and before Nicodranas you might have seen a possible bright future for the both of you. Even after his betrayal was revealed your feelings remained but they were overshadowed by your pain. It felt like your heart was ripped from your chest.

The trust, kindness, his affections for you, were they all just something to be exploited in a bigger plot. He said at first he was using the Nein but he grew attached so had you just been a pawn in a bigger ploy he felt sorry for? So many questions you had asked yourself over the last weeks, months even at this point and none of them you dared to answer so you didn’t. You pushed them aside and moved on. You pushed Essek out of your mind because it was easier than dealing with the pain. Pushing something away only works for so long. He’d come back into your life sooner rather than later. Aeor came closer in view and after the absolute shit show with the Tombtakers all of you were at your wits end. You didn’t want to pull anyone along into this chaos and especially not a certain wizard who’s proven himself to be prone to his desires for pursuit of knowledge and power; a thing you’d be serving on a silver platter but you really had no better options at this point.

The closer to your destination you got the more closed off you became. Face devoid of emotion and voice monotone, direct and without a single break you’d begun to mentally prepare yourself for your upcoming encounter to the point where you were seriously considering you might actually prefer another encounter with the Tombtakers over facing Essek. Your gradual shift in behaviour must have caught some attention as you quickly had a Jester at your side attempting to make happy conversation and lift your spirit and provide distraction. You tried to play along but the pitying smile from Caleb told you about how good a job you were doing. Nevermind the tiefling never quit and you could appreciate that. Jester cares and you were hurting so she did whatever she could to make it better.

You eventually made it to the outpost and your ‘official’ mode kicked in taking over for Beau when she started butchering Undercommon. You presented yourself with an air of authority and purpose and that seemed to do the job very well. And there he was in all his miserable glory putting on a similar face as yours. He was caught off guard by Jester running in and hugging him and while he looked at you his eyes quickly avoided. Even though the conversations that followed you had no problem looking at him, sure he could feel your eyes burning but your gaze remained cold and distant; the way he had seen you face an enemy and the way you study when in company you don’t trust, watching the danger like a hawk for every single twitch. In this conversation it was very clear he had a hard time keeping eye contact but he was straight up avoiding both you and Caleb and you could put two and two together; shame. He was ashamed of everything he did and caused that much was sure.

In a more private setting without the continuous presence of Dynasty soldiers the Nein told him everything that had occurred the past few weeks and slowly but surely his facade faltered, the gravity of the situation kicking in and him contemplating, taking in all the information you provided. You didn’t speak to him directly and only gave your input when it came to queries among the Nein having nothing to add directed at Essek.

“I’ve spent so much of my life focussed on myself, my climb, all of my selfish needs. I’ve never really been trusted and so I did not trust. And I never let anyone close. I have been clouded in my judgement many times for a lot of my life. When I- when you gave me trust, it gave me a perspective that was so agonisingly striking. So easy to see that I refused to acknowledge it at first, even. I would be lying if I said that our paths crossing hasn’t shaken me to the core and I’m appreciative and thankful for this perspective, but you do not owe me trust for what I’ve done.” Those words hit hard and you found yourself biting down on your lip to prevent yourself from speaking. All the feelings you tried to push away so hard came back up and you were fighting to hold them at bay to prevent yourself from saying something you’d regret. Luckily the others jumped in allowing you to keep your silence.

The conversation continued and Caleb made some good points making sure to make eye contact with you every so often to make sure you were alright and in agreement. You were interrupted after the mentions of Dagen and some shouting outside. You’d say you were surprised but really you weren’t though the sight of the man holding onto one of the Aurora Watch soldiers while presenting the letter he was told to deliver was quite the sight and made you quickly cover up a snort. Not quick enough apparently as some did catch on. Eventually back inside Jester began to insinuate Caleb should show the red eyes on his skin but you quickly shut that down, the first words you had spoken since you got here.

“What are we talking about?” Essek asks confused.

“Nothing you need concern yourself with.” Your words were colder than you intended but got the message across clear it seemed. They quickly shifted the subject back to Lucien, Aeor, the Somnovum, Vess being indisposed, gathering further allies until you landed on possibly considering bringing Astrid and Eadwulf into this opposed to Trent himself it was revealed or more like confirmed Essek had had dealings with the man in the past, persuading you all not to go to the Assembly. And because Veth slipped up you had to come clean about Vess’ actual state; dead in the hands of Lucien who killed her without as much as the blink of an eye. You were very much aware he was on the brink of a mental breakdown and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

Hot cocoa was passed around and you did not refuse Beau’s offer of a good pour of whiskey while the conversation continued in regards to the Beacons and some choice of words and theories around the Beacons that could be considered sacrilege among the Dynasty. You were planning out the delve into the ruins Essek suggesting it would be best to go your separate ways until you were ready to traverse Aeor. The conversation ends and you are about to go your separate ways bedding down for the night until you would travel to gather allies and supplies. Caleb stays at your side aware of how you’re handling things but he stops with you before you leave catching Essek by the forearm.

“Breathe. Just.. breathe that fresh air mindful of the people about. Time. Time. Not weeks. Not years. It takes time.” He was speaking to Essek but you knew the words were directed at you as well. For the first time you deliberately meet eyes looking over your shoulder as you join the rest of the Nein. You were lead to a reasonably sized room, small for all of you but much more preferable to the ice and snow outside. You take time to settle down and eventually sit down with Beau and Caleb.

“I don’t trust any of this.” You tell them hugging your knees to your chest.

“I’m with you. It’s just too much. Too many risks. To many cards not yet in play that could shake this whole game up.” Beau agrees.

“But we have to make a choice and Essek is our safest and most certain bet. Every option is risky.” Caleb has a point and it’s one you’ve been using to justify and be at peace with all of this.

“I’m afraid that he’s going to realise the pressure is too much and he’ll bolt. Or the Assembly catches up to him before we get back and they’ll rat him out but my biggest concern right now is for the Tombtakers to travel faster than we’re expecting. What if they get here? Our advantage will be gone.” The rest of the Nein having turned into the conversation had to agree with you there. If your or Essek’s enemies somehow got involved you’d be screwed.

“You got a point. So how do we solve this? Essek said it’s best to go our separate ways until we got our stuff sorted so we can’t really stick around and we’d still be traceable if we split up. It’s a risk we’ll have to take as it’s the safest for both of us now.” Beau contemplates trying to formulate a better plan. You already had a plan and you didn’t like it for one minute but it was all you got.

“I know how we solve this. You give me the amulet and I stay behind. That way they can’t scry on me as long as I’m here. They can scry on us when we’re together anyway and with only one amulet we’re not going to get very far. You gather everything we need, get whatever help we can get and come back here when you’re ready to leave.” You can hardly believe your own mind could make the decision regardless of your personal opinions.

“And you’re okay staying behind with Essek to keep an eye on him? What if Lucien and his gang shows up?”

“Beau, I’ll manage. My personal feelings don’t matter in the bigger picture for now. I can get over myself. As for the Tombtakers, Essek’s gonna be a fat load of good when he can’t use his magic. If they get here before you return I’ll get him out of here and to Aeor myself if I have to. Can’t defeat them but I sure as hell can outrun them for a while.” You assured them, a couple of nods and attempts to protest eventually resulted in the agreement. You’d stay behind. One final rest and everyone would be finishing their unfinished business, say their goodbyes and hellos, get their closure and prepare for the worst. Yet you couldn’t see yourself anywhere but here. Sure you wanted to be there for your friends but they could do without you. You were needed here so maybe your own unfinished business had to conclude right here where you are.

You said your goodbyes and the Nein were off leaving you alone in the makeshift chamber. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly counting to ten in your head and leave the room. The back of your mind tells you this was a mistake and you definitely couldn’t do this but there’s no way back now so you put on your brave face and make your way to Essek’s chambers. In front of the door you wait, count to ten again and put on your brave face before you knock on the door. The door swings open.

“Y/n. I was not expecting to see you. Please come in.” He speaks glancing around you for any of the guard that could possibly hear him. The moment you force yourself to enter the door closes behind you and you can see him deflate just a little, all manner of composure dropping for a moment before he looks up at you from behind his desk. Up front he may appear composed once more but his eyes tell a different story. Panic, surprise, questions, fear and shame.

“Have you come to say goodbye?” A slight break of his voice at the last word. Oh Essek you really dropped the ball haven’t you, you think to yourself.

“No actually. I came to tell you the others have left and I’ll be staying behind.” He goes to protest getting up from his seat. Fear, concern and something you can’t identify peak through.

“So unless you’re planning to take me to wherever they have gone yourself resulting in you having to get back here with all the potential risks you’ve priorly described, I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can do about it so suck it up, darling.” You mentally kick yourself for using that last word. You didn’t mean to but you slipped up falling back in old habits.

“You’re putting yourself at great risk by staying here so please let me take you back to the others.” He comes closer to you and you stay your ground.

“Sorry. Not going to happen, Essek. I’m staying. I can’t be scried upon so I’ll be fine.”

“There’s many more dangers than the risk of being scried upon.”

“Which ones would you be referring to? The assassins after you? Or maybe the risk of you being discovered? The person who sent the assassins getting antsy and exposing you to the Dynasty?Being a traitor to your nation and a catalyst in a bigger plot you have no control over? The Tombtakers and their shenanigans? Literally anything to do with Aeor? The alleged death and or plotting of the demise of extremely powerful mages? Keeping secrets and being prepared to find or create a scapegoat to cover up the fact that the peace agreement between two nations which is already hanging by a single thread was based on the lies and deceit of another? Or perhaps it’s your uncanny ability to pursuit the path to your own destruction and your terrible sense of judgement and eye for consequences? Oh or maybe the fact that if we don’t stop all of this the world like we know it will possibly come to an end and we’ll could just end up dealing with yet another Calamity scale event? Take your pick because I’m pretty sure I’m already involved in what? All of them? But please be my guest and pick one!” You lost all composure you had but the more you talk the more you realise you couldn’t keep all of this pent up. It does you no good.

“My apologies. I won’t ask for your forgiveness as-“ You cut him off. You’re on a roll so you’re gonna get this over with while you’re at it; speak your mind openly without restrained.

“Yet you still have it! For some stupid reason I find it within myself to forgive you for all horrible thing you’ve done but the one; I can’t seem to get over the fact you betrayed my trust. That you didn’t trust me when it mattered and that I was nothing but a pawn in your game and you discarded the trust I put in you so easily.” You can feel your voice crack multiple times throughout your words and you curse yourself for doing so. Essek looks at his feet lips tightly pushed together.

“Perhaps my expectations were too high.” You spat about to storm out of the room but the door remained closed.

“Essek let me go.” You glared at him. He couldn’t even give you that? A departure with dignity before you broke down?

“You’ve said your part I think it’s only fair I say mine. Though if you wish to leave I won’t hold you here. You’re free to set foot where you please. I know I have no right to but I ask only a moment.” You brace yourself already mentally kicking yourself for coming to this decision so quickly and not even being able to tell yourself why you shouldn’t.

“Fine. I’ll hear what you have to say.” You cross your arms and take a few steps back in his direction.

“From the moment I’ve met you I’ve been captivated by you but I simply couldn’t get over myself and admit to myself that maybe what I’m doing isn’t worth the collateral. You made me feel guilt and regret but I pushed that aside because I there was no way back from what I had already set into motion. I meant what i said, I have grown attached to your little group and I would even go as far as to call them friends something I haven’t been able to call anyone. Not truly without ulterior motives. But you’ve always been something more. I know I will repent for my sins but I will not drag you down that path with me. I love you too much to allow that to happen. So I beg of you, do not put yourself at risk for my sake.” Finally he looks at you without looking away or avoiding your direct gaze.

“I refuse to let you become collateral in my actions. No matter how much I want you at my side I know you simply cannot be and I have come to accept that. Please grant me the dignity of excluding you from my own demise.”

“What you want and what you get are two very different things Essek.” You definitely heard the proclamation of love but it was said in the heat of the moment so you let it go for now choosing to ignore it.

“Believe me I am very much aware. Just as I am aware I have ruined what we had and perhaps even the chance of one day earning your love should you ever give it to me. While I may wish I could change the past I would never change meeting you and the moments we shared. The mere thought of your smile makes me feel a fraction of your warmth in this cold wasteland and I could die a happy man should it be the last thing I see. I believe my worst fear to have come true when it became clear I may never see that smile of yours again. I cannot deny my feelings for you so I won’t and I will assure you I am honest and open when I say that I love you. I’d rather say it now before we both walk into our deaths when we set foot in those ruins.”

“I know I have no right to and I will admit I am a selfish man when I hope you will at least tell me that you might have shared my feelings were the circumstances different.” His feet touch the ground and he studies you for any response but finds none.

“You are a fool. Hopeless. You are selfish and hardly ever look out for anyone but yourself. You would betray anyone if it were to further your own interests or save your own hide. You’d sacrifice anything and anyone to get what you want, price be damned.” You begin stepping closer to him and you can see him break just a little on the inside.

“That’s what I want to believe but I simply can’t. My own mind argues against all the things it reasonably tries to claim you to be. Yes you are a fool but you are also one of the cleverest and most intriguing people I’ve ever met. You’re not hopeless. You are selfish but your selfishness knows boundaries as displayed by your guilt and regret and shame. You would betray anyone but only if it meant you it allowed you to save what you care about and you’d sacrifice anything and everything to protect it. But I still wonder. Was it worth it? Making the choices you did was it worth putting yourself in this place?”

“No. Most of the results while desired were not worth the cost.” Again the guilt and shame rises.

“Then you have learned. So I will give you what you need; my honestly. We both know that these flirtations we’ve had are more than just that. Back then I could have seen a future where you and I could have had something beautiful but I will also admit I have not seen the same thing ever since our last meeting. I do not see a future not because my feelings for you have disappeared but simply because it is unpredictable. It’s fickle much like the Dunamancy you study. And that’s exactly how a future should be, right? Uncertain and unpredictable. What we’re walking into is just that. So if we do make it out alive I’m sure that future will be much clearer once we’re no longer on the brink of destruction.” You step up close enough and put a hand on his cheek making him look you in the eye.

“I don’t understand.” He begins.

“Let me spell it out for you.” You move your lips closer to his and when he doesn’t pull away you place your lips on his in a chaste kiss.

“Do you get it now?” You say as you pull apart.

“I think I may need another explanation to make sure I caught that right.” He stumbles a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks so you oblige and kiss him again.

“I love you.” You say leaning your forehead against his.

“I love you too.” Both of you laugh taking in the craziness of the situation. You went from being upset to arguing to honesty and a confession of love. This truly must be something recorded in some romance novel in Jester’s collection. Ridiculous but true.

“You may be a fool Essek Thelyss, but you are my fool and don’t you forget.”

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pixie88 · 4 years

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The Naughty Teacher

A/N: Those who play Lovelink know Marco Bottazzi. He currently grey, I miss him so decided to do another FF continuing from the last! He makes it hard not to fall for him while he sets you up with his best friend. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Marco Bottazzi FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), Tattoo Artist to Businessman (Blake Bailey) & Photogenic (Dominic Wright) FF.

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 1754

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Marco X MC - Naomi

Enjoy!

We have been on three more dates since our date where he cooked dinner for me. We haven't done any more than a kiss, flirt in person, and via text until last night.

He had texted me just after he'd had a shower, which turned into sexting. Now I'm sexually frustrated, but he's working today and has his mom's birthday meal tonight, which he wanted me to go with him, but I thought it was too soon after he split with Sally.

His parents probably wouldn't take our relationship seriously considering he has only just broken up with her just 3 weeks ago.

*1 New Message from Marco Bottazzi on Lovelink*

[Hey gorgeous, Are you ok? What you up to? I can't stop thinking about our sexting session. I blush each time I think about it. xx]

[Hiya, I'm great thank you. What about you? I'm enjoying my day off all cozy in bed reading a book. How is work? I was thinking about re-reading the messages actually. x]

[I'm now blushing at the thought of you re-reading those messages.....touching yourself! I'm in the middle of class texting you under the table while my students are doing a pop quiz. xx]

[Touching myself wishing it was you! Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this considering you are at school. Naughty teacher! Maybe you could pop by after your Mom's birthday meal tonight? x]

[GOD! I agree, as currently, I can't get up from my desk without displaying the situation in my pants right now. I would love to but I have some papers to grade. What about tomorrow night? xx]

[Opps! haha. Look forward to it! x]

[Slowly going thank god. Lunch in 35 minutes. Sort out the details later. I can't wait either xx]

This gives me an idea.

~*~*~*~

40 minutes later, my knuckles knock on the cold wooden door, I hear movement on the other side, then the door opens before he has time to say anything I speak.

"Mr. Bottazzi, I'm here for my appointment to talk about Kyle's grades"

He looks confused, then notices Mrs. Norris who escorted me to his classroom.

"Oh yes! Sorry, I forgot that was today. Please come in," He says as moves away from the doorway to let me into the classroom. Mrs. Norris smiles and leaves us to it.

Marco closes the door I'm just about to speak and he puts his finger to his lips to shh me. We hear Mrs. Norris's heels tap along the wooden floor fading further and further away.

"Naomi, What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you"

"Why did you say you were a parent?" He asks.

"I didn't, I said I was an Aunt and Kyle's Mom sent me because she couldn't make the meeting herself"

"How did you know there was a Kyle here?" he asks.

"I saw Mrs. Norris putting in names on the computer of children who are in today I didn't give his last name. Just in case. Don't you like my resourcefulness?" I wink.

"You do know I can never bring to any work party's now!" He smirks.

"Well, at least while Mrs. Norris is here!" I wink. I turn to look around his classroom.

"So, you wanted to see me?" he asks.

I turn back to him "Yeah, How long is your lunch break?"

He looks at the clock "I have 47 minutes left" he smiles.

I walk towards the door and flip the lock. I turn back to him with my back pressed against the door.

He knows exactly what I'm thinking "Naomi, as much as I want to we can't!"

"Why?" I ask.

"This is my place of work. If we get caught I'd lose my job"

"How would anyone know? The door is locked. Unless anyone else has a key?" I smirk.

"Well, the only other person with a key is the janitor. Who is on lunch at the moment" I can see he's fighting with himself, but before I could react his lips claim mine.

His body pressed against mine, his tongue parts my lips as it dances with mine.

His hand comes under my thigh and lifts up one of my legs, his hips are pushing into mine and I can feel his hard member against my throbbing core.

His lips move to my pulse line and up to my ear "I'm going to be in so much trouble if we get caught!" he whispers.

"Maybe we should stop?" I ask.

"Too late now. I don't think I can stop!" he nips my ear lobe before his lips crash to mine as he is lifting my other thigh and I wrap my legs around him.

He carries me across the room, I have no idea where we are going until I feel him set me down. He swipes whatever is behind me, he pulls away a little "I've always wanted to do that!" he says.

I let out a small giggle.

His hand glides up my thigh under my dress until he reaches my centre and brushes against it. "Lay back!" he demands.

I do as he says, he lifts up my legs and places my feet on the desk. His hands come under my dress again, he grasps the waistband of my underwear and pulls it down until their discarded. He lays small kisses on the inside of my thigh trailing towards my core.

"You'll have to keep quiet Naomi!" I feel his breath against me before his tongue parts my folds and lap at my centre.

I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. He spreads my legs and starts to work against my clit. My hand tangles in his hair, my hips buck up, I'm finding it hard to not moan aloud. "Ohh, Marco!" I whisper.

I feel him smirk against me "That is my new favourite noise," he whispers against me.

I pull myself up, jump off the desk, and start to unbuckle his belt.

"Naomi, what are you....." he's cut off by me freeing him and wrapping my hand around the base of him. I circled my tongue around his tip, and he groans, "Fuck...baby!"

I take him in fully, run my tongue along him from the base all to the tip. I gently graze my teeth gently as I draw him out, his hand clutches my hair, and he moves me to his own rhythm.

"Naomi...that feels so.....God!" he whispers.

He begins to move his hips faster. He groans louder, he pulls me up and crashes his lips to mine. His kiss is more urgent, he lifts me up onto the desk again.

"In my bag, there's a condom," I tell him.

He picks up my bag off the floor and finds it.

He grips the foil packet between his teeth, tears it out, and rolls it over his hard member.

He kisses me again as he runs along my centre before pushing past my entrance. Filling me. I grasp his hair and moan against his lips.

"Harder" Marco's thrusts become harder, he draws out slowly until the tip is just inside me then he thrust back in faster and harder.

"Oh god! Yes!" I moan.

The desk moves with us each time he thrusts into me.

"Wow, this is a hundred times better than I could ever imagine" he whispers against my ear.

I move my lips to his jawline, his stubble is rough against my lips, I move to his neck and he catches his breath.

I love having this effect on him. He lifts my chin to kiss my lips as he pushes me to lay back onto the oak desk. He climbs onto the desk with me and speeds up his movements. His lips move to my pulse line and gently nips.

I'm close to the edge, I hold on to him a little bit tighter "Marco...YES!" I moan a little too loud as I fall over the edge.

He groans, his thrust becomes faster then I feel him hit his own peak as he moans are muffled out against my neck.

We lay like this for a few minutes to catch our breath.

He lifts up to look at me, I smile, "Do I get an A+ Mr. Bottazzi?" I ask.

He laughs, "Actually, you need to retake this test, but at another time and in a few different positions!" He winks.

"Well, I'm more than willing to do anything to get my grades up!"

He laughs again "Ok, this is getting a bit weird now!" He says as he pulls out of me and gets off the desk.

He picks up my underwear and hands it to me before he glances at the clock. "I only have 10 minutes before my next class"

"Kicking me out Mr. Bottazzi?" I ask jokingly.

"I wish you could stay but obviously that's not possible, but if the offer is still there I'd love to see you tonight?"

"I thought you had papers to grade?" I ask.

"I do! But I'd rather see you. Plus, I can grade them in my classes in the morning or at lunch"

"Like I'm going to pass up the opportunity to get an action replay of that! Without having to be quiet" I wink.

His cheeks glow red "Or holding back," he smirks.

"Mr. Bottazzi, were you holding out on me?" I ask.

He just winks.

I smile, "I better go. I'll see you tonight?"

He pulls me to him and cups my face before placing a small kiss on my lips. "Can't wait!"

I start to leave "See you later then," I say as I leave the classroom.

I'm walking home when I hear my phone.

*1 New Message from Marco Bottazzi on Lovelink*

[I can't believe we did that! Does this mean I get your actual number now? I did give you mine last week xx]

I reply in a normal text instead of through the app.

[I didn't think you had it in you Mr. Bottazzi! You surprised me! Of course, and this is it! x]

*1 New Message from Marco <3*

[You seem to bring out a side of me, I never knew I had! So, does this mean we are deleting the app? I finally have your number!! ;) xx]

[Well, Mr. Bottazzi now we are on texting territory I no longer have use for the app ;) x]

*1 New Message from Marco <3*

[Me either deleting it as we speak. Looking forward to tonight! xx]

[Deleted already. Believe me, I am too! See you later x]

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Two

Hey, guys!! This shit is a LONG chapter so buckle up. I decided (y'all are tired of me doing this I know) to explain Viv's tripping on edibles in the next chapter (posting Monday night) so this chapter takes place after she trips balls, but don't worry, you guys will see that hot mess Express in a few days in flashback form.

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I press my lips to Duff's cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, his chest, his abdomen…

He groans, his eyes tightening a moment as he stretches, his hand in my hair as my lips press just below his navel and he looks at me.

"Good morning." I say to him, giving one last kiss to his skin before he's pulling me up to peck at his lips.

"Good morning." He replies as I lay beside him, my leg swung over his waist, my cheek against his left bicep.

"Did you sleep good?" I ask him next and he nods.

"Did you?"

"Yeah." I reply, kissing his cheek again, and he grins.

"Okay, if you're gonna be all lovey, I'm gonna go brush my teeth." He goes to sit up but I stop him.

"No." I whine, keeping him to the bed with my leg.

"Viv, I probably taste like vodka and cigarettes." He complains with a chuckle.

"I don't care." I insist and he looks at me. "What? It doesn't bother me."

He shakes his head a little, brushing my hair out of my face before he kisses me again, and I push my tongue past his lips, sighing when he wraps his arm tighter around my waist.

When we pull away, I notice an abnormality in his right bicep, a wedge shaped scar, and furrow my brows a little.

He notices and looks at his arm.

"It was a water skiing accident at this lake when I was like 13. I was pulled under and the muscle was stripped from here," his fingers grazing from his elbow to his shoulder, "all the way up here. I almost drowned." He informs me, and I look at him, the thought of him drowning at age twelve is hard to think about. "I saw the light and just felt the warmth of people that had passed on that I knew...it was weird, but, like, it wasn't scary. It happened really fast." He adds.

"Are you scared to die, now?" I ask him out of curiosity and he shakes his head a little, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

"No. I'm not. After that experience I decided it's gonna be a good place I go when I die." He states and I smile.

"I can't imagine you going anywhere but some place good, Duff. You're too kind to go anywhere else." I assure him and he chuckles a little, before kissing at my hand.

"What about you?" He asks and I let out a breath.

"I'm not scared of death in the sense of where I'm going afterwards, I know where I'm going and it's no place to be scared of...it's just how I'm going to die, when I'm going to die, and the effect it will have on my loved ones. That's what scares me." I explain. "But at the same time I wouldn't want to know how I'm going to die, or when, or what happens to everybody after I go."

"Well, no, because that would be a bummer looming over you constantly." He points out.

"Exactly." I agree. "I'll go whenever God's decided my work here is done, but if he can just let me pass peacefully in my sleep, I won't mind."

"No strokes, no getting shot, no weed brownie…" he trails off starting to laugh and I try not to laugh. "...overdoses." he manages to get out through his laughter.

"It's not funny." I tell him, biting my cheek to keep from chuckling.

"Or crab infestations." He adds.

"You are so funny. Wow." I cut my eyes at him.

"Hey, look, I coulda told ya not to eat brownies from Stevie and Slash's room and not to sleep in the same bed as Stevie after a night of him hooking up with several different girls, but I thought that was common sense, Viv." He attempts to speak with a straight face, failing miserably.

"It took me years to grow hair down there, Duff, and now I look like a thirteen year old all over again, and I had to be fumigated. It's not funny." I finally laugh with him and he rubs his face that's turning red with how funny he finds it that the same night I got stoned shitless off edibles, I slept in the same bed as Steven and woke up with pubic lice.

"Vivian, c'mon, it'll grow back." He tries to make me feel better. "There wasn't that much down there to begin with, so it's not like--"

"--Shh! I didn't say that so we could have an in depth conversation about my situation down there." I tell him, my face turning red.

"Viv, baby, I've had my face down there, okay? I've been all up in your situation."

"Duff--"

"--You've been all up in my situation, too, it's nothin--"

"--Ahh!" I squeal a little, covering my ears and burying my face in my pillow.

"Hey, you came in the other night talking all types of dirty, and then last night when you were tripping on those brownies you had me blushing pretty freaking bad, and now you get all embarrassed when I'm just stating a fact: we've both had our faces all up in each others'--"

"--Okay, okay, I get it, I get it." I'm blushing so badly I feel the heat of my blood in my face.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." He tells me.

"Thank you." I uncover my face and take a breath, snuggling closer against him.

"...I never noticed you have, like, three cute little freckles down there, though, until there was no hair covering them up." He says next.

"Duff, hush!" I put my hands over his mouth and he bursts into laughter again.

"So, what? You have freckles everywhere. It's cute, Viv." He tells me when he gets away from me and catches his breath.

"Yes, a higher risk of developing melanoma is cute." I reply sarcastically as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, about to get up. "Where are you going?" I ask him as he stands up and stretches.

"I've got rehearsal in an hour." He tells me. "Remember?"

"Oh...right." I mumble.

"C'mon, Viv, don't sound so enthused." He steps to the bathroom and turns on the shower.

"C'mere really quick." I tell him, and he sticks his head out of the bathroom.

"What is it?" He asks me as I go to the foot of the bed.

"Just come here for a second." I repeat and he does, raising his brows. "Do you have to go?" I ask him blinking up at him.

"Yes, I do, and you do too because if neither of us goes that's gonna get people to thinking." He pokes the tip of my nose.

"Okay." I roll my eyes.

He kisses me for a split second before going to take his shower.

I didn't want to go to the bands' rehearsals, I didn't want Duff to go anywhere, I just wanted the both of us to stay locked in that room together and the rest of the world to go the hell away.

He comes out in light wash, lace-up jeans, his Billy Idol tshirt, and his chain that he has around his neck with the small lock hung on it the way Sid Vicious used to wear.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling one black cowboy boot on, looking around for the other one that I stole so he can't leave.

"Viv, have you seen my other boot?" He asks me while I've got it hid under the covers, glancing at the nightstand to remind myself my crucifix is still there.

I stand up on the bed and slip it on my right foot before walking as best I can to him on the mattress before slipping my leg over his shoulder, my foot adorned by his boot resting on the top of his thigh.

He looks down at it and then up at me, speechless when he sees I'm not completely naked, wearing nothing but his boot and his cream colored cowboy hat.

I look down at him innocently, knowing exactly what I'm doing and he knows it, but he doesn't call me out on it.

He just looks at his boot, slowly pulling it off my foot before pressing his lips to my knee before he turns to completely face me, kissing at my inner, lower thigh, and inching higher.

Right before he can reach his target I'm plopping to my knees on the mattress, his hat nearly falling off of me, making me giggle as my hand flies up to keep it in place for a second, before he's leaning down to kiss me again, his hand grabbing at my bare ass, using that as leverage to pull me completely against him.

I feel him through his jeans and have to rub my thighs together, eager for him to be in me, before I'm pushing at his chest, causing him to fall back on his back with a little laugh as I crawl over him, the junction of my thighs resting on the tent in his jeans, making him curse under his breath when I lean forward and kiss him, rocking my hips, delicious friction causing a hunger to snake up through my core.

"I, uh, see the use of the hat now." He gets out through little breaths as I grind against him again, my teeth teasingly pulling at his bottom lip.

"Mhm." I grin, my fingers beginning to untie the string of his pants.

"Before you do that," he starts and I raise my brows, resisting the urge to moan when his finger tips run up and down my spine before giving my thighs a nice squeeze. "I was wondering if you could ride something else first…" he suggests and I'm confused for a millisecond before he slyly runs his tongue along his bottom lip. "...you know, just to get good and broken in, first." He adds and I bite my lip, leaning down and kissing him, again, my tongue dancing with his.

"I will ride anything you want me to." I reply, my lips brushing against his.

Duff was slowly becoming accustom to the fact that I wasn't sweet innocent vanilla Vivian he had suspected I was...although I'm not sure how the hell he thought Nikki survived sex with me all those years if I didn't adapt to or like the same stuff he did, and Nikki was (and still is) into some weird, nasty, debauched shit, so learning to get into what Duff was in to was a lot easier to do than Duff trying to get in to what I was in to.

"Ah!" I giggle out with a moan laced around it, my thighs tensing as Duff's tongue continues to lap against my clit, holding me to his mouth with his hands at my hips as I can't help but grind in rhythm with his tongue, my hands palming at my chest, adding to the heat spreading in my core. "Duff, tha--oh fuck." I gasp out when he softly nips at the sensitive bud, and I can feel his smile at the sound of my pleasure. "That feels so good." I assure him, my head leaned back, my hands bracing on his chest that's beginning to have a thin sheen of sweat over it and I can't help but to lean down, my tongue running across his skin for a moment before I'm reaching for his cock, nearly drooling at the beading precum.

I run my tongue across the slit of his tip and he jumps in his skin, not expecting it, making me chuckle to myself before he's sliding two fingers into me, my eyes rolling back at the combination of him finger fucking me while eating me out and I bite my tongue to keep from calling him "daddy" because I remember it freaking him out the other night when I was stoned and called him that.

I moan when I wrap my lips around him and slowly bob my head up and down, enjoying the feeling of him tensing up and trying to keep concentrated in pleasuring me.

My tongue snakes against his length with each thrust, my tongue savoring every bit of his taste because he sure as fuck is savoring every bit of mine.

He nearly jumps again when my hand gently massages his balls, making him moan into me.

I take him out of my mouth, keeping my other hand at his base, jacking him off while I catch my breath before I'm spitting on him, taking him back into my mouth, picking up my pace.

His grip on my hips tightens when I deep throat him, trying to relax to keep from gagging, but I end up doing it anyway, and I hear him curse under his breath.

I try one more time and manage to get his entire shaft down my throat to the hilt without gagging, and his hand comes down onto my ass cheek, hard, making me cry out around him as he starts hammering his fingers into me, the wet, sloppy sounds of my sex being played with filling the room and I catch my breath when I pull him out of my mouth, moving my hand up and down his cock at the same speed he's moving his fingers into me.

My pussy tightens around his fingers while his tongue swipes across my clit a few more times before my cum is wetting at his mouth as "Duff" cracks through my lips while I'm gasping for breath.

He lets out a hum as he drinks it all in, swiping his tongue from my cunt to my clit, making sure none of it goes to waste.

When he's done, he's pushing at my waist, moving me off of him.

I roll onto my back, coming down from my high, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as he moves to hover above me, his pure, genuine smile nearly melting my heart.

I grin at him, leaning up and kissing him as he runs his hand down my side and reaches between us to align himself with my entrance.

We watch each other as he slowly pushes into me, the feeling of him filling me as much as he can causing my toes to curl, and my legs to wrap around his hips.

"Are...Are you okay?" He asks me, his forehead against mine and I lick my lips and nod.

"Yeah." I tell him. "Are you?"

"Yeah." He replies.

"Are you gonna move or…?" I ask next and he takes a nervous breath.

"Duff, I'm fine, I promise." I assure him.

"I know you are but--" I cut him off, pulling his lips to mine, my tongue moving with his as I tighten my legs around him, causing him to move against my cervix, making the both of us let out moans.

He pulls out of me before pushing back in, slowly, taking a few more thrusts before he picks up his pace, taking my moans and whimpers as cues that he's doing good.

"Harder." I say in his ear, and he looks at me for a second. "You're not gonna hurt me, baby."

He nervously licks his lips before pushing into me more frantically, his prick being forced into me to the hilt, which sends a deliciously painful shock through me, causing me to arch underneath him, my nails clawing down his back, making him groan out, only resulting in him going harder into me.

"It feels so good." I say, whimpering, my fingers in his blonde hair as his tongue and lips are on the skin of my neck.

"You feel so good." He tells me and I bite my lip.

"Can you do something for me?" I ask him, trying to concentrate on my words as he fucks me, the eagerness on his face to please me making me confident that he'll play into my suggestion.

"Yeah?" He slows down some, purposefully rooting himself balls deep in me, and I have to keep my eyes from fucking crossing.

I take his hand and put it around my neck, my hand closing over his fingers to manually tighten them around my throat.

"You're not gonna hurt me." I assure him, seeing his hesitant facial expression. "Even though I wouldn't be mad if you did." I add, moving my hand from his, and he slowly squeezes at my throat little by little, until it's a comfortable pressure, not as extreme as Nikki's, but enough to make me feel like I'm being completely dominated.

"So wet." He says, and I can already feel a puddle forming under me.

I hum, taking my index and middle fingers and reaching down, gathering some of my slick juices, holding them to his lips and he doesn't slow his movements as he sucks my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off, before he leans down and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

"Duff." I say, my stomach knotting up, his hand around my throat, his pounding into me, his eyes watching every moment of my oncoming orgasm, welcoming the the pressure building up before it's releasing, my walls contracting around him.

"Oh, jesus, Viv." He groans out, and I smile, kissing him, the taste of vodka and cigarettes on his tongue, but I don't care.

I can feel that he's about to finish, too, and when he's about to pull out, I'm mustering up the energy to flip us over.

"Just come in me." I say, pressing a small kiss to his lips, moving my hips down so he goes to the hilt in me.

He lets out a moan when I lick up his neck as he unloads into me, a soft hum slipping past my lips at the feeling.

I take deep breaths and roll off of him when he's finished, pulling the covers up to my chest as he glances at me, trying to catch his breath.

"We really gotta start using condoms or something, Viv." He tells me, his knuckle brushing against my cheek before he turns on his side to face me.

"Won't make a difference." I let out before I can think about it, and he furrows his brows.

"If you get knocked up, it will." He replies.

I don't answer, sitting up and going to the bathroom to shower off.

He follows right behind me, and when we're done, we're coming back into the room to the sound of the phone ringing off the hook.

"Hello?" I answer it without a thought, realizing this isn't my room.

If it would have been anyone other than one of the members of Guns, or Fred, I would have been screwed.

"Hey, um, not to be rude or anything, Viv, but um, where the fuck is Duff at?" Slash asks me and I remember their fucking rehearsal.

I look at the clock and see we're an hour and a half late for it.

"Holy shit." I say.

"And Doc's running around trying to find you, too…" he adds as Duff quickly gets his clothes back on.

"Just stall, okay? We're coming--and don't mention that me and him are with each other right now." I plead.

"I won't, but Duff's gonna get his ass chewed: Axl's fucking pissed." He informs me.

"It wasn't Duff's fault, tell Axl he can get on to me all he wants, but leave Duff out of it. We'll be there in a few minutes. Bye."

"Bye."

We hang up and I rush to put clothes on, Duff and I not saying a word to each other as we finish getting ready--but I can tell he's pissed. At me or himself is to be determined.

One of the most admirable traits Duff possesses is the fact that music is so important to him, he made it a standard that he'd never allow anything to interfere with his effort put forth towards his responsibility in bands he's a part of.

He was never late to a rehearsal unless there was a good reason, and if he was going to be late he called ahead, he was never too drunk or high to play at a show...he never put anything else he had going on before his band.

Guns N' Roses, even back when he was drinking and drugging heavily, was no exception. He might not have remembered a bit of the shows played at the peak of his addiction, but he played them well enough that nobody could hear him and say, 'he's really out of it'. The closest he ever got to playing messy on stage was during the Freddie Mercury tribute concert at Wembley, when he was so messed up that when artists gathered to sing "We Are the Champions", he couldn't walk, so Elton John had to practically drag him up on stage to the 50 person chorus line and he took full advantage of the shoulders on either side of him to keep himself upright while Liza Minnelli sung lead.

That was possibly the straw that broke the camel's back in terms of deciding maybe Monroe didn't need to witness his father spiraling as much as he had been.

He had plenty of his own issues that were at risk of getting before the band, but women getting in the way of his duty to his band? Never happened.

Except on the tour with Mötley Crüe, and that was what caused Axl and the guys to realize we weren't just hooking up if Duff was willing to let me get in the way of his commitment to the band.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Axl snaps at Duff as he steps to the stage and I take a seat in one of the audience chairs, Sparkie glancing between Duff and I from where he's at standing up, his eyes cut slightly, while Tansy's asleep in the chair closest to him.

"Axl, I know, man, okay?" Duff replies, knowing he's fucked up.

"We're talking about this later, don't fucking think this is over." He warns him before glaring at me.

Fred makes a beeline for me, his brows raised.

"What the hell, Viv?" He asks me under his breath.

"Are the gu--" he cuts me short.

"--Nikki's so fucked he doesn't even realize we're running behind and Tommy and Vince are screwing around with some chicks they picked up on the way over here, Mick's drinking…" he trails off, disappointment all over his features.

"I know, Fred, I know I messed up."

"You can't possibly be serious about carrying on with him on this tour without telling anybody." He refers to Duff and I let out a breath.

"I can't tell Nikki or he'll be pissed and might kick the guys off the tour." I say.

"So you're just gonna screw someone else without thinking to tell him?"

"He did it to me." I point out.

"If he finds out from anyone else--"

"--Which he won't."

"But if he does, Vivian, I don't want him to take that out on you." He explains.

"He won't find out, okay?" I promise him. "We'll be more careful, Fred."

He lets out a breath and relents.

"Fine, Viv. Fine."

The moment Guns finishes up and let's Mötley Crüe take over, I see what Fred means about Nikki.

His eyes are completely void, his shell being taken over by heroin, only able to play through muscle memory.

He's so fucked up.

Apparently I'm not being subtle, and he catches me looking at him, completely stopping his playing altogether in the middle of "All In The Name Of…"

"The fuck are you staring at?" he snaps at me.

"Nothing." I mumble, standing up to walk backstage.

I don't have the energy to argue with him and if he spends what's left of his energy arguing with me, he'll pass out.

When I get backstage, I hear Axl's muffled voice in what's set to be their dressing room...and I realize he and Duff and the guys are in there.

I press my ear to the door out of curiosity, but I end up regretting it as I hear Axl bark out:

"She's a fucking problem!"

"I know I held everybody up but it's not her fault, it's on me." Duff explains.

"If anybody was paying enough attention to realize you two had to have been off together, they can tell somebody and we're fucked, Duff, do you fucking realize that? And if they kick us off this tour and talk shit to the press it's gonna take us longer to get to our goal and you're gonna be responsible for letting a piece of ass get in the band's way." Axl states.

"I know." Duff replies, not arguing. He sounds too embarrassed and disappointed to argue.

"And if this happens again, I'll tell Doc so he'll keep a tighter leash on her so she won't get herself or you into anymore fucking trouble on this tour." It's his final promise, and I hear him stepping to the door, making me scramble to hide behind the corner of the wall as he snatches the door open and stomps off in the other direction.

Duff being late for that rehearsal kickstarted Axl's personal vendetta against me that started small but grew when Steven was kicked out the band and I raised hell over it. Then got bigger when Tansy relapsed in 1990 due to the stress of Guns N' Roses beginning to implode and Axl's ego getting bigger than God--especially to her in particular--and I told him it was his fault. Then even more when he found out I was the one that suggested suing the band to Steven's mother and came to our house in the middle of the night with a fucking shot gun which didn't scare me because I'd been shot before and was perfectly fine so if that cocky bastard wanted to shoot me again, in front of my fucking kids and be an asshole, then so be it, but it really pissed Nikki off. Then our feud finally came to a head in 1993, when Slash and Duff were Shanghaied into signing a contract relieving the name "Guns N' Roses" to Axl, and solely to Axl, if something were to happen to either of them--quitting, fired, or "death" (although the contract said nothing about death, their manager just used it as a cover up when confronted by Duff over it.)

Their share of the band remained the same, meaning what Duff was leaving to me and Monroe upon his death in terms of equities and royalties wouldn't be touched, but I was beginning to realize it wouldn't have been much longer before Axl tried to take that, too, just like he had fucking done to Steven. So when Duff explained what had been done, I got on a plane and flew to their next show just to kick Axl's ass once again because Duff and Slash weren't confrontational enough to do it, they just tried to keep the peace as much as they could, but Axl wasn't my fucking lead singer and my kids were too young to know what exactly was going on.

I had nothing to lose.

He sued--when I kicked him so hard the heel of my stiletto went right through his calf--and ended up with $100,000.

$100,000 didn't sting me or Nikki as hard as a couple million must've stung him when Steven won his lawsuit against the band, and the prick deserved it.

They all did in that situation.

After being sued, though, Nikki wouldn't let me be around him anymore.

If Tansy wanted to hang out, I couldn't go to their house, and I couldn't take Monroe out to see his dad unless they were off the road or there was a guarantee I would be kept separated from Axl at all times.

I guess I really ended up being a "problem" to Axl, after all.

Duff goes out that night, leaving some money for me to get room service but not saying a word to me before he leaves, resulting in me going to my room incase someone tries to come find me and isn't suspicious as to why I'm in Duff's room.

I'm getting out of my shower after washing my hair when a knock on my door sounds, making me believe it's the room service I ordered…

I put on my robe and open the door, revealing Sparkie.

My face falls and I'm about to slam the door shut, but he stops it, stepping inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms and he shrugs.

"Just to talk." He tells me, smirking. "Ya know, catch up on each other, I feel like we aren't as close as we need to be." He adds and I raise a brow.

"Because I don't want to be close to you." I state.

"Well, you're pretty close to Duff with no issue." He voices and my heart nearly stops. "I figured you'd be keeping his bed warm while he's out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tell him.

"You two are practically joined at the hip, you were both late for rehearsal, you share a room...just because none of the other guys notice it, doesn't mean I don't." He adds and I roll my jaw. "I already caught you, now we just need to talk about what you're going to do for me, to help remind me not to let it slip to Nikki…" he takes a step closer to me and I back away until my back is against the wall, and he takes advantage of it, his hand going over my mouth before I can yell, causing a line of shock to roll up my spine as he stares down at me, evilly. "I know one thing you can do." He goes on, his free hand teasing at the belt of my robe, before pulling it out of its tie, opening it.

Tears of anger swell in my eyes as I try to shake off the initial shock so I can fight back.

"Why don't you show me exactly what was so good about you, that it made Nikki want to marry you, and is making Duff put his own band aside for you?"

He opens the robe a little more, eyeing my chest, and before he can touch me, a knock on the door and "room service" sounds on the other side of the door.

I use it as an opportunity to get away from him as he lets out an angry sigh for being interrupted before I open the door.

My food is delivered and I thank the woman who brought it up, grabbing some cash that Duff had left for me for food, from my dresser, and tipping her.

"Thank you." She tells me and I make a point to motion for Sparkie to leave, in front of her, that way if he refused there was a witness.

He doesn't take any chances, giving me a sarcastic smile, stepping to the door, stopping in front of me and getting in my ear and threatening me.

I tried to sleep that night but the eminent risk of Nikki finding out about Duff and I was starting to eat at me.

With Nikki as bad off as he was, I was scared he wouldn't have been able to handle it, and our relationship was already in shambles, I didn't need him to have more reasons to scream my head off.

Part Seventy-Two -- Part 2

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Some Days, I'm Struggling For Control

Pairing : Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings : Mentions of murder and blood, anal sex, spit as lube, oral sex, physical fighting (hitting, punching)

Rating : E

Word count : 2k+

Will pisses Hannibal off, he starts swearing which turns Will on, they fight, then they fuck.

Inspiration came from Mads character, Nigel, saying the word, "fuck" a lot. I wanted to write Hannibal getting angry and not being able to stop saying it. So I figured why not write this as the fill for the free space on my @hannibalbingo card.

Enjoy 😌

"How careless are you? Do you want us to become caught? Do you want to go back to uncle Jack so badly that you'd expose us in such a way?"

"It wasn't my fault, h-he was flirting with you."

"Flirting with me? Do you know how many men I have to watch flirt with you every single day? Do I kill them in broad daylight for it?"

"There was no one around. Hannibal, I'm sorry, he pissed me off."

"Do you even fucking understand how pissed off I get every time men flirt with you? When they attempt to take what is mine? You're lucky everyday that I do not fuck you in front of them."

"Then who would be careless?"

"Would I not be following your fucking example?"

"I'm shocked, Dr. Lecter, I've never heard you use such crass language outside of our bed."

"You insufferable man, you make me crazy."

"I think it's very sexy of you." He knows what Will is doing, how he's trying to divert the situation, it will not work.

"Do not fucking trying to distract me." Hannibal is doing it on purpose now, now that he knows Will likes him cursing. He's still upset, still needs to try to control the situation, but right now he cannot help but want to rile Will up. "You know damn well what the fuck you've done wrong. We don't murder in the middle of the day. Unless of course as I said, you'd rather go back and play FBI with uncle Jack again, is that what you fucking want? Is it?"

"No, if I wanted that why would I have come to you in the first place?"

"Perhaps this is all an elaborate fucking ruse again to try and get me into a cage." Low blow, he knows that Will regrets what happened that night in Baltimore what seems like a thousand years ago and yesterday all at once.

"How many times will you make me apologize for that? I wanted to run away with you, and now I have and you're pissed because I killed someone. Hannibal, we kill people all the time."

"Yes, but one of us is not careless when fucking killing. Will, if you want to go, there's the fucking door, don't let it hit you on the way out." He doesn't mean it, never would he mean it, but Will has him angry and not only that Hannibal is feeling particularly petulant today.

"I'm not leaving, unless you're coming with me."

"Tell me, Will, why the fuck would I come with you after what you've done?"

"I did it for you, you bastard."

"For me? No, you fucking did it for yourself. You threw a fucking tantrum because someone flirted with me."

"You're mine, no else's, they don't get to flirt with you."

"Do you think I fuck every person who fucking flirts with me?"

"You fucked me."

"Yes, I fucked you, because I fucking love you."

"I don't understand why you're so mad."

"We could get fucking caught now, or is this your way of saying you don't want to be in fucking Germany any longer? You couldn't fucking say so like a fucking adult? You're such a fucking child sometimes."

Will throws the first punch, fist connecting with Hannibal's jaw.

"You little fucker." Hannibal resists, he doesn't want to hurt Will.

Will punches him again, this time in the stomach--Hannibal stays standing at least. "Fight back."

"I do not wish to fucking fight you."

Will smacks him this time, Hannibal is certain there will be a red hand print across his face.

Hannibal snorts, "Fine, you want to act like a fucking child, I'll leave."

Will backhands him, "You're not leaving me." The force of it splits Hannibal's lip.

He's not leaving, he's never leaving, this is the exact reaction he'd hoped for. Will takes his anger and frustrations out on Hannibal instead of some random man in the middle of the street. "I'll leave whenever I fucking want to. You do not fucking tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do." He can practically smell Will's anger and arousal.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" Will grinds his teeth together, Hannibal grabs his jaw to stop him.

"No, I don't want you to fucking hurt me, but I'd rather it me than someone in the middle of the fucking street exposing us."

"I'm sorry, I got jealous. But you have no right to get mad at me."

"I have no right? What the fuck does that mean? I have no fucking claim over you? You are my fucking husband or have you decided that's not what you fucking want any longer?" Blood leaks from the split in his lip, it stings but Hannibal welcomes the pain.

"No, never, Hannibal I chose you. I want you, and in wanting you, I want no one else to even look at you."

"So that fucking equates murder in the middle of the day? I'd have rather you had fucked me in front of him."

"You would've allowed that?"

"Perhaps I wouldn't have. I wouldn't want to be arrested for fucking in public. Though I'd rather that than be arrested as a fucking serial killer."

"I told you, I'm sorry. I was jealous, but Hannibal,"

"No, no buts, this isn't a fucking I'm sorry moment. Perhaps you should fucking leave."

Will's nostrils flare, and suddenly he lunges at Hannibal, knocking them both to the ground. He hits and punches Hannibal anywhere he can reach. Hannibal's nose is bleeding, his lip, the inside of his cheek where it has been bitten when Will's fist had connected with the side of his head for the third time. "You fucking asshole."

No doubt Will can feel Hannibal's erection beneath him, Hannibal resists the urge--for now--to grind up against Will.

"I'm not leaving you." The side of his fist connects with Hannibal's sternum this time. "Don't make me leave you."

"Never, mylimasis, never would I let you fucking leave me."

"I hate you." There's no truth to his words, Hannibal knows that.

"I fucking love you too."

Finally Will notices or finally decides to acknowledge Hannibal's erection, he grinds his hips down, ass pressed firmly against Hannibal's trapped cock. Neither can keep quiet at the sensation--Hannibal groans and Will whines. Will bends down to kiss Hannibal, his face is covered in blood, it's not a bother to either of them. Will laps at the blood where it still drips from Hannibal's nose--it doesn't feel broken, thankfully, Hannibal would hate to have to set it later--he licks across Hannibal's lips, nipping at the split in them, trying to bite it open further.

Hannibal pushes Will up, there is blood smeared all over his face, "Are you fucking trying to wound me, mylimasis?"

"Who knew you had such a dirty mouth Dr. Lecter?" Will rips Hannibal's shirt open, buttons skitter across the hardwood.

"You little fuck, who do you think you are ruining my shirt?"

"Oh, boo-hoo, it's a fucking shirt." Oh, so that's how Will wants to play this.

"A shirt that you know as well as I do cost one hundred and fifty fucking dollars."

"And you have a million more. Don't be a baby, Dr. Lecter." Will grinds down onto Hannibal's cock again, nails digging into Hannibal's chest, dragging down--the scratches are not bleeding now, but he has no doubt that they will be soon.

"You insolent little fucker, you'll be sewing the buttons back on." Hannibal grabs Will's hips, lifting his own hips to press against Will's ass.

Will's nails dig in again, he's panting harshly, "You don't control me."

"Do I not?"

His nails scratch down Hannibal's chest again, nails catching on his nipples, causing him to practically growl. "No, I'm in control of myself."

Hannibal pushes and pulls Will's hips, grinding Will's ass against his cock. "Take your shirt off, mylimasis." Hlannibal's voice is low and predatory.

"Make me." Will leans down, crushing their lips together, reopening the split in Hannibal's lip, fresh blood smears across their lips.

Hannibal's hands snake between them, under Will's t-shirt, caressing his soft abdomen, before pushing him back, and yanking his shirt up. "Do not fucking challenge me again."

Will slides down onto Hannibal's thighs, hastily unbuckles his belt, yanks the button open and the zipper down, he lifts himself up on his knees to push Hannibal's pants and underwear down enough to expose his cock. It's flushed and dripping, foreskin retracted fully to expose the dark, glistening head, Will touches gently with his thumb, before jumping up, "Do not move." He pushes his own pants and underwear down, kicking them across the room. He drops back down onto Hannibal's thighs, scooting down further to take Hannibal into his mouth.

Hannibal's fingers tangle in Will's hair, "Such a good little cocksucker for me."

His throat constricts around Hannibal as he takes him further into his throat, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, smearing across Hannibal's skin. He moans around Hannibal's cock, as he slides his fingers into Hannibal's mouth.

Hannibal licks and sucks and coats them in his saliva--he knows where Will is going with this, and while he would rather grab one of the many bottles of lube stashed around their home, part of his wants it to hurt a little bit, he knows Will's body, knows what he can and cannot handle, being fucked with only spit as lube is no where near the worst thing he's endured because of Hannibal.

Will takes his saliva slick fingers and presses them into himself while focusing his attention on the head of Hannibal's cock, licking and sucking, tip of his tongue sliding into the slit, tasting Hannibal's precum before it can escape.

Hannibal groans and grunts and growls, pulling on Will's hair--to keep him down on Hannibal's cock or because he knows Will likes it, he himself is unsure of.

He pulls off of Hannibal's cock abruptly, saliva drips down the shaft. Will braces himself and sinks down, taking Hannibal inside in one swift motion. The corners of his eyes scrunch up slightly, nostrils flare out--tell tale signs of his discomfort--he grabs at Hannibal's shoulders and chest, nails digging in again, moaning high pitched and breathless.

Will fucking himself on Hannibal's cock, fast and hard. "Don't try to tell me what to do."

The nail marks Will leaves sting, his nose dully aches, his cheek intermittently throbs where he'd bitten through the flesh, but the only thing Hannibal can focus on is the tight, heat engulfing his cock. "Fuck, I will never get used to how tight you are. You will obey me, Will, you will do exactly what I want you to fucking do, or you will not come."

He braces himself--palms flat against Hannibal's chest, knees firmly on the ground on either side of Hannibal's hips--and increases his pace, fucking himself faster on Hannibal's cock, "I will come when I'm ready to come, Dr. Lecter. You cannot control how your cock hits my prostate, you can control how tightly I clench around you. I will come without your permission and you will do nothing about it, unless you'd like to go jerk yourself off. Is that what you want, Dr. Lecter?" The sounds Will makes tell Hannibal he's getting close--Hannibal is determined to make Will come first.

He grabs Will's hips--tight enough to bruise, lifting and dropping Will back onto his cock. "Fuck yourself, Will, come across my skin, smear it the scratches you've left. Let me fucking feel it."

Will bites at his own lips, stifling the pretty sounds he's making.

"No, none of that shit, let me hear you."

Will cries out above him, "Oh, fuck, ah, Hannibal."

Hannibal gets lost for a moment, staring at Will, he looks so beautiful--skin flushed light pink, skin glistening with sweat, that Hannibal wants to taste, his pupils are blown wide and his eye lids are heavy--Hannibal tries to memorize every detail so that he may draw Will this way later.

Will trembles, tightening around Hannibal's cock, "Mmhm, fuck, Hannibal, I'm sorry." Warm, sticky cum spread between them, pooling on Hannibal's stomach. Will slides his hands through it, smearing it through Hannibal's chest hair.

The scratches sting as Will's sweat and semen seep into them, but Hannibal doesn't mind. He bends his knees and thrusts up into Will's, chasing his own release. Will all but collapses onto Hannibal's chest, face pressed into his neck, panting, and moaning still. Hannibal's orgasm comes on quickly as Will's body clenches and relaxes around him. Hannibal cannot resist, he tilts his head up and bites down on the first bit of flesh he can reach--the juncture between Will's neck and shoulder--Hannibal tastes fresh blood, he laps hungrily at it as he releases deep inside of Will, thick, hot spurts of cum, coat Will's insides.

They lay there, unmoving for a long while, Hannibal's cock still inside of Will until it's gone completely soft and slips out on its own. Hannibal's back begins to ache from lying on the hardwood floor, and he can't imagine Will's knees appreciate it either.

"Apologies for getting so angry with you."

"No, Hannibal, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I need to be more careful."

"We have to leave Germany for now, you know that?"

"Yes," Will sighs, "I did really like this house."

"We'll have an even better one wherever we go. Do you have a preference, mylimasis?" Hannibal asks as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, Will seated firmly in his lap, Hannibal's arms wrapped tightly around him.

"No, not really, but wherever we go, Hannibal, I want to get a dog."

"Oh for fucks sake, I suppose it was only a matter of time until we got one, but only one, Will."

"We'll see Dr. Lecter." Will kisses him, barely more than their lips brushing together. "Let's go get cleaned up, this bite mark is killing me, and I think we need to make sure I didn't break your nose."

"Rest assured, mylimasis, my nose is not broken, but you are right, we need to get cleaned up, so I can bandage your neck."

"Wait, Hannibal, you know I didn't mean it when I said that I hated you, right?"

"I know, you were upset and I was not helping the situation."

Will nods against his neck, "Alright, carry me to the bath now, please."

#alayna writes #hannigram #hannibal bingo #nff #phone sex square and perjury square are probably the two ill finish

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whitehairedclea · 4 years

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Red Roulette part VIII

Helena sat in her office remembering Chang's words from last night. “As if I didn't know about my intuition, if it wasn't for my intuition I wouldn't open casinos in the States or raise such amount of money, you idiot” she thought. Then, for a split second, she remembered his hands holding her hand and her waist. Gently, yet firm enough to keep her from talking any more. She lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter at the corner of the desk. She quickly dispelled her memories, returning to the issue of the diamond. From the words of Chang showed that the guy did it on behalf of someone, and so probably the diamond has already been transferred to the client.

"Sebastian!"

A seconds later he appeared in the office waiting for an order.

"Bring the Spider over here immediately, maybe he will know something today that will be helpful"

"Of course, I'll get him right away," he replied and left the office quickly.

If someone did order the theft of the diamond, there must have been some trace of it on the streets. So many informants were fooling around deceiving every single profitable handful of information that such a fact of handing over the diamond could not have escaped them.

“ Mrs. Roulette! How nice ... "Spider began as soon as he entered, but Helena quickly cut off his greeting.

“Okay, finish this cirrus. Fast. Have you heard of any strange meeting last night? "

"Virtually every one in this city, as if you could be more precise"

“It's mainly about the diamond, so focus. Whatever you heard, whatever you know "

“Let's start 600,000,” he smiled.

She had no desire or time to bargain with him, so she just nodded, trying to trust her intuition that he was the only person who could move her search forward.

"I heard one guy brag about a huge amount of money earned for one thing, just one Job. Maybe not a diamond specifically, but quite a similarity"

"Well, who was it then?"

"One of the people coming to the Yellow Flag, long brown hair, possibly American, weird that’s why I remember and that's all I know."

This was more than she could figure out so far, so she thought she had found the lead. All she had to do was find this man and find out who told him to do the job. Time was running out and there was also a risk that someone would want to sell this diamond abroad. Probably worth more than all of Roanapur .

***

Sebastian headed for the Yellow Flag, a dingy bar on the main street. Inside, it was swarming with suspicious curiosities - dealers, bounty hunters, dirty workmen, prostitutes who could be hired upstairs. In all this hive, he was looking for an American with long hair.

"Hi Bao " greeted the owner "how's the deal?"

"So far so good, it's only been a week since the last damage, how r you ?"

"It's pretty good to say the casino is spinning somehow, little problems"

"Problems? What, boss has her period? " laughed, but after Sebastian's expression he retired to safer topics "so what problems?"

"I'm looking for a new stranger, he must have arrived here about two days ago, a long-haired brunette, an American, have you heard something about it?"

Bao rapped on the counter to indicate that nothing is for free. Sebastian took a bundle of money out of his pocket and asked for a mug of beer for that.

"My dear, if any connoisseur from Uncle Sam is going to roll through this town, he is sure to look into a lovely restored place like the Yellow Flag!" Bao moved closer to him so that no one would hear what he was saying "... how to tell you, the girls upstairs are definitely perfect"

Sebastian didn’t need more. He jumped up, throwing an additional tip to the bartender, and ran upstairs. Already on the stairs there were crowds of women who were Whiting for the client. Mixed voices of men and women came from everywhere. Every room felt occupied. Sebastian had to choose one to find the American.

One room caught his attention as there was no sound. He decided to try and blew the door open. Inside, a white man sat on the couch, counting quite a large mountain of money. It was obvious this guy was the one he was looking for.

In an instant, he took out the gun before he could react and pointed it at him.

"Dude what are you ?!"

"I would advise you to start talking before your brain will be on that wall over there!" he shouted.

The gun was now right at his temple.

"Who did you sell the diamond to?" Sebastian asked the distressed American.

"It's nothing personal man"

'I don't care, you stole my boss's diamond, who's not a very patient woman. If you want to get out of this, I advise you to talk, we will probably manage without you, but it will be faster,' he replied, unlocking the gun.

The American, feeling the barrel of the gun against his temple, understood how much he did not care about keeping the client's secret. He had money, keeping his life was a priority. Later he talked more than had to.

He was commissioned by an Italian named Dotti right after his arrival in Roanapur. He escaped from the Italian mafia and hid somewhere in the city, gathering his strength to take over the position of the then mafia boss. He couldn't announce his great comeback yet, so he decided to start marking his grounds with minor intimidations. Defecting Helena was to scare her and take over the casino as a new home. The plan might have worked if it had happened to someone else. Helena wasn't going to let go of such an insult, she would have pulled information about him from the city's canals to get him.

"THIS IS ALL I KNOW!" he shouted "really even the pasta makers don't know where he is. NOBODY knows, I got the money a moment ago together with the key to this room!"

There was nothing else to ask. He sheathed the gun and grabbed the bag of money, then threw them all out of the open window. Hundreds of dollars scattered across the crowded street. Seconds later, there were shouts of surprise and fights for every dollar.

"FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER WTF ?!"

'Enjoy you're alive. I'd rather blow your head off now" Sebastian replied and left.

He returned to the casino as soon as possible. It was the most important piece of information, the main puzzle to solve the whole case. They might have started working before it was too fast to spread around town that the Roulette casino could be brazenly robbed.

Sebastian shared with Helena all the clues he had obtained. Without a moment's thought, she rushed to the phone and started calling known informants if anyone had heard of Datti's location . Unfortunately, silence, no one knew him and no one heard of him since he hid from the Italian mafia.

"The little fish don't know anything or don't want to sprinkle ..." she said, looking out the window. Sebastian had the impression that she was running out of ideas on what to do next.

'Maybe actually wait for an intimidation attempt? There is a chance he'll reveal himself. ”Helena didn't let him finish, she held up a hand to silence him.

'I won't wait, Sebastian. It's a perfect night to spill some blood, "she said with a slight smile on her face, then added," If the little fish don't know anything, let's see what the shark says. "

'It means ?'

'We're going to talk to All-Knowing-Mr-Chang , I think it might be a good move.' her green eyes flashed.

Sebastian felt as if she was getting excited about this whole situation.

***

The private line telephone began to ring. Chang picked up "Cho , if they're Cubans again with cocaine in their veins, fire them, I won't play business with junkies," he dropped after a hard day. From this morning, one of the cartel people wants to sell him the idea of cracking down on cocaine in Japan. Like a drugged man, full of vision, he only wasted his time.

'Of course boss, it's just ... they're not Cubans. Red Roulette and Sebastian are here asking for a meeting'

Somewhere in the background you could hear Helena's voice, who didn't like the phrase 'ask'. She clearly tried to correct that she required this meeting.

'Let them in'

Chang began to believe that this evening was not going to be written off after all. "But there are still people in this town who can keep me entertained," he thought. A moment later he heard the clap of heels and a knock on his office door.

'Come in'

Cho entered first and signaled that they could enter. Helena straightened her red hair quickly and walked in with a serious look.

"Why do I owe such a great visit," he asked, comfortably leaning against the desk.

'I'll be short because I don't have time. I know who ordered the theft and it was Dotti , a former member of the Italian Mafia, but I have no idea where he is ' she came close enough to rest her hands on his desk. The red nails tapped gently impatiently. Her green eyes, full of fury, waited for his reply. It was only then that he noticed that there was a tiny mole on her face next to her left eye. Right at the tip , as if it was waiting to be spotted under the cover of red waves of hair. The long black dress sparkled softly in the light, and Chang wished she would take a few steps back to see her leg emerging from the slit. The louder tapping of her nails brought him back to reality. He wanted to laugh at wandering his mind, but quickly gathered his thoughts.

"Of course, I know where he is. Boss of the italian mafia still makes me laugh that he can’t find this Dotti guy. I'll help you with him, " he replied, standing to put on his jacket.

'You misunderstood me, Mr. Chang. I don't want you to help me deal with him. Just give me his location, I'll do the rest myself. '

It made the corner of his mouth turn into a devilish smile. The predator's gaze shone from behind his black glasses .

'Sorry, I misinterpreted your intentions. Then let me accompany you on this journey ”he offered her a hand, lowering his head as if inviting her to dance.

He was eager to see this confrontation unfold. And most of all, what she can do. As a new fish in town, she had to show that she could do more than sell information, otherwise it would be difficult for her. She could slide quickly to the very bottom of that Roanapur abyss .

'In that case, let's dance tonight' she smiled malevolently.

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sweetst24 · 5 years

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Inside - This is my first and fanfiction. I wrote it to process some emotions/grief. Any feedback is appreciated!!

Sam Winchester is a great man, though he doesn't think so. Constant reminders of the ones he's loved then lost cloud his vision, the pain gripping him as he falls asleep at night. Loving Sam simply was out of my hands, his soft tortured soul calling to me through the concrete walls of the bunker every night. Both being a friend and being in love brings me to our current predicament.

I got stuck in a Rye, Colorado, about 30 mins outside of Pueblo. A nest of vampires had set up shop, attacking people in Pueblo, bringing them back to the nest for a slow feeding. Cleaning out the nest was a job, but nothing I couldn't handle.

After dropping people at the hospital, my car broke down, so I thought I'd hop the bus in Pueblo to get back to Lebanon without bothering the boys. I figured I'd be home by morning, have a nice weekend. Wash day was Saturday and I was due for a deep condition because natural hair is plenty of upkeep, especially when you constantly shower in shitty motel bathrooms.

I usually don't spend my weekend in holding cells but using a fake ID to buy a bus ticket generally does that. We have contingency plans for situations like this, but I'm having doubts since the dark of night is slipping into the third day without my freedom.

"Psst. Y/n? Are you awake sweetheart?" Dean silently tries to get my attention while cracking open the door to the holding cell.

"Of course I am! Where have you been?" I whisper-yell trying my best not to wake Bess and Tess, my very cozy, very drunk cellmates.

"You can't rush perfection, sweetheart. Plus it's only been two days." Dean sassed, face crunched together, muttering something along the lines of 'spoiled brat'.

"Look, can you please tell me what the plan is before I chop you in the throat," Dean's face deadpanned while he puffed up his chest looking for a fight.

"You want to put that pretty hand on my neck so bad, don't you sweetheart, but I'm guessing Sammy won't appreciate that, will he?" Dean jabbing at that soft spot shut me up quickly, pain weighing heavily causing me to drop my head in defeat. Realization crosses Dean's face, knowing his joke reached too far, especially now when the relationship between Sammy and I is not ideal. Dean pulls me into a much needed hug.

"Look, y/n, I'm sorry. Let's get you out of here." Dean placed me in cuffs and starting pulling me from the cell.

"Come on D, can't I just pretend to be a deep cover spy or something??" I whined loudly.

"Look, deputy Doolittle thinks you ran off from a safe house to see your boy toy. So don't blow the witness protection cover or I'll leave you here."

As we stepped outside, the early morning chill erupted goosebumps across my body, forcing me to shiver.

"You should've thought of that before doing something so stupid," Dean gruffed while walking me over to Baby.

"Can you at least take the cuffs off?" I whined as Dean briefly stopped, then continued dragging me to Baby. "My body feels terrible and I don't feel like arguing about how I did the right thing," barely audible above the dragging of my feet.

"No, y/n, you did not do the right thing. The right thing would've been to call me or Sammy to come get you. Instead, you made a fool of yourself and now you have to own it."

As Dean tossed me into the back seat, I defiantly removed the cuffs, tossing them in the driver's seat. As soon as my criminal act was complete, I had the overwhelming urge to not turn to the passenger seat. But I noted that Dean was waiting outside of Baby as not to interrupt the conversation that was no doubt about to start in the car.

Closing my eyes, I turn to the right, peeking through my lashes in a failed attempt to pretend I don't see him but...There was Samuel. His syrupy-brown hair tucked neatly behind his ears. Looks of "explain yourself" and "I'm sorry it took so long" fighting for dominance on his face, ultimately the much needed explanation winning out.

"Y/n..." Sam lowly stated, voice as even as possible.

"That's me," I huff with a half-hearted wave.

"You know what I'm going to say. After everything we've been through lately why didn't you call me, or Dean, or Castiel, or Hell even Jody! Someone should know what's going on! Communication is everything for hunters and you know better."

Sam stared with so much emotion it almost broke me, but his questions were met with my silence.

"Fine. You aren't going to answer me now but you will before you walk into our home." Sam affirmed.

Sam startled me. Though I could see where he was coming from, everything being so MESSY. I should've called. But I was not wrong about riding the bus. Besides, a little time away from the bunker, and the boys, with my thoughts couldn't hurt, right?

Sam waves for Dean to get in the car so we could begin our long, tension-filled, 6 hour drive to the bunker. It was a relief to be headed home after spending a few days away to clear my head. Everything was so complicated because of the night that I called the best of my life. The night I fell into bed with Sam.

-flashback-

Nice and rainy. My favorite weather. Being able to be comfy cozy with a nice mug of tea and Netflix was the shit. Rewatching Princess and the Frog for the thousandth time just seemed like the best thing for a rainy day. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my time alone, but time alone with Sam was a particularly rare occurrence, especially when he wants to be in the same room with me.

Sam choose to wear his regular ass hunter's 'uniform' of a plaid shirt and jeans. Although, I made note that he decided to wear my favorite of his collection, the hunter green with blue block pattern. I thought it brought out the striking beauty in his eyes, the balance of the two colors precariously placed in his irises. He sat close enough that I wasn't nervous but I was getting distracted by the way he ate his popcorn, arm flexing in his tight sleeve.

"Why are we watching this again?" Sam inquired about the apparent Tiana streak we were on.

"Because. Why, you got a problem with representation? I just, see myself in her, and plus Prince Naveen... Do I have to say more or," I laughed, head cocked back as I finished the thought while Sam shook his head next to me.

Then, it happened. Once I stopped cackling like a weirdo Sam placed his arm around me, bringing me close to his side while he watched the movie, a slight blush on his cheeks. I didn't realize I was staring at him until Tiana's alarm clock went off, prompting me to jump out of reflex. Sam suddenly turned to me with a concerned look on his face that melted away once he realized what happened.

For a split second I thought I should stop myself. But, YOLO. Before I could react, Sam kissed me passionately, grabbing my twist-out, making me moan. I climbed up on his lap, grinding his massive imprint through my sweats. Sam tasted sweet, and I knew that that tasted sweeter. I slid down onto the floor, removing my sweater and t-shirt, unbuckling his pants. Sam let out a loud growl.

"Y/n, please get up. If you do that... right now. I need you, y/n, now."

As I slowly stood, Sam picked me up, staring into my eyes, and gently placed me on my bed. Quicker than I could blink, Sam ripped off my sweats.

I moaned, "Sam."

"I need to be inside of you," Sam growled while looking deep into my eyes.

He took his time, driving me insane, driving slowly in and out of me, not yet giving me the full length of his masterpiece. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something deeper flash through, not just sex, but love. Strong, passionate, unconditional love that you only read about. It took my breath away, gasping, Sam eyes widening, fear crossing his features as he realizes what I saw. In that intense moment, Sam thrust all the way into me, both of us shouting unintelligible phrases that sounded like animals.

"I... Please.. don't... Leave... Ahh..." Sam's affirmation of love, shocking, but looking in his eyes I knew he was telling the truth.

Faster, faster, faster. Our orgasms syncing, our eyes never wavering from one another. When suddenly stars, lights filled my eyes as the feeling of euphoria washed over me, the both of us collapsing on the bed, completely exhausted.

"Sam. We have to... We have to do that again... Again." I gasped out as Sam attempted to cover us with a light blanket behind me, failing from exhaustion.

"... Please... " Sam chuckled.

Thanks for reading part one.

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#supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x y/n #Sam Winchester x black!reader

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katedrakeohd · 5 years

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A Stolen Moment - Part 3

A The Royal Masquerade Fanfiction

Part One / Part Two

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Cast of Characters: (MC) Julia Aster, Kayden Vescovi, Teapot the guard, various marketplace folk.

Rated: PG

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Part Three : The Mariner and the Maiden

I nudge my horse to follow Kaydan as he pulls away from the line of carriages. After turning a bend in the road the sound of the carriage wheels and trotting horses fades and as I look over at Kaydan he seems to have relaxed a little.

"A change of scenery is nice." I venture, still feeling uncertain about where Kaydan is leading me.

When he looks over at me his usual stoic, unreadable expression has fallen away, and he gives me a happy smile that lights up his whole face.

"This kind of change is welcome. It feels like a lifetime since I've explored town as a free man without responsibilities."

I laugh, "You're still responsible for me, and to get us back before we're missed."

He nods, "Be that as it may, for now I don't want us to be Crown Shield or Lady Aster. Let's escape from that life and choose to be other people, if only for a short time."

As the bustling marketplace on the edge of town comes into view I feel a sense of wonder at the crowd of people and the brightly colored awnings.

"Who shall we be then?" I ask, as I look at the various people in the market for inspiration.

Kaydan looks at me for a long moment and then leads us toward a hotel next to the market. He dismounts his horse and ties it to a hitching post and then secures my horse before offering his help to get me down.

The slippery fabric of my dress causes me to slide sideways out of the saddle too quickly and with a yelp of surprise I find myself falling down on top of him. Somehow he manages to catch me in his arms, although he has to shuffle his feet a bit to not end up on the ground himself.

As he holds me tightly against his chest I can feel him start to laugh. "If I remember correctly this is the second time you've fallen into my arms."

Trying to catch my breath from the shock of falling I suddenly realize how close my lips are to his. I touch his cheek and smile, dropping my voice to a whisper, "Thankyou Kaydan, now perhaps you should put me down. People are staring."

I can feel his body stiffen momentarily, as he blushes and gently puts me down on my feet.

Fixing my skirt and then brushing my hair back over my shoulder, I try to push aside how intimate it had felt to be held in his arms so tightly. "So what were we talking about?"

Kaydan is busy putting his riding gloves in his saddle bag, and I notice he's having trouble meeting my eyes. He's so cute when he gets all flustered. Clearing his throat he straightens up and takes a quick glance around the market.

"We were going to choose new identities so we could escape court for a moment."

"Oh that's right, such a clever idea. You choose for me and then I'll choose for you." I say.

He looks at me for a few seconds, and I can only guess at what he's thinking. Finally he starts walking toward the lineup of shopping stalls and I hurry to catch up.

"I'd choose an Artist or Painter for you. As a scribe you're no stranger to holding a quill and making intricate designs on paper. I can easily imagine you as a Great Master's apprentice walking around the market looking for inspiration."

I quirk an eyebrow, "That's oddly specific, you think I'd be a good painter?"

"You're highly intelligent and are used to working independently just as a painter would. I've seen your creativity in action as you easily adapt to any situation, just like a painter might improvise with colour to make something uniquely their own creation."

I can't help but smile at his unexpected compliments. "Why thankyou kindly, I accept. Just like a painter, as a scribe I was no stranger to having my fingers stained by my medium. So you've chosen well."

He nods, offering me his arm, I smile as I tuck my hand in the crook of his elbow. As we stroll toward the market vendors together he asks, "So what's my story then? Julia the artist. Paint me a picture."

"Well let me see. You're a mariner on leave and looking for some fun before you have to go back to sea. And while you're ashore you meet a beautiful young painter in search of her next masterpiece."

"A mariner you say?"

"Yes, a mariner and a poet. Your fellow shipmates are so jealous of your prowess with words, and demand that you tell them stories every night as they lay in their bunks."

Kaydan laughs, "I'm hardly a storyteller, definitely not a poet."

I smile and give his arm a squeeze, "Oh I don't know about that. I've seen you with your fellow guardsmen, and there's no doubt they're a colorful bunch. I bet you could tell me a story about each of them."

Kaydan chuckles, blushing a bit as he lowers his voice. "None fit for a Lady's ears I'm afraid."

"I don't know Kaydan, what would you tell them about today? Is your company not worthy of inspiring a few words?"

He looks at me as if his story is written all over my face, and as his eyes linger on me I see a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. "I say that story hasn't been written yet. And if I were to put quill to paper I would surely keep this story for myself."

Between the kaleidoscope of sights and sounds of the market and the pleasure of having Kaydan at my side I feel positively giddy with excitement. But I can't resist the urge to take my 'Mariner' off of guard duty.

"Well this muse needs to stretch her legs a little. There's plenty of market to see so let's split up, and explore. Come find me later and we'll see where our story goes."

"Are you ok wandering the market alone? You know this goes against every bit of my training as a guard." He warns, looking concerned.

"Aha, well you're not a guard at the moment. You're a mariner out looking for treasures. Besides like you said I'm independent, capable and smart. And in this dress I stand out like a sail on the horizon anyway. I'm not going to run away, just keep an eye on me and I'll keep an eye out for you."

With a sigh Kaydan steps away from me, "Ok fine, we'll explore the market separately. But only for a little while."

"I promise if anything bad happens I'll scream and make a fuss, so that you can come running and be my knight in leather armor."

While Kaydan reluctantly blends into the crowd of people. I choose a parallel path of market vendors and check out the wares. Under an awning woven with a colorful design, I approach a lady wearing flowing robes. She's standing behind a display of delicate glass bottles. Some have wooden or glass stoppers and others are open to be smelled or sampled. From the mixed spicy, floral and musky aromas I can tell she's selling perfumes.

She smiles at me, "Good morrow to you M'lady, would you care to sample a new scent today?"

"Yes, that would be lovely."

"Something sweet and floral or something musky with a hint of spice?"

Being around Kaydan I'm reminded of the strong scent of musk and leather. Which works nicely on him. My own toiletries table always has rosewater and citrusy scents for me to wear thanks to my sister Annalise. Today I want something different.

"Do you have anything spicy and floral? I'm trying to draw someone's attention."

The lady smiles and picks up an empty bottle, she adds a few drops from various other bottles and then a clear liquid to dilute them. After placing the stopper she gives it a little shake and then hands me the dampened cap to sniff.

"Tell me what you think of this." She says with a grin.

Bringing the cap to my nose I'm assaulted by a heady dizzying scent of flowers and some kind of unknown spice. It makes me cough at first, but then as I catch a whiff on the breeze I inhale deeply and the scent mellows to something more pleasant.

"I like it. I'll take the whole bottle."

I hand her the cap and she secures it to the bottle and then I give her some coins from my purse. She wraps the bottle in a scrap of cloth and then hands it to me. As other people gather around me to look at her perfumes, I nod my thanks and move on.

Undoing the cap I dab some of the perfume on my neck and into my hair at the nape. I'm hoping Kaydan notices it, but I feel a knot in my stomach at the thought of Hector smelling it too. I have no interest in being matched with another strange suitor, but my duty to the Crown requires it. I tuck the bottle away in my pocket, and move along the row.

Looking across through the crowd I search for Kaydan. A catch sight of a pair of broad shoulders and a head of dark hair but he's turned away from me and I'm not sure if it's him.

I quickly pass by a group of vendors hocking various meats and roasted animals on sticks that make my stomach turn in unhappy ways. And then I come across a kindly middle aged woman sitting quietly and knitting behind her display of various handmade objects of leather and wood.

I still have a few coins left and I want to buy something for Kaydan. The objects vary from hand carved wooden chess sets, boxes of gambling dice, various leather belts and pieces of braided jewelry and a collection of small leather bound books.

I'm hoping any of these things might bring him some enjoyment, whether he played games with his fellow guards or needed replacement leather pieces for whatever. But as a lover of books myself it's those that catch my eye. I run my finger along the spine of a brown book with an embossed leather cover.

The lady smiles at me, and sets her needlework aside. "Good day to you Ma'am is there something that catches your interest?"

I smile as I pick up the book and hold it out to her, "Yes, what can you tell me about these books?"

"They're books rescued from the private library of a nobleman who had no heirs to pass them down to. The new Duke and Duchess of Valtoria had no use for them when they took over the manor and decided to renovate."

Looking down at the book in my hand, and at all the other books. I can't believe my good fortune at finding these lost treasures, but alas I only have enough coins for one. Opening the book I see it's a handwritten journal containing snippets of poetry. Apart from the first handful of pages the rest are blank.

When I had given Kaydan the book from my sister's collection, he had admitted to not owning any. With this journal he would have two, and hopefully he'll be inspired to write down his thoughts when he has time alone. I don't know how often he gets the chance to read, especially amidst the company of his fellow guards. But I want him to have something else to remember me by once my marriage to Hector takes me away from him. Thinking about Hector makes me feel uncomfortable, but I shake it off and offer to pay for the journal.

The lady smiles, holding up her hand and shaking her head. "You were kind enough to show interest in a piece of someone who was dear to me, please just take it and give it a loving home."

"Are you sure? I can offer a few coins for your trouble."

"I'm sure, pass it along to someone you love so that his words aren't forgotten."

I smile and shake the hand of the woman after she wraps the book up for me. "Thankyou so much."

With a nod she goes back to her chair and resumes her knitting.

Tucking the wrapped book under my arm I continue to the end of the market and find myself in the middle of the town square. A small crowd has gathered to listen to a trio of stringed musicians. Their lively tune has many people clapping hands or tapping their feet. A few brave souls have even paired up to dance.

I'm thoroughly engrossed in the entertainment and don't hear Kaydan approach me from behind. When he places his hand gently on my arm I gasp and stumble back into him. "Kaydan! You frightened me."

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "That's the fun part, because catching you off guard means you end up in my arms."

I grin and nudge him on the arm as he steps in next to be, "Is this the mariner talking? Be careful there Kaydan, lest your verbal innuendo earn you the same nefarious reputation as your brother Cyrus."

"Half-.."

"Sorry, half-brother."

Kaydan shakes his head looking slightly offended, "I would have to crawl on my belly in the muck in order to stoop low enough to reach his level of depravity."

"Relax I'm only playing with you. I know you're a much more honorable man than Cyrus could ever hope to be."

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