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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

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spikesbimbo · 4 years

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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A @starseternalnighttriumphant X @empire-of-wildfire CHRISTMAS MINI-FIC COLLABORATION

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Cassian Laskaris’s personal phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, causing him to frown. Almost no one bothered him on his phone while he was at work, so he fished it out of the deep pocket and looked at the name that flashed on the screen. A sigh followed by a small smirk, he answered the call and put the phone up to his ear.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Funny,” Rhys answered, voice full of amusement. “I was just checking for cold feet.”

“Are you sure you meant to call me and not Feyre?” Cassian drawled.

“Hers are warm and currently playing footsie with mine.” There was a shuffle and Feyre’s tinkling laugh in the background. “I just want to make sure you’re actually coming.”

Rhys’s worry was genuine, but it still grated Cassian’s nerves. He had promised his found brother he would be there for his wedding, and Cassian was many things, but he never broke his promises to the people he loved.

“Yes, bastard brother of mine,” Cassian sighed, spinning in his office chair. “I leave in the morning. I’ll see your ugly face tomorrow.”

His door opened, a beautiful dark haired, deeply tanned skin woman walking in, her hips swinging. Emerie smirked at him, holding a folder, and he took his time dragging his eyes over her. She looked extremely good in that tight black dress and he wanted to—

“Are you still there?”

“Sorry,” Cassian muttered, leashing his dirty thoughts. Now wasn’t the time. “Yes, Rhys, I’ll be there. I have everything set up, I’ll see you around one or two p.m.”

He hung up before Rhys could say anything else, turning his womanizing smile towards Emerie. She had started at the firm less than a year ago, and Cassian knew he shouldn’t have spent most of the time fooling around with her. But she was a good distraction, and she didn’t want anything from him besides friendship with benefits. She was also the only woman that had lasted this long in the past four years since he’d left Velaris. Most women only made it a few weeks, maybe a month or two.

“Dinner tonight before I leave?” he asked as she handed him the folder containing his next high profile law case.

“My pleasure,” she purred, winking as she left.

Despite Rhys’s protests, Cassian had decided to rent a car and stay at one of the two hotels in Velaris. He hadn’t been home once in four years; he felt awkward even being back in his old stomping grounds without the subtle tension his presence in Rhys and Feyre’s home would bring. He didn’t fit in anymore, and though his brother would never admit it, Cassian knew it was better to keep a distance. And he knew Rhys and Feyre would be busy with wedding planning, and his intrusion in their house would probably create more stress since he was staying through Christmas until the day after New Years, their wedding on the very first day of the year. Rhys and Feyre were disgustingly romantic like that.

After checking into the hotel and letting Rhys know he was on his way, Cassian decided last minute to take the scenic route to his brother’s home. He wasn’t sure what had pushed him to do it; curiosity, maybe. He hadn’t been home in four years.

Velaris hadn’t changed much in the years since he’d been gone. Honestly it was like looking into a time capsule— everything was almost identical to how it had been when he’d blown out of town to chase his dreams. Driving through the small town, he was immediately transported back in time to his high school and college days.

Ahead on his right was the park where he’d met Feyre, Nesta, and Elain not long after the Archeron family had moved to Velaris. He still remembered that night perfectly: he’d been having a normal conversation with Azriel when Feyre walked over, her sisters in tow, and his entire world had stopped the moment his eyes fell on Nesta. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Dressed simply in a gray t-shirt dress and sandals, her long golden brown hair was braided around her head. Cassian remembered marveling, knowing that something so intricate had to have taken quite a bit of time. Nesta hadn’t appreciated the staring, and made sure to tell him as much as soon as she walked up to him.

He abruptly shook himself out of the memory, trying to focus on driving so he didn’t get lost in his past and the girl who still haunted his dreams even four years later. But then just a bit further down the road, there was the restaurant where he’d taken her on their first date, almost a year after he’d met her. It had taken him so long to get her to go out with him, he honestly thought she’d just agreed to get him to leave her alone. But that night he’d walked her to the door and he’d said goodnight, not wanting to push her too far. He had moved to leave when she’d grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him. Nesta was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted, even back then, and that first kiss broke and remade him all at once.

The entire drive to Rhys’s house was a lot of the same. He passed their spot, a hidden trail leading back to a small lake that he’d taken Nesta to after six months of dating, which was where they had their first time. He still sometimes got embarrassed at how awkward he’d been then. He passed the Archeron’s old house, now occupied by a different family, which was where he told her he loved her for the first time. Everywhere he turned, memories of him and Nesta haunted him like a ghost. It left him unsettled, that despite years of silence and trying to forget and move on, Nesta was still so much a part of who he was.

He was glad when he finally pulled Rhys’s driveway, able to put the memories of the past to bed and focus on the present. His excitement at being home increased exponentially as he got out of the car; he’d missed his brothers, and despite how infrequently they communicated he still loved his family fiercely.

He knocked on the door twice and within seconds it was opening. He hadn’t expected it to be the tall and lithe woman his brother had been in love with nearly a decade, but his grin was genuine as Feyre laughed in delight and all but jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. He wrapped a strong arm around her, hefting her up as he pushed further into their house. He set her down and he ruffled her hair when she looked back at him.

She batted his hand away. “I was worried I wouldn’t recognize you.”

He raised a brow. “I’m hurt. It’s only been a few years.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned towards the staircase. “Rhys, my favorite brother is here!”

Cassian laughed as Rhys came down the stairs, shaking his head. “Gone four years and you’re already trying to steal my fiancée, brother.”

The two hugged firmly, and Cassian tried to ignore the tightness in his throat. He remembered the last time he’d seen Rhys in person. It had been a year after he left, and his brother had all but begged him to come home. But Cassian had been so entrenched in his work, climbing up the ladder at the law office he’d joined, and he’d refused. It had led to a huge argument, and though it had long since been resolved, Cassian still thought about it almost everyday.

“It’s good to see you,” Rhys told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I hope you’re ready for some wedding planning because we have about five more seconds before Feyre darling sends you out on a task.”

Feyre’s slim hand smacked Rhys’s arm. “I was going to ease him into it.”

Cassian huffed a laugh, meeting his future sister-in-law’s eyes. “Tell me what you need.”

Feyre rattled off that she needed him to pick up all the stationary waiting at the printing shop, place cards and thank you notes and custom signs to scatter around the wedding venue. She gave him the receipt and told him where it was, even though it was unnecessary. It seemed that nothing had changed in this small town, and that included the local printing shop. He was willing to bet it was still owned by the same old woman that had printed their graduation announcements so many years ago.

The shop was near the town center, and he parked on the side of the road next to the library. He got out and looked at the towering structure, knowing that it used to be the town hall hundreds of years ago when Velaris used to only have a few hundred people. Now it was the library, and his mind drifted back to spending summers there, doing book reports on books he never actually read. He remembered finding Nesta there the next week after he’d met her and her sisters, nestled in a quiet corner with a book in her hands.

He’d been surprised; he’d only known her for a week but she had struck him as the reading type. He remembered he had come up to her to talk to her and she’d hid the book behind her back, a light blush staining her cheeks, taking his breath away which he had tried to hide with a laugh. He’d managed to grab the book from her hands and saw that it was one of the smutty romances that were in the adult section that he and his brothers had snickered at as young teens.

A slight smile turned his lips up as he remembered how embarrassed and angry she’d been, and how she’d gotten him back by “accidentally” spilling her drink all over his pants during lunch. He’d been mocked for weeks.

He blinked, pulling himself out of the memory, shaking his head slightly. Gods, he was going to go insane if he stayed in this town longer than he had to. It was bad enough he was here for over a week. He’d have to stay holed up in his hotel room as much as possible if he wanted to escape wave after wave of memories and nostalgia that seemed to crash into him without any warning.

Cassian headed down the street and grabbed all the wedding stationary from the printing shop. Sure enough, it was that same old lady. And she’d been delighted that he was back in town, patting his cheeks and telling him to come by before he left. He’d given her his charming grin, but he’d left feeling… off.

The drive back to Rhys and Feyre’s house was a blur, trying not to let his mind wander as he pulled into the driveway. Hefting the large paper bags that held everything Feyre had ordered, he walked up the steps and reached for the doorknob with his free hand.

The door opened before his fingers even brushed the cool metal, a figure he’d almost mistaken as Feyre standing in the doorway. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, her golden brown hair braided in that all too familiar crown around her head. Her smooth, flawless face froze in an expression of pure shock, her full lips falling open as she stared at him.

He knew his own mouth was hanging open, his heart in his throat as he met the steel blue gaze of the woman he had known better than he’d known himself. A woman he’d loved fiercely for almost seven years, a face that haunted his dreams even when he tried so hard to forget her.

He hadn’t seen her, handn’t heard from her, hadn’t even heard her voice in four years but Nesta Archeron’s silky tone still managed to raise goosebumps along his skin as she blurted out, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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FAM

F/M Pairing: Fem!Reader x Lee Minho (SKZ)

Word Count: 2.4K

Genre: Hybrid AU; Strangers to Lovers AU

Warnings: None!!

Summary: You weren’t entirely sure about adopting a hybrid, but your friends insisted that you have someone to keep you company in the giant apartment where you lived alone. But you never imagined how much you were missing out on, until you also fell in love...

A/N: I’m trying my hand at writing hybrid AUs, so please forgive me if it isn’t up to expectation! Tagging @skzwriternet as usual!!

The adoption center was located in a giant brick building at the center of the downtown district where traffic was always heavy, and swarms of people migrated together to walk down the crowded sidewalks as a means of occupying their time on the weekends.

But you were hardly the type to enjoy such things, and you and your friends often spent time in each other’s apartments as opposed to dealing with the claustrophobia of the 5:00 rush hour. But on this afternoon in particular, you carefully navigated the intersections and bustling extensions to find a parking spot in the freshly paved lot of the adoption center. Because you were finally going to meet the cat hybrid that you had recently adopted after a lot of pressure from your friends and several hours scrolling through the online website.

Eventually, after an interesting internal-debate, your eyes were drawn to a hybrid cat with calico-colored ears, and the bright green of his eyes had captured your heart in an instant. From there, you didn’t need any more intervention to call the shelter and arrange a time to meet them at the center to pick-up your new friend. Even though you didn’t know much about taking care of a hybrid, you had spent the past week reading anything that you could get your hands on.

You were feeling both confident and excited when you offered your name to the receptionist upon your arrival, and she offered to bring Minho out to you. “He’s been here for so long,” she explained. “His last owners brought him in before they moved.”

“They gave him up?” you asked, appalled at the idea.

However, the receptionist merely shrugged, and you had a feeling that this sort of thing happened all the time. “Well, let me get everything arranged for you,” the receptionist said, and you lingered around the lobby while you waited, flexing your fingers because you had already signed so much paperwork.

But it was all worth it when you saw him for the first time, looking at you with the same green eyes that had first captivated your attention. “Y/N,” the receptionist said. “This is Minho.”

You shuffled in place, pasting on your best smile as you studied the hybrid. “Nice to meet you, Minho,” you said. “I hope we can get along well.”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, and you were a little caught off-guard by his nonchalant attitude, but the receptionist was positively beaming and you finished signing all the required forms before you brought Minho outside to your parked SUV.

“I hope you’re comfortable,” you said to make conversation on the drive home. So far, even with your introverted tendencies taken into consideration, you were having a hard time maintaining a conversation with him. “I redesigned the guest room for you.”

“That’s fine,” Minho said, and you took a deep breath because you weren’t expecting him to be so dismissive. But maybe he wasn’t the type who talked very much after just meting someone for the first time, and you could understand the value of your silence. Still, you only wished that it didn’t feel so awkward, returning to your apartment only to watch Minho barricade himself inside his room for the rest of the night.

From thenceforth, life with Minho...was the opposite of what you expected.

Instead of living together cohesively, and enjoying the company of someone else in the apartment, you found yourself seriously questioning whether or not you had made the right decision in adopting him. For starters, he never left his room, and you only ever saw him on rare occasions when he needed to use the bathroom, or to grab his dinner from the table. Which leads you directly to your next point: other than rushed greetings in passing, Minho never spoke to you.

And that was certainly not something that you were okay with, especially considering the fact that it felt like you were living with a total stranger. But when you brought it up to your friends and colleagues, they assured you that he just needed more time to adjust: “Maybe buy him something that Cat Hybrids really enjoy?”

So, you did, and the price of the rare treats was a major blow to your checking account, but you were desperate to get a reaction from him. And you were incredibly disappointed when he ignored the treats on the table, choosing instead to pretend like they didn’t even exist. However, that’s where you drew the line, deciding to confront Minho about your scarce interactions.

But when you stepped into his bedroom unannounced, you realized that he was absent, which meant that he was probably showering. In the meantime, while you waited for him to return, you cautiously studied the little knick-knacks and photos displayed all around the room on the shelves you had installed. Apparently, Minho was quite sentimental, and you paused on a picture of Minho smiling next to another cat hybrid who was similar in age and appearance...

“Please don’t touch that,” a guttural voice interrupted your thoughts, and you nearly had a heart attack as you returned the decorative picture frame and turned around to face Minho.

“I’m sorry,” you said, swallowing hard because you felt guilty about messing with his things. “I was waiting for you to get back.”

Minho nodded, choosing to walk around you to peruse the collection of papers stacked on top of his desk. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah...” you started, trailing off when you glanced back at the picture. “Who is that with you?”

Minho sighed at your question, and he pursed his lips like he was considering whether or not he wanted to respond. “He’s my little brother,” Minho eventually relented, and he returned to his files while you studied him with an enlightened understanding of the mercurial hybrid.

“You were separated,” you said, more as a statement rather than an actual question, but Minho still nodded. “What’s his name?”

“Jisung, and I’ve been looking for him,” he said. “But none of the registries match.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb turned on inside your head, and you connected the dots as you realized that the files on Minho’s desk were all documents recording the names of the Hybrids registered with the government - as mandated several years ago.

“I’ll help you find him,” you said, and you could tell that Minho was affected, shoulders rising even as he remained facing away from you.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because nobody deserves what you’ve gone through,” you said. “I adopted you because I wanted a companion, but there’s more than enough room for another Hybrid.”

He was silent for a moment, and neither of you even took a chance on interrupting the tension until Minho spun around with evidence of fresh tears in his green eyes. “Thank you,” he said, but you didn’t need any gratitude for doing something that you knew was right.

“Let me help you,” you continued. “I’ll do whatever it takes, and you don’t have to avoid me anymore. I think it would be nice if we lived together as a family.”

Minho nodded, and he swiped the sleeve of his shirt beneath his eyes. “I’m sorry for ignoring you....I thought you might send me back to the shelter.”

“I wouldn’t,” you said. “I chose to take on this responsibility, and I’m not the type to just give-up if something proves to be more difficult than I thought.”

“But I made it hard...”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you interrupted him, chancing a few steps closer to place your hand on his shoulder - a soothing gesture. “Let’s find your little brother, okay?”

“Okay,” Minho agreed, and, for the first time since you met, he even managed some semblance of a smile.

Over the course of following two weeks, you and Minho continued to grow even closer as you relentlessly searched for his little brother - constantly reassuring him to never lose hope.

You could tell that he was growing disenchanted with your repeated failures, and you always did your best to improve his moods. You studied him closely, discovering little things that he liked - K-dramas with cheesy endings, chocolate-flavored sweet things, and the feeling of warm towels straight out of the dryer that you always left on his bed after cleaning them.

Each night, you made Minho’s favorite dishes, and the two of you sat together in the living room and ate dinner while watching TV - making jokes about the characters or plot on-screen. It turned out that Minho was very personable, but you had to be very patient to understand his intricate layers. You had to be compassionate and empathetic, and you slowly earned his trust and watched him open up to you. Especially when you would sit together as the kitchen table and search databases online while calling as many adoptions centers as you could find in search of his brother.

“Are you tried?” he asked one night as the two of you finished the last of your calls for the evening.

“Not really,” you replied, but you weren’t expecting him to reach out to skim his fingers over the skin beneath your eyes.

“You have dark circles,” Minho explained, but you found yourself whole-heatedly captivated by a pair of electric green eyes, drawing you closer until the soft brush of his lips across your own snatched you into a hypnosis of pleasure.

The feeling was warm - like something that had been missing, but then rediscovered to make all the pieces match around the edges, and there was nothing left but a comfortable glow sitting on your shoulders as you resisted the urge to hasten the exchange and deepen the tender presses of your lips together.

Unfortunately, the sound of your phone ringing broke the two of you apart, and you sat back with a start as you listened the delicate thud of your heart beating loudly inside your ears. “Hello?” you spoke into the receiver, and you were embarrassed by your breathless tone.

“Hi, is this Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, this is she,” you said, avoiding Minho’s gaze as you tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“Perfect! My name is Elise, and I work the adoption center in upper Manhattan. Apparently, you called us earlier about a hybrid registered as Jisung? We just wanted to let you know that some files got mixed up, but we have him here for you safe and sound!”

“Really?” you replied, excitement coursing through your veins as you relayed the news to Minho whose eyes lit up like he was seeing the entire world unfold right in front of him. “Please keep him safe for the night. I’ll be in tomorrow to formally adopt him.”

It turned out that Jisung was the complete opposite of Minho: loud and outgoing, he walked inside your apartment while chattering away about the wallpaper color and other trivial details that made you laugh at his eagerness.

You were amused by his observations, watching as Minho gave him a tour of the apartment while keeping an arm around his shoulders. It was both a protective gesture and an affectionate one, and you were glad to see Minho and Jisung reunited after such a complicated spell of time apart. They deserved nothing more to be together - you could tell that they loved each other, and their easygoing chemistry revealed a complex history that exposed the depth of a brotherly relationship.

But you and Minho had discovered that the two brothers had been separated somewhere between their last transition between owners. It seemed that the couple who had adopted them didn’t care to ensure that the brothers stayed together, and they mishandled the entire process. The situation itself angered you to no end because you couldn’t imagine how cruel a person must be to disregard someone else’s thoughts and feelings simply because they weren’t entirely human.

“So, what do you think?” you asked Jisung when he finally started to unpack his minimal belongings in the guestroom that he would be sharing with Minho. “It might be a little small...”

“Are you kidding?” Jisung interrupted. “I love it!”

“Really?” you wondered, glancing at Minho when his hand found yours, weaving your fingers together with a squeeze.

“Better than the shelter,” Jisung said. “Seriously? I’m so incredibly grateful that you went out of your way to find me.”

“Of course,” you said. “I’m glad to have you here with us.”

“That has a nice ring to it,” Jisung said, and he sat down on the edge of his bed with a sigh.

“You should rest,” Minho suggested. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah,” Jisung agreed, and he shot you another grateful smile. “Thank you again, Y/N! For everything.”

You nodded with a contented sigh, allowing Minho to drag you out of the bedroom to allow Jisung some time to himself. Meanwhile, you and Minho enjoyed one another’s company on the couch in the living room, playing a drama in the background while you sat in his lap, sharing heavy kisses and oxygen while scratching your fingernails behind his ears where you had discovered that he was sensitive.

“This is okay, right?” Minho asked at one point, pulling back to look at you with wide eyes. “I mean, we haven’t really talked about this...thing.”

“Thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “You mean our relationship?”

“Is that what it is?” Minho questioned. “Like...a boyfriend type of thing.”

“If you want,” you agreed, and you were more than amused by his choice of words. “I like you a lot.”

“I like you too,” Minho agreed with a furious shake of his head, followed by his nose sniffing across your collarbone. “You smell good.”

“Thanks?”

“I -uh - it’s a hybrid thing,” Minho said, and you practically snorting from your uncontrollable laughter.

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me,” you reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “I’m glad to have you and Jisung here with me, and I think we’ll make a pretty good team together.”

“That sounds nice,” Minho said. “Does that mean we can keep kissing?”

“Isn’t that what boyfriends do?” you grinned, and Minho returned your smile before kissing you senseless with his hands wrapped around your waist - fitting perfectly against your curves like they had always belonged there.

It was everything beyond your expectation, and you knew that your life was about to become very interesting...

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bao3bei4 · 4 years

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i have basically covered the material in this post several times on my twitter. but this is, in my opinion, the only s*xy t*mes with w*ngxian take you need.

(cw transphobia, transphobic slurs, antiblack racism, mentions of csa and bestiality in fiction)

edit 6/10/21: hi! i’m realizing people are still reading this! this was written in response to aja romano’s vox article on the fic that was published in late february of this year. i had been frustrated with how their article seemed to miss the point in many ways, because they never talked about the substance of the fic. which, i mean, fair. i wouldn’t want to read a 1million word fic either.

but i already had, so i thought i’d write about some things that i believed needed to be part of the conversation. namely, that its author wasn’t a harmless troll, but a person i genuinely disliked who i believed should be deplatformed.

i think virtual1979 is a bad person.

i think a lot of people mainly know about sexy times the phenomenon more than they do sexy times the fic itself. i have the dubious honor of being one of the few people who has actually read large portions of the million word fic, and that’s why i wanted to write this meanspirited hit piece.

the fic is down right now and the author’s notes and comments have both been deleted, which is why i cannot provide screenshots. however, these are all quotes i have saved from when the fic was online, and i’m happy to talk with anyone if you feel any of these quotes are mischaracterizations of the fic.

i also want to be clear this is not a “callout post” and i’m not trying to “cancel” them or whatever. i am just explaining why i don’t like them, why i don’t feel bad they’re being harassed, and why i do not find them sympathetic at all, and perhaps why you should also adopt these stances.

let’s start with transphobia.

sexy times with wangxian is transphobic. this much is apparent from the tags. virtual1979 tagged the following: F*tanari, d*ckgirl, Sh*male. they use this language in the chapters that include a character with both a vagina and a penis.

they refer to this character (wei wuxian) with the pronouns “he-she.” the following excerpt is a fair representation of how this wei wuxian is referred to in the chapters where wei wuxian has a vagina and a penis.

[Lan Zhan] would never be turned on by a female, and he would actually be turned off by a drag queen - but this… this Wei Ying, it’s Wei Ying, and he-she looks [...]

i know these words are common in porn categories, but they are also slurs. virtual1979 also uses hermaphrodite to refer to this set of anatomy, which is not strictly a slur, but definitely a stigmatizing choice of language.

they have repeatedly made clear they are not open to criticism. they have also since removed the comment section. making an intersex character for the express purpose of using transmisogynistic language towards them in your million word porn fic isn’t annoying the way their tags are, it’s actively fucked up.

fanfiction has a transphobia problem, and if we’re talking about sexy times with wangxian in any capacity, we must be clear: sexy times with wangxian is part of that problem too.

secondly, virtual1979 is also complicit in ao3’s racism problem.

i think the way they write about chinese characters and settings is annoying and racist, but they are a malaysian chinese person, so i do have some sympathy for them. i am committed to having some patience for people who are annoying if they themselves are working through the prejudice they have faced.

they’ve commented as much:

Not gonna lie, this fic has been a steep learning curve for me despite my roots being Chinese as well, but I have absolutely zero knowledge in some of these aspects!

and i’m happy on some level they can get in touch with their roots. who among us has not been cringe and diaspora. any criticisms i have of their portrayal of chinese people will stay private and be made to other people of color.

i’m going to be clear here i don’t think the actual comment they made makes them super evil or anything. but this essay IS clearly in response to That Article, which did mention racism in fandom. so.

i think we have all seen the infamous karen comment they made, in which they compared people who criticized their tagging with “Karens,” equating antiblack state violence to... mean comments on ao3? and “SJWs,” which, eye roll. no ageism but you’re 41 why the hell are you complaining about sjws

anyway. i am deeply frustrated by the co-option of the word karen. a stand-in for a particular type of racist violence white women specifically can and do inflict has become fused with that reddit-type mommy issue “can i speak to the manager” internecine white resentment.

so their trivialization of antiblack racism is another reason i don’t like them. again i KNOW it’s petty to point this out here, but this to me shows that virtual is afflicted with the same kind of fandom brainrot that aja is, where everything comes back to that same sort of self-centered bullshit.

sorry for that jab. julian told me that aja thought that cql was about callout culture and all i could think was “wow! just like virtual thinking that--” because i also have spent too much time on twitter this week.

this is just like. part of this ongoing pattern i’ve noticed with virtual, where they’re aware enough of real problems to acknowledge they exist (police violence, accessibility issues caused by their tagging) but are determined to double down on their minor relative persecution as king, shittily drawing parallels between like... real problems and fandom problems. equating the two or allowing the second to take priority over the former is like... par for the course for this type of person!

third, this is just another clarification on more parallels between ao3 discourse and sexy times that went completely unremarked on by That Article.

i would rather DIE than get into discourse. but why did they write this sentence:

Lan Zhan’s rational mind finally broke with a tsunami of pedophilic lusts [...]

by the way that is the start of a 430 word sentence. and yes this fic does contain hundreds of thousands of words of aged down wei wuxian. make of that what you will.

also why would you make wei wuxian teach baby chickens how to sexually pleasure him. do you hate these characters. what’s going on. i think mxtx should be able to sue virtual for that one.

there’s a very obvious connection between mainstream ao3 discourse and sexy times that went completely unremarked on in That Article. sexy times contains multitudes and some of those multitudes are bestiality and explicit childfucking.

this is not unrelated to fannish culture, they are not unfamiliar with fannish norms, blah blah blah. this is just normal fandom. they’re not subverting shit, they’re just a normal fan who unlike 99% of fanfiction writers on twitter, spends more time writing than posting. this has taken their fannish tendencies to cartoonish heights.

finally, they don’t care about mdzs or wangxian. they’re literally just horny and spiteful that’s it. this isn’t a question of like... “ohh they were a good faith participant in fandom until they went joker mode” and the REAL villain is society/ao3. like no they wanted to write shitty porn, and when they found out they were annoying people, they decided to double down because they could be the main character of the mdzs ao3 tag every time they found a spare hour to write.

here are some select receipts on that topic:

they do not care about canon:

MDZS has quite a complicated and expansive plot and history, and enough content that one can choose to tune out certain parts and still get to the end of the story in one piece. Also, because of its source, some fans may not fully realize the nuances, cultural aspects (ooh, cultural appropriation is another triggering topic) or the full breadth and depth of the source material, such as a person like me, who is half-baked in terms of knowing what the canon universe is all about. So I end up playing with characters and settings technically borrowed from the story, and make them do things that would otherwise run counter to the original source material - and that draws quite some flak from those opinionated people I mentioned just now. It's part of what makes the fandom toxic. It's like they're the self-appointed guardians of the source material and they act like they own the rights to question such questionble fanworks, and dare I say, try to take down those that cross certain lines too.

they are just horny:

After that giddines of extra drunken Lan Wang Ji scenes at the beginning, I'm blessed with Lan Wang Ji (Wang Yibo's, actually) fuzzy nips! Bless Bless Bless, and Amen! muahs the nips on the screen

anyway they did get nuked over wishing covid on people.

so yeah. i want to be really clear. this is my thesis: i do not feel bad for them. you should not either. i do not like them. you should not either. that’s ALL!!!!

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Hi! I've been reading your work and really enjoy it and I was wondering if you could take in my request, I've been watching Rent a Girlfriend recently and the idea got into my head, how would the brothers react to an MC who's in the Rent a Girlfriend business, thank you for taking your time in reading my request!

Hey anon! Thanks for asking. This was a pretty fun request since I’ve seen a lot of videos on people renting moms, so naturally I watched part of the first episode of the anime to just get the general idea of renting girlfriends, so this was pretty fun!

Edit : the tags are being whack so I redid them sorry if it’s spam but it won’t pop up for me under the tags.

Brothers react to a rent-a-girlfriend MC!

You didn’t specify gender even if it’s a rent-a-girlfriend so I just stated the MC takes in both male and female clients. I also think succubusses or incubusses would cover the renting business so this is sort of a new idea in devildom for people to be rented and just talk or go on a date.

Lucifer

Lucifer had already known this, as he was the one to pick you to come to devildom.

He was not particularly fond of the idea, just selling yourself for a few quick bucks. Sounds like something Mammon would do.

Before you tell him about your idea of wanting to start the business here in devildom, he tells you no.

You defiantly tell him it’s your income, and he snaps back with Diavolo will pay for everything you could ever need. You yell back at him that you don’t want to use other people’s money, and you want to use what you’ve earned.

Your responses causes him to pause for a second. Those are good morals to have, but he will not faulter.

“The devildom is filled with demons, what do you mean you want to go on a date with one? Even if it makes you money you could die.”

If somehow you convince him to let you, your dates will be watched by him or one of the brothers, have to make sure the human doesn’t die or the exchange will be ruined.

If you aren’t able to convince him he will keep you under watch still to make sure you don’t try anything rash, and gives you money anytime you need it.

After you get close to him he tells you to hold yourself to higher standards, as you’re better than all these lesser demons. He cares for you and wants you to know you’re worth more than just 6,000 an hour.

Mammon

When you first came to devildom, you were worried about your income. Sure they could provide you money, but would it even be enough??

Since Mammon was your guide, you consulted him about it. He was pleased to hear you both have the same mindset, wanting to make money and spend it.

Talking about jobs, you brought up what you did in the human world, which was letting people rent yourself.

At first he was like how did that work? Was it an easy way to make money? Zero judgement from him, because if you can make money, you’re doing pretty good.

You told him how you set up an online profile and charged people around 6,000 from an hour for being on a date. They can hold your hand and make conversation with you, and curtesy of them pay for your lunch or trip. You take both male and female clients, it brought in a lot of money.

Sign him up. You mean the Great Mammon could make 6,000 grimm, get free food, and it’s just an hour of his time? Even he couldn’t screw up looking pretty and using a few manners.

He told you not to worry about money anymore and told you to change your devilgram profile to one of those online dating ones you told him about. You’re both about to get payday.

When he gets attached to you he’s just somewhat pissed, because you’re his human!! But he supports your choices because it’s your income and something you’ve always done, plus he’s in the same industry now, so you’re closer to him than anyone else.

Leviathan

This man has probably dreamed of renting a girlfriend/boyfriend, lets be honest.

People like Levi were easily some of your most frequent clients. People who don’t know how to socially interact and want experience, whether it be talking to another person who puts up with them for an hour, or to get experience in dating.

Naturally, you approached him. He had a ton of figures, so of course he would have money.

It was a whole process you were NOT expecting. This man had room passwords, curses, and even refused to look you in the eye?? How did you think it was a smart idea to approach him for money. But you were determined.

After the whole process, you finally managed to talk to him about your job. You told him you would even let him rent you if he wanted as subtly as you could.

He understands pretty fast that you want cash, and that his inexperience led you to come find him. He’s very upset, not at your job, but at your way of finding clients.

Of course you would approach yucky otakus who can’t speak to other people or do anything other than use a controller... and are desperate.

But before he can throw a tantrum, he lets his desire get the best of him. He’s always wanted to do something like this, but was he really going to pay a human 6,000 grimm an hour for some company? That’s expensive!

The answer was yes. Yes he was.

He genuinely enjoys it, you two spend time playing games in his room, he calls you a normie and teaches you how to get better, secrets in the games, and talks to you about anime since you’re listening and even providing feedback.

He has returned to heaven.

He asks if you two could do it again, and you happily agree. Overtime, however, you charge less and less for Levi to almost no cost at all. You tell him it’s a regulars discount.

In reality you’ve just grown really attached to him and love how adorable he is, and don’t want him to suddenly go broke and tell you that you two can’t hang out anymore.

After you two are close you can bet that you can enter his room whenever and just play games with him, curtesy of extended service.

Satan

You approached Satan as he was leaving the dorms to go out and buy groceries, and told him you wanted to go with him to find people to rent you.

He was perplexed.

Did he hear that right? You want demons to rent you? Like pay for you? Are you a masochist?

You explained to him that it’s just your job to sell yourself for dates for near 6,000 grimm an hour, and he thought that was peculiar.

He has read plenty of books about humans, but he had never heard of anything like this in human culture. Is it something they developed recently?

You explained to him in more detail all about the business and he’s listening intently. So much so he forgets to buy groceries that night, just listening to you happily explain your job.

He finds it interesting and learns a lot about human emotions, what they think, and even a lot about you. He proposes and idea to you that even you think is funny.

“How about we piss off Lucifer? You can get a date and I’ll watch over you to see that nothing bad happens. When it’s over you hide by the door and I’ll come in alone with groceries and say that you are on a date while I was grocery shopping.”

The thought of angry and concerned Lucifer brought his sadistic side out and he laughed. The pleasure he would get from watching Lucifer frantically search outside for the human while he sneaks you in is amazing.

This is actually what leads you and Satan to become closer, and he respects your job. It makes you money and you get to learn about people, and afterwards you can tell him the little habits people had or what they were thinking, things he was interested in.

Asmodeous

Bold of you to assume Asmo is not already a type of rent-a-boyfriend.

He has a new fling every week, the payment is their body, and he has a lot of people in line for him.

Joking aside when you asked Asmodeous about clubbing with him, he was ecstatic. Of course the little human would want to be with him, and of course they would choose clubbing over staying at the dorms.

What he didn’t expect was you to follow up with “How rich are the demons there? I want to charge them 6,000 per hour they spend with me.”

You sounded like Mammon, and that left him confused for a few seconds before you continued.

“I’m in the rent-a-date business. I charge 6,000 for an hour of my time, male or female, people in clubs are desperate.”

After that, Asmo started to understand and fully supported it. Although you don’t get sex out of it, you’re gaining money by accompanying someone, what a smart idea.

He helps you in the club to find desperate people and get you your cash. “Get it girl!” Asmo claps to you and winks as you approach people who might be interested in your service.

Asmo feels very proud of you after you get a lot of responses of people who are interested. Even though you did all the work.

Even after Asmo gets attached to you, he respects your choices, but likes going out in public or doing double dates with you. Like a fun mixer but you’re being paid to be there.

Beelzebub

You approached Beel because you wanted a bodyguard.

He was big, tall, and a friendly baby from what you could see. And he seems to be easily bought over by food.

You knew you wanted to make money, so why not continue your human world business? The one problem was these were demons and not humans. They could easily kill you.

You asked Beel to accompany you from afar for one-three hours on certain days, for a third of your profits and lunch each time.

You explained your job to him, although he may be gentle and kind from what you’ve seen, what if he doesn’t understand?

He’s generally a very understanding person, and tells you it’s okay with him and he does not mind.

He would of accopanied you without your offer because he’s worried for you, but he takes the food anyways. He’s happy you came to him and thought about your safety above money first, because he wouldn’t want to see you hurt.

Beel is completely nonjudgmental no matter what happens. He’s seen you put on a smile and lie through your teeth about having a good time of being on dates, but he supports your choices.

He overtime loves spending time with you and is really happy to protect you, because you’re like a little sibling to him. You always rely on him and he will protect you.

Please give this man extra dessert for lunch, thanks.

Belphegor

You were coming home late after one of your regular clients booked you for around twelve hours.

Counting... 6k,...24k....60k...

Before you could finish Belphie was in the kitchen for a late night snack, and scared you when he suddenly spoke.

“MC what are you doing? It’s four am right now and I couldn’t find you earlier.”

That’s right, he didn’t know of your job yet because he was in the attic for so long, and this is the longest you’ve been rented since you first came.

You explained to him what you did as a part time job, and he was sort of pissed. How could you just sell your body?

You explained that it’s nothing like that, and that you sell your time. You make conversation and go on dates.

He is still extremely pissed. What date takes twelve hours? And why wouldn’t you spend that time napping with him??

He’s very jealous that other people get to spend time with you, people that don’t matter. Compared to all his brothers he’s spent little time with you and then he has to compete with strangers?

Stupid concept, if someone approached him and told him they’d date him for 6’000 and hour he’d look at them like they’re missing brain cells.

Even stupider concept that they let MC go on dates!! With demons!! Literally his first real encounter with them was him trying to kill them. Demons are no different.

Tells MC they need to stop or else he will join them. This is a threat.

MC laughs it off and tells him they can’t suddenly stop their business, and Belphie can’t come on their dates.

Belphie proposes the idea that he rents MC 24/7 but he pays them in cuddles and naps.

First time MC was ever offered such a long job and a cute way of payment. Accepted.

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons

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myherowritings · 5 years

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masterlist

SOCIAL MEDIA AU MASTERLIST

HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST

TODOROKI SHOUTO

i. animal instincts

with your shapeshifting quirk, you take on the duty of becoming the resident undercover therapy cat for class 1-a. one day, you see todoroki restless in the middle of the night and try to comfort him in cat form. but what happens when he confides in you his feelings you weren’t meant to hear?

ii. into your arms

you’re prone to tripping and todoroki is prone to being there to catch you. or, in which you’re a bit of a klutz and, for a reason he can’t explain, shouto wants to make sure you never get hurt.

iii. an otome addiction

you become obsessed with the characters in the otome game, mystic messenger, and your boyfriend todoroki gets a little bit jealous.

iv. strawberry scented dreams

the 3 times todoroki falls asleep on you + the 1 time you fall asleep on him. shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.

v. can you keep a secret?

you and shouto are secretly dating and none of your classmates know. during a study session in todoroki’s dorm, kaminari, sero, and midoriya find your lacy thong under shouto’s desk and try to figure out whose it is.

vi. frosting fights

midoriya has been feeling sad lately, so you and todoroki (try to) bake him a cake in the middle of the night.

vii. the panty thief

modern au. “my cat steals underwear and i come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.” in which todoroki is a new cat parent and you’re his new neighbor whose panties keep disappearing.

viii. overheated

it’s super hot out and you feel like you’re dizzy and about to faint. todoroki is there to cool you off with his right side.

ix. jealousy for dummies

jealous of all the time shouto has been spending with yaoyorozu, you hatch up a plan with bakugou to give todoroki a taste of his own medicine.

x. ghostwriter masterlist [smau]

college au. you’re an aspiring writer with a longtime crush on the ghost hunter on campus, todoroki shouto. when you two are paired up for a semester-long journalism project, you come up with the perfect, foolproof plan to get him to fall for you.

xi. hearts intertwined

roommate au. you and todoroki have been roommates for months now but have barely had more than a two minute conversation. when quarantine hits and everyone is on lockdown, you find yourself forced to spend more time with him and actually end up…enjoying it?

xii. fictional crush

class 1-a has an avatar: the last airbender marathon and you can’t help but swoon over your fictional crush, prince zuko, leaving todoroki feeling a little jealous.

xiii. letters of my love [smau]

tatbilb au. you and your friends mail out your past love letters because you want to see your old crushes’ reactions. on accident, you mail your current crush’s letter. to make it seem like your crush on bakugou is gone, you fake date another letter recipient, todoroki shouto.

xiv. eat the rich [series]

ceo/barista au. todoroki shouto was a wealthy, young ceo who inherited his father’s enterprise. you were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. one day, shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. to your surprise and complete pleasure: it was not.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

i. one hell of a knockout

boxer au. bakugou is a young pro boxer climbing his way to the top of the charts. one day, his friends kirishima and ashido invite you to a match. unbeknownst to you, you end up accidentally distracting katsuki during a fight and he gets a punch landed on his face.

ii. take you out

you ask bakugou out on a picnic date to the park, but he thinks you’re challenging him to a fight. you can’t tell who is more confused when the day finally comes.

iii. kitty kisses

your boyfriend and your cat don’t get along. bakugou keeps trying to come up with different ways to get your cat to finally warm up to him. (or, in which katsuki spends 3 hours baking treats for a tsundere cat.)

iv. “you’re hot when you’re angry”

you and bakugou get into a disagreement, you get pinned underneath him, and he smirks and realizes just how hot you are when you’re pissed.

v. a soothing touch

pro hero au. katsuki is sore and stressed from a long day at work but is too stubborn to let you give him a massage.

vi. “she’s my wife”

pro hero au. when bakugou forgets his lunch in the refrigerator, you decide to deliver it to him at his agency. but when you’re there, the new receptionist calls you a bitch. bakugou responds appropriately.

vii. cold shoulder

pro hero au. whenever you and bakugou get into a disagreement, he blasts the air conditioner until you have no choice but to ask him to cuddle.

viii. the appreciation post

pro hero au. one of the responsibilities of being a pro hero in this day and age is having a social media presence. you tag bakugou in an appreciation post while he’s out in public and he gets embarrassed in the best way possible.

ix. slip of the tongue

pro hero au. during a charity interview with the top three heroes, deku and shouto “accidentally” give away ground zero’s crush on you. you’re asked about bakugou in an interview of your own and, during a fit of excitement, accidentally let your crush on him slip.

x. the jealous type | fanart

class 1-a has a game night in the common room. bakugou sees you and todoroki getting too close for comfort and can’t stop himself from getting jealous.

xi. a forgotten anniversary

pro hero au. it yours and bakugou’s one year anniversary, but he’s so busy with hero work that he forgets. you’re hurt and upset, but katsuki may have a few tricks up his sleeve…

xii. shirt on, bra off

aged up au. bakugou sees you take off your bra, one-handed, and he can’t help but be in a bit of awe.

xiii. bear hugs

you see your childhood friend, bakugou, for the first time in years and you greet him with a giant bear hug...only to find yourself in the nurse’s office right after.

xiv. call me b-a-b-y

bakugou absolutely hates when you call him pet names. he hates the smile on your face when you say it, hates the way he can’t stop blushing-- he hates it. right?

xv. fever talk | fanart

pro hero au. “side effects may include: light-headedness, disorientation, and accidental confessions of love.” you help nurse a fever-ridden ground zero back to health, but little did you know it should have come with a warning.

xvi. the language of flowers

you decide to make the most of your nature quirk by giving your crush, bakugou, endless bouquets of flowers.

xvii. fact or fiction? [18+]

pro hero au. ground zero’s crush on you has become painfully obvious to everyone, leading to an incessant amount of shipping. one day, he gets himself off to one of the many lewd stories about the two of you and you find out.

xviii. paparazzi

pro hero au. you and ground zero go on your first date as a public couple and the paparazzi won’t stop harassing the two of you. bakugou decides to take you to his house to cook for you and things begin to heat up in the kitchen.

xix. number neighbor masterlist [smau]

college au. in which bakugou katsuki is a grumpy and sarcastic college student just trying to get his degree and you are his bubbly number neighbor who is determined to become his new “bestie.”

xx. all that ass [nn scenario] | fanart

a number neighbor bonus fic. one night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, bakugou, to freak out over. but what you don’t expect is for bakugou to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.

xxi. honey, honey

pro hero au. ground zero, deku, and shouto are scheduled to have a meet-and-greet at a primary school to boost their rankings. there, bakugou unexpectedly meets a kindergarten teacher with a sweet smile who likes to call people honey.

xxii. under my patrol

pro hero au. after seeing your boyfriend cheat on you on a night you were supposed to be on a date, you mope alone at a bar. stumbling home, you crash into the famous hero, ground zero.

xxiii. found a treasure

modern au. “it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.”

xxiv. mistletoe kiss

holiday au. after a few weeks of dating, you and katsuki still haven’t kissed. you hope that will change under the mistletoe this holiday season.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

i. the pizza delivery guy

modern au. your roommate orders a pizza with the special instructions, “send your cutest delivery boy ;)” and you’re left in begrudging awe when it actually works.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

i. you suck at gaming masterlist [smau]

youtuber au. you’re a youtuber known for your chaotic yet wholesome content and shinsou is a gamer who keeps getting accused of being an eboy. one day you upload a video trying your hand at gaming and shinsou tweets out about how much you suck.

ii. borrowed sweaters, stolen kisses

aged up. in a game of truth or dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. it just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was shinsou’s favorite sweater.

iii. turn on your airdrop masterlist [smau]

modern au. you’re at a theme park when kaminari dares you to airdrop memes to the first device that pops up and reluctantly, you give in. but never would you have thought they’d send you memes back… nor could you have guessed the person you were feeling a meme-connection with was your first love and first heartbreak, shinsou hitoshi.

iv. maybe it’s fate [toya pt. 25]

a turn on your airdrop written chapter. after discovering the mememate you fell in love with was your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart, you find yourself alone in a bar with a dead phone in a poor attempt to cope. the person who helps you at 3 a.m. is the last person you want to see.

KAMINARI DENKI

i. play me a song [smau]

youtube/celeb au. you’re an actress and singer who is highly adored by youtuber, kaminari denki. after his endless simping and thirsting on twitter, you finally decide to reply to one of his tweets.

TODODEKU

i. pinky promise

a quirk sends todoroki back in time and there he sees a four year old midoriya crying in the park. what better way to cheer him up than with some strawberry ice cream?

HEADCANONS

HC: bakugou meets his s/o’s unsupportive parents

HC: pro hero shouto meets his quirkless s/o working at a hospital

HC: todoroki absolutely does not get along with his s/o’s male best friend

HC: shouto takes care of sore s/o

HC: bakugo + kirishima get a surprise kiss from s/o

HC: todoroki and s/o bake brownies and things get a little messy

HC: todoroki and s/o go to hanami (flower viewing)

HC: s/o peppers kisses all over todoroki’s face + he turns bright red

HC: todoroki and s/o have your first date at the aquarium

HC: iida + midoriya + todoroki react to their s/o whose nose twitches when cold/concentrated

HC: sleep deprived s/o with todoroki + bakugou

HC: getting high with kirishima + bakugou + todoroki [18+]

HC: baku + kiri + todo react to s/o being catcalled

HC: you’re harassed by a stranger and, to make them stop, you grab your friend [shouto + katsuki] and give him a kiss to prove he’s your boyfriend

HC: boyfriend!denki headcanons

HC: how baku + todo + kami kiss their s/o and what they taste like

HC: bakugou + todoroki cuddling headcanons

HC: bakugou + todoroki react to their s/o squeezing their butt

HC: bakugou + todoroki find their crushes diary and accidentally read it

HC: bnha as fuckboys (kami + todo + kiri + shin)

HC: autumn with todo + baku + kiri

HC: valentine’s day with baku + todo + shin

HC: shin + todo + baku replying to flirty anons

FAKE TEXTS

FT: prank texts on your crush todoroki

#masterlist #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #midoriya x todoroki #myherowritings #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha imagines

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silvia7272 · 5 years

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5 ~ One More New Amigo

So, after a long thought, I think Rosina meeting some other people could be good, plus I might bring some pictures I’ve drawn as well. Also, as a quick note, I hope you know I don’t actually hate any of the characters but writing Spite/Salt Fics are so fun and I love it. Alya is, in fact, my favourite character for personal reasons.

My biggest inspiration for Rosina is Goku from Dragon Ball Z, Sonia Nevermind from Danganronpa 2 and a bit of Ziva David from NCIS, although I watched that when I was a lot younger so I may not remember her that well.

Word Count: 3221

Tags: @queenmj10, @fangirl39, @animegirlweeb, @northernbluetongue, @daminett4life, @raisuke06, @indecisive-mess-named-me, if you wish to be tagged all you have to do is say.

I can’t remember but now Marinette’s place has a café in their bakery and that’s final, can’t be bothered to check.

***

It had been a week since the dubbed Ice Queens had become friends as everyone had put it. They must’ve been friends since they were little, they reasoned with themselves, there was no way anyone could become friends with Chloé in an evening.

No way.

Marinette had lied to them.

But they just had to get Rosina out of that toxic environment, she really was sweet and oblivious to those girls.

So, they were always scheming new ways to let Rosina see just what the really were like.

But it always made them become closer.

That field trip to Le Jardín Du Luxembourg? They became friends with Chloé.

Leaving them stranded there? They came back on a flying skateboard! Alya was devastated she couldn’t record in time, and whenever they asked Rosina if they could see it, they were denied & pushed away by the Ice Queen’s.

It sooo wasn’t fair, they were only trying to help Rosina. They just wanted to help and pull her away from the evilness the two radiated. But they were the bad guys?

No way.

But what broke their heart the most was seeing Lila’s painstakingly sad face every time their plan failed. Because it was if they had failed her, their best friend, their Class President.

So, they were determined to save their friend.

But that couldn’t take up their whole day, if it did, they would become obsessed and that wouldn't be healthy either.

So, they continued with activities and classes, until Mlle Bustier made an announcement.

***

“Now class I have an announcement, since two of our students so kindly suggested and even organised this little event themselves, so if you’d like to explain what it is to the class?” She pointed to the two people in her front row.

“I hope you all listen to their wonderful event they provided for them, now I’ll be off since it is lunch so you all best behave.” That last sentence was aimed towards the two girls at the back. Chloé had rudely announced she would be sitting with the other girls at the back, there was a reason there were only *two people per desks.

‘How irresponsible’ The blue-haired girl thought.

Adrien and Lila walked up to the teacher's desk as the others waited in suspense.

“Monsieur D’Argencourt said we were going to have a beginners fencing lesson for the whole school, and everyone from our Team is going to help out”

“I was the one to suggest and organise everything, Adrien was far too busy and asked for the best help he could get. We wanted this to be a surprise, I hope you’ll enjoy it” The whole class erupted in glee, Adrien didn’t care about the little lie she had made up, after all, he was taking the high road.

Although a certain redhead from the back couldn’t contain her excitement.

“You mean you’ve been on a fencing Team all this time and didn’t tell me, oh Sir I challenge you to a duel.” A glove flew across the room landing on Adrien’s cheek, everyone was speechless aside from a blonde who was on the floor laughing too much from what she just bare witnessed to.

Surprisingly Adrien was the first one to recover.

“Maybe you could warn me before you challenge me Rosina, but I accept”

“Adrien are you ok, oh my, your cheeks are red” Chloé was still laughing, but Adrien didn’t care.

“I’m fine, it’s a tradition in for duels anyway.”

Kim couldn’t help the smile as he thought of a suggestion.

“I’ve got an idea for a bet” They all groaned.

“Kim, I thought we said no more bets?”

“Hey! This one's good, and besides its not me who would do it” They all fell silent, waiting for him to explain.

“If Adrien wins then Rosina should stay with us. And then you can see just how bad they are and realise we are right Rosina” The others smirked, this was brilliant, Adrien was the best fencer here, and no offence to Rosina, but she didn’t seem that talented in that activity.

Before Rosina could add to that challenge Chloé spoke for her.

“We accept those terms, but when she wins you all have to back off and leave our friend alone” Adrien only wanted to have a friendly duel, not a gambling match.

“I-I don’t know guys; I don’t think that’s fa-” But he was cut off.

“Adrien how could you say that! You’re the only one who can do this, you wouldn’t want to let your friends down? Would you?” He paled, that thought terrified him. He took in the rest of the classes faces, they held disappointment, so much disappointment.

“Fine I’ll do it”

“Hooray, I can’t wait to see you in action Adrien” She kissed his cheek as they all left for lunch.

Adrien lingered for a second before catching up with them.

“Chloé what the hell you can’t just decide for her” Marinette was angry, that wasn’t fair to their red-haired friend. But more than being angry…

She was afraid.

“Its fine Marinette, she’s Crisono Tassa after all. Besides, it's not as if this bet could mean anything, you’ll stay with us right Rosina?” Rosina smiled at that.

“Of course I will Chloé, I love you two so much, I would never leave my besties. Which is why I won’t lose, I promise”

“You better, please.” Marinette looked sad, she didn’t want to lose a friend.

“Don’t worry Marinette, I’m the best fencer around here, so no need to worry, now let’s eat”

‘…I hope Kagami doesn’t hear that’

***

“I am the fencing Master Monsieur D’Argencourt, and with great pleasure, I’m here today to announce our fencing practice commences immediately” Everyone was split into groups since there were more classmates than fencers.

Marinette glanced and waved when she saw Kagami. She was about to walk over to her.

“Marinette, where’s Rosina?” Sadly, Alya interrupted her.

“She went home, considering she needed to get her own blade and armour, since she only uses her own”

“Tsk tsk Marinette it's actually called a Sabre, maybe you should fact check next time?” A jab was sent here way by the liar.

“Actually, depending which on weapon, there are three names Foil, Épée and Sabre, next time you should get your facts straight.” Kagami. Her glare was so intimidating it stopped Alya from commenting.

“I’m baaaaaaaaaack, hey guys, oh hi there, wow your cold icy stare is so cool and your freckles compliment you so much.” Kagami stood confused. Did- did this random girl compliment her out of nowhere?

“Kagami this is Rosina, Rosina this is Kagami my friend” Kagami cleared her throat to stick her hand out but it wasn’t needed when she felt arms wrap around her.

“Wow, it's so nice to meet another of Marinette’s friends, oh I’m sorry I hope I didn’t overstep a boundary, my Aunt told me about social boundaries beforehand. I’m so sorry”

“It's fine, your personality seems honest, creative, out-going, stubborn and overly eager which typically matches-”

“Ok that’s enough Kagami, can you help me put the equipment on?” Kagami was brutal enough with words already, Marinette didn’t want Rosina to be scared off as well.

“Wow, you got all of that from me, that’s so impressive, what’s my **Blood Type? And yours? If I had to make a guess ermmmm Type O?”

She blinked.

And again.

“I’ve only known Rosina for five minutes but if anything were to happen to her I would kill everyone here and then myself”

‘Where have I heard of that?’

“Erm Kagami, don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty?” She turned to Marinette with an intense stare.

“…Everyone.”

Dear Lord, she was serious.

“What is going on here? ***Thou are meant to be fencing not talking. Vitesse!” A familiar blond-haired boy came over.

“Ready Rosina?” He greeted her.

“Ready as I’ll ever be Adrian” She responded. They all sat in the stands, Alya recording and cheering for Adrien with the majority of the class. Marinette, Chloé and Kagami cheering, or internally thinking, for Rosina.

D’Argencourt was told to officiate beforehand and was eager to see if she was worthy to fight his best student, Adrien.

“En-Garde” They stood in the stance.

“Pret! Allez!”

Whoosh.

Not even a second went by before Adrien was down with a Sabre on his stomach.

“That was so fun, we should do that again Adrian” She offered her hand out to him, oblivious to everyone's faces.

“How- what- I- what just happened girl?” The first to get out of her state of shock was Alya.

“Hmm? I said I liked fencing, didn’t I?”

“But you were like inhuman out there. Why didn’t you tell us you were a pro? Keeping those secrets from us, would you like to tell us?” She lightly jabbed her elbow at the girl while she was still confused.

“You never ask-”

“Ahem, I believe we had a deal Césaire, you and the rest of the class have to back off like we promised” Alya was irritated.

“That’s not fair, we didn’t know she was a pro!”

“That doesn’t matter, you still agreed to it and since Adrien did lose you lose too, now get lost” She waved her hand in a dismissive motion before taking Rosina away.

“Rosina is her own person and should have a right to choose where she goes, are you trying to suggest she’s property?” A smug look entered Lila’s face.

“You can’t be serious right?” This time it was Marinette who stepped in.

“And just what do you mean by that?” Alix asks. She was disappointed with how much Marinette had changed.

“If Adrien had won you lot wouldn’t have had a problem with forcing her to be away from us, wouldn’t that sound as if she were property to you?” She loved being able to turn words against Lila, remembering each and every word that liar and the rest of her class had said was easy, too easy sometimes.

“It's only because we know how much of a bad influence you two can be on her, she’s so happy and I would love nothing more than for her to continue being like that around some much more politer people.” Lila had a remark to everything, one step ahead? No Marinette wouldn’t think that. No, that requires having to plan ahead in case something happened.

“Then why don’t we just ask her who she wants to hang out with?”

“Fine we will, just don’t be disappointed when your Trio becomes Dos”

“Keep telling yourself that loser” Their glaring contest ended as they turned to where Rosina was meant to be.

“Rosina you wouldn’t leave your best friends for these utterly useless people, right? Wait, where is she?” They looked around to find she was gone.

“Abstain!” They turned to see two fencers in front of D’Argencourt.

“Rosina and Kagami? When did they get there?” Bewildered, they watched when Rosina flipped through the air to dodge the touch.

“They left after you all argued, Kagami challenged her and she accepted, Monsieur D’Argencourt was eager to referee” Adrien explained, seeing the female fencers clash against each other truly was a sight to see.

‘She’s never fought me like that? I wonder why?’

“HAAAH!” Kagami lunged towards Rosina but was able to block it.

“Impressive Knave” Kagami then had to obstruct an incoming attack.

“I’ve been practising since I could walk”

“Oh really, then how about we get serious here?” Exchanging blows stopped and they jumped back and stood in their own stance.

“What are they doing? Why’d they stop?” A confused Kim asked.

“They are biding their time, waiting for the other to strike first, because this isn’t a timed match theoretically, they’ll have all the time in the world,” Max answered for everyone else.

All was still around the two, nothing else mattered but winning.

The blue-haired girl lunged first. And it almost looked like she was about to land a hit.

Almost.

“Attack, push point” The point had belonged to the silver-eyed girl.

“Wow that sure was a great workout” She stretched before doing some acrobatics across the mat.

All the while Kagami was still gaining her breath back, that match certainly took a toll on her, and yet Rosina was still as energetic as she had been, where did that leave her?

She had been the best wherever she went, she had to honour her families name, she had won all of her battles, the first one with Adrien was a tie.

So why did she lose?

“Hey Kagami, that was amazing, I’ve never seen anyone be able to compete with me before. Can we please please please fence some more, that was sooo much fun?” Kagami tried to see if there were any fictitious motives hidden in her eyes, if the minute she let her guard down she would be ridiculed by her. But there was nothing, just a happy gleam in her eyes as she continued asking questions while holding out her hand.

“Of course, I look forward to testing your skills.” They would’ve continued their talk, but they heard someone call out to them.

“That was amazing, your skills for your age are truly fantastique, you must tell me who your last Master was?” D’Argencourt was in awe of the girl’s skill.

“Oh, really thanks so much mister, my Aunty tells me I still have a lot to improve.”

“A lot to improve? Well, I’m sure we could help you with that. This was meant to be an event to show my pupils off, however, for the first time, I’m offering you Rosina…?”

“Scoats”

“Rosina Scoats, a place on my fencing Team, do you accept?” If you couldn’t tell she was happy, then clearly you were blind.

She was ecstatic.

“Yes, yes yes, of course, I want to spend more time with Kagami. Oh, Aunty will be so glad I have a club to attend. I’ve read so much about after school clubs.”

“Great, lessons are after school, every Monday, Tuesday and Friday for an hour. You’ll be given a uniform unless you want to use your own like Kagami here. But for now, lessons are over, I hope everyone had an exceptional time here.”

“Really? Great, then I’ll continue wearing this outfit, my Aunty made it specially.”

“You’re Aunt makes clothes?” That fact reminded her of the bluenette.

“Yep just like Mari. Ohhhhh~ maybe they could design together?”

“I doubt that” Marinette muttered under her breath still remembering her first meeting with her.

“Kagami would you like to go out for cakes, we can visit the bakery I live at, it's really close by?” Kagami grew perplexed.

“You live with Marinette?” She rubbed the back of her head.

“It’s a long story, I can tell you on the way if you want?” Kagami nodded, she wouldn’t be too far away from her Mother, if anything they could sit on the stairs of Dupont if her Mother wanted to.

“Oh wait, I have to get my other friends” For whatever reason the class held a smug look on their faces, mainly Alya and Lila.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you Rosi-” She walked straight past them.

“Mari, Chlo, wanna come too?” They nodded, and as they left Chloé looked back making a face.

“Told you, next time you want to lie, don’t do it about Rosina” Marinette gently nudged the blonde before they all left.

Overall to Rosina it was a great experience.

She got to see everything again through the Ladyblog after all.

***

“Really, but you’re so nice to each other. I can’t believe you didn’t like each other before” Rosina exclaimed while chewing on her croissant. They were able to stay in the bakery to their relief, but they were on a time limit.

“Believe it or not but we were all Adrien crazy, somehow that blond held a special place in my heart before ehem, you know who joined,” Marinette replied, drinking some juice, she could eat as many pastries as she could, what was the rush?

“And I can’t believe you’re still friends with him? Aren’t you angry at what he’s done to us, to Marinette?” Chloé remarked. The blue-haired girls gave her a stare while Rosina tried to steal a macaroon from Marinette’s plate.

She was caught.

“I had been friends with Adrien long before Marinette, just because I’ve changed my target doesn’t mean I still don’t care for him. Besides, I don’t exactly want to leave him alone with a Father like his” They all, minus the redhead, shivered.

“Ok, that might be understandable, I may not like him but even I wouldn’t wish anyone that kind of life” It didn’t matter which of the girls said it, they both thought it.

“Who?”

“Oh right, you’ve never had the pleasure of knowing Gabriel Agreste”

“Who?”

“He’s Adrien’s Dad and a famous fashion designer. He never lets him out of the house except for school, photoshoots and fencing lessons. He doesn’t even allow his friends to come over and visit” Chloé listed everything she could remember about that man and paused to see Rosina take an excruciating long slip of her drink before setting it down.

“Wh-”

“If you say who again I will take your sweets!” Marinette was annoyed at her repetitive singular question before she sent a sheepish smile her way.

“Duly noted”

“He’s all alone in that house, I don’t want to him to be alone outside” Rosina’s eyes sparkled with glee.

“Wow, you’re so nice Kagami. And I don’t think its that bad, he hasn’t exactly done anything to you, I mean I know we’re all friends, but I guess we can’t force someone to stop their friendship with someone else right? I mean I don’t really know but I-”

“We get it, Rosina, you can stop you’re rambling it's getting annoying”

“Chloé!” Marinette had a long way to go before Chloé would be deemed ‘nice’

“Its fine Mari, sometimes I tend to keep talking until someone stops me or Aunty hits me on the head” She laughed to try and ease the tension, but it didn’t appear to work.

She was about to say something else, maybe they could plan to do something over the weekend, or maybe finally have a sleepover, she’s always wanted to do one of them.

But they heard the door open, and since Rosina and Kagami weren’t facing the door they were puzzled as to why they were stunned.

“Rosina Scoats” At her name being called out she immediately turned around. She saw a woman with blue hair with a slight twinge of red with glasses in a suit standing behind her, and she was holding something.

A tablet with a man who held a stern face, it almost made Rosina become nervous.

But she didn’t know what that word meant.

“Yes? That’s me, how can I help you?” She chirpily asked, she felt a kick to her leg but her smile never faltered.

“I would like to propose an idea, I would like to discuss it further at the Agreste household, if we may?” They both awaited her answer.

She didn’t think she’d meet the man they were just talking about so soon.

***

That’s it, are you happy with it? I thought it would be good to get Gabriel and Nathalie in there, is there anything else you want me to add? Or any outfits you want me to draw. I might draw her in her fencing gear if you want, but I’m not sure how to change it so it feels a bit unique? I have a few ideas, but feel free to suggest anything, I’m always free to ideas.

Why do you think Gabriel wants to talk to her?

Let’s hope it's not anything bad.

Are there any prompts you want me to write with or without Rosina? Please let me know.

Hope you like it and have a nice Day/Night.

*Dupont Seating Plan ~ I always had beef with this because my desks at school were tiny so only 2 people could sit there, but on this show, it makes me think they can only have two students there because of course there's no room. Our school would’ve made 4 people sit there at least.

**Blood Types ~ All the sources keep telling me different things, but I think she has either A or B.

***D’Argencourt ~ Might need some help writing him in character, very unsure about him.

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fizzyxcustard · 4 years

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Fear and Loathing (5)

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Fandom: seaQuest 2032

Summary: (Part 2 of The Right Thing - this will be a chaptered fic) Captain Hudson knows that you and Lucas are more than just friends, and after changing your shift rotations to make sure you’re not on duty together, you take things into your own hands and request a transfer from seaQuest. Before your transfer can be processed, officers and crew begin showing signs of extreme anxiety, anger and paranoia. Some are worse affected than others, you being one of them. Can you fight for not only your relationship with Lucas but your state of mind?

Pairings: Ensign Lucas Wolenczak x FemLieutenant!Reader, Commander Jonathan Ford x Lieutenant Lonnie Henderson (only slight)

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurity, angst, paranoia, anxiety, mental instability, very mild sexual references/smut mention, age difference/gap.

Comments: If you wish to be added to my seaQuest tag list, which will be separate from all my other tags, let me know, and I will only tag you in these if you specifically request to be tagged. This is practically a dead fandom now, but I would still like to share my writings with you. If you would like to ask any questions, then by all means just ask! People are probably wondering why I’m still continuing this fic when it gets so little feedback, but it’s purely because I enjoy writing it. It’d a pleasure to be reminiscing in old times.

You lay awake, crying. It was a week after your first panic attack. The doctor had been forced to begin turning crew away from the Med Bay to treat them in other areas of the boat, such as the mess hall and gymnasium. Because you were one of the first to show symptoms of this virus, the doctor made sure that you remained close by in the Med Bay so he could test you daily. You were the ‘ground zero’ case. Over the last week and you had seen panic attacks, seizures and complete mental breakdowns of crew. There had been fights, screaming and paranoia. It was clawing at you from the inside, the screams and bellows; even when things were silent, you could still hear it all ringing in your ears. Life in the military had been an enormous life change and exciting experience, but now there was a small part of you which was starting to regret enlisting. No bad experience in your life had come close to the last week.

Fredricks suddenly began to cry out in her sleep again, tossing and turning. Her blanket was flung onto the floor and the bed beneath her creaked. You knew you couldn’t stand this any longer. With tears still falling down your cheeks, you got up and ventured out into the emptiness of the corridor. It was always eerily quiet during the witching hours. With only a very bare minimum crew working, everyone else was either sedated or could control themselves enough to remain quiet. Your heartbeat quickened and you breathed deep. Whilst you held each breath in your lungs for a few seconds, you thought of Lucas. Your mind may have been working against you, turning your whole body into a ticking bomb, but you were adamant you would re-gain control of yourself again.

Once you had reached your quarters, you turned the large, round lock and stepped inside. To your surprise, you found Lucas curled up on your bed. His eyes snapped open and he jumped.

“I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, holding out your hand for emphasis. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Lucas whispered your name and bolted from the bed towards you, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks. He looked down at you with so much happiness and contentment in his eyes. “I love you,” he told you. “I just like being close to you at night.”

You both kissed for a few seconds and then sank in each other’s arms. Being in Lucas’ arms calmed you, and you sighed. His body was warm, comfortable, protective. “What are you doing up?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly as he kissed your neck, the two of you still locked in an embrace.

“I can’t stand being in there, Lucas. Freddie cries and screams every night. The two engineers opposite me were shouting at each other again this afternoon, and I just can’t take anymore of this. How are you feeling?”

Lucas smiled as he drew from the embrace and looked upon you. Even when you were struggling mentally, you still put him first. “Don’t worry about me. You need to go back to the Med Bay. The doctor can keep check on you in case you have a seizure or panic attack again.”

“I’m prodded with needles every morning. He’s constantly taking my blood pressure and…” you broke down and wept. “I want to go home, Lucas. I can’t stand being here anymore. I feel like I’m going to die and I’ll never see my family again before the end….”

“Shhh,” Lucas whispered, taking you into his arms again. He gently took you over to your bed and wrapped the quilt around you. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. Do you trust me?”

Through watery eyes, you looked up at your boyfriend. “You know I do.”

“Then trust me when I say that I’ll keep you safe. We’re all being taken to a hospital in twenty-four hours, and I’ll stay right beside you. I will never leave your side.”

You shook in Lucas’ arms.

He held you all night.

When you finally woke, you heard someone shouting, “She’s in here!” Commander Ford stormed into your quarters, terrifying you.

“What are you doing, Lieutenant? You were meant to remain in Med Bay,” Ford told you.

Lucas woke with a start and glared at Ford. “Give her a break, Commander,” he growled. “She can’t take it being cooped up in there.”

“No, Lucas. He’s right. I should have stayed in the Med Bay,” you said, getting to your feet to look at the Commander. “I just needed time away last night. It was getting unbearable being in there, and I wanted something more personal. I wanted to be back in my own bed.”

The doctor walked into your quarters, standing behind Commander Ford.

“Lucas, you should leave now,” Ford ordered. “You don’t want the Captain to know about this.”

“I was looking after her, Commander. She was terrified,” Lucas countered.

“Ensign, I understand that, but I’m ordering you to leave this room now. This isn’t up for debate.”

“Lucas, please. If Captain Hudson finds out…Thank you, Commander,” you said softly.

You sighed as you sat down on the empty bed in the Med Bay, where you had been housed the last week. The blanket was still tossed aside and a large dent in the pillow where your head had lain. Fredricks was still asleep in her bed next to yours, and for once she actually looked peaceful.

The doctor left the Med Bay about an hour later after completing his round of everyone there, and moved to the other make shift medical rooms. As he left, Dagwood walked in, mopping the floor.

“No point doing that. We’re all being moved out at 12:00 hours,” the engineer opposite you spat. He glared at Dagwood in sheer distain.

“What is your problem?” you hissed. “He’s only doing his job, more than can be said for you!”

Dagwood stopped mopping and looked between you and the engineer, his dark eyes bright with confusion and nervousness. “Dagwood is only doing what he normally does. Captain Hudson lets me clean.”

“And you keep on cleaning, Dagwood,” you reassured with a smile. “He can leave if he has a problem.”

“You fucking…” the engineer began, jumping from his bed.

In that moment, you felt your adrenaline rush through you, and you lunged out of bed, coming almost eye to eye with the engineer. “Go on, big man,” you growled. “Do it!” The engineer wasn’t a particularly large man, certainly not Dagwood’s size. He was taller than you by a few inches, but a little scrawny for working in the Navy and working with tools on a daily basis.

“Don’t fight,” Dagwood said in sadness. “Men don’t hit ladies.”

You scoffed. “I would loosely classify him as a man.”

Where had this sudden surge in anger come from?

The engineer attempted to grab you but was then tossed aside by Dagwood. His small frame was like a mere feather, light, to Dagwood. You glared at the man’s dark, evil stare as he was pinned to the wall by the Dagger.

The adrenaline was still surging, until suddenly you only saw darkness.

You opened your eyes and saw only bright lights. There was the chatter of distant voices on the air and the beeping of medical machines. Everything was pure white, sterile and reminded you of when your grandmother died. Disinfectant was thick on the air. All around you were curtains, which you pulled aside. Next to you was Jim Brody.

“Where are we?” you asked, battling your tired eyes against the blinding lights all around you.

“The main science and medical wing a few miles from the UEO headquarters,” Brody replied.

“Where’s Lucas?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“Lucas is further down the room. But I think they’ve taken him for an MRI. We’re all going one by one. How are you feeling? You had another seizure,” Brody told you.

“Got a bit of a headache but I feel calm,” you replied.

“Good, you’re awake,” a voice came, muffled. You looked upon someone in a full body suit and protective face mask. You could only just see a pair of eyes staring out of the thick, plastic visor. “Your MRI results have come back normal as we took you straight in when you arrived. Your doctor tells us that you’re the first person to show symptoms.”

“Yes,” you replied simply. “Do you have any idea what’s caused all this?”

The man – well, as far as you could tell, it was a man – never answered your question and began typing on a handheld computer tablet.

“I take that as either a no, or you’re just not prepared to tell us,” you huffed sarcastically. “I think it’s the latter.”

Brody chuckled to himself from the next bed.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and you turned, tracing the direction of the call. Lucas came racing down the centre of the room towards you. “Thank God you’re awake,” he said, grabbing you in a tight embrace.

“Can you back off, please, Ensign?” the man in the suit asked, his voice sounding full of disgust.

“Whether you like it or not, he stays with me,” you demanded, and reluctantly let go of Lucas.

Lucas held your hand tight and remained by your bed side as the man in the suit took your blood pressure, temperature and another blood sample.

One by one, each person who had been aboard the seaQuest had blood samples taken, their blood pressure taken, MRI scans and had their files assessed. Even the crew who were seemingly immune were tested, their results showing as a baseline for everyone else’s. That afternoon, just before evening set in, and Captain Hudson, who had been being checked in his own private room, addressed the majority of his crew who were in the large open space which was filled with rows of beds.

“The seaQuest is currently being tested thoroughly for signs of what caused this virus to spread so rapidly. Before we’re able to set foot back on board, the boat will undergo decontamination procedures,” Hudson said. A large circle of people was standing around him, spaced out between their beds.

“What about Darwin?” Lucas asked.

“The dolphin is safe, Ensign. He’s been taken to a medical tank and is being tested the same as we all are. Secretary McGath advises me that scientists from all over the country are looking into this; doctors have been flown in and we hope to be back in the water within the next seven to ten days.”

“Do they have any idea at all, Captain?” Brody asked, his arms folded across his chest.

Hudson sighed. “It’s been proposed that what we’re experiencing is a hormonal reaction to some kind of natural toxin that has been brought aboard, which has probably mutated and become a virus. This could be why the dolphin hasn’t shown any signs of it, along with certain members of the crew, including Dagwood, who has a completely different genetic structure to us. Like with most viruses, some people are naturally immune and some people are affected worse than others. Our coordinates for the last month are being analysed to try and piece together where this toxin may have come from.”

Captain Hudson disappeared a short time later, having been called into a vid-link meeting with Secretary McGath and the head of the science division within the UEO.

Meals were given out: disgusting looking, sloppy food in metal trays. It reminded you of something the children in workhouse would eat in nineteenth century Victorian England. Brody had since swapped beds with Lucas and disappeared further up the room, allowing you time with your boyfriend.

“I can’t eat that,” you grimaced and dropped the tray down on your bedside table. “I’m starting to get suspicious that they’ve put something in it. You know what these testing facilities are like, especially when the doctors wear hazmat suits. It’s a wonder we don’t start turning into mutants or something.”

“Ain’t you a joy to be around,” Piccolo chuckled from two beds down to your left.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t get a weird vibe from all this though, Tony?” you asked, looking past the officer to your left in order to make eye contact with Piccolo.

“You heard what the Captain said. We should be out of here in ten days tops,” Lucas told you.

“I don’t quite believe that,” you muttered, drawing your knees up towards your chest. “Something doesn’t smell right to me about all this.”

***

seaQuest tag list: @shrimpsthings @lathalea

#seaquest #seaquest dsv #seaquest 2032 #fanfic #seaquest fanfic #Lucas wolenczak #Lucas wolenczak x fem!reader #captain Oliver hudson #commander Jonathan ford #lieutenant James brody #lieutenant lonnie henderson #lieutenant jj fredricks #lieutenant Tim o'neill #dagwood #Tony piccolo #Darwin the dolphin

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honestgrins · 4 years

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Skipping Steps || Klaroline

Katherine has been waiting forever for Klaus and Caroline to finally go from work married to actually dating, and she thought a week at a conference in Las Vegas would let them loosen up enough to make the move. Boy, was she right.

Caroline had barely set her coffee down when Katherine burst into her office. "Next time you go to a conference, pick a shorter one." Her friend dramatically fell into the chair across from her desk, yawning. "It was so boring here with you for a whole week. Now, please tell me you put that week in Vegas to good use and finally boned your work husband."

Silly her for attempting to actually drink her coffee; Caroline nearly choked on it. Coughing, she waved frantically. "At least shut the door," she whispered. "Jesus, Kat."

Though she seemed annoyed at the lack of an answer, Katherine reached behind her to swing the door closed with a slight rattle of the wall. "Happy now? Dish. And don't leave out the dirty details."

"Kat-"

"It had to be good," she decided. "You two practically share a brain, sometimes, I refuse to believe that doesn't help in the bedroom." With a sly grin, she gave a seductive purr. "Unless you didn't even make it to the bedroom. Tell. Me. Everything."

Turning on her computer, Caroline all but pretended Katherine wasn't even there. But she also knew better than to think she could wait out her work-inappropriate curiosity. So, she sighed and took a more successful gulp of coffee before reluctantly meeting her gaze. "It was just a conference, Kat. You went to the last one with us, it's all networking and panels and seminars. What makes you think Klaus and I acted any differently on this one?"

It wasn't a new accusation. When Klaus was first hired, they near hated each other. Marketing attracted all types, many of which led to contradictions and outright conflicts. She was data-driven, strictly following creative briefs and initial plans as expected; he favored nontraditional solutions that came out of left field. Caroline loathed when his suggestions were taken over her perfectly supported proposals that precisely fit the client ask, and she had no problem letting him know it. Those early fights were legendary in the office, to the point where they were assigned to create proposals together rather than competing against each other, lest their rivalry become a more troublesome to their department head.

They still fought, of course, but it devolved into a bickering that most likened to that of an old married couple - a dynamic their coworkers liked to tease them about.

Some more than others.

Katherine, for instance, watched her with a suspicious glare. "Something did happen," she nodded, "and you don't want to tell me about it. Come on, we've all gone through three betting pools on when you two would hook up. You can tell me, I won't gloat unless I win."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just...processing."

Though her eyes narrowed, a knock at the door prevented Katherine from digging further. "Come in," she called, annoyed. When it was Klaus who walked in, though, she appeared positively delighted. "Well, hello there. I was just asking-"

"If I needed any help catching up on what happened here while we were at the conference," Caroline quickly interrupted. She barely restrained herself from glaring at her friend, but Klaus helped by dropping an almond croissant on her desk. Sipping her coffee allowed her to hide a silly grin. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

He shrugged, taking the other chair next to Katherine's. "I was hoping to bribe you into completing my reimbursement paperwork," he admitted freely.

Her lips pursed like she was trying not to smile. "Seriously? It's one page."

"You like paperwork," he shrugged again. "I thought you'd appreciate the chance to color-code my receipts."

Rolling her eyes, Caroline turned back to Katherine with a thorough lack of amusement. "Whatever betting pool you're hoping to win, I hope this shows there are no winners."

Klaus looked between them, confused. "Who's betting on what?"

"Kat, thanks for checking in. We can chat over lunch today," Caroline broke in, the Monday of it all getting to her. "Get the door on your way out? I'd hate for the whole office to hear me complain about the state of his receipts."

With a calculating look, Katherine eventually gave in. "Fine," she said as she stood to leave. "But I want to hear all about those 'receipts' at lunch."

Though she wanted to drop her head to the desk, Caroline nodded and smiled. It had to happen sometime, and at least they'd be out of the office when she...explained. What she had to say wasn't exactly breakroom news. "Deal."

The door shut behind her as she left, and Caroline sagged back in relief. "You were right," she groaned.

"Beg pardon, love?" Klaus leaned forward on his knees with a predatory grin. "I believe I just heard you say that I was right."

"Shut up," she huffed, her hand falling to the necklace hanging beneath her shirt. A finger traced the small ring no one could see. "I don't think our plan is going to work."

Without hesitating, Klaus pushed himself up from the chair to lock her office door. He walked around her desk to stand in front of her, and he gently lifted the chain from her neck until he held the ring in his hand. As he stroked the warm metal, he dropped a reverent kiss on her lips. "It'll work," he promised. "We happen to make an excellent team, and we can accomplish anything we set our minds to."

"Like," she drawled, her voice mocking, "getting married in Vegas when we haven't even really been on a date?"

He kissed her again, soft and lingering. "Exactly that."

Smiling up at him, her hand drifted up the arm he still used to hold her ring - the one he gave her in front of a Jedi officiant and she couldn't wait to put back on. "Okay," she breathed with resolve. "As far as they know, we finally gave into our obvious feelings for each other and are dating."

"Once everyone eases into it and we become old news," Klaus continued, "we can plan another wedding. Although, I'm rather partial to calling you my wife already."

Caroline bit her lip, tugging him down for another kiss. "I know what you mean. But they will never let us live it down," she warned. "For the rest of our lives, we'll be that couple."

But he just grinned against her lips. "I happen to like the sound of that." When he stood up, he gently tucked her ring back into her shirt. "As for our first date, I was thinking dinner tonight. A proper dinner at a restaurant, tablecloths and silverware."

"I happen to like the Chinese takeout we've been living on since we got back," she teased, her hands falling to his waist. "Or maybe I just like hiding away in your apartment with you, clothes optional."

"Discouraged, really."

She snorted. "Very true. But dinner sounds nice, too. Pick me up at seven?"

Nodding, Klaus kissed her one last time before heading back to the door. "Sounds perfect, sweetheart. I'll make a reservation, and you make sure to pack that first round of bags you were planning out this weekend."

Her heart stuttered with excitement at how happy he sounded for her to move in with him. Maybe it was fast, and their relationship was certainly unconventional, but she was so, so happy, too. "Will do."

They were too busy grinning at each other to notice her phone buzzing with notifications, not until the door handle rattled against the lock and a fist started pounding on the door itself. Katherine's voice came through, clear and angry. "Caroline, why the hell are you tagged in pictures from a freaking wedding chapel?"

For a long second, the grins slipped from their faces and they just stared at each other in realization. "Well, crap."

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #kcauweek2020 #day 7 #trope x trope #captive audience #fic: skipping steps #super silly but i had fun

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hxbbit · 5 years

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Pretender (Billy Russo x Reader)

Words: ~10k

Warnings: some angst, awful mothers, embarrassing family, smut, unprotected sex

Prompt: Fake-Dating

I am back, my friends, and here is my entry for @banditthewriter trope challenge! And my god, did I have fun writing this! I picked this trope, because I was really inspired by bandits fake-dating fic and had this idea in my head for quite a while, so here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“No, you didn’t! That’s a lie!” You laughed as you let yourself and Billy into your apartment.

“Okay, maybe I embellished the story a little, but it did happen, ask Frank!” Billy replied as he shrugged his leather jacket off.

“Ha, I knew it.” You sat down on the couch, still with a grin on your face, and Billy walked over to the fridge, getting two bottles of water out.

The world was spinning around you, so you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the back of the couch. Maybe you really had had one too many drinks.

“Your sister is getting married?” Billy then asked. You opened your eyes and saw him still standing at the fridge, the wedding invitation in his hand and the two water bottles in his other.

“She is.” You shrugged.

“You never mentioned it and the wedding is in…” Billy looked at the invitation again. “two weeks.” Billy then looked at you with furrowed brows, then put the invitation back on the fridge with a magnet.

“I am aware,” you answered. Billy came over and handed you one of the bottles before sitting down next to you.

“What, you’re not happy for her? I thought you said that Tim was a good guy?” Billy questioned you further.

You took a few sips of the cool water in hopes of sobering up a little. You didn’t really want to talk about it, not even with Billy, who was one of your best friends.

“He is and I am happy for them. It’s just… My whole family is going to be there. And I haven’t really talked to any of them since I broke up with Richard. So the rehearsal dinner and the wedding will be the perfect opportunity for them to pester me with questions. “Y/N, what did you do wrong this time?”, “Y/N, when are you finally gonna marry?”, “Y/N, why can’t you keep a man?”, you get the gist.” You let out a long sigh.

“Are you sure? I mean, Rick The Dick was an asshole and he was the one that cheated on you and not the other way around,” Billy supplied, trying to reason with you.

“That won’t matter to them, surely I must’ve done something wrong to make Richard cheat on me,” you scoffed.

“And initially, Richard was supposed to go to the wedding with me, but now I have to go alone. Fun!” You let out a little laugh and then took another sip of your drink.

“I can go with you,” Billy then suddenly offered.

“Yeah, right,” you snorted without even looking at him.

“No, I mean it. I’ll go with you if you want.”

You looked over at Billy and he looked completely serious.

“Billy, I-,” you started, wanted to say that it was nice of him to offer, but that he really wouldn’t want to do it if he knew what he was in for, but instead he interrupted you.

“No, listen, I could go with you and pretend to be your new boyfriend. I’d schmooze your parents a little bit and dazzle them with my good looks and charm, which will distract them from you. I’m sure they’d love me,” Billy explained with a grin and you really let his words sink in, you were about to open your mouth to say something when Billy interrupted you again.

“I was in Afghanistan getting shot at, I’ll survive your family.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you then replied and that made Billy laugh.

“But seriously, think about it,” he said before getting up and then heading out of your apartment.

Billy pretending to be your boyfriend, now there was an idea.

Your friendship with Billy was still relatively new. You had met him a little over a year ago when Karen had invited you for drinks and her boyfriend Frank had invited his best friend Billy.

Billy had tried flirting with you, and if you had been single, you sure would’ve reciprocated it, but you were with Richard at that time so you just brushed it off.

But then he tagged along more often when you all hung out and a friendship developed. Billy didn’t judge, you had the same sense of humor and you really just clicked.

That was one of the reasons Richard cheated on you, at least so he claimed.

He said that he was sure that you had something going on with Billy, so that gave him the permission to cheat on you, too.

But your friendship with Billy had always been strictly platonic. Sure, sometimes he still flirted, but it never crossed the line.

However, ever since you broke up, you had some peculiar thoughts cross your mind.

Billy liked the women and the women liked Billy, he wasn’t the relationship type and he always made that very clear, but that didn’t stop them from chasing after him. This lead you to believe, that Billy must be doing something very right in the bedroom.

So was it bad that you kept wondering what he was like in bed? And if he could make you come undone? Or if his pretty mouth was good at more than just letting out witty remarks?

You always tried to push those thoughts out of your head.

You tried to convince yourself that it was only because you were horny and maybe a little desperate and, well, Billy was there and obviously he is ridiculously attractive, but deep down you knew that there might be something more to it.

However, you also felt like Billy’s flirting has increased since your break up. He always played it off as a joke and that he obviously didn’t really mean it, but you still noticed it.

But the whole fake-dating thing was Billy’s idea, he offered to help you out. It was only for one weekend. And he would really make that whole wedding more bearable, not only because it would get your family off your back, but also because you liked having Billy around and you were sure that you’d have a lot more fun if he was there. What could go wrong?

Before you fell asleep that night, you had made the decision to accept Billy’s offer.

When you woke up the next morning, you thought about Billy and your decision again and even in your now sober, mildly hungover, mind it still seemed like a good idea. Maybe not the best idea, but also definitely not the worst.

You still had to make sure that your sister still had you marked down with a +1, which meant you had to call her.

“Y/N! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Your sister greeted you and you could hear a grin in her voice.

“Hi, Ellie,” you said and you had to smile.

“How are you? How are the wedding preparations going?”

“I’m good and everything is going great. I can’t believe that I’m going to get married in less than two weeks,” she replied and you could hear that she sounded excited, if not a little tired.

“I know, it’s insane,” you said and you meant it. Ellie was your younger sister, your baby sister, and she was getting married before you.

“So, why are you really calling?” She then asked. She knew you way too well.

You took a deep breath.

“Listen, I RSVP-ed with a +1, but that was before I broke up with Richard,” you started.

“Yes?” Ellie answered hesitantly, probably wondering where you were going with this.

“Do you still have me in your plans with a +1 or did you think I was going to come alone and change it?”

“I still have an extra seat for you,” Ellie said, but then it seemed to really register what you had just asked her.

“Hold on. Why are you asking? You didn’t get back together with Richard, did you? That guy is an idiot!”

“No, no! I didn’t get back together with him. I would like to bring someone else.” You swallowed hard, obviously she would want to know who you’re bringing.

“Do you have a new boyfriend?! Who are you bringing to my wedding?” She asked, completely shocked, usually you always told her about these things, so she was probably a little insulted that you didn’t tell her about it sooner.

“You remember Billy, right?” Billy and Ellie had met only once.

“Oh, you mean your absurdly hot friend? The friend that you insisted was really only a friend and that there was nothing romantic going on between you two? Yeah, I remember”

You had a choice now. You could tell Ellie the truth, that you would bring Billy to pretend to be your boyfriend, just to get your family off your back. But Ellie wasn’t the best at keeping secrets. She didn’t mean to spill them, it always just sort of happened. So the better choice, even if you didn’t like it, was to lie to her.

“Yeah, well, Billy is my boyfriend now,” you quickly let the words slip out, flinching a little, because you really didn’t like lying to her.

Ellie let out a squeal.

“You’re kidding, right? Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me?!”

“We kept it quiet. Wanted to see if we would work as a couple before we announced it to the world, but it’s going great, actually,” you explained to her, trying to come up with something that would sound believable.

“I can’t believe it. I’ve always liked Billy. He always seemed to really make you happy, even just as a friend. And the way you talked about him sometimes… I shouldn’t be that surprised,” Ellie said.

“He does make me happy,” you replied and you involuntarily had to smile as you thought of Billy.

“Well then, he’s very much invited to the wedding”

“Thanks, Ellie”

You then ended the call with your sister and immediately called Billy.

“So you remember the offer you made me?” You asked without a greeting.

“Hello to you, too,” Billy laughed. “and yes, I remember.”

“I thought about it last night and if you’re still up for it, I would like to accept it,” you said.

“Do you always think about me at night?” Billy only replied, a seductive, yet humorous tone in his voice and while you knew he was joking, you couldn’t help but feel a pulling sensation low in your stomach.

“Billy, I’m serious and I need to know that you’re going to take this seriously as well.”

“Sorry, yes. I am still up for it and I am going to take this very seriously.”

“Good, because I already told my sister that you’re coming,” you said, shrugging, even though you knew that Billy couldn’t see it.

Billy laughed at the other end of the line.

“So what would you have done if I had said no?”

“Then I would have to drag you there by force,” you explained matter-of-factly.

You discussed some more details with Billy before you then hung up.

Billy asked you what the dress code was and what color your dress would be and when you would have to leave on Friday to arrive in time for the rehearsal.

He would be out of town for a week and you probably wouldn’t see him again before the wedding weekend, so that’s why he asked about all of this now.

You would still have to talk about what story you’re going to tell on the day and iron out all the details, but you’d have enough time to do that on the drive to the wedding venue. Your sister was marrying in the Hamptons.

You got increasingly nervous the closer it got to the wedding, starting to doubt if it was really such a good idea to lie to everyone. Eventually you would have to tell your family that you ‘broke up’ with Billy, because it obviously was all a lie and only for a weekend and you couldn’t keep that lie up forever.

You were pretty much neck deep into it now, so there was no going back. You were sure that your sister had told someone about your new relationship and that it would make the rounds, so you couldn’t show up to the wedding alone.

In fact, you were surprised that you mother hasn’t called you yet, to ask if the rumors were true.

Billy and you stayed in touch through text over the time he was gone and you had made plans that you would meet up on Friday morning around 10am and then you’d drive to the Hamptons. At first you tried to convince him to take your car, but Billy insisted on taking the Rolls Royce. He said something about strong first impressions.

You had packed your bags for the weekend and checked double to make sure that you had the wedding gift and everything else you needed so that you were ready when Billy showed up. Shortly after 10am, you doorbell rang and you opened the door for Billy.

He was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater, but his hair was still styled perfectly.

“Hey, how was your trip?” You greeted him with a smile as you grabbed your bags.

“Hey, busy. Let me take those,” Billy offered and took the bags from your hands.

“Oh my, my boyfriend is a gentleman,” you joked.

“Not your boyfriend yet. Boyfriend time starts when we’re in the Hamptons, but I see someones eager.” He grinned at you.

You locked the door behind you and then you both went to his car.

“Okay, so, we need to get our stories straight,” you started as soon as you were on the road.

“What did you tell your sister about us?” He asked.

“Well, she obviously knows that we were/are friends and I told her that we got together and kept it quiet at first to see if things would work out, but nothing more.”

“Alright, so let’s just stick to the truth as much as we can, it’ll make it easier,” Billy suggested and you agreed.

“Good idea. So, we started out as friends and you had always been hitting on me and flirting with me, because I am so hard to resist, and then when I broke up with Richard, you were there to-“

“Fuck the sadness and anger out of you?” Billy supplied with a grin.

“No!” You had to laugh, but you still rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m sure I could’ve done that, though.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, only taking his eyes off the road for a second to gauge your reaction.

“Well, if you wanna tell my family - parents and grandparents included - that version of the story, feel free. But, I mean, where’s your sense of the romantic?”

“Okay, okay, fine. So I was there as your shoulder to lean on and help make you see what a dick Richard really was. And along the way you realized that it was me all along and that you could no longer resist all of this,” he said while gesturing towards himself with one hand, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips.

“Yeah, exactly, and the rest is history.” You then added.

“Also, another important thing. No hitting on anyone else at the wedding”

“Obviously,” he replied, actually sounding a little offended. “But do you really think I can’t keep it in my pants for three days?”

“Billy, I’ve seen you go home with more girls than I can count, I’m just saying”

“Who do you think I gonna sleep with, your Aunt Carol?”

“Aunt Carol actually recently divorced so there would be a good chance that she would hit on you. One of my cousins, though, Ann, you’re exactly her type and she isn’t exactly ugly either.” You shrugged.

“I think hot, is everyone’s type,” he stated.

“I mean attractive, well-dressed smooth-talkers with eyes and a smile that make you want to do all sorts of dirty things,” you said, trying to sound unaffected and detached and you also desperately tried not to think of any of the dirty things that it would make you want to do.

“Huh, sounds like someone is speaking from personal experience.” Billy didn’t look at you, kept his eyes fixed on the road and you were thankful for that.

You only rolled your eyes at him again, but you could also feel the heat in your cheeks.

You then hashed out a few more details and then chatted about other things the rest of the way there. The drive was nice, you loved seeing the change of scenery. Fall had always been your favorite season, but you didn’t get to see much of the colorful trees in the city.

At around 12.30pm, you arrived at your destination. That meant show time.

Tim was from the Hamptons, but for the duration of the wedding him and Ellie would stay at the small bed and breakfast, as well as you and your immediate family, since it was closer to the venue. And since you were all staying together, you and Billy had to be on your A-Game and couldn’t slip up, you only really were safe in your room.

You were standing at the check-in when you heard Ellie’s voice from behind you.

“Y/N!” She came running up to you with a big grin on her face and she looked positively glowing and all around very happy, Tim was right behind her.

“Hi, Ellie!” You held out your arms and then gave her a tight hug.

Once you released her and she stepped back a little, you gave Tim a hug as well.

“It’s good to see you again, Ellie,” Billy said and held out his hand, but Ellie didn’t take it. Instead she opened her arms and pulled him into a hug.

“You too, Billy!”

Billy let out a laugh that sounded a little out of breath, because Ellie seemingly squeezed all the air out of him.

“Jesus, Ellie, don’t break his ribs,” Tim joked, before he then held out his hand to Billy.

“I’m Tim,” he introduced himself.

“Billy. Thanks for having me at your wedding,” he said very politely.

“Your rooms are on the second floor, Tim and I are on the third and the rest are all on the first floor,” she said with a wink and a cheeky grin.

Again you felt the heat in your cheeks and when you looked at Billy, you saw that he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Sounds good,” you then finally said.

“Alright, so the rehearsal starts at four, so you can go to your rooms and relax a little and unpack, and we’ll all meet down here again later,” she explained before they left you on your own again. Ellie was very busy with the last few details of the wedding.

“This weekend is going to be so much fun,” Billy then said, before draping an arm around your shoulders and then leading you towards the stairs.

There was only one bed.

Of course there was only one bed and no couch.

Obviously that meant that you and Billy had to share the bed. Somehow that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind until now. You had slept in the same bed with Billy before, but that was only ever after nights out when he slept over at your place completely wasted, because it was closer to your favorite bar.

You sat down your bag and then flopped onto the bed face first while letting out a groan.

“What are we doing here, Billy?” You mumbled into the comforter.

You felt Billy lay down next to you.

“Relax, it’s all gonna be fine,” he said, trying to calm you down and reassure you.

You moved your head so you could look at him. Billy was on his back and looking towards the ceiling. You always marbled at Billy’s perfect side profile whenever you could and right now was no exception, the sunlight that was coming through the windows accentuated his face beautifully and his hair still looked impeccable.

“You’re staring”

“What, I can’t look at my boyfriend?” You said with a grin.

Billy turned so he was on his side, looking at you and you did the same.

“Not like that,” he said, voice quiet as he looked at your face and you could’ve sworn that he had just glanced at your lips, involuntarily you darted your tongue out to wet your lips.

“Like what?” You whispered, your voice almost failing you, heart beating faster.

He didn’t answer, instead he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You wouldn’t let it go so easily, though.

“Like what, Billy?” You asked again, taking a shaky breath.

Billy had just opened his mouth to reply when a knock sounded at your door and shortly after you could hear your mother voice, disrupting the quiet and that tender moment you just shared with Billy.

Immediately you sat up.

“Y/N, are you in there?” She called from the other side of the door.

“Yes, mother,” you called back, getting up and walking towards the door. You looked back at Billy who was now sitting on the bed and he nodded at you, then you opened the door.

“Mom!”

“Hello, my dear!” She pulled you into a hug and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

“How are you? How was the…” She started, but trailed off mid-sentence when she saw Billy come up behind you. He put one arm around your middle, pulling you closer towards him.

“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Billy Russo. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he introduced himself with his most charming smile, his hand held out.

“Oh, hello,” she replied, taking his hand, seemingly taken aback.

“So this is your new boyfriend? I didn’t think you’d bring him to your sisters wedding,” she said with a certain tone of shade, glancing at you, but keeping a polite, fake smile on her lips.

“Well, I did,” you only replied curtly.

“Y/N has told me a lot about you. She seemed to have forgotten to mention, though, what a charming and beautiful woman her mother is. I see now where she got it from,” Billy continued still with that smile on his face and your mother was seemingly flattered by it, yet you had to suppress your laughter.

“Mother, if you could excuse us, we’re quite tired from the drive and would like to rest a little before the rehearsal. We’ll meet downstairs at four,” you quickly said, before she could say anything else.

“Of course, my dear. You two rest.” She kissed you on the cheek once more and then left.

As soon as you had closed the door, you couldn’t help but let out the laugh that had been building inside you since Billy started talking.

“Jesus, you’re laying it on thick,” you said between laughter.

“That’s just my natural charm,” he said, joining you in your laughter.

“She doesn’t seem that bad, though,” he then added once you’ve both calmed down a little, although you were still giggling.

“You just caught her off guard. Don’t worry, the inquisition will commence later,” you reassured him.

Once it was 4 o’clock, you went downstairs and basically your whole immediate family as well as Tim’s parents had gathered there and needless to say, it suddenly got very quiet once they saw that you had someone new with you.

“Everyone, this is Billy, my boyfriend. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time for personal introductions later,” you said to get the initial awkwardness out of the way.

Your sister arrived before anyone could say anything else, ushering you all outside.

Ellie gave you everyone directions on where to go, the venue was pretty close, but since it was drizzling a little, you would all split up and drive down.

You walked towards Billy’s Rolls when you heard your dad’s voice.

“I was wondering who that car belonged to.” There was an appreciative tone to his voice.

You turned to see him look a the car and went over to him to give him a hug.

“It’s good to see you, dad,” you said genuinely. You had always had a better relationship with your father.

“Hey, darling,” he said. “That your new guy?” He whispered into your ear and you nodded with a grin.

“That’s Billy,” you introduced him and they shook hands.

“That’s quite the car you got there,” your dad then said.

“She’s a beaut, isn’t she?” Billy grinned.

“Sure is. Always been a fan of them myself.”

“Would you like to take her for a drive?” Billy then offered, fishing the key out of his pocket while your dad only looked at you in disbelieve. You only shrugged with a grin, telling him that way to go for it. Your dad’s face lit up as he took the keys from Billy.

He got behind the steering wheel, starting the car.

“Oh, you’re good,” you said with a grin, enjoying all of this maybe a little more than you should.

“It’s what I do best, babe.”

Billy then got into the front and you sat in the back as your dad drove Billy’s car to the venue and your dad could barely contain his joy, asking Billy things about the car. You had no idea what they were talking about, so you kinda zoned out, but you enjoyed seeing your father happy. You also liked seeing your father and Billy get along so well. You tried not to think about what he would say once you were to ‘break up’ with him again. Your dad would probably be more heartbroken than you.

Your dad was still gushing over the car once you’ve arrived at the venue and you got out of the car, walking the rest of the way to the Victorian era house. It was absolutely beautiful, with a big garden and a lot of colorful trees. You could even smell the ocean breeze in the wind.

It was supposed to be warm and sunny tomorrow, so the ceremony and reception would take place outside. There was already a big tent standing in the garden.

Billy was walking next to you and you were a little surprised when he casually took your hand in his, linking your fingers.

“Relax,” he whispered so only you could hear it, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. PDA was part of the whole boyfriend package it seemed.

Ellie and Tim then showed you around the house a little and then you all had to practice walking down the aisle. As a bridesmaid, you were paired up with a random groomsman you didn’t know who had been assigned to you. You couldn’t help but wish that it was Billy who was leading you down the aisle.

Once you had all gathered and Tim was standing there, waiting for Ellie to be led towards him by your father, you suddenly felt tears prickle in your eyes. You were so happy for Ellie, to have found such a good guy, who made her so happy and who would become her husband tomorrow.

You looked over at Billy, who was standing with your parents. At least your mother had the decency to not bombard him with questions right now.

Billy seemed to feel your eyes on him, because he looked at you now and a soft smile spread on his lips, which you returned.

You all repeated the same thing once more, to make sure that everyone knew their places and to insure that things would be running smoothly on the big day tomorrow.

You went straight to Billy after it was finished.

“How come you’re not the maid of honor?” Billy then asked you straight out, taking your hand again as you walked outside once more. Your heart jumped a little in your chest at those casual touches.

“Uh, well, since she lives out here and I live in the city and we’re both quite busy, we thought it would be better if her best friend took on that role, since I couldn’t have been there for her as much as she’d needed me to,” you explained to him and Billy nodded his understanding.

The rehearsal dinner was right after. You all gathered again at a restaurant and of course, you sat next to your mother. She was on your right, Billy on your left.

Ellie then clinked a fork against her glass, once they got everyone’s attention, Ellie and Tim stood up.

“We just want to thank you all for coming, for all the help and all the wedding gifts we have already received that we promise we haven’t opened yet,” Tim said, he added a wink at the last part and that got a few laughs out of everyone.

Tim and Ellie then said a few more words, before everyone toasted to them and the dinner began.

Immediately your mother turned towards you and Billy.

“So Billy, how long have you and my daughter been an item?” She asked, her question aimed directly at Billy and it seemed as if she was purposely ignoring you.

“Two months. But we’ve been friends for over a year before that,” Billy answered politely.

“I see. But why now?” She asked and you couldn’t believe her nerve.

“Mother-“, you hissed at her, but Billy put a hand on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Well, if it had been up to me, I would’ve asked her out the night I met her,” he laughed a little. “but she was in a relationship back then and I also didn’t think it would be right to ask her out as soon she had split up with Richard, so I waited, because I knew that Y/N was worth it,” Billy said and God he was convincing, you almost believed it yourself, maybe because you wanted it to be true. You took his hand that was still on your thigh into yours and Billy looked fondly at you for just a second before he gave your mother his full attention again.

“And what do you do for a living? I mean that’s quite the car you drive,” she questioned further. Your mother didn’t know much about cars, but she knew expensive when she saw it.

“I’m founder and CEO of a private military security firm called Anvil,” Billy explained smoothly.

“Is it doing well?” Your mother asked and you could only roll her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

“I would like to say so,” Billy replied with a bashful, yet proud smile.

“And what do your parents do?”

At this question, you squeezed Billy’s hand and jumped in.

“Mom, I think you’ve asked Billy enough questions already.”

“It’s fine, babe,” Billy said before answering your mother, that pet name rolling off his tongue so casually.

“Actually, I don’t have any family. I was raised in the system”

“Oh my, I’m sorry to hear that dear. But at least you’ve made something of yourself, you can be very proud of that.” This was the first time you’ve actually heard something nice come out of her mouth.

“Now my daughter here, we paid for her education and helped her as much as we could and she still can’t make anything proper out of herself. She’s a lost cause, I’m afraid.” And of course she had to ruin it.

You clenched your jaw, nails digging into Billy’s hand. Your mother had a talent of making you feel like you’re nine-years-old again, tears were burning in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let her see you cry. You told yourself before every meeting, that you wouldn’t let her words get to you and by now, you were pretty good at it, but the fact that she said those things to Billy hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

“If you’ll excuse me for a second,” you said before quickly getting up and walking outside.

“Oh, now don’t be so dramatic!” You heard your mother call after you.

You needed air, needed to get away from your mother, pacing up and down in front of the restaurant. It was dark already and cold but the sting of the cold night air in your lungs felt good.

You were still fighting the tears when someone came outside after you.

It was Billy. Of course it was Billy.

“I was never good enough. I will never be good enough for her,” you muttered, voice shaky, while still pacing up and down. You didn’t even know if you were talking to Billy or yourself.

Billy stepped in your way, making you stop in your tracks.

“Come here,” he whispered, before he pulled you into his arms and you wrapped your arms around him. You felt the tears starting to spill from your eyes and quiet sobs were escaping your lips.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Billy hushed you gently, his hand smoothing over your hair and after a little while, you slowly peeled back from him, running your fingers under your eyes to fix any running mascara and wiping away the last of the tears.

“I’m sorry, Billy,” you didn’t quite know what you were apologizing for. For you mother? For storming off? For crying on him?

“Hey, look at me,” he said and when you didn’t look at him, he took your face into his hands and angled it up so that you had to look at him.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Your mother should be the one apologizing. Saying things like that to your own flesh and blood? I couldn’t even believe what she was saying,” Billy said, looking at you intently, brows pulled together, his eyes looking so infinitely deep in the low light.

“Yeah, well, that’s my mother,” you sniveled a little.

“Do you want me to go in there again and give her a piece of my mind?” Billy said, half joking, but you knew that he would do it if you said yes.

“No, not yet at least,” you let out a soft laugh. He then let go of your face again. “I don’t want to ruin Ellies big day.”

“Alright, you ready to go back inside then or do you wanna stay out here a little longer? Or do you wanna go home?” Billy asked.

“No, I’m ready. How do I look?” You asked him, wanting to know if you looked like you had just cried.

“You look absolutely beautiful… You always do.”

You would’ve laughed about that if it wasn’t for that tone of absolute sincerity in his voice that made your heart flutter a little.

“Thanks,” you only whispered back. He then grabbed your hand and led you back inside.

You had ignored your mother for the rest of the dinner. Billy chatted with your grandparents and they were immediately and completely smitten with him. You loved that your family seemed to love Billy and a part of you hoped that this could be real. That all of this wasn’t just a lie, but that you could make it a reality. But Billy was your friend. Just your friend.

Once the dinner was over, you drove back to the B&B. It had cooled off quite considerably since the sun had gone down and you were really looking forward to a hot shower and then your bed. You went up to your room and opened the door, but instead of it being warm and inviting, it was cold.

“Is it just me or is it freezing in here?” You asked Billy.

“Yeah, no, I don’t think the heater is working,” Billy agreed.

“Why don’t you change and shower or whatever and I’ll ask the owner if they can do something about it?” He offered and you nodded, thanking him for it.

You were happy that you had at least hot water so you could warm up a little bit, but you already dreaded getting out, because it would probably feel even colder now that you’re warmed up. When you finally had the courage go get out of the shower and put on your pajamas, Billy was already back.

“The heat’s not working in the entire house and they don’t know what the problem is, so they probably won’t be able to fix it tonight,” Billy then explained and you let out a sigh, quickly slipping under the covers of the bed.

“If I freeze to death, tell my sister that I love her,” you said over-dramatically.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m hot enough for both of us,” he said with a grin and a wink.

“You sure are,” you laughed.

Billy also took a shower and then slipped under the covers next to you. You were still so cold, even your teeth were chattering.

“Jesus, come on,” Billy said, lifting the covers.

“What?”

“Come on, let’s cuddle, I’ll warm you up”

You hesitated only for a second before you scooted over to Billy, basically draping yourself on top of him, legs tangling, your head resting on his chest. He tucked the covers in around you both as best as he could in this position and then held you close. You sighed in content.

“Thanks, Billy. For everything,” you whispered into the darkness after a while. You could tell by his breathing that he was still awake. Billy didn’t reply anything, instead he only pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You should have probably ignored that and taken it as an answer, but you lifted your head from his chest and looked up to him, a questioning expression on your face.

It was dark in the room, only the moon and the street lamps illuminated the room a little.

And there was it again.

The same tension that you had felt when you were on the bed together earlier that day, looking at each other.

“We should sleep. We have an early start and long day tomorrow,” Billy then said, interrupting the moment.

“You’re right.” You put your head back down on his chest and closed your eyes.

You listened to Billy’s breathing and heartbeat and it seemed to be an incredible lullaby, because soon after, you fell asleep.

Your alarm rang and you groaned, not wanting to get up yet. You were way too comfortable right now. You shifted and moved a little, wanting to sleep for five more minutes, trying to get into that perfect position again when suddenly a hand grabbed your hip, stilling your movements.

“Stop moving,” you heard a raspy voice from behind you. Billy’s voice, you suddenly realized, remembering that you were sharing a bed. You had fallen asleep cuddling and now Billy was spooning you, holding you close to him.

And then you also realized why he told you to stop moving.

“Are you seriously hard right now?” You grumbled, but not moving away from him just yet.

“I’m not doing it on purpose, and your ass rubbing up against me really doesn’t help,” Billy argued, but he also wasn’t moving, instead, he actually pulled you closer, his scruff scratching your shoulder. You sighed. You wanted to bask in this moment a little longer, but you also really needed to get up, too.

“I need to get up, Billy,” you said and he only huffed in reply, his warm breath fanning over your neck and after a second longer, he released you, rolling on his back.

You got out form under the covers and headed into the bathroom, quickly getting ready. You had the whole ‘bridesmaids help the bride get dressed’ in a bit, where you would get all dolled up, too, so you didn’t take long in the bathroom.

Billy was still in bed when you got out again.

“I have to leave now, help Ellie get ready and all that. The ceremony starts at twelve, so we’ll meet at the venue and don’t be late,” you gave him all the instructions he needed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.

You then grabbed your dress and make up bag, luckily it wasn’t raining, since you had to walk down to the venue where Ellie would get ready.

“You’re late!” Katy, Ellie’s maid of honor said as soon as you got into the room.

“Cut her some slack, Katy. Have you seen her new guy? If you had him in your bed, you wouldn’t wanna get out either,” Ellie laughed, winking at you.

“Very funny,” you said but laughed as well, because it was true after all.

You went over to her and hugged her.

“Are you excited? Are you ready?” You asked her quietly.

“I’m so excited and so ready,” she said and her smile was big and genuine.

“So no cold feet I should be worried about?” You said, but you already knew that she was really telling the truth and that there was nothing to worry about.

“No cold feet!” She answered. “But how are you doing? How is Billy handling the fam?”

“I’m fine, mom is mom, but Billy is handling it spectacularly well, actually,” you told her.

“That’s good, because I want him to stick around. He’s a good guy, I can tell. And the way he looks at you...” Ellie continued.

“How does he look at me?” You asked timidly, wanting to know what she meant.

“Like you hung the moon in the sky. He loves you, Y/N, it’s clear as day,” Ellie said. “And you know what? You look at him the same way,” she then concluded. Either Billy was an incredible actor delivering an Academy Award worthy performance or Ellie was right and quite frankly, you weren’t sure what the truth was. You weren’t even sure about your own feelings towards Billy.

You then all proceeded to get ready, you had decided to do your hair and make up yourself, while some of the other bridesmaids and Ellie, of course, had a professional make up artist who made them all look very pretty.

The photographer was already there as well and took some pictures of you all, candid moments.

The bridesmaids went downstairs and Ellie went with the photographer to the back of the house into the garden where she would share that ‘first look’ moment with Tim.

And then, the ceremony started.

Ellie walked down the aisle, with your father by her side, and she looked so beautiful. The gown, the hair, the veil, everything looked perfect and Ellie glowed. You had never seen her as happy as in this moment.

And this time, unlike at the rehearsal, you couldn’t hold back the tears.

You looked at the crowd, trying to find Billy and when you spotted him, he was already looking at you. He wore a simple, yet perfectly tailored, black suit and a white dress shirt, his hair was as always, styled to perfection. And in this moment, Ellie’s words came to mind again and as you looked at Billy, you realized that Ellie was right. You could no longer deny it, the feelings you felt for Billy, were more than just friendly.

You were falling for him.

Now you only had to figure out if Billy felt the same.

You went to find Billy immediately after the ceremony and all the formalities had ended and when you found him, he had two champagne glasses in his hands, handing you one.

“Didn’t take you for a wedding crier,” he joked.

“Hey, it’s my baby sisters wedding, I’m allowed to cry,” you said, fake-scolding him.

You mingled a little, talking to various people there before Ellie found you, dragging you off to the toilets because she needed help with her dress.

“I can’t believe you’re married now,” you said to her, shaking your head in disbelieve.

“I know, it’s so strange, but the good kind of strange,” she agreed a constant smile seemingly plastered on her face.

“Have you thought more about the fact that you’re obviously in love with Billy?” She then asked.

“Why are we talking so much about Billy and me? It’s your wedding!”

“Don’t deflect the conversation, I know what you’re doing. But if you don’t want to talk about it, then fine,” Ellie said and then shrugged.

When you got back to the party you couldn’t find Billy at first, but then you saw him standing with your Aunt Carol. Billy wore suits a lot, but this one looked especially good on him and something also told you that he put even more effort into his hair today than usual.

Your Aunt Carol seemed to think the same, because she was feeling Billy up, her hand on his chest and you had to laugh a little at the scene. You decided to go over and save him.

“Auntie, I see you’ve met Billy,” you said, interrupting their conversation and stepping next to Billy. She pulled her hand away from him when she saw you.

“I have! And what a charming gentleman he is! If I were a few years younger I might’ve even tried to steal him from you,” she said and you all laughed.

“You could try, but I won’t let him go,” you then said, still with a good portion of humor in your voice.

Aunt Carol then went off to talk to someone else, leaving you and Billy alone once more.

“I told you she would hit on you,” you said.

“And I told you your family would love me and they obviously do, maybe a bit too much, actually,” Billy countered with a grin.

“You were also right about something else, though,” he said while pulling something out of his pocket. It was a white napkin with a number - a phone number - scribbled on it.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Ann. But damn, she works quick!” You said, honestly a little impressed at how she had already given him her number. You watched as Billy crumpled the napkin up into a ball and then discarded of it.

“Not interested?” You asked a little hesitantly.

“Nah,” he only said without explaining it further.

You mingled some more, had dinner and then you dragged Billy onto the dance floor after Ellie and Tim had had their first dance.

The music was still slow and romantic, Billy had one hand on your waist, you had yours on his shoulder, the other was holding your hand. You were moving along to the rhythm.

“Have I told you yet that you look absolutely beautiful today?” He said. “Because you do. And don’t tell your sister, but I think you look even prettier than her.”

You felt warmth spread in your chest and a smile on your lips.

“Thanks, Billy.” You looked into his eyes. They had always been your weakness.

“Also, you do know you owe me big time for all of this, right?” Billy then said.

“Oh, do I? And what is it that you want in return?” You asked, ignoring the sudden sting in your chest. He really apparently only did this as a favor, he didn’t really want to be here with you.

“I’ll think of something.” He winked at you.

You were a little hurt and you needed a drink. So Billy didn’t want you apparently, didn’t feel the same, that’s fine, but you still really needed that drink.

“I’m gonna get myself a drink,” you said, stepping away from Billy. He looked at you a little strangely, but you were already on your way to the bar.

For the next hour or so, you avoided Billy.

You just needed some time alone, to work through the fact that he didn’t feel the same about you, all while drinking, wanting to numb the ache a little.

Once you had reached a pleasant buzz, you went outside for some fresh air and quiet.

You went a little away from the house to be truly alone, because you weren’t the only one with a need for fresh air or a smoke.

You looked at the night sky, the music could still be heard from inside and the lights made it so you weren’t standing in complete darkness.

“There you are.” You were ripped out of your thoughts and looked to where the voice had come from.

“I just needed to be alone for a while. It’s all a bit much,” you told him and it was the truth, but not the full truth.

“I get it. But you could’ve told me. I was starting to get worried. I actually got the feeling that you were avoiding me,” Billy said, a strange undertone in his voice, he sounded a bit hurt.

You didn’t answer him and averted your gaze and Billy knew what was going on.

“You were avoiding me!” He stepped closer. “Why?”

“It’s nothing” You tried to play it off, but now he knew that something wasn’t right. Billy thought for a second.

“Is it because I said that you owed me something for being here with you?” He asked, apparently having figured it out.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N,”

You still didn’t answer him, not wanting to talk about it.

“In fact, I actually have my own selfish reasons for being here,” he said and that got your attention, looking at him, wanting to know what he was talking about.

“What?” It was the only thing you could say, not understanding what he was getting at.

Billy didn’t answer right away. You saw how his body started tensing up, his hands clenching and unclenching again. He licked his lips and took a breath before he finally started talking.

“You know why I offered to go to this wedding with you?” He asked, but you didn’t answer, wanting to let him talk.

“Because I had hoped that fake-dating me, would make you want to date me for real.”

You couldn’t even process what he was saying right now, but he continued.

“All the things I said to your mother, about having been crazy about you since the day we met were true, because I am. And for a while I thought that being your friend would be enough for me, but it’s not, and then I suddenly got this stupid idea that night, pretending to be your boyfriend. And let me tell you, it’s torture. Having all of this with you, being able to touch you, falling asleep with you in my arms and waking up the same way… I had never wanted that with anyone, but now I’m dreading the end of this weekend, because it will all be over again”

Was this really happening? Did Billy really just confess to you, that he had feelings and had been having feelings for over a year?

The warmth started spreading in your chest again.

“Billy,” you started, not really knowing how to reply.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. I just thought that you should know,” he said and you saw that he was clenching his jaw. This was the first time you saw Billy being insecure, he rarely let his perfectly curated facade crack.

“I’ll leave you alone again.” He started to turn to leave.

“Billy, no, wait,” you said, stopping him in his tracks. “You know why I was avoiding you? Because when you said that I owed you something for you being here, it made me believe that you didn’t want to actually be here with me. That you were only doing this as a favor, as a friend. But I don’t want to be your friend. These past two days have made me realize that I am falling for you, Billy, and I’m falling hard.” You stepped closer to him and there was and you could see how Billy started to relax again.

Billy came even closer to you and now there was a hint of a smirk on his face.

“You know what you owe me?” He asked, placing one hand on the side of your face, his thumb gently rubbing over your cheek.

“A kiss.”

Before you could even reply anything, he had already pressed his lips to yours. It was a tender kiss, gentle and everything you had ever wanted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You had always laughed when Ellie had compared her first kiss with Tim to fireworks, but here you were, experiencing it for the first time yourself.

Billy’s other hand moved to your backside and moved you closer against him, kissing you even more passionately before then pulling back.

“You have no idea how badly I want to drag you back to our room right now,” Billy muttered against your lips.

“Oh, I think I have an idea,” you replied with a breathy laugh.

“Do you think Ellie would notice if we were to just… disappear?” He asked, kissing you again.

“I think she’d notice, but I’m also sure that she would forgive us if I explain the whole situation to her,” you replied.

You went back inside, hand in hand with Billy, big and dopey smiles on both your faces, looking for Ellie and when you found her, you puller her to the side, leaving Billy behind.

“What’s going on?” She asked, confusion on her face.

“Okay, in short, Billy and I weren’t actually dating, we were just pretending to be, to get mom off my back for breaking up with Richard. But it seems you were right, because we’re really dating now, I guess?” You summarized really quickly and Ellie took it all in, processing the information.

“And now you’re asking me if you can go back to the B&B to screw his brains out?” She replied, getting right down to the point. Ellie knew you so well.

“Basically, yeah,” you confirmed, but there was a somewhat apologetic smile on your face.

“Go. Who am I to stand in the way of love? But I want the full story ASAP!” She said with a laugh.

“Oh, you will get the full story and I won’t spare any details,” you winked, giving her another hug before you then went back to Billy.

Ellie had organized cabs for the people that couldn’t drive anymore, so you and Billy got into one, making out in the backseat like teenagers until you arrived at the bed and breakfast.

You barely managed to keep your hands off each other on the way up to your room.

Billy opened the door and was immediately on you again once it was opened, pushing you into the room and slamming the door shut behind you.

You both didn’t waste any time, basically ripping each others clothes off, stumbling a bit as you took your shoes off. Billy had undressed you first, whlie he was still in his slacks.

“God, do you know how many times I’ve pictured you just like that?” He breathed hotly, running his hands over your sides, his touch setting your skin on fire, as you stood in front of him in the middle of the room, exposed.

“Does it live up to the expectations?” You asked with a raised brow and a half-smirk.

“It’s so much better,” he said, connecting his lips to yours again. He then kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, lingering a little longer there, apparently playing with the idea of marking you, but then he moved on, dragging his lips over your skin. He stopped again at your breasts, taking your nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it, eliciting a moan from you, before giving the other side the same attention.

He then moved even further down, getting onto his knees in front of you. Billy seemed eager, he didn’t tease much more, peppered a few more kisses to the surrounding area, before he then started licking at your pussy, flicking the tip of your clit. You fisted your hand into his hair, needing something to hold onto, a loud moan escaping you.

Billy sucked and licked, holding your hips with his hands, keeping them from moving too much as you involuntarily started to grind against him.

“Fuck, Billy,” you breathed. You knew now why the women were running after him like that. His tongue was something else. You were so close already to reaching your peak, but you wanted to feel Billy inside of you when you came.

You pulled his head back by his hair, and he hissed at the sting, but probably not only because it hurt.

“Need you inside me, Billy,” you said breathlessly. He stood back up and you immediately started to work on his pants, opening them and pushing them down to the floor together with his underwear, toeing off his shoes. You then looked at his cock. It was long and thick. You bit your lip, thinking about having him inside you, feeling him stretch you.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a raised brow and a smirk. You loved it when he was cocky. You only nodded.

He then picked you up and carried you over to the bed and laying you down on it, moving so he was over you, kissing you again. You took the opportunity to make him roll over so that you were on top.

You rocked your hips so that his length moved through your folds, already making both of you let out a moan almost simultaneously.

“Stop being a tease,” he said, bucking his hips slightly.

“You love it,” you replied, then reaching between your bodies to guide his cock to your opening and then you slowly sank down on it, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you and open you up, a pleasant sting.

Once he was completely settled inside you, you stilled your movement for a second, letting yourself adjust to him.

Then you started moving up and down his length, slowly and first and then steadily picking up your pace. Billy’s hands settled on your hips, guiding you along.

Billy then started thrusting up into you and you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, so good,” you breathed out between moans. You reached between your bodies once more, this time to rub your fingertips over your clit, as Billy kept on thrusting.

“Yeah, baby, touch yourself just like that.” His eyes were fixed on you and they were darker than you had ever seen them before.

It didn’t take long and you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Billy, I-“ you started.

“I know, come for me, baby,” he replied, and it was like your orgasm had only waited for Billy’s words, because as soon as he had said them, it crashed over you like waves. You clenched around his cock, moaning his name over and over again, digging your nails even deeper into his skin. Billy kissed you again and thrusted a few more times deeply into you before he then came, too, moaning against your mouth, before his movements then stilled and you collapsed on top of him.

Billy trailed his hand along your back, tracing patterns along your spine as you both caught your breath again.

“I can’t believe my stupid idea actually worked,” Billy then whispered, breaking the silence.

“I can’t believe that you actually had this planned,” you answered.

“It wasn’t planned exactly, and believe me when I say that I’ve imagined all sorts of scenarios of how this could’ve ended. This was definitely the best one,” he said and you looked up at him to see him grin.

“Yeah, well I’m glad it worked,” you told him truthfully.

“Me too.”

“I think it would’ve broken my dad’s heart if I had let the guy with the Rolls Royce go,” you laughed and Billy joined you.

“I obviously could never break your dad’s heart, so you’re stuck with me.” Billy said it with a lot of tenderness in his voice.

“I think I’m fine with that.” You told him before kissing him once more.

A/N: So that was it, again, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!

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lunarrwolf · 4 years

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black butterflies [colby brock]

fandom: sam and colby/traphouse

pairing: colby x self

word count: 1,864

part(s): one two

summary: after a prank gone wrong, colby and his friends meet another youtuber during her meet and greet in hopes it will cheer her up

A/N: this is a self-insert because it’s a fic that was started for my own personal pleasure. it was supposed to be shared last year on my fan account after a poll was done but never was bc i ended up not feeling ready to do so. i figured since i‘m ready to share it now, it would be best to do it here since it’s pretty detailed

TWO

She was going to be okay, right? She didn't need Casey to be there every step of the way. The redhead wasn't even needed for the business over in California. She always did perfectly fine without her longtime friend in all the solo videos. Casey was only there for a fraction of the recorded moments. Besides, the argument that night made it clear that she only ever pretended to enjoy the spooks that came with being a part of the channel. There was never any pure joy or thrill that usually came with experiencing such things with your friend. Yet those were half of the best memories Kirsy had with her since the beginning of the channel. They'd been best friends since eighth grade, and yet one prank likely destroyed a friendship of seven years. It was a sad fact that she had to suck up and admit so it wouldn't ruin the trip. So far the only bright side was that her best friend since her sophomore year of high school was going to be keeping her company.

“Please don't tell me you're sulking.” She blinked, realizing she was thoughtfully staring at the half packed suitcase on her bed. She turned her head to the doorway that had a twenty-four year old leaning against it.

Aiden met Kirsy during a school talent show that she was chosen to film. He was one of those viewers always looking for new people to subscribe to, and he found her page only weeks before the show when she had around 1,000 subscribers. He helped a lot with photos and editing, and was the only person who was a real friend for her out of the new ones she made after her channel became widely known. After Casey left, he stepped up as what he described as the 'better best friend’.

She sighed at the raised eyebrow adorning his face and sat on the bed, crossing her legs. “I have a right to sulk, jerkface.”

“Jerkface? You've had better insults than that.” He straightened his posture and walked over to the girl, sitting on the other side of the suitcase. “Was it fair to spring a horror movie on her less than a week after her return from vacation? No- no it was not. But she was in the wrong to just leave you like that. You apologized several times, and has she responded at all? No. And why?”

“I really don't want to have one of your sometimes vulgar speeches right now-”

“Why hasn't she replied?”

Kirsy sighed and hung her head back, letting silence sink in for a brief moment. “Because she’s a jealous supporting character who only stayed because I ended up making money from my videos?”

Aiden raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the mattress, “That wasn't a statement.”

“Well what is it that you want me to say?!” She lifted her arms in exasperation, throwing herself back only to realize that the half empty trunk was still there. She groaned, hiding her face in the side of the object as the young man beside her rolled his eyes.

Once he became familiar with the ginger himself, he was an eyewitness to all fights and disagreements between the pair, as well as the resolutions that came along with them. After the second or third time, he started to observe the way they interacted with one another. Kirsy used to have a tendency of going too far with what she said or did but stopped when she saw how it affected people, which is why this last prank really surprised him. On the other hand, Casey was someone who held grudges and would say the opposite of what she meant when she was upset by something. Her temper raised more than others he knew, and after such a long vacation from the type of content his friend makes, it probably pushed her off the edge. It wasn’t right to pull a stunt like that but it was less right to refuse to resolve issues or just be civil after the other party puts in so much effort to fix a wrong.

They may have become friends when he was a senior and they were sophomores, but he considered Kirsy his closest. She was the type to either not be fazed by other people or bottle things up if she was; there was never an in-between. He watched her bemused as she kept her face on the side of the suitcase, reaching for a pillow to throw on top of her head. “I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to stop being so depressing.”

“Depressed is my default.”

There was a beat of silence after her muffled reply, then laughter broke out in the empty room. She lifted her head from underneath the pillow to see Aiden trying to keep himself from laughing too hard. He didn’t know if it was because of how she sounded or because of the fact she said it so casually, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing her friend enjoy himself over something she said did make her feel better. So - she threw the object back at him and sat up. He dialed it down immediately, chuckling when they made eye contact. “I’m sorry but while that wasn’t the thing I was looking for, it was something. And you need to realize that you can’t control what other people do and how they handle things. You can, however, control how you handle shit. Now I say you finish packing so we can get our asses to fucking California and you can show me off to all of your west coast kids.”

She stared at him for a short moment before pointing at him, “See? Vulgar speech.” He rolled his eyes and she grinned, hopping off her bed to go to her closet.

The young man followed suit, staring at the mostly black attire. “Alright- you better pick the cutest alternative clothes you have if we’re going to be meeting cute boys.”

Kirsy rolled her eyes immediately, not surprised at all with her friend’s judgement and eagerness for them to find boyfriends. Or even just someone for each of them only for the time they would be over there for the trip. “We’re going to Los Angeles, Aiden. Where is there going to be a cute guy who’s also not going to end up being a jerk?”

The former blonde eyed the boy going over how they could approach the vlogger when the time comes.

Colby didn’t want to come off cocky or dismissive by bringing up their channels. He also didn’t want to seem too eager since they all now watched her videos just as much as she did theirs. It felt like there was a lot riding on this. It was different than if they would run into each other at a convention somewhere, and he didn’t fully know why. At least, he would always tell himself he didn’t know. “Her meet up isn’t for another two days- why are you freaking out?”

He slumped over the counter, planting his head down into his folded arms. His roommates and closest friends all watched him with knowing looks as he tried several times to brush off the subject. He met each of their gazes, “I’m not freaking out. I just want her to meet some nice people.”

“Her fans are nice people.” Corey cut in, jumping up to sit on the counter across from the kitchen’s island.

The dark brunette only attempted the same trivial action, waving a hand to dismiss the sentence as if it wasn’t a fact. He knew how great a community the girl built up. She always talked about wanting to grow her own family and have that connection with so many people; not one based off of fandoms she was in but based on her own content and genuine following. He was one of those members, only he kept it more low-key than his friends in order to let her have that part of her dream. What Corey said rang, yet at the same time- “Ones she can talk to. I’m sure she would love to meet someone who understands.”

“And this has nothing to do with the fact that you like her.” Jake stated, raising an eyebrow at his friend, daring for him to deny it. It was something he was ready to do the moment the words left his roommate’s lips.

It just didn’t make sense to develop feelings of any kind for something you’d never met or even spoken to - did it? They were two YouTubers who started at different times, somehow never ran into one another at conventions, and she was a fan of his and his roommates long before she started launching her own career in this industry. He never followed the account she had that was mostly dedicated to him but he remembered liking countless posts and reading some of the captions directed at him that he never replied to.

He did notice how similar they were - sense of style, music taste, outlook on life and the many hair color changes - but it couldn’t have stirred anything up. Maybe he just knew that they would get along well if they met in real life versus just knowing that the other existed. There didn’t have to be a whole situation where he developed a crush on a girl who made a fan account for him and showed up in his mentions a lot. Someone who was a fan of him and his content for years before he even acknowledged her; and that was before she started her own channel and brand. At the same time though, before she stopped tagging him in edits and posts, every time she would respond to his posts and such were done without sounding like an actual fan. From the few times he would catch her comments, she made it seem as if they were friends. And her replies always matched his own feeling and hope of someone understanding what he would mean.

The self proclaimed ‘emo god’ of the group could only voice his denial before announcing his leave of the kitchen. After so long, his closest friends knew exactly how their comrade behaved when he was attracted to or was beginning to like someone. They knew he was going to be in denial for at least the two days leading up to all of them seeing the twenty-two year old off screen.

When Colby reached his bedroom, he threw himself on top of the large covers on his bed, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. The ding that indicated a Twitter notification sounded in the silence, and he fished his phone out of his pocket. He saw that he’d been tagged in another post and decided to check it out, expecting it to be art or some selfies for the trend his fans started. It was the latter, although it ended up being a tag from Kirsy’s account. He looked at the photos thoughtfully before pressing the heart on the screen.

Maybe there was another reason for going to her meet up.

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brokecollegenerd · 5 years

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A Convenient Dare

Paring: Hongjoong x fem reader

Genre: University au but in a bar and it’s funny (I think)

Warning: It takes place in a bar, also kissing and slight mentions of sexual stuff

A/N: This took longer than I thought (I thought I’d have it done in two days, but it actually took me four days) I appraciate any form of feedback, so feel free to comment. @abangtanfangirl I finally finished it

“Come on now darling, admit it. You like me.” You were so done with this bloke. This was the last time you’d hang out with your brother’s “friends”. Jongho, your brother, was young and had just entered University, so he was going around trying to find the type of people he wanted to spend his time with. Unfortunately, the current batch of people he was hanging out with weren’t to your liking. Jongho was a very strong person, so all the college frat boys had decided to make him one of their own. They hadn’t corrupted him yet, but you made it your mission to keep that from ever happening. It also helped, or maybe didn’t, that you both were attending the same college, so you could be his safety buddy whenever he went out with them. A sort of safety net to make sure he didn’t end up drunk in some random persons home. (That almost happened once. If he hadn’t called you drunk asking you to be his drive home you don’t know what would have happened to him.) That was how you ended up in this situation. He had called you earlier that day telling you that he and his friends were heading to the local bar to have a few drinks. Worried, you asked Jongho if you could tag along as his buddy and he had told you yes. Thus, you were now in the local bar with far to many frat boys, a drunk brother (who for some reason was breaking apples with his hands and singing at the top of his lungs cause the guys had asked him to) and one frat that was trying to hard to get you in bed.

“For the last time, you are the last person I could ever like.” You took a swig of your beer hoping he’d finally get the message and leave you alone. Tonight was definitely not your night.

“Now baby,” the guy slurred, “you have to at least admit that you find me attractive. I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t.” He was far to close in your space, leaning on the bar toward you. It didn’t help that some of the other guys were edging him on. One drunk frat was easy enough to deal with but a handful, that was a headache.

“Well then, you definitely haven’t been hanging out with the right people.” you said, your voice dripping with acid. Couldn’t this guy take a hint. Sure, he wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t that good looking. Definitely good looking enough to get people in bed but not enough to overcome that of his attitude.

“Fine then,” the guy said, “I dare you to find someone hotter than me. While your at it, give him a kiss and get him to go on a date with you.”

“I accept your challenge.” you said with great determination, anything to get this guy to leave you alone. Laughs left the group of guys surrounding you. They seemed to think you wouldn’t be able to find a guy, you couldn’t wait to prove them wrong. Taking this opportunity, you got off the barstool and took a look around the bar. Since this was a University town, most of the people your age in the bar were from your University. However, you noticed that most of the guys in the bar were either part of the frat group or a part of a friend group just hanging out, not many single hot men apparently. Then you saw him, he was sitting at the end of the bar in a blue button-up, black jeans, and were those suspenders? A small chuckle left you, he was someone you had always found attractive and maybe even someone you wanted to ask you out. It also helped that you were pretty sure that frat wouldn’t like him as your choice, so double win. Without a second thought you made your way over to him. “Hey, Hongjoong.” you called out. Hongjoong turned his head upon hearing his name.

“Oh, Y/N, how are you?” he asked. A smile came to his face that was brighter than his red hair. You definitely made the right choice.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You responded

“Tell you to stop? What do you mean…” He never got to finish his question, cause you had grabbed his face and attached your lips to his. At first Hongjoong didn’t do anything, to much in shock at this sudden turn of events. However, this didn’t last long before he returned the kiss, increasing it as he did. Time seem not to exist between the two of you. With each passing second the kiss grew in passion. Soon Hongjoong was using his tongue to play with your mouth and you had your hands buried in his hair. (Something you’ve always wanted to do.) Next thing you knew, you were sitting in his lap with your hands on his shirt, which he apparently hadn’t buttoned up all the way. This boy would be the death of you, and this kiss was definitely confirmation of it. Lips devouring each other with passion and haste, almost as if this was a dream and it would end soon. Hands traveling over each other, trying to memorize what they had only seen before. It was enchanting and filled with so many growing emotions: passion, lust, curiosity, connection, and a growing sense of love. You both broke apart when the need for air could no longer be ignored. Hongjoong eyes were wide and filled with so many questions, but there was a sense of hope and excitement under those questions.

“If you think for a second that I want you to stop then you’re so wrong.” Hongjoong said, a smile on his face. This caused you to smile and move your hands to cup his face.

“Good, cause I was going to ask you if you’ll go out with me? Yah see, this asshole over there,” you motioned with your head toward the direction the guy had been in, “was all like ‘I bet you can’t find a guy hotter than me’ and to prove him wrong, I had to kiss a guy who’s hotter than him. While also getting this guy to go on a date with me. So, I was super lucky and saw the hottest guy on campus was here. Plus, this gave me an opportunity to do what I should have done weeks ago.”

Hongjoong pouted, “No fair, I’ve been planning on asking you out for weeks now.”

“Really?” you asked shocked.

“Why do you think I keep trying to talk to you after audio and visual?” he asked. Hongjoong had a point, he had been trying of late to make you stay after class and talk. You both were taking audio and visual production together, you for your communications major, and him as an elective for his music production major. That’s how you knew each other, you had both sat next to each other on the first day and ever since then your friendship had grown.

“So that’s a yes then?” you asked with a smile on your face. Hongjoong grabbed your chin and brought it closer to his face.

“I say it is.” He started to lean in again for another kiss. Unfortunately, the happy moment didn’t last long.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” That stupid guy really was the worse. You turned your head to look over and saw all the frat boys looking at the two of you, completely baffled. “This guy? Isn’t he some kind of music major? What kind of person does that?” You almost felt bad for the lad, he looked so confused. He probably never had someone pass him over before, that gave you a strange sense of pride for being the first.

“Apparently, the hot guys do.” A smirk graced your face as you responded. You could feel Hongjoong’s hands move from the small of your back towards your hips, where his grip on you tightened.

“Now then, if you don’t mind, me and my new boyfriend shall be on our way.” You looked back to Hongjoong, “You don’t mind me calling you that?”

“Of course not baby.” he responded giving you a quick peck. Giddiness swept over you at this gesture, and you couldn’t stop the small giggle that came out. Ignoring the other people, you climbed out of Hongjoong’s lap.

“If you’ll walk out with me I have to find my brother and then we can go.” you said while giving his hand a squeeze

“Alrighty baby, I’ll just paid for our tabs.” You started to argue, but Hongjoong had already called the bartender over. Sighing, you shook your head and head off to find Jongho. Jongho wasn’t too hard to find, you merely had to find the slightly drink boy singing and that was it. You managed to tell him that he’d had enough for the night, and that it was time to head home. You and Jongho met up with Hongjoong outside the bar and to say your brother was confused was an understatement.

“Who’s this?” Jonho asked seeing Hongjoong.

“Ah, this is Hongjoong. He’s my friend from my audio and visual class.” you answered him.

“Oh, so hot music major.” Johngo said with realization dawning on his face. Before you could stop yourself, you had slap his arm in frustration. That was a giant sibling code break if you ever saw one. Hongjoong found this very funny and started laughing way to hard. You started pouting at Hongjoong, which apparently didn’t help. Hongjoong stopped his laughing and reached his hand out to Jongho.

“Hi, I’m hot music major but you can call me Hongjoong.” he said side-eying you. Jongho, never one to miss an opportunity to tease you went along with him.

“It’s a real pleasure to meet the guy my sister hasn’t stop telling me about since the year started. With the way she talks about you, you’d think that you guys were dating.” He responded laughing. You pout had now turned into a frown. You should have known better than to let these two rascals near each other.

“How convenient, she just asked me out, so we are dating now.” Hongjoong turned and looked at you with another one of his brilliant smiles. You felt your anger at the situation slowly fade, you could stay mad at him when he smiled at you like that. Jongho didn’t seemed to be shocked at the news.

“It’s about damn time, I was half tempted to go find you and ask you out for her.”

“Alright, that’s enough you scoundrel.” you said to your brother, pushing him away. “Head over to the car, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“No problem, have fun with your hot music major.” Jongho laughed as he ran away from you before you could hit him. That boy would be the death of you. Turning back you saw Hongjoong giving you one of his looks. (You called them his seductive face, he put it on whenever he was about to mess with someone.)

“So, I’m the hot music major?” he moved closer to you.

“Oh, shut up” you responded with a sigh. “Let’s just agree to forget that I called you that.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t know. I kind of like it.” Hongjoong reached out and brushed your cheek.

“But I’d much rather call you by your actually name.” you said outing at him. Your heart was beating fast. You were hoping that he’d kiss you again, you were already addicted to his kisses.

“Fine then, I won’t bring it up. I do have a question for you though.” he seemed to move even closer to you.

“What?” you answered in a whisper.

“Where would you like our date to be?” he asked.

“Wherever you want.” you responded with a small smile.

“Alrighy.” Hongjoong then leaned in and you closed your eyes for the kiss. However, his lips didn’t go to yours, rather he kissed your forehead. You opened your eyes to see Hongjoong with a large smirk on his face. “I’ll see you later than. I have an idea of what we can do, I’ll text you the details.”

Shaking your head at his antics you respond, “Ok then, see you around hot stuff.” before he could respond you gave him a quick peck on the lips and ran off to your car. You could hear Hongjoong’s laughs follow you as you ran away.

#ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez college au #ateez scenarios #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong fanfiction #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong scenarios #my writing

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singeramg · 5 years

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Finding Forever: Chapter 1

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Black Original Character

Rating: Explict/ M/ Whatever...will be smut later on.

Warnings: Cursing, eventual smut, some angst, more tags to come as we get into this.

Summary: Aura Camilla an actress who has just landed her first lead role opposite Henry Cavill. This story follows her as she tries to navigate her fast developing feelings for her costar.

A/N: Welcome everyone, so this is my first time attempting to write anything involving Henry Cavill, so y'all bare with me and be nice (Please) Also blame The Witcher for this sudden interest. . I hope you guys will like it and I promise it will get better as we go along. I don’t have any idea of how long this will be. I welcome comments and suggestions.

Chapter 1: All this Love

“I have everything I need ummm....I think.”

I said to my best friend Mia who was laying across my bed, her hair a black/ white/grey ombré dreads that reached the middle of her back of her chestnut frame. She was mindless playing with one of the furry ivory pillows I had on my bed.

“Well Aura considering you’ve packed and repacked that bag several times I highly doubt you forgot anything. Shit I’m quite sure you’ve packed the entirety of your room.”

She said with a smirk, then went back to scrolling on her phone. I laughed, flipping her off, and zipping my bag closed.

“Are you ready to drive me to the airport?”

“The real question is are you ready to go?”

She said getting up from my bed and sliding into her shoes.

“Come bring your ass on...”

I said with a laugh, hauling my suitcase off of bed and out of my room in our shared apartment...

⭐️***

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I had just checked into my room on location for the movie I had just landed. I had done some parts in television and movies, supporting characters. This would be the first time I played a lead, it was a romantic comedy. All set around a neurotic late 20 something named Anya Novak that spent her life doing everything for everyone else but never going after what she wants. Her job merges with another and in enters the new guy Carson Wyatt who rubs her the wrong way when they first meet and even more so when she figures out he is her new neighbor.

I could handle the role, I was certain of that but I was nervous because I hadn’t met anyone from the cast yet. The filming schedule was coming off the heels of filming a big movie for not only the directors but for my co-star Henry Cavill. I had been surprised when they said he would be joining the cast as this type of movie didn’t seem like his type that he would be in. It had very little action and a lot of comedic timing. I was nervous that he and I would not get along at all and make this filming unbearable. We were due to start filming in a day or so but tonight we were set to all meet and have dinner.

I unpacked my clothes and now found myself standing in front of my closet much like I would at home, except now I didn’t have Mia to help me choose. I would settle for FaceTime.

“ It’s Mia the Mua of your dreams.”

“Yeah my nightmares too. Best friend I need help and I need it fast. Cast dinner in two hours with no clue and what to put on out of all the shit you packed me to wear.”

“Where is the dinner?”

“ Small gastropub, nothing too fancy but I want to make a good impression.”

“Yeah maybe on that foine ass co-star of yours.”

“Mi let’s not go there.”

“You need to let him go there with your uptight ass. Been moving around here for months, working too hard with no play. Especially since Jamal.”

“Ugh, god you said the name. I thought we agreed that name was dead.”

“ I agreed not to beat his ass for that shit he pulled, but that’s all. Now onto what you called for. Dark wash jeans, white and black sheer top, black heels. Light on the makeup, soft curls on the hair.”

“Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me.”

“I might style you in my free time but unlike you my jetsetting darling I still have to deal with my lazy ass ultra extra Ulta manager. At least until you need me full time.”

“But I do this is the problem. I told you to get on the plane with me but no. You didn’t.”

“I’m working on it, you know my manager asked me to hold off on my leave until she came back from vacation. Look don’t worry about me I’ll be there is two weeks you can survive two weeks before I arrive, just get dressed, go make some friends, and relax because I know you are freaking out and doing yourself a disservice. Remember our saying...”

“Beautiful is who you are not what you are.”

Mia and I repeated at the same time as we had since middle school. In a school where the people didn’t look like us with Mia’s cinnamon tone and my sienna color paired with braids and thick dark hair, didn’t make us popular in a world of blonde hair and blue eyes. We made due as we got older, at 25 we kept that motto as a reminder to love ourselves no matter what.

“Aura go out there and make those people love as much as I do.”

I sniffed back a few tears and felt grateful for the type of friend I had.

“Thank you Mia.”

“Always. Now I gotta go. I was supposed to be at work ten minutes ago.”

We laughed and hung up...

⭐️Later

I dressed in what Mia said to put on, stepping from the cab, grateful for us filming in the springtime in Canada, despite the nighttime, the air was moderate. The restaurant was lit in a dim light but bright enough to see the faces. I stepped in and the hostess upon hearing the name of the party I was with smile brightened up and walked me to a secluded room to the back of the restaurant. As soon as I entered the directors Marshall and Anne a married couple for whom this was a passion project. We instantly clicked during my audition and subsequent talking they were really nice to me.

“Aura! I’m glad you made it!”

Anne said standing and pulling me into hug, Marshall following shortly after.

“Yes please come in, have a seat. There’s an open seat left next to Henry.”

I smiled and looked to the room where all the men stood on my arrival as custom dictated, and my eyes landed on the 6’1 dark haired gentleman I had been anxious to meet. Marshall walked me to the other side of the table where Henry was standing.

“Henry meet your co-star Aura Camilla. Aura please meet Henry Cavill.”

He had a look on his face that I honestly couldn’t place, but once Marshall made introductions a wide grin broke across his face, and he offered a hand out to me. I took it and we shook, with him seeming to stare at my face my hazel eyes locking with his blue.

“Pleasure to meet you Henry. Big fan of your work.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Aura. I’m excited to be working with you as well.”

It was then that I guess he realized he was still holding my hand and he let go quickly only to pull out my chair, nervously, actually tripping over the edge of the chair slightly but not falling. The cool persona he had to world, out the window for a split moment, but that was okay because I liked it...

*The next day*

I was sitting in the make-up artist chair, as they worked to make me look as scripted for our first scene. I was going over my lines when I heard the door to the trailer opened and closed, the next to me groaning under the new weight in it. I smiled when I realized who was now occupying the chair.

“Good morning Aura. Sleep well I hope?”

Henry looked fresh, wearing sweatpants and a black zipped-up hoodie. No product in his hair, and freshly shaved as opposed to the light stubble he sported yesterday night. Honestly we got along really well, which was a relief in terms of working. We actually vibed during our talking last night. He was a breath of fresh air in this industry to have a conversation with a man who wasn’t talking to my boobs. We just laughed and joked most of the night, leaving off with him agreeing to help me out in the gym, I also think I left feeling like my soft admiration for a man I didn’t know to a man I kinda knew to a real world potential crush that could crush me and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.

So now here I was sitting next to a man that I was attracted to. I could smell the trouble brewing.

“Yes, I did. It’s always a little difficult getting used to sleeping in a bed that’s not my own.”

“I have the same problem. Takes me a few days to adjust to the time change and a different bed. I am usually up all night until then despite being tired from a long day. I find that working out helps me get back on track, if not watch some television.”

“Yeah I’m more the type to watch TV or a movie and I’m out like a light. Thank god we don’t have a super early call time for the first couple of weeks.”

“You ready to go out there and hate my guts on screen?”

“Sure, as long as you are ready to hate mine.”

“I am going to have to put my acting skills to the test. This would be easier if you were a horrible person.”

“Excuse me for not being a drag on your life Cavill. I think this would be easier for me too if you hadn’t endeared me to your dog and told me about your terrible bullying experience. I can’t actually hate you now.”

We laughed along with those in the trailer and as I was ushered into wardrobe I had to cut off those butterflies in my stomach and focus on doing my job....

A/n: So tell me what you think? If you want to read more let me know. Thank you for taking the time to read this little piece of crap I managed lol

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kasdeyathebitterwoman · 5 years

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A Ninja Warrior Love Story - Part 4

Time for a little backstory on Lily! This time around, we get to meet Ray and Eleanor as well as learn a little more about Lily’s past. I hope you all enjoy this story! Let me know if you’d like to be included in the tag list for other chapters!

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Word Count: 2,039

CW: confrontation; hard-conversations

For the first time in almost 2 years, Lily had nightmares about Carter. They started Friday night after Henry left and now, on Sunday morning, she woke with a start. Sweat beading on her forehead, her heart beating fast and loud in her chest. She sat up in bed, sucking air in as deeply as her lungs would allow. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sat like that for a while, ruminating and attempting to calm herself down. Carter was in New York, thousands of miles away from her.

A notification from her phone pulled her back to reality. She reached out for her phone, opening it to find a message from Henry.

Good morning, Lily :) Attached to the message was a picture of Kal dozing in Henry’s hotel room. Another message followed.

Will we see you at the gym this morning? Lily stared incredulously at the message. The image of Henry and Celeste making out in her bar was fresh in her mind. It brought a sudden wave of anger, frustration, insecurity, and annoyance to the surface. She huffed as she responded.

No, I’m busy. If you need any help, why don’t you just ask Celeste? She hit send and immediately regretted it. She was never the best at controlling her temper, but after her situation with Carter, that fuse shortened even more. Shaking her head, Lily dropped her phone on the bed and climbed out. She busied herself around the apartment, picking things up, setting them down, moving things around only to put them back as they were. She was aimlessly working because she didn’t want to look at her phone. She didn’t want to talk to Henry. He was a distraction, a mistake. A beautiful, handsome, mistake.

After a while, she decided to go shower before leaving for Ray and Eleanors. Every Sunday for the last few years, Lily went to Ray and Eleanor Burton’s for a late lunch/early dinner. This was their tradition and her way of paying respect to the people that took her in after college. They were there to help her pick up the pieces after her dad sold everything and disappeared. The two themselves were pillars of the community. Ray owned and operated the barbershop for as long as she could remember and Eleanor was a cafeteria lady in their school district for over 40-years. Lily wasn’t the only kid they helped though. Unfortunately, the two couldn’t have kids of their own, so they helped everyone else. They helped Lily, her best friend Mar, and several other kids over the years. Lily was the only one still in town, so she felt obligated to pay her respects.

Done with her shower, Lily dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans and started getting her things together to leave. She grabbed her phone from the bed and it buzzed, indicating a new message. She checked and was unsurprised to see it was from Henry. She decided to ignore it and instead, make a call to her uncle Travis. Travis was her mom’s brother. He was helping Lily and her dad pay for the rehab hospital her dad was currently in. Lily dialed his number. The phone rang three times before going to voice mail. She sighed as she waited for the beep.

“Uh, hey Uncle Travis, it’s me. Lily. I hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to let you know I was going to see my dad next week, so I’ll have an update for you. If you want, I can text it since you always seem to be busy. Anyway, I hope you, Margot, and the kids are doing okay. Bye.” She hung up the phone and somehow felt worse than she did before. Burying the pain, she tossed her phone in her bag and marching out to her truck.

On the way to the other house, Lily argued with herself, going back and forth as to why Henry was bad news. She huffed and puffed as she came up with fake arguments and more. Even still, by the time she had pulled up to Ray and Eleanors, she couldn’t resist. She pulled her phone out of her bag to see if Henry had responded. He had.

Oh, okay…Lily have I done something to upset you? Once again, she stared incredulously at her phone. Would did he think he was? Lily snapped her jaw shut and angrily typed out a response.

You think, Henry? I watched you make out and then leave with Celeste the other night. Do what you want, but don’t lead me on in the process. With a final huff, Lily turned her phone on silent, tossed it in her bag, and went straight into the house. The smell of chicken fried steak immediately hit her and calmed her down. Eleanor almost always cooked the same thing each week and Lily didn’t mind at all. The sound of her footsteps must have been loud enough, because Ray’s head popped out from around the corner of the kitchen. A wide grin stretched across his face.

“Hey kid,” he said, joy evident in his voice. The rest of him walked around the corner and toward Lily, embracing her in a bear hug. She breathed in his typical smell of mint and musk. She smiled.

“Hey Ray,” she replied into his chest. He leaned back and pushed her away from him gently so he could look at her.

“You look good kid,” he said. Lily smiled. He always said this every time he saw her. The two walked to the kitchen together where Eleanor was working away making food. “Ellie, Lily is here,” Ray said. Lily could hear the pride in his voice. It brought a pain to her chest that she couldn’t identify. Ellie turned around and smiled brightly at the sight of Lily.

“Oh, Lily you’re here!” she exclaimed. She moved Lily quickly and embraced her in a tight hug. Eleanor was a beautiful woman of 60 with a head of white-blonde hair, hooded brown eyes, and rosy cheeks even at this age. She had a smile that made Lily ache and feel comforted at the same time. Lily hugged Eleanor back.

“Can I help with anything Ellie?” Lily asked. Eleanor bobbed her head.

“You sure can. You can get started on the salad, dear,” Eleanor gestured to the pile of salad fixings on the counter and Lily got started. Everyone worked in silence before Ray finally finished what he was doing and left to go watch the television while he waited for the girls to finish. It was during this time that Eleanor took her opportunity to quietly ask Lily about her dad and her uncle.

“So Lily, how’s your dad?” she asked. Lily grimaced and didn’t look up from what she was doing.

“He’s fine, I think,” Lily responded. “I’m going to see him next week.” Eleanor’s head bobbed.

“Good, good,” she said. The steaks sizzled in the pans and Lily focused on that instead of what she wanted to say. “And your Uncle Travis?” she asked. Lily took in a deep breath.

“I called him today, but he didn’t pick up. I’ll call him again after I go see my dad,” she said. Eleanor didn’t say anything and Lily snuck a glance in her direction. She could see the distress all of this caused her and it broke Lily’s heart. It wasn’t her burden to bear and yet she still carried it as if it were. Taking her own deep breath, Lily watched as Eleanor steadied herself for her next response.

“Well, we’ll just see how things go, won’t we?” she replied. Lily smiled lightly, unsure of how to respond. They worked again in silence until it was time to eat. Everyone piled around the Burton’s kitchen table and dug into the meal in front of them. Once everyone had a plate full of food and had eaten some did Eleanor start questioning Lily again.

“So Lily, how are things at the gym?” she asked. Lily smiled, appreciative that Eleanor supported her though she didn’t fully understand what it was she did.

“Things are good. I’m actually helping Donovan train some actors for a movie,” Lily replied. Eleanor smiled wide.

“Well that sounds exciting!” she exclaimed, taking a bite of her own chicken fried steak. Lily smiled warmly at her.

“Are you still working at that bar?” Ray asked between bites. Lily was hoping to avoid that question.

“Yes, I am,” she said, not looking him in the eye. He gruffed and Eleanor sighed.

“I don’t like the idea of you working in that bar,” she said.

“I know, but Loraine needs the help and I need the extra income,” Lily replied.

“You could have asked us,” Ray said, the pain not hidden from his voice at all. Lily’s shoulders sagged a little.

“I’m saving up the money so I can go see Mar,” Lily tried to explain. “I wouldn’t ask you to pay for something that you can’t enjoy as well.” Lily watched as Ray processed this information. When he was seemingly satisfied with her answer, he went back to eating. Everyone finished their plates and Lily got up to start cleaning up. She cleaned all the dishes. While she did that, Eleanor packed up several Tupperware containers for her to take back home. Ray watched closely.

“Ellie, save some for me at least!” he exclaimed as she worked. Ellie constantly shushed him and did what she wanted. Lily smiled to herself listening to the exchange. She loved the easy banter the two had. When they were done, they waved Lily off as she drove back to her tiny apartment.

Back home, Lily stuffed her food into her fridge, planning out what to eat over the next few days. She grabbed an armful of laundry and got started on that before settling down to start her guiltiest of guilty pleasures The Masked Singer. It was right as she was getting comfortable when she remembered her phone and Henry. Quickly, she grabbed her phone to find a missed call and two missed messages from him. A little surprised, Lily read the messages first.

Are you available to talk? Can I call you?

You’re not available or you’re avoiding me. Either way, it’s justified, I suppose. Please call me back.

Lily sighed and clicked on the voicemail. Henry’s English accent filled your ear and made your heartache.

“Lily, please call me back. We need to talk about what has happened. You likely won’t believe me but,” he paused. “I wasn’t, I’m not trying to lead you on. Please call me back.” Lily slumped back into her couch as she thought about everything he had said. He was right, she didn’t believe him. She had learned to never trust only someone’s word, but she wanted to. She desperately wanted to believe him because something about him seemed different. She hit dial and waited for Henry to pick up, almost hoping that he wouldn’t.

“Hello?” he asked when his end picked up. For a moment Lily panicked. “Hello?” he asked again.

“Henry,” Lily said and she heard an intake of breath on the other end.

“Lily,” he breathed. Her name said by him made her heartache. “You called me back.” he said.

“Yes, I did,” she said. “But only to tell you that you aren’t obligated to give me a reason. If you like Celeste or just want to sleep with her, that’s fine. I don’t care. Just leave me out of it.” She heard Henry sigh loudly.

“I don’t, no, Lily,” Henry stumbled over his words. “I don’t like Celeste. I don’t want to sleep with her, fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Can I meet you somewhere? Can we talk about this? In person?” he asked. Lily checked the time.

“Not tonight, I have laundry and other chores to get done,” she replied. “Would you be willing to meet me tomorrow for lunch?” she asked.

“Yes,” Henry said quickly. “Tell me where and I’ll be there.” there was an excitement in his voice. It was faint, but it was there. It stirred something in Lily that she didn’t understand.

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