#that either slipped my mind or i do not interact enough with to feel comfy tagging

[multifandomthoughts]

Sunbathing Beauty

MINORS DNI, NSFW

AFAB READER

Requested by: @softiebadbitch

Warnings: Fellatio, Penetration, Semi-public sex (though nobody is there)

“Ace, you can’t even swim!” You shout as the brunette held your arm, dragging you across the warm sand as he ran, umbrella slung over one shoulder and a backpack over the other. “But I wanted to spend time with you, and pops said if I didn’t get out soon, he’d tell the cook not to let me have any food for a week. I know he didn’t mean it, but that personal of a threat has to mean something.”

“I still don’t understand why you took me to the beach of all places.” You retort, the sun beating down on the two of you, reminding you to put on sunscreen after this conversation. “Isn’t it enough that I want to spend some time with you? You are my favorite person after all.” Ace flashes you a wide grin and drops the bag he was carrying, some of the contents spilling out.

You get a look at the contents and sighed. Buckets and hand shovels? The second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates… wants to make sandcastles? “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” You say, trying to act annoyed but unable to keep a smile off your face. Pulling out the rest of the contents, there are two towels, sunscreen and sunglasses. The towel and sunscreen are most important, considering you were burning not only your skin, but the soles of your feet from the baking sand.

The first thing you do is spread your towel on the sand, and once the safe haven is formed you get off your hot feet and lie down on it, putting on your sunglasses. “Since we’re going to be here a while, do you think you could help me with the sunscreen? I don’t want to burn my back.” Ace nods and grabs the bottle. “Want to untie your top or should I just work around it?” He asks, squeezing a sizable dollop onto his hand.

You nod as best you can while lying down and reach back to untie the knot holding your top on. A small sigh escapes you as your chest feels that little bit more free. It’s soon replaced by a squeal as you twitch from the sudden presence of Ace’s cold, wet hands on your back. You return to a relaxed state once the initial shock wears off and enjoy the loving touch of him applying the lotion all over your bare skin. It feels like the interaction is over almost as soon as it started and soon he’s left your side again to start filling his buckets with sand. You pout a little bit, as you tie your top back on and sit up to start applying your own sunscreen everywhere else.

A funny feeling starts to creep upon Ace. His mind is no longer focused on the whimsy of building sand castles. He’s more interested in that bikini that you spent so much time trying to have him notice. His heart is racing as if he were on the battlefield, but adrenaline and aggression are the furthest things from his mind right now. This is purely… excitement, and something akin to the awe he gets from a sunset, all focused on you. The desire to get even closer to you begins to overwhelm his mind, and he has to do something about it. The thought of dumping a bucket of cold clear ocean water on you has passed.

Acting on impulse alone he left his buckets behind and stood in front of you once again, wordlessly staring. You give him a confused look. “Do you need something, Ace?” Stumbling over his words, Ace blurts “That swimsuit is so revealing it’s practically pointless. Let’s get rid of it.” Your face turns bright red, it wasn’t the reaction you expected, but one that you were looking for. “Ace….” You respond, a smirk on your face. “We can do that, but this is a public place!” “But why not? Being a pirate is about the freedom to do what you like when you like. And a relationship is about not caring what others think because you’re happy together. So since I’m all worked up now, let’s have some fun!”

You scan your eyes across the beach, looking for any signs of other inhabitants. It seems like any other occupants have left, either because they knew who Ace was, or they had become disinterested. Satisfied that you don’t have an audience, you give a sigh. “Alright, but can you at least put up the umbrella so we’ll be more cool in the shade?” Giving a mock salute, Ace sets about planting the pole in the sand and spreading the umbrella over your heads. “Nice and comfy now, hot stuff?” “Totally, the shade makes it nice and cool, as well as covering up.”

You go to take off your top, Ace’s eyes glued to your torso like a dog towards a steak. That gives you an even better idea, and you immediately put that plan into action. Running yours hand up and down your shoulders and thighs, you hover your hand over the knot keeping your swimsuit together. You can swear you see Ace gulp and a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead.

Rather than pull the knot undone right away you tug on the strings over your shoulders a bit to make your chest bounce for him. “You said this doesn’t cover enough, but I think you’re going crazy because you can’t see the best parts yet… but don’t worry baby, I’ll show you everything soon. And then you’ll melt in my hands, knowing that you have to beg. Ace squirms excitedly, his hands clasped together between his knees in a futile attempt to keep him from reaching out.

You right hand reaches behind your back to untie the knot while simultaneously holding your left arm in front of you, covering up your breasts as the top of your swimsuit goes limp around your body. Winking at him, you bring your free hand back around to your waist and start tugging at the side of your bottoms. “Which will it be first, Ace? Move this arm out of the way, or take the rest of it off?” For the first time, you think you’ve silenced Ace. He doesn’t say anything, and just stares straight ahead at your covered breast. So mesmerized, so enamored that not one word drips out of his mouth.

Ace says something, but the words just don’t come out. He repeats this multiple times, each time as quiet as the last time. You tilt your head in mock confusion, trying to hold back the smirk that attempts to creep onto your face. “Sorry babe, a little louder?” His fists are tightly clenched in between his knees as he sits in front of you staring unblinkingly at the arm keeping him from your treasure. “All… I want all of it… I need all of you…” he groans through gritted teeth, his legs constantly shifting as if that will bring any relief to his fierce prisoner.

“Oh, is that so? You laughed, happy to know that your plan of teasing him with your swimsuit has gotten you to this point. “So, what’s it going to be? Tits or pussy?” Ace flashes you a devilish grin, having gained his confidence back. The Ace that you met who was full of swagger, and could take on absolutely anything. Without a second thought he gently grabs your wrist. “Yes.” Next thing you know, you’re on your back in a passionate kiss with Ace. One hand is running through your hair, the other has pulled your arm away from your chest, your breasts now pressed against his pecs as the friction sends a wave of heat through both of your bodies.

“Now, for the elephant in the room….he declares. “Do I have your permission to touch you?” Nodding your head violently and vocalizing a yes, you take his hand, place it on your breast and wrap his fingers around the soft tender flesh. His knee runs up your inner thigh, stopping short of the prize and coming back down, then back up again. If he had finished the journey he would feel the damp spot in your bikini bottoms. Instead, he brings his mouth down to kiss and suck on the tit his hand had left unattended. “Love these so much…” he mutters, bowed over you as if in a prayer of gratitude. When his head does raise to meet your gaze, the mischievous look is back though a bit hazy with lust. “Permission to finish stripping you?” He inquired with a smirk. “G-granted…” you manage to squeak out between shuddering breaths and half suppressed moans. “Great. Then get up onto your knees and bend over for me.” He says with an authority you can’t dismiss but a needy tone that betrays the facade covering his desperation for this.

As he asks, you get on your hands and knees. No sooner have you done it than he is behind you running his hands over your ass. But he does not let himself get sidetracked and you feel fingers hooking under the waistband of your bottoms. With baited breath you try to hold still as he yanks the garment down to your knees. Your arousal is apparent in both the wetness of its crotch area and the moisture glistening on your exposed pussy. “Naughty girl, aren’t you?” Ace teases, knowing damn well he and his pitched mast aren’t ones to talk. “I could take you right here like this… would you like that? Or should I ask you to return the favor and help me out of my trunks now?” You squirm in his grip, before slipping out onto your back and spreading your legs for him. “You’ve been begging for it, I don’t know how you’re able to wait!” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him. Seeing you in this new seductive pose silences Ace yet again, not to mention being called out for his lust. You take a little pity on him and sit up again to reach out for his swimsuit.

“I guess I won’t make you wait in agony any longer… let me see your handsome body…” you say softly as you pull his clothes off. Sure enough his erection springs out stiff and ready. You mull your eyes over it for a minute, big and thick before running your hand down and up the base. Ace let’s out a long sigh, one that he didn’t know that he was holding. He scoots back onto the very edge of the towel, spreading himself out so you have more room to take him in. Before anything else, you knew you had to give this thing some hands on attention… and probably lip service.

Running a finger up and down the warm flesh from soft tip to twitching base, you lick your lips and feel your lower half getting equally wet. You’re not some superficial girl who only appreciates a guy for physical attributes… but fuck this is an impressive dick. As you reach the tip again you wrap your hand around his shaft instead and start to gently stroke up and down. “So big and hard… just for me? You know how to make a girl feel special don’t you… Let’s see if I can make you feel even better. Just tell me if it hurts, or if you’re about to blow.” He nods violently, as you begin to lower your head back onto his dick. Your hand on the base of his shaft, you move it in the opposite direction you are sucking, sliding your hand up as you go down.

With a gentle grip guiding your head, Ace directs your motions in a steady pace, releasing a cacophony of moans. For every rise and fall he lets out a pleasured sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from this notorious pirate. Some guttural, some high pitched, all from your man. You flutter your eyelashes again as you look up at him; it’s useless, as his eyes are gently closed in pure bliss. Despite the umbrella casting a long shadow across the two of you, beads of sweat roll down his forehead; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. A sharp tug on your hair alerts you that he’s close, as his eyes roll back into his skull. He attempts to take control and starts thrusting in search of climax. You weren’t prepared to be face fucked like this, but you can adapt quickly.

Using your arms, you forcefully remove Ace’s hands from your head, releasing you from his guide. In an attempt to coax his climax quicker, you breathe in deeply through your nose and take all of his thick cock, burying your nose into his pubic bone. The mixture of deepthroating, and your hand on the base of his shaft causes him to let out an ear piercing whine. You manage to stay down and are rewarded as his pulsing cock unloads, the warm rush of cum filling your mouth. You swallow, before winking and blushing back at your partner.

“Ready for round two?” You coo, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before widening your stance expectantly. “Or can you not handle what beauty is sitting in front of you?” You expect him to need a little time to cool down and recharge, but his erection hasn’t gone down in the slightest and he only looks more eager. “I think I can handle you pretty well, just wanna be sure you can handle this bad boy. Guess I have my answer, so here’s a better question: Do we have any kind of protection?”

Biting your lip, you drag your discarded top through the sand, and reach inside the breast pocket. “For when a sexy man wants to have some fun…” You quip, tearing the wrapping open with your teeth. “Now’s the main event, big boy…” Separating the rubber from the plastic, you put Ace’s cock in your hand once again. In one quick movement, the condom is on and the two of you are ready to go. As he draws in close again, you run a playful finger along his abs. He takes hold of your left thigh while his right hand holds his member steady on its course. “Let me help with that…” you offer softly, grabbing his wrist to make the intention clear. He lets go and you take hold of the slick latex and warm flesh. Now with both hands on your thighs, he keeps your legs spread and your body steady as the tip of his member presses at your waiting opening to seek entry. With you to guide him he pushes a bit more and finds it.

You wince in pain, gripping his shoulders as his big cock fills you. He was stretching you a bit, but you didn’t mind the sting. The pain is worth the pleasure. You take a deep breath as you bottom out, a pleasant feeling enveloping your core. “Fuck me Ace, please…you feel so good…” you plead, squirming to get more of that wonderful feeling. “Okay hot stuff, be prepared for a wild ride.” His hands wander up to your breasts, grasping them as if they were the most precious jewels. Tantalizingly slow, he pulls out of you. You beg and whine, every inch lost leaving an empty feeling until all you have is the tip. “Put it….in…please!!” You howl, clawing at his legs as you attempt to push him back in. He goes back to rubbing your nipples under his thumbs and acts like he’s deep in thought. “Well… you’re making some pretty cute noises right now so maybe I shouldn’t? Ah, but I wanna hear what you’ll sound like when I do this!” And just like that he slammed back in, as you let out a loud moan.

Ace is done going easy on you, and the thrust in is immediately followed by another out, then back in agains and again. He’s really fucking you now, and it feels so goddamn good. Every slap of skin against skin elicits an even louder sound, is it possible that there’s a limit to your volume? The harder he goes on you, the tighter you can feel yourself getting. Your coil keeps tightening, almost ready to snap. As if the feeling of his cock isn’t exciting enough, the look on his face and the grunts and moans he’s making are sure as hell helping. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him deep in you and arch your back to press your tits into his waiting hands even more.

Pleasure and joy flow through your body and mind so strongly you worry it might start to spill out as tears, and you can certainly tell it’s dripping out somewhere else. Your sexual frenzy continues a few minutes more until you know you can’t take any more. “Ace… I’m so close…” you try to tell him, though by now your voice has been reduced to a shrill squeak. Ace understands it though, and replies with a grunt that sounds like “Me too… together babe.” Your boyfriend leans in and kisses you one more time as he ruts like the animal in heat he seems to be. The dam bursts and you moan into the kiss as your pussy convulses and tries to milk him for all he’s got. Luckily you have the condom in the way, because he’s got a lot. He twitches a few times as a fresh load streams out and is collected in the reservoir tip, and you feel a new wave of heat in your core.

You lay back on your towel, spent. It feels as if you’ve just completed a marathon and every muscle in your body is crying out for rest. Despite this, you look into Ace’s eyes; they’re clouded from what just went on. Catching your breath, your face is just inches away from Ace’s. He’s regained all his energy already and gives you a cheeky grin. “See? I knew we’d have plenty to do at the beach without having to swim!”

[kazusugar]

i have this thought that just floats around in my head all the time. like i like to think that bokuto just has really sensitive nipples that just sit oh so perfectly upon his big big titties.

just like imagine daddy bo doing so skin to skin with his little and they just start sucking on his nipple. they never realized how sensitive they were and were honestly too little to care. bo is so taken aback by this that he doesn’t know what to do. so he just sits there in this painful pleasure bc who would he be to disturb his peaceful pretty baby. do with this information what you will but i’d love to hear your take on it. god the brain rot ajhhh!¿:$:!

decided to post today for the birthday boy😌💅

MINORS,,,, GTFO 18+ ONLY PLS NSFW BELOW CUT

anon, i agree wholeheartedly. he's got fuckin mommy milkers idc, i will make a fool of myself for a peek of them tiddies😮‍💨

this gave me SO MUCH BRAINROT. i personally am a fuckin menace (brat),, so this'll be fun

also,, sorry it took a while to get to, my brain is dummy and only likes to write when it feels like it, not when i feel like it ),: (and let's not talk about the spacing issue with the paragraphs)

CW: brat fem! reader x daddy bokuto, dd/lg dynamics, tiddie stuff !!, spit, surprise finger in the ass, cream pie, spanking, humiliation, dacryphilia, ?????

so imagine:

you're sitting in bokuto's lap while a movie plays. it's the weekend, it's time to relax you know? that means you can get in that comfy headspace easily when bokuto says, "princess, i ordered pizza for dinner. do you need a snack or something before it gets here?". the nickname makes you slip like melted butter. "no daddy, i can wait!", you say happily, giving bokuto a sweet smile. "okay, princess. let's go get changed so we can watch our movie." he's so kind to you. you make grabby hands to him, wanting to be carried to your shared bedroom. who is he to tell his princess no? he picks you up easily, hands on the back of your thighs to carry you.

"alright, let's pick out some clothes princess." you nod and make your way to the dresser, picking out some fresh undies, fuzzy socks, and a pair of comfy shorts. looking at bokuto with a little pout, he knows what you want. "want one of my tshirts? i gotcha baby." he says and grabs a tshirt out of one of his drawers and hands it to you. "turn around! no peeking!" you say to bokuto, making sure he's turned around before you strip down and put on the fresh clothes.

"okay, i'm done daddy." you grin as he turns back around. "alright baby, daddy's gonna change now. i don't mind if you peek, it's up to you", he teased and began to strip down, putting on fresh boxers and sweatpants. your eyes get caught on his muscly figure, specifically his pecs. when did they start looking that juicy, huh?

as soon as you both got down the stairs, the doorbell rang. "stay here, princess. daddy's gonna get the pizza", you nodded and sat on the couch, peeking over the top to watch the interaction. once bokuto turned around, you fell back on the couch as if you weren't watching and giggling. "what are you giggling about over there hm?" bokuto asked you, making you sit back up. "nothin daddy. i promise!" you put a hand over your mouth to control the giggles.

bokuto brought the pizza back to the couch with a couple of plates to set on the coffee table. you squirm in excitement as he puts a slice on your plate and hands it to you. "thank you daddy," you give him a kiss on the cheek before taking a bite of the cheesy heaven. bokuto sits beside you and starts on his own slice, starting a movie up.

after a couple of slices, you set your plate back on the table and snuggle into bokuto's side, waiting for him to finish eating. when he's finally done, you move your way into his lap and give him a soft kiss. "need you, daddy." you whined softly, giving him a little pout. "'m all yours, princess." he smiles to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you nod and place your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. "blankie, please!" you say, looking up at bokuto. "okay, baby. i gotcha." he nods before wrapping a blanket over the two of you.

after a while when bokuto's attention is on the movie playing, you softly lick at his nipple before wrapping your mouth around it. it gives bokuto shivers going down his spine. he didn't have a clue he was sensitive there. you start to suckle a little, closing your eyes and humming a little. bokuto is frozen, not sure what to do. of course he couldn't scold you for this, even he didn't know about it. you lap at his nipple and pant softly for air, causing his breath to hitch. he places a hand in your hair and smooths it down a few times, biting down on his lip to keep quiet.

you knew exactly what you were doing to him. it was evident in the way his cock grew harder and harder beneath you. you squirmed against his hips, whining a little as you took his nipple back into your mouth, teasing it with your teeth. he couldn't hold back a grunt at that, letting out a breath he didn't notice he was holding. "p-princess?" he asked, watching with half lidded eyes as you looked up. it was an innocent look, with a saliva string still connecting your lips to his nipple. you licked at your bottom lip, "yes daddy?" you asked, giving a small head tilt. "daddy needs you princess. needs you bad." he groaned out, reaching his hand to the waistband of your shorts. "just need to be in you, is that okay baby?" he asked quietly, chest rising and falling with the pants he let out. "'course daddy!" you grinned at him, giggling as he just about ripped your shorts off.

"baby girl, i feel a little wet spot. you doin this on purpose, hm?" bokuto raised an eyebrow at you. you just put your mouth on his other nipple and giggled a little, giving it kitten licks. "nuh uh! i'm a good girl, i promise!" you huffed, then began to suck little love bites all over his chest. "good girls don't lie, princess." he said with a smirk, pressing down on the wet spot to make you squirm. "s-stop daddy! ngh- i didn't do anything!" you whined as he began rubbing at your clit through your panties. "dumb bratty baby." bokuto growled, lifting your head by your chin. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip to make you open your mouth, then spat a fat glob of saliva in it. "what do we say?" bokuto asked, tapping your cheek. you closed your mouth and looked the other way with a huff. "oh? fine, fine. be a bratty bitch." bokuto gave a challenging look, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow at you as he waited. "th-thank you, daddy." you finally whispered out. "what was that princess?" bokuto smirked, watching tears form in your waterline. "thank you daddy!" you said louder, then swallowed the glob of spit in your mouth.

"good job, baby girl." bokuto cooed, running a hand through your hair. he slid your panties to the side and ran two fingers in your slit, chuckling when one caught your clit and you whined. "you're soaked, baby. all from sucking on my nipples? how cute." bokuto lifted you gently, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock. "see what you've done, princess? we gotta take care of that." he lowered you back down into his lap, running his shaft through your dripping slit. you whined and grabbed at his shoulders, letting out a soft moan at the feeling.

bokuto spread his legs a bit and placed your legs on either side of his hips, hovering you over his cock. "you want it baby? get it yourself." he said in a low voice, removing his hands from you. you pouted and huffed, giving a sniffle before you lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly lowered yourself. once his fat tip was in, you put your hands on his chest and let out a soft sob, having tears run down your cheeks. you looked him in the eyes with a glare and lowered yourself a little more, beginning to bounce gently before bokuto spanked you harsh enough to leave a mark. "y-you're so mean, daddy!" you whined, using the heel of your hand to wipe your eyes. "you're embarrassing me!" you cried out, hitting your fist against his sturdy chest. "baby girl, you're the one who wanted to be bratty with me. bratty girls get punished, good girls get treats." bokuto shrugged, then wiped at your tears. you huffed and continued your bouncing, getting lower on his cock with every one. once he was fully sheathed, you shivered and let out a sweet moan for him. "good girl, you got me in all by yourself!" he teased you, patting your cheek. "need more, daddy." you whined at him, giving him a little pout.

"alright, princess. i suppose you've been good enough." bokuto nodded towards you and wrapped his muscular arms tight around you. "'m sorry baby, i don't like being mean either." he whispered and gave you a kiss, lacing his fingers with your own. "now let daddy take over, he'll take care of you." he wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks with his thumb, using the arm to pull you closer to him. you took the opportunity to latch back on to his nipple and suck softly, keeping one of your hands still holding his. you used the other hand to play with the nipple you weren't sucking, making sure to give attention to both.

bokuto began thrusting up into you, using his free hand to play with your clit. "so tight, princess." he moaned out, softly panting as he thrusted. "mm, 's full, daddy. i can feel you in my tummy." you let out a little giggle, licking at his sensitive swollen nipple. "oh yeah? right here?" he asked, placing a hand on your tummy and pressing down. you squirmed and whined, drooling a bit on his pec. "daddy! feels funny.." you huffed, biting down on his nipple. "fuck, princess, if you do that again i'll cum!" he grunted, spanking you to watch your ass jiggle. "need more, need more!" you whined, wiggling your hips down to get him as far into you as possible. bokuto slid one of his fingers in your mouth, using his other hand to collect a little slick. while you were distracted with his fingers in your mouth, he slicked up your tighter hole and slid a finger in. "gonna cum, daddy!" you whined and drooled all over his hand, panting softly. "go ahead princess, cum for daddy." he nodded, watching as your face expressions changed. he thrusted up a few more times and coated your insides white with his hot cum.

both of you were panting and hazy minded. "are you good princess? everything okay?" bokuto asked, removing his finger from your ass. with an uncomfortable shiver, you nodded. "'m good daddy, sleepy though." you said softly, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. "alright baby, do you wanna do clean up or sleep first?" he asked you, rubbing at your back gently. "sleepy, daddy. don't pull out, 'm too sensitive." you mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed. "alright, little princess." bokuto gave a happy sigh, laying back with you in his arms. he made sure the blanket covered you before giving your forehead a kiss and closing his own eyes to fall asleep with you.

[beels-burger-babe]

I'm curious if you have your own MC headcanon. Like, how would B!MC go about in the Devildom, and interact with the demon brothers and side characters? What would they have done differently in the game?

Awwww, I love this question!

So basically, do I have any headcanons for if I myself were MC? Let's get into this! Do with this info what you will!

She most certainly would not stay like that though. I lovingly refer to myself as an Extrovert with Introverted tendencies. Once I start feeling comfy around certain brothers, (Definitely Mammon first and foremost. The others would happen very slowly afterwards), I'd be the slightest bit more open, would probably tease them a little, and would just generally try to get to know them and show them kindness.

1: Starts off shy, closed off, and anxious

B would be so freaked out and shy at first. I'm the kind of person that's pretty awkward around people when I first meet them, and if they give off strong, intimidating auras, (for some reason especially around men), I'm incredibly shy at first.

Therefore, B probably wouldn't talk all that much and would either nod and give quick answers as needed or awkwardly ramble. She'd fidget a lot and be too anxious and just shocked by the situation to actually argue or fight against Lucifer or anyone.

Eventually, she'll reach her natural "puppy dog" energy that I apparently possess. She'll speak her mind, dish out compliments on the daily, and will be a little more confident and relaxed around everyone.

2: Takes RAD and role on the student council very seriously

3: Would never ever use pacts without giving the brothers a heads up or receiving permission

B is definitely a good student, a bit of a teacher's pet and a nerd. I don't mean this in a way to brag, but I've always been one of those "top of the class" students and have been in various leadership positions in my life. So I think B would thrive at RAD and would be so curious and interested in the new things that they can learn from being the Devildom. She would also do her best to genuinely contribute to the student council and offer ideas on how to better student life and different events and activities they could do to higher school spirit.

(Once they get comfy enough, B would most certainly spend some time sneaking off with Solomon to adventure around the Devildom and see all the new sights and try new foods.)

Consent is important, and B just wouldn't be comfy forcing someone to do something they don't want to do, even if they're a demon and accepted the pact. If she did slip once or twice in burst of heightened emotion, she'd feel SO GUILTY afterwards and probably bake them cookies or make them something as an apology.

5: INSOMNIAC

I do not sleep well on a normal basis, and have a hard time sleeping in new environments. SO, B would sneak off to a room that she knows is far away from the brothers' rooms and just draw, write, read or even have a random 3 am dance party in there until she's exhausted enough and eventually drag herself back to bed.

Relationships with characters:

Lucifer:

- Respects his authority, hates how he abuses his power sometimes and treats his siblings.

-Once she's been there long enough, B will actively defend Mammon and the others against him and will respectfully call him out on occasion for his bullshit. (aka she's pretty much a not-so-secret member of the Anti-Lucifer League)

- At the same time, she is 100% low key afraid of him, but just doesn't fully show it.

- Despite this, will still check in on him and make sure he's getting enough food during his work binges

Mammon:

- Knows that Mammon is in charge of watching her, and therefore will be spending the most time with her, so will do her best to befriend him and get along with him.

- At first, she's a little irked by his tsundere tendencies, but once she sees his brothers berate him, she'd instantly understand what this is all about and feel protective over him.

- Always gives him words of encouragement and compliments him. He'd easily become her best friend, though she'd definitely form a crush on him.

-He's the person she runs to at 1am to show the funny TikTok she just watched or to give a scene by scene retelling of the amazing story she just read

Leviathan:

- She'd be torn. On one hand, he's a nerd like her and she'd love to hang out and play games with him, BUT he'd need to drop the whole "But are you real fan?" thing real quick or she's just gonna leave.

- As far as his insecurities go, B would try to help him find some self-help tools to aid in his confidence and would sharply correct him if he started degrading himself.

- His room would be her favourite though, and honestly, she'd probably go there just to chill with Henry 2.0 and make faces at him. I have done this with my sister's fish and will happily do so with Henry.

-Much like with Lucifer, B would check in on his gaming or anime binges and make sure that he's okay and eating properly.

Satan:

-Wants to be his friend SO FREAKING BADLY

-I mean, he has books, lots of them, and knows all kind of stuff, and loves pets and knows how to sneak cats into the house.

-But she'd be so intimidated by him because "He's just so cool!"

-Satan would have to make the first move, similar to in the game, and then afterwards, she'd probably go to him to bounce ideas off of for writing and for reading recommendations.

-Once Belphie is out, the three of them often hang out in the library with hot drinks just mocking and teasing Lucifer (all in good fun. Nothing too serious).

-She'd probably study with him and help him tutor some of the others.

Asmodeus:

- Gets soooooooooo flustered by his little flirtations, but thinks that he's just teasing her and not serious.

- Seriously. She turns red like a tomato and either just walks away or hides her face and squeaks. Cracks Asmo up every time.

- Other than that, she'd LOVE getting to relax and do manicures, facials, etc with him.

- They'd definitely just have days out on the town where they try cute little innovative cafes and go shopping.

- That being said, when he gets nasty and goes too far when teasing his brothers, she will not stand for it and will demand that he apologize.

Beelzebub:

-Love at first sight.

-She sees him, tall, aloof, ginger hair and these dazzling purple eyes just, he has her heart in an instant.

- She isn't subtle either. She perks up whenever he enters the room, smiles a lot when he talks to her, blushes when he gets too close, starts keeping snacks for him on her, etc

- When she finds out he plays Fangol, she'll ask him to tell her about so that she can have a better understanding of the sport and will attend some of his games. She is definitely cheering loudly in the stands.

-Too nervous to make any actual moves, and will accept just being his friend if she doesn't notice any signs of him recepricating her feelings.

If this actually interests anyone and you want to know more about B as an MC or her/my relationships with the others or any other specific questions, let me know cause this was fun!

Belphegor *Lesson 16 spoilers*:

- Is sympathetic for the situation of him being locked in the attic, but is hesitant and suspicious of him.

-The main reason she goes along with his plan, is because she knows Beel misses him and helping Belphie will be helping Beel.

-Feels like a fucking idiot after she gets killed, and will not go anywhere near him for a long time. Even once she does start letting herself be in the same room as him, she'll be civil but untrusting of him.

-Once he proves himself through genuine actions and apologies, B will start warming up to him again and slowly becomes his friend.

[ayellowcurtain]

Established Sobbe that has been dating for years (they’re not trying to hide it either, it just never came up), sander’s parents try to set him up with Britt because they think it’s about time he gets in a relationship and robbe’s friends try to set him up with sander, both not realizing that they’re already in a relationship, they go along with it because they think it’s hilarious

“I think this is the last box.” Sander says, throwing himself on Robbe’s brand new bed, not sure if he’ll have the strength to go back downstairs if it’s not. They’ve been moving Robbe’s belongings around all day. Sander knew it wouldn’t be easy so he offered his help from packing Robbe’s old bedroom in his parents’ place to moving to this new flat. 

He doesn’t know who the roomies are but Robbe says they’re friends of his friends so it should be fine. 

“Yeah, I think we’re done.” Robbe comes back from the bathroom across the hall, sighing, tired too, smiling when he sees Sander comfortable on his bed already, sitting up when his boyfriend sits on his lap. 

“Your new bed is comfy.” 

“Yeah? It was Milan’s so I wouldn’t trust to sit on it with no sheets but you did it for me, so...” 

Sander frowns, trying to think Robbe is just teasing him and not being serious about how dirty it can be. 

“Is Milan someone you could find attractive?” Sander puts his arms tighter around Robbe’s waist, keeping them as close as possible, smiling when his boyfriend whines very softly, putting his arms around Sander’s neck. 

“Funny you say that. He tried to kiss me a few months before I met you.” 

“What? I didn’t know that!” Sander is interested now. It was a long road until Robbe could even trust himself and Sander to let them talk, knowing very well Sander was falling for him, wanting more than to just be friends. 

Robbe was so deeply inside his closet is hard to imagine his reaction to a guy trying to kiss him before. Sander will never forget the thrill that ran through his whole body when Robbe finally kissed him. He was almost giving up, thinking Robbe would live his whole life pretending to be straight when it happened. 

It’s true that things moved pretty quickly after the first kiss under the water. They went from being weird friends that were clearly completely attracted to each other to being each other’s first in everything, all in one night. 

“You know how bad I was when we met so I don’t think there’s nothing to worry about. I should even apologize to him for being so rude.” 

“You said he helped you with your dad...” Sander tries not to sound as jealous as he feels thinking about Robbe sharing a flat with people he doesn’t know that well, none that could be consider “responsible” if Robbe’s explanation of each of them is anything to go by. 

“He did, he dressed all weird like an adult and my dad bought his bullshit.” 

“So he’s older...that seems to be your type.” Robbe laughs lightly in that way that makes Sander’s world turn into bright colors and lightheaded feelings. 

“Like you just kissed people your age before me.” 

Sander lifts his brows, pretending to think about it when they both know that’s not the case. “No...but never too old either.” 

“How old is too old for you, mister Driesen?” 

“It really depends on how young the youngest is but if both are of age...I would say 5 years is okay still. Maybe 6 if you really like the person.” 

“That’s a gap...” 

“Yeah...Don’t you think society already puts too much weight on labels and time and what’s possible or not to be loved? Like I said, if both people have their brains fully developed by their ages and if they’re both aware of their own feelings and what’s right and wrong, it feels like another box they’re trying to put us inside. Think about older couples that you know, or famous ones, celebrities and shit.”

Sander lifts them up from the bed for a second so he can grab his phone on his pocket, doing a little research with the first celebrities he can think of. 

“Kanye West and Kim Kardashian, Brie Larson and her guy, Greta Gerwig and her guy, Viola David and her husband, look!” Robbe steals his phone before he can keep going, leaving it behind them on the bed. 

“I get it! And I believe you, no need for proof.” 

“Those seem like pretty healthy relationship. These women seem to have their shit together and they have big gaps with their lovers.”

Robbe pulls Sander closer but before they can kiss, the front door is closed and locked, making both of them jump and look at the hall. 

“Hi...?” The blonde girl that Sander assumes to be Zoe stops at the bedroom door, and a guy follows her, clearly interested in what’s going on inside. 

“Hi...” Robbe jumps out of his lap, blushing so deeply that Sander swallows hard, hoping he didn’t make Robbe too uncomfortable getting caught by his roommates. 

“Who are you?” The guy carefully pushes the girl to the side so he can get inside, offering his hand to Sander.

He looks at Robbe, not sure of how he should introduce himself, “Sander,” he decides, shaking the guy’s hand, noticing how he looks at Robbe with a big smile on his face. 

“I’m Milan, so nice to meet you, Sander!” He tries to smile and quietly look at Robbe, see how can he help because it’s clear that Robbe is freaking out a little bit inside his head, not able to use his words. 

“He’s, hm, my boyfriend.” Robbe finally states and Sander exhales, just then noticing he was holding most of his breath. 

“Oh my god! I know you!” The girl finally comes in like her realization of something is what she needed to come in. Sander looks at her, not recognizing her face or voice, “I saw you on Noor’s insta!” 

She laughs and looks around, nobody else understand where she’s going with this so she explains, “Yeah, we were trying to find someone for Robbe.” 

“What?” Robbe almost scream in shock. 

“What? And why I wasn’t part of that committee?” Milan frowns, so hurt that he didn’t know about this. 

She looks at everyone, still smiling, staring at Robbe lastly with an apologetic look. 

“We...didn’t know what you liked so we were very broad with our options. And you know Noor...” 

“Yeah...we go to the same college...” Sander adds, not sure of how much information Robbe wants him to give, not sure how close he is to his flatmates. 

“You chose well.” Milan says with a smile on his face, and that’s when Robbe suddenly gets tired of this awkward conversation, moving on his feet for the first time since he got up from Sander’s lap. 

“Okay, that’s enough. You can leave my bedroom now...” He tries to walk them out of his bedroom and Sander waits for him, noticing how he and Zoe are whispering things to each other, how big and proud her smile is before they’re finally out and Robbe closes and locks the door, resting his forehead against it. 

“Sorry...” 

Robbe finally relaxes his shoulders, turning back around and he doesn’t look mad but Sander waits until Robbe is close to him again, nuzzling against his chest like a cat, and Sander holds him tightly, kissing his forehead. 

“No need to say sorry. I wasn’t really hiding you, so...” 

Sander smiles against his hair. They really weren’t hiding each other or their relationship but they were often alone, in their bubble, maybe unconsciously keeping this to themselves and nobody else. Sander can’t think of anyone or anything coming between them so that’s why, maybe, this first interaction was so weird. 

His phone starts ringing on the bed and Robbe whines, holding his clothes but Sander walks around with him, keeping Robbe against his chest, grabbing his phone. 

“Hi mom...” Robbe smiles softly and Sander gets lost in how beautiful he is for a second, wrapping one arm around his waist, hiding against his neck to smell him, trying to hear what his mom is saying at the same time. 

“She’s a lovely girl, and I invited her to dinner here tonight.”

“What? Who, mom?” 

“Britt! The girl that came here to give me the pencil case you forgot in your class!” 

Sander closes his eyes, standing up again, feeling Robbe’s fingers in the back of his neck to pull him down and closer, carefully leaving feather-like kisses all over his face, on his eyelids, helping him relax instantly. 

“Shit, mom...!” 

“What? Don’t we like her? She seems so nice, baby! And so interested if you were home...” 

“I’ll be home in an hour.” 

“Okay, sweetie! Then we’ll talk.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He ends the call and puts his phone back on his pocket. 

His parents should get the hint with how many times Sander didn’t sleep at home for the past year or so. Or how he’s been drawing the same mysterious figure, or how much he uses his phone now, constantly texting Robbe when they’re not together.

“One hour? I thought you were staying for the night!” Robbe talks softly and pouts a little and Sander smiles, kissing the corner of his lips just to tease his boyfriend. 

“We have plans now.” 

Robbe is still pouting a little, hoping his disappointment will make Sander change his mind, “What are you guys doing?” 

“No. Me and you.” He slips his hand down a little bit, patting Robbe’s ass, “Surprise, cutie, it’s “meet the parents” day!” 

Robbe opens his eyes big, stopping with the cute face now, suddenly so uncertain if they should do it like this, “Sander...” 

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” 

Sander sits back on the bed, pulling Robbe with him. He knows Britt, and he knows she wants to have something with him and he won’t be the asshole that breaks the girl’s heart in front of his parents and the love of his life. He just hopes they’ll get home before her and he’ll be able to introduce Robbe to his parents and just have a nice dinner with his parents, a friend from college, and Robbe. 

[subwonwooagenda]

Candy’s Regulars | 2 | Dino’s Private Show

MASTERLIST

Teaser , Chapter 1 

Pairings: Camgirl!Reader X SVT, Dino X Camgirl!Reader

Constant Warnings: Group masturbations (sometimes), smut, use of toys, kink usage, language

Chapter Notes: Hello! OMG you guys really enjoyed the first actual chapter of this and that was so bizarre to me! Thank you so much! The way this will work is like this; I am going youngest to oldest, so you will get two chapters for each svt member; one being the private stream and the other being the actual collab cam session, with some filler chapters in between of the cams or random shit. The chapters of actual interactions will definitely be longer haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: Chan has a noona kink (if you’re not older than him uhh im sorry? XD), switch Chan, guided masturbation (kinda), cam sex, dirty talk, language, use of toys, semi smut with a hint of fluff

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You placed your hands on your hips in your room, going through your mental checklist. Lights? Check. Toys? Check. Camera? Check. Now all you had to do was check in with your boys. You decided to switch things up, choosing to start with the youngest of the thirteen, being Chan, or Dino as he dubbed himself, and work your way up to the oldest, being Seungcheol. So with a giddy smile, you laid on your stomach on your bed, starting to type.

candy_princess: Hi, Dino! Are you ready for your private show? If not then take your time! :)

You only had to wait a few minutes until he replied, the familiar sound of an incoming message echoing through your computer.

SuperiorMaknaeDino: AHH yes yes, i’m here! Sorry i just got off work and wanted to take a shower, i’m ready now if you are.

You smiled and let out a shaky sigh. Camming for one person just seemed so much more intimate than doing it for hundreds to thousands of people, but these weren’t your average old men trying to get off. These were your regular boys, and they were the closest things you could call friends. 

candy_princess: Yeah i’m ready!

And with a final sigh as you sat up on your knees, making sure your light blue lingerie was on display, you opened up the private stream, inviting Dino.

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Dino ran a hand through his still drying hair as he clicked the accept button of the invite, glasses resting comfortably on his now bare face. He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips when you came in view, looking absolutely stunning in the lingerie he knew you picked specially for him seeing as it was his favorite color.

“Hey, Dino!” You said excitedly, waving at him in an adorable manner. He chuckled and got comfy where he was sitting, waving back at you. “Hey, Candy.” He didn’t really know what to do and that was apparent to you as you watched his hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “Are you nervous, baby?” You asked him in your sweet voice, easily getting into the mindset you needed while camming. He gave a gentle chuckle, hiding his eyes from you. “Y-Yeah i guess i am..”

You let out a giggle at how cute he was. He was so confident when texting but you supposed face to face would be a little intimidating. You gave a smile as you sat up on your knees, hands resting on your thighs, “Then would you like me to start?” You asked, your hands trailing to trace against the fabric of the light blue lace panties. 

Chan felt his breath hitch as he watched your fingers, not realizing how eagerly he was nodding until your gentle voice came across his speakers with a giggle, “Easy, baby boy~ Don’t hurt yourself.” And with that sentence he just couldn’t stop the words from escaping his mouth, “I’m sorry Noona.” and he couldn’t hide the panic in his eyes when he saw you freeze, processing the word. He noticed his shaking hands, the worry setting in him that he offended you somehow in the span of five minutes. 

“It’s alright, baby boy. You don’t need to apologize to Noona.” It was with that sentence that Chan realized the power you held over him when his hips automatically bucked up into the air, a moan escaping his lips. You gave a small smile, hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, “Do you want to touch yourself baby?”

Chan nodded his head, his hands balling into fists to not touch himself. He wanted to be a good boy for his Noona. “C-Can i please N-Noona?” He stuttered out, waiting for your answer. 

You smiled and let your bra slip down your arms, revealing your breasts. Chan whimpered as his eyes locked on your chest, his hands unzipping his pants and tugging them, along with his boxers, down his legs. He bit his lip as he wrapped his hand around his cock, moaning as he bucked up into his hand. “Fuck, Noona...you’re so..ahh...so pretty..” He moaned out, cock twitching as your small giggle filled his ears.

You smiled as your hands reached up, drifting across your breasts, gently tugging on your nipples, the sensation causing a small moan to escape your lips. You locked eyes with Chan as you sat up, hand trailing down your stomach, looping your fingers into your panties, “Fuck Channie...You made me ruin my panties.” You playfully whined, tugging the now soaked panties down your thighs, sitting down before spreading your legs, exposing your dripping pussy.  

Chan groaned loudly, running his thumb over the slit of his tip, squeezing gently, “Fuck...I made you that wet, huh?” He bit his lip a little harder, moving into a more comfortable position. “God...I can’t wait to be buried in that pussy.”

You moaned as you ran your fingers over your folds, hips subtly moving closer to the camera as you teased your entrance with the tip of your finger, “I bet you’d feel so good inside me.” You moaned out, your free hand reaching up to grasp at your breast. 

Chan smirked, hand moving on his cock a bit faster, “Go on and slip those fingers inside, Noona.” He groaned, eyes focusing in on your pussy, watching closely as you slipped your middle finger into your heat.

You moaned out loudly, slowly pumping your finger in and out, reaching your other hand down to rub at your clit. You felt good but you couldn’t help but want your fingers to be replaced with Chan’s, imagining the intense pleasure you’d receive from just his fingers. As your mind went wild with thoughts, you subconsciously moaned out Chan’s name, slipping in another two fingers into your pussy. 

Chan moaned and stroked himself faster, tightening the grip on his cock at the sound of his name escaping your lips, his mind imagining what’d you feel like wrapped around his cock, whether it be your lips or your pussy. “That’s it, Noona. Speed them up for me.” He said, watching as you obeyed and thrusted your fingers a bit faster.

His eyes were permanently locked on your figure, taking in every move you made. he took in the way your breath picked up, causing your chest to rise and fall a bit faster, the way your hips would instinctively roll into your fingers when they brushed against that one spot inside you, and the way your head would roll back, exposing your unmarked neck and filling his mind with scenario after scenario of the different ways he could mark you up.

His thoughts, of course, spurred his hand to stroke himself faster, deep moans spilling from his mouth without a seconds thought. For a long time, he could only imagine what this would be like, having this moment with you and now that he was living that moment he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to watch you come undone multiple times, either from your own fingers or his. 

Chan’s eyes widened as he watched you bring your hand out of frame only to bring with it a semi large clear dildo. He groaned as he watched you drag your tongue from the base of the toy to the tip, giggling as you wrapped your lips around the tip of the toy. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he chuckled, hand squeezing around the base of his cock. 

You continued sucking on the toy until you deemed it wet enough and slipped your fingers out of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing. You laid your head back, moaning out as you dragged the toy over your folds before slowly slipping it inside you, shivering slightly at the welcomed stretch it brought you. 

“Fuck, you look so good. I bet you’d look even better taking my cock instead of that toy.” He groaned, watching as you started rocking your hips against the toy, rubbing your clit with your free hand. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, chest rising and falling a bit faster from the pleasure you were receiving. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to hold off your release, already feeling the pleasant coil that was beginning to tighten inside you. You needed to cum and Chan easily picked up on that by noticing the way you sped up the thrusts of the toy. 

“You’re close aren’t you, Noona? You feel good, huh? You look so good. So wreckable. God, i love watching the way your greedy pussy devours that toy. But it needs more, doesn’t it?” Chan spoke, his own hand speeding up to chase his approaching release. He subtly rocked his hips into his fist, watching as you nodded, hips desperately bucking up into the toy, your moans growing louder.

“Chan please...ahh...please tell me i can cum..” You moaned out, the coil on the bring of snapping as you rubbed faster at your clit. Chan chuckled as he bit his lip, “Go on, Noona. Cum for me, yeah?” He encouraged, spilling into his own hand as he watched you come undone, your back arching as you came around the toy, releasing one last loud moan.

You laid there for a bit, panting heavily as you came down from your high. Chan sat there panting just as heavily as he kept his eyes on you, still not fully sure if what just happened was real or not. “Are you okay, Noona?” He asked softly, whatever dominant tone he had earlier now completely gone, leaving the adorable young man who sends you memes after you do your shows. You gave a smile and nodded, wincing softly as you pulled the toy out of your sensitive heat. “I’m fine, Channie~” You giggled, placing the toy in the basket infront of your bed to clean later.

Chan had already cleaned himself off and tucked his cock back into hsi sweats when you locked your eyes on him again. He gave you an adorable smile as you started to clean yourself off, happy that you weren’t going to stay covered in lube and your juices. “Noona?” He asked quietly, not looking at you as he played with the strings of his sweatpants. “Yes, Channie?” you asked, tilting your head as you slipped on a robe to cover yourself. “Do you...do you think we could do this again?...Even after all of this?” He asked, seemingly shy. You gave a smile and nodded your head, “Even after this i still have to make sure to repay my regulars.” You giggled, taking a mental picture of the adorable smile he gave at your words.

You both talked for a bit longer before saying your goodbyes and leaving the private stream. You sighed happily and moved to go finish cleaning up but not before a notification caught your eye.

SuperiorMaknaeDino donated $300 

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Thank you for making my night Noona ;)

And with a shake of your head and a small smile, you began to finish cleaning up, only being able to imagine what the rest of this whole repayment would bring.

[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood,Voices, violence

4: Green Roof Apartments

It was dark by the time I had gotten to the green roof apartment building. I was coming up near the font where it looked like they were doing construction work? but Spotted something laying on the ground.

Its limbs were all Sprawled out getting closer making sure it was dead before I went in.  Half of its head was chopped Capitated it had looked-like its face was beaten in my something big?

Its teeth were all yellow and dirty as its skin was a sickly bluish-gray. But one of its ears stood out the most. It was enlarged, I was sure to remember this and put it in my field journal.

I was about to check the front out when I heard the monster utter some words. " I can't see?!" It spoke my eyes went wide as I turned to look at it.

My feet Accidentally hit some gravel making the smallest noise. Its enlarged ear started to twitch. " I can hear you!!" I mumbled its fingers moved when all of a sudden they shot out spikes. Until it hit the concrete building wall making a crashing sound.

I jumped out of the way before it could hit me. I rolled on to the payment as another shot of spikes came. Laying on my stomach it was either fight or flight since I didn't have a weapon I chose to leave knowing I could get killed.

The only reason I didn't before was because of the golden If you didn't know already. Getting up I ran away, not able to fight well I wasn't a good fighter as you have seen before but I was extremely lucky.

Going in behind the building there  I checked for a possible way in. As I moved stuff out of my way I found a door hidden behind a white tarp. Moving it out of the way there was a sound of a huge thud making the group shake.

I wobbled a little bit trying to steady back my balance. Knowing I shouldn't have looked back but my Curiosity got the best of me. I nearly fainted seeing a monster about the size of Wait no it was the size of the hulk.

It kept saying " Protein" that's when I knew that was one of the monsters that ate people. Grabbing ahold of the door handle I twisted it opened running in quickly I shut and locked the door behind me.

I signed out a heavy breath feeling sweat run down my forehead and back. If this place has these kinds of monsters there's no telling what is in this building.

I should have known, there can't be a place without some type of these things living in it some more than others. Inside the back building was dark and it gave me the creeps.

Lights flickered on and off creaking sounds coming from the old busted pipes and the floor was kinda wet with water they made have had a water leakage somewhere.

I made my way down the hallway as my footsteps splashed the little amount of water. It Echoed making the place give me goosebumps my arms my whole body shook.

I needed some sleep because I have been through a lot today my body was sore even though I healed. Checking every door it was locked until I came to the end of the last door.

Opening it Carefully as the Hinges made a squeaking sound I cringed hoping nothing heard that I was surprised to see a closet. It was those that had a little cot where the people slept on if they need to borrow one.

I smiled, it even had a pillow. Slipping off my duffel back after a while of carrying it I felt relieved hearing my bones and muscles stretch and pop. I flopped down my side hitting the comfy cot.

My breathing slowed as my eyes began to feel heavy they flutter for a few seconds before closing that's when I knew I was going to have some fucked dreams tonight from the things I saw.

...

There was nothing but loud screaming everywhere I went. Everybody was running away as they knocked each other over them jumping over seats and them hiding behind stuff.

I was confused at why they were doing this? What was wrong I didn't see anything out of the ordinary?

At the time I wasn't aware they were all running from me. I didn't have any control over my body just only inside my head, I could think.

I mean I could feel my body moving but and something wet was gushing from my nose. I was confused about what was happening? It was just a nosebleed wasn't it? that's normal.

That's when I looked in the window and was horrified at what I saw my reflection was smiling back at me with pitch-black eyes and blood was all over the bottom of my mouth dripping down to my neck.

That's when it began.

I sat up breathing hard, remembering the horrific image of myself. I quickly pick up my duffel bag and unzipped it bringing out my opened water bottle pouring some in my hands I splashed my face with some to cool me down.

I wiped my eyes rubbing them until I couldn't see it anymore until I saw stars. Signing I ran my fingers through my frizzy, red hair, I've had this dream since the night they were killed and it's like the inner monsters inside me want to keep reminding me.

I'm starting to hate it, next time I see it I'm going to tell it to fuck off! Getting up I drank my water and took out some Oreo pocky Munching on them Quietly.

I know all this junk wasn't good for me but it was the only thing I had. As I did I felt my nose dripping wet, making me Drop my pocky stick.

" shit!!" I grabbed the ends of my sleeve trying to soak up the blood that was constantly flowing. " Now! Now! that's what you get when you say you were going to tell me to what's the word... fuck off?"

I almost choked on my food hearing its damn voice. " it's too bad I didn't get to talk to you when you fell." I covered my ears not listening to the inner monster inside me wanting to come out.

I stayed silent not listening. " fine ignore me, but when the time comes you'll need me." I still stayed quiet " It wasn't my fault it was yours why would I need your help!?" I fussed getting down on my knees.

" When the time is right Soo-Nico." This made me scoffed no more like a laugh like a crazy person. If someone saw me from their point of view they would think I am.

Then the voice left like it was never there. My fist clenched as I started to bang on the floor. " I'll never need you!" I whispered as tears beamed my eyes.

I cried quietly for a few minutes leaning my back on the edge of the cot. Then I heard the sound of instrumental music coming from the speakers go off. Seconds later there was a young man's voice.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, " uh, uh," it went Static " Survivors, the first floor is safe now."

" come to the first floor. We'll be safer together." The guy paused then spoke up. " We survivors must stick together. Please come down. Come down here now."

" –I said please come down..." the man's voice went static again followed by a long Frequency that hurt my eardrums. I couldn't think for a moment there were people here? There were survivors.

I wasn't alone, I hurried I get up but stopped a thought coming to mind. What if he was trying to trick someone like me to get me to come and then take my stuff and keep it for himself? He just is saying it's safe and lies.

But for some reason I knew he wasn't lying, it sounded like he was calling for someone to come down that was being stubborn. If they were stuck up there? I only had two choices to go or not.

I decided to go I needed some social interaction if there were people there? but I would be wary and careful of them.

I wasn't going to trust them that was for sure just stick around long enough to see what type of people they are.

Getting up I grabbed my bag slinging over my shoulder carefully opening the door it was still the same as last night the same creepy eerie feeling I didn't notice before but there were cobwebs.

With dead bugs and flies in them ready to be eaten. My face crinkled up, feeling bad for them I knew how they felt now, Well in some way.

I moved down the hallway going to the entrance that's probably where they are at. I stopped every few seconds hearing strange Noise this was the first floor He said it was clear right?

Maybe he was saying one part of it was clear and blocked off. That means there could be monsters Roaming free around this section of the first floor.

I felt fear creep inside my chest and up my throat. Seeing the monsters I saw last night, there could be some-more like that or worse.

My arms got goosebumps, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. It was like I was trying to freak myself out. I just wanted to turn back and hid in that closet and never come out.

It was promising but I knew being a wimp wouldn't solve anything. So I forced myself to go on my feet talking a right at the end of the blinking light that hung down from the Ceiling.

I passed a bathroom door that said out of order, Ignoring it I passed on seeing the walls that had wallpaper were all ripped up with mold spoiling over them.

Toys and clothes were all sprawled out all over the floor I bent down to pick up a shirt but dropped it when I heard screaming and crying.

My eyes turned to where the sound was coming from them landing on a pair of double doors. I ran towards them stepping on my tip-toes to look through the small glass window to see what was happening?

There was a group of people holding back a woman that was most likely in her late forties. With the front entrance open they all looked terrified.

[jamielea81]

Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 6

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing and some fluff

A/N: This fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 4,625

Catch up with Chapter 5

**

Laying in the guestroom of Chris Evans’ rental is one of the few places you’d never pictured yourself being. The décor was very hotel chic which made sense since it was rented out by a private owner with lots of turnaround. Best to keep things neutral rather than themed. The bed was soft and the linens were plush so you could not complain.

It was such a weird feeling to be in his space but not be with him. He was essentially somewhere in the condo and you were here. In a room. Doing your own thing. Or resting, or whatever. He had insisted. Who were you to complain about more sleep? Wasn’t like you could work. Chris confiscated your well used script and laptop once he gave you a brief tour of the place.

“If you’re in such a hurry to get back to work, you have to get better. No sense in tiring yourself out and being sick longer. That’s just more missed days.”

Damn him and his common sense.

You put your phone on the dresser that was located across the room from you before snuggling back on the bed. Out of sight out of mind.

Apparently, you did manage to sleep as your eyes slowly opened to a dark room. It felt colder although you aren’t sure if the temperature in the condo has dropped due to the setting sun or this mystery virus sending a chill to your bones. Either way you’re cold and you realized your error of not packing a sweatshirt. The sweater you had on was warm, but it was thin and not as cozy as you would have liked.

Getting out of bed, you ran your hands through your hair to tame it as best as you could. You shrugged on your coat that you left on the bench in front of the bed and made your way out of the room.

The TV was on ESPN or the like in the distance as you heard a list of scores for some sport or another. If you were being honest, your brain wasn’t all the way there, so you really didn’t care.

“Oh, hey,” Chris said, sitting up from is half laid down position on the couch. His eyebrows and forehead scrunched low in confusion. “You going somewhere?”

“I’m just kind of cold. Should have packed a sweatshirt or two,” you said, taking a seat at the end of the couch, your hands going into your pockets.

Chris gets up from his spot on the couch, walking to the hallway to check the temperature. “It’s seventy-two in here. Want me to bump it up?” he calls out.

“Seventy-two? Would have guessed it’s sixty.” You shake your head even though he can’t actually see you. “No. No, it’s fine.”

He comes back in the room stopping in front of you. Chris’ hand reaches down, hesitant at first, until his palm touches your cheek. Damnit if your breath doesn’t catch in your throat. He removes it quickly, touching your forehead with the back side of the same hand.

“You’re a…,” he licked his lips, taking a deep breath in. “You’re a little warm,” he said withdrawing his hand. “You need a sweatshirt! I’ll grab you one,” he shouted, practically running away.

Chris Evans was going to be the death of you. The two of you are friends but you can’t help but let your mind wander to that space that says maybe there’s something more. But this is your whole life. This is your career. You’re finally making enough money that you can actually put some away. You no longer have to sling beers to make ends meet. It’s a real adult job and now that you’re in your early thirties, it feels like what you need to do. So, what you need to do is stay focused. Besides, this whole feeling could be the fever talking.

Chris is suddenly in front of you again, apparently you had zoned out and didn’t hear him come back in the room.

“Red or blue?” he asked, holding a sweatshirt of each color in his hands.

“Can I see something in green. Perhaps a hooded number.”

“I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor,” he chuckled, throwing the blue one at you.

Tugging off your coat, you slip the sweatshirt over your head while you assume Chris is returning the red one to his room. It’s warm and cozy and smells a little like him. Not that you’ve smelt him. You’ve just picked up on his cologne when he’s near you. Yeah, not weird at all.

Tucking your hands inside the sleeves to keep warm, you lift your feet onto the couch in a half laying half sitting position. Chris stops in front of you and gives you a small smile.

“What?” you asked.

“Looks nice on you,” he replied innocently enough.

Think about your fake fiancé, Y/N.

“Well then, I may just keep it,” you shrugged.

He plopped himself down one cushion away from you on the couch, his body bouncing a bit when he landed. “Well, duh. You got your germs all over it.”

**

Clanging noises from the kitchen woke you. Apparently, you had fallen asleep again, you just weren’t sure how long you were asleep. You eased your body off the couch and padded your way into the kitchen.

“Hello sleepy head,” Chris greeted you before turning back to the stove. “I made you some soup. Had to call my ma to get the recipe.”

How is this guy single?

“You called your mother for a soup recipe?” you asked, reaching into the refrigerator for a bottle of water.

“Course! You’re sick. Soup always makes me feel bettah.”

“What did you tell your ma?” you asked in the best accent you could muster.

“I told my ma that my friend was sick and I wanted to make her soup,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do you tell your mother everything?”

“I do. So, watch yourself Y/L/N,” he replied with eyebrows raised, giving the pot another stir. “Go relax. I’ll bring you a bowl in a few minutes.”  

“Thanks,” you mumbled, walking back into the living room and taking a seat on the couch.

**

Dinner actually ended up being quite good. Chris knew what he was doing in the kitchen, much to your surprise. You ended up eating two bowls of soup. Skipping lunch and sleeping all day apparently amped up your appetite. The warm broth helped warm your body, even if it was only temporary.

You tried your best to stay awake to visit with Chris. He was telling you stories about his family and from what you could remember, they sounded like a close-knit group. But this darn virus was keeping your energy level at zero. When you had dozed off on him twice, Chris ordered you to bed and you willingly went without complaint. You kept the sweatshirt on. Strictly for the warmth of course.

**

Knocking on the bedroom door woke you the next morning.

“Come in,” your groggy voice called. You were honestly too tired to get out of bed despite all the sleep you managed to get yesterday and overnight.

Chris walked in, sticking close to the door. “How are you feelin’?”

“I’ll live.”

He chuckled at your response.

“What?” you asked, voice coming out a little whiny.

“Just sound so cute,” he shrugged his shoulders. Your mouth dropped open. In shock? In protest? You weren’t sure. “You’re so stuffed up.”

He wasn’t wrong, but still. Cute? Pfft.

“Well, yeah. I’m sick.”

Damn. I really am stuffed up.

“Which is why I called you out for the day,” he said, walking over to the window and opening the blinds.

“Chris…”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t miss again. They’re going to fire me.” You were full on whining now.

“They’re not gonna fire you,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “They don’t want sick people there especially since you interact with a lot of key people. I already called Monica and she’s fine. Just rest today. I’m sure you’ll feel better tomorrow if you do.”

“Fine,” you conceded. “But I want my script back. At least let me take pictures of my notes to send to Monica. You need all the help you can get,” you sassed.

“Smaht-ass. I do just fine on my own.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sighed. “Will you please get me my script? I promise to stay in bed while you’re gone.”

“Tuck that bottom lip away missy. I’ll get your damn script. You want breakfast too?”

You gave him a small smile. “I could eat.”

**

Chris came home in a grumpy mood and you had no idea how to cheer him up. If he was one of your friends back home, you’d be out for drinks, but you were sick. Not to mention, with the amount of cold medicine you were taking, mixing alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea.

After the initial door slam, you came out of your temporary room to see Chris sprawled out on the couch, leaving zero room for you. It was his house, what were you going to say? You took a seat on an upholstered chair across from him, crisscrossing your legs.

When he didn’t say anything after a few minutes, you started. “Bad day of filming?”

He let out a loud breath and ran his open palm down his face. “You could say that.”

“What happened?” you couldn’t help but ask. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Can we just watch some TV for a bit?”

“Of course,” you replied. You got up from the chair, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and dropping it on the ground. You eased yourself on it, grinding your butt into it to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Chris sighed out.

“We’re watching TV. I’m just getting comfy.”

“Get up here!” he said, sitting up straighter with one bent leg still on the cushion.

You pulled yourself up and settled into the couch, your legs curling up sideways. Your foot touched his and he pulled back.

“Sorry!” you squeaked.

Chris muted the TV and faced you. “No, I’m sorry. Keanu said something to me today and it’s botherin’ me.”

“What did he say?” you asked softly.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Chris licked his lips. “He thinks we’re too close. Said I’m too close to you and it’s not right.”

“What does that even mean?” you asked.

You honestly were dumb founded. What a weird thing to say to someone. What did too close mean anyway? You and Chris were friends and co-workers. You were the script supervisor so you worked closely with him daily.

Chris groaned. “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “It’s cause you’re engaged.”

“That’s ridiculous.” The fingers of your right hand automatically finding the engagement ring. “I’m allowed to have friends. You’re allowed to be friends with non-single women.”

“Damn right I am,” he said more confidently.

“We’re adults. We’d know if we were crossing lines. Clearly we aren’t.” Chris nodded in agreement. “What brought that on?”

“Monica asked where you were staying. I told her my place and since Keanu was right there, he heard and brought it up to me as we were wrapping for the day.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed out. “If I thought this would have caused problems, I would have made Monica deal with my sick ass.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not worried about his opinion. It just bothers me that he thinks he has a right to interject.”

“Still…I don’t want to cause problems. Maybe I should just head back to the hotel.” You stood up and started to walk to your room. Chris jumped to his feet and was quickly right behind you.

“No. No. No. We aren’t doing that. There’s nothing wrong with you staying here,” he said to the back of your head.

You picked up your bag and put it on the bed. “Chris, it’s probably for the best. I was going back to my room tomorrow anyway.”

You grabbed the change of clothes you stored in the dresser bringing them over to the bed. Chris placed his hand over yours, stopping you from folding up the shirt.

“Just stay. Going is only going to prove his point.”

He was right. Leaving is pretty much admitting you staying there is wrong.

You grabbed on to his hand that was pressing down on yours and turned to face him. “Okay.”

He gave you a gentle smile. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

You nodded your head and followed him back out into the living room.

**

Back on set the next few days, Monica avoided you as much as she could. She’d text you from ten feet away to ask a question, despite sharing a room with her at night. It was insane, but if it made her feel better, you’d put up with it. You were feeling 80% better. It was just that stuffy nose that didn’t want to leave your body.

Being around Keanu felt odd all of a sudden. You tried to act as you normally would, sharing a small joke or an anecdote about something you read, but it was hard to feel at ease. Now that you knew he was watching you, you didn’t know how to act around Chris. So, you did what you probably shouldn’t do. You avoided him. Of course, you couldn’t avoid him completely since you were working with him, but when he would find you on set, you brushed him off.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, catching you while on break.

“Better,” you answered simply enough.

“Good,” he nodded. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Yep.”

This wasn’t going to work. The last thing you needed was the studio catching wind that something funny was going on. But Chris was your friend. Becoming one of your good friends over the last month. There needed to be a middle ground.

A week later you were feeling pretty damn guilty for keeping any conversations with Chris on the professional side. If he found you to chat, you made sure someone else was with you. Often pulling Monica or David into the conversation whether they liked it or not.

Y/N: Can we talk?

Chris: Now you want to talk? Should we text Monica to see if she wants to join us?

Yeah, you deserved that.

Y/N: I’ll bring cookies.

Chris: Where? And only because you’re bringing cookies. None of that sugar cookie crap either.

You decided on the coffee shop you been frequenting since coming to town, making a quick stop at a bakery along the way to pick up a couple of chocolate chip cookies for Chris. You picked out a two-seater table away from a group of college students that seemed to be studying.

Winter made it easier for Chris to blend in, but it was never hard for you to spot him. Not with that smile that always seemed to be on display when he saw you. Dark gray wool coat with the collar popped up, red scarf wrapped around his neck twice, and black shades on his face, he thought he was in disguise. You waved him over as soon as he walked through the door. He quirked his mouth at you, knowing he was easily spied. He held up his finger indicating he was going to grab a drink. You placed the package of cookies in front of the open seat so that they were the first thing he would see.

Chris walked over a few minutes later, removing the coat but keeping the scarf in place.

“Your cookies, sir.”

“I accept your bribery. For now.”

“Thank you. It’s my, “I’m sorry I’ve been an ass” apology,” you replied.

Chris gave you a frown, bringing his to go cup to his lips and taking a hesitant sip.

“I wouldn’t say ass, but…” You took a sip of your own beverage, waiting for him to continue. “Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong because if I’m being honest, I miss my friend.”

Now you really did feel like an ass. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like he did anything wrong.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just…Keanu’s comment really got to me. This is my first film with Stone Lite and if this goes well, my contract gets extended. If Keanu thinks we’re being unprofessional, who knows who else thinks that,” you replied, running your hand through your hair.

Chris nodded his head, a sullen look on his face. “I honestly don’t think they’re going to drop your contract because you and I are close friends.”

You debated about telling him your secret. He probably didn’t know about the studio’s unofficial hiring practices. But would he keep it to himself or would you find yourself without a job? You weren’t sure if this lie was something that was easily forgivable. It was starting to feel like not just a simple lie anymore. You shook your head out of your thoughts and attempted a smile.

“You probably right. I’m just being paranoid,” you said, deciding to keep your secret to yourself. “But maybe we keep our hangouts a little more private?”

Chris chuckled. “That sounds worse!”

You gasped but then chuckled, nodding your head in agreement. “Okay. Okay,” you said between laughs. “Not private, but maybe we dial down our friendship when we’re working. I mean obviously Keanu has a problem with it.”

“I don’t think we are doing anything wrong, but for your sake, I’ll keep our hangouts to myself. Does that work?” he asked, picking up his cup and taking a sip.

You gave him a genuine smile and nodded your head. “Thanks, Chris.

**

Chris and you did dial back a bit on the joking and hanging out on set. Most of your interactions were with other people around. It seemed to do the trick as Keanu and Chris seemed to ease back into their friendly banter and not another word was spoken over the next two weeks.

The small touches that the two of you generally exchanged were now absent and a part of you was missing it. Chris would laugh at something you would say and rest his hand on your forearm or shoulder. Now he’d shove his hand in his pocket or behind his back. When you’d discuss the script with him between takes, his hand rested on the small of your back. Now he’d cross his arms over his chest and leaned in. It was different, but respectful.

Chris no longer came to your cubical unless it were to discuss a scene that would be shot the next day. You missed your impromptu lunches spent at your desk. When the two of you did hangout, it was spent at coffee shops further away from the studio and your hotel. Uber and Lyft became your go to mode of transportation. Since Keanu and Chris lived in the same building for this film, you didn’t go back to Chris’ place much to your disappointment. Sometimes just watching a movie on a comfy couch was a lot better than doing so on your cheap hotel bed alone.

**

Filming was breaking for three nights and most of the crew were going home for the weekend. You were a tad bit excited to have the room all to yourself. You planned to do some sight seeing with your free time. Gastown, Chinatown, and Capilano Suspension Bridge Park despite it being winter were on your list.

Filming wrapped early in the afternoon and those not leaving until the next morning decided going out for dinner was something that should be done as a large group. You reluctantly let Monica drag you with her and two others in a Lyft headed across town to a restaurant that also served as a video game arcade. Your mind instantly went to an arcade with kids running around the space with sticky fingers, but you were pleasantly surprised to see it was an adult’s only atmosphere. Rather than ticket dispensing nonsense games, there were classic arcade machines such as Pac-Man, Ms. Pac-Man, Mortal Combat, and Super Mario Bros.

You weren’t drinking and no amount of peer pressure was going to make you budge. David bought you a drink and you quickly offered it to Lydia, one of the stylists. You grabbed a non-alcoholic drink called raspberry fizz from the bar. It looked like a fancy drink without the regret. The last thing you needed to do was drunkenly talk about your sex life again.

Chris mentioned he was coming tonight as his flight wasn’t until seven the next morning, but you hadn’t spotted him yet. Keanu was staying in town over the short break; his girlfriend Alexandra had already arrived in town for a visit. He had mentioned they wouldn’t be joining the group for dinner, but they would be by for a drink later.

Everyone sat down to order, deciding that game playing could wait until after dinner. Twenty minutes in to appetizers and conversation, Chris walked in with Maggie. They sat together at the far end of the table from you, where the only available seats were located. They looked cozy sitting close together, sharing whispers, and laughs. A small pang of jealous hit your heart. It was unexpected and for a moment you regretted not having an actual drink. He hadn’t mentioned anything between the two of them to you, but you knew of her crush on him. Besides, the two of you never really discussed your love lives besides the initial questions about Travis when you and Chris first started to get to know each other. Chris saw you starring in his direction and gave you a wave. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head before turning away. Next to you, Lydia’s in a conversation with Tim, one of the other actors, and you do your best to join in.

Your co-workers are drunk and with Chris wrapped up conversation with others, not to mention Maggie by his side most of the night, you’re ready to go back to the hotel. You bring up the Uber app on your phone and request a car. You look for David and find him in an intense game of air hockey. After he scores a point, you pull him into a side hug to say goodnight.

“You taking off already? I owe you another drink.”

“Give it to Monica. I’m good for the night. Say hi to the wife for me,” you replied as you backed away.

“Will do! See you next week,” David called a little too loudly. You were sure it was because the large number of beers he had already consumed.  

You found your coat still hanging from the back of your chair at the table. You slipped it on and waved goodbye to Monica who only lifted her glass to you. You’re half way through the door when someone grasped your mitten covered wrist. Turning around, you were met with the blue eyes of Chris.

“Where are you goin’? Don’t talk to me all night and now you’re sneaking off?”

You allow him to pull you back into the warmth of the restaurant, checking your phone for the car with your free hand. Surprisingly Maggie isn’t next to him. You’re pretty sure it’s the first time she hasn’t been all night.

“I’m not sneakin’ off. You were busy,” you shrug a shoulder.

Chris stops pulling you once you reach your groups table, sitting down and starring up at you as you stand.

“Take a seat. Please.” You sigh but do as he asked. “I wasn’t busy. Always have time for you. Besides, I wanted to say goodbye since I won’t see you for a few days.”

“You looked pretty busy with Maggie tonight. Didn’t realize you guys were so close.” You couldn’t help yourself. You sounded pretty damn jealous and you would be over analyzing your words all night.

Chris scrunches up his whole face and blinks slowly once and then again. “With Maggie? She’s just a friend. Barely a friend. She needed a ride.”

“Well, Maggie thinks you’re hot. So…” You weren’t even drinking tonight so you had no excuse for your loose lips.

“That’s nice. But she’s a kid,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Not interested.”

“Okay then!” you replied a little too loudly. You take a peek at your phone and see that your car is here. You stand up quickly and hug him while he’s still seated. “My car is here. Gotta go!” Before he can even hug you back, your feet are moving. “Have a good few days back home!”

Chris texted as soon as you got into the car.

Chris: Well, goodbye to you too.

Chris: 😢😡

Y/N: I’m sorry! My Uber was here.

Chris: Trust me, there’s nothing going on with Maggie.

Y/N: It’s not my business. I’m sorry I brought it up.

Y/N: Safe travels!

Chris: Quit being a weirdo

Y/N: It’s all I know

Chris: That’s true. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Chris: Text me when you get back to your room.

Y/N: I will

**

The three days you had off were over far too quickly, although you did manage to hit the three tourist spots on your list. You also found a great Chinese restaurant that you wanted to eat at again a couple of more times before you wrapped in three weeks.

This week you were on night shoots again. The studio had rented out a book store and restaurant in a smaller town outside of Vancouver. Even though these were mainly interior scenes, both businesses needed to be closed in order to film.

Chris had wanted to grab coffee earlier in the day, but you and Monica had to be at the studio to meet with Hugh and his assistant to go over the two scenes filming tonight. Chris had been pretty quiet during his time off; you were pretty sure he was feeling guilty for his lack contact.

Monica and you had arrived early at the location to get situated and to match up the script with the interior of the restaurant. You were helping with wrangling the ten or so extras when Chris arrived already dressed for his scene.

“Welcome back to Canada,” you said walking up to him, Chris giving you a big grin. “Did you have a nice trip back home?”

“Always a good time when I’m home sweetheart. How about you?”

“Yep. Checked out Gastown and a couple of other places. It was nice to explore.”

“How’d Travis like it? First time here for him, right?” Chris asked.

You gave him a questioning look. “Travis wasn’t here.”

His eyebrows raised high on his head. “He wasn’t here? I thought that’s why you weren’t going home because he was comin’ here.”

“No, ah, he was working,” you quickly said.

Fuck! Why hadn’t I thought of that. Oh yeah, because you don’t actually have a freaking fiancé!

“He never visited you on set in LA, hasn’t visited here, you didn’t go home. Don’t you miss him?”

“Of course, I do, Chris,” you sighed. “It’s just hard when we’re both working. But, uh, he’s coming to visit for a couple of days next week.”

Why did I say that?!

Chris slapped a hand down on your shoulder. “That’s great! Look forward to meeting him.”

You gave him a smile and pointed back to the group of extras with your thumb before turning away from him. Grabbing your phone out of your back pocket, you quickly typed out a text to Travis as you walked away.

Y/N: I need a favor.

Chapter 7

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He // Chapter 6

Prompt  II Chapter 1 II Chapter 2  II  Chapter 3 II Chapter 4 II Chapter 5

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC (Beth)

Warnings: Angst, smoking, and swearing.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Sorry it has been ages since i’ve written or updated this series, however the inspiration to write randomly hit me and i’m hoping it stays with me. Lastly, three asterisks (***) indicate a flashback which you will see at the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoy xx

Tag: @hazeleyedbeth @sassystrawberryk @amcquivey @cleopatra-knowles @lovelymalekk @mezzomercury @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash @xmxisxforxmaybe  @soothysayer​ @moon-stars-soul​ @ramimedley​

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I was massively disappointed to find that mine and Rami’s walk back to his place was, once again, full of silence. The thought that maybe, just maybe, since he had made the initiative to say a couple words to me earlier, when I was lost in my own daydreams, that he could possibly drop a few more words. Maybe a ‘how are you’ or hell, even a simple ‘hi’ would do me much better than the awkward climate we were immersing ourselves in. Though, I suppose I wasn’t doing much better seeing as I never made any attempts at speaking to him either—I also wasn’t dealing with the death of a very, very close family member like he was either.

But there I go again. Giving him a pass, making excuses for him over and over again; I’d gone through way too many years of therapy, both personal and professional, to continue this toxic behavior and acceptance I held high above his head, especially after all the wrong that he still hadn’t explained to me. He was imperfect and I needed to quit thinking that I had some input into the wrong he did to me. Though we seemed perfect and he seemed perfect, clearly this was not the case and I needn’t set Rami atop this make believe throne in my mind. He was a human being full of flaws and sadly it had to take a life changing event and me losing what we had to realize such a thing.

The rest of the evening was nothing eventful. More cumbersome quiet between me and Rami, more banter between me and Sami just to fill the tension in the air up with something other than the sound of all of us chewing our mediocre food. Of course I wasn’t expecting much from either of them. They were both exhausted, mentally more than physically. They deserved a moment to breathe and I wasn’t one to attempt to get some words out of either of them right now. I knew they needed quiet.

Early into the evening, Sami expressed his desire to sleep as he stood from his previously seated position on the couch and extended his arms overhead, exposing the slightest bit of tan skin that peaked from above the top of his jeans. I looked, of course I looked and though I didn’t realize it at that moment, but Rami noticed how my eyes flickered to the newly shown skin on his brothers lower stomach even though it was anything but lustful on my end. His eyebrows formed into a straight, crunched up line as he watched me with closed, pursed lips.

“Night.” Rami’s voice boomed like an echo through the living room as I drew my eyes over to him. He looked mad and upset all at the same time, not that that was much of a change. I hadn’t seen his expression look anywhere close to happy ever since I arrived here so I didn’t think much of it.

“Night Beth,“ Sami shook his head with a much perkier voice that was contrasting to his brothers tone while he gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze as he passed by.

“Night Sami and Rami,” I greeted, apparently much too friendly for Rami’s liking as he turned around and gave me a not so friendly look before opening and closing the wooden door to his bedroom just a tad more louder than normal.

“You two are something else’, Sami bellowed from the end of the hallway before also descending behind his bedroom door.

I hadn’t realized that I too was tired as I let out a yawn that seemed to pulse through my whole body—my muscles instantly screaming out to me how sore they were as I stretched my arms high above my head while my yawn rode through my body. Seeing as there was a two hour time difference between home and here, I’m surprised I didn’t crash before the two brothers, but it seemed like my time to sleep could be near.

I traveled down the same hallway, this time turning a small corner to the guest bedroom door that I found to be inviting enough–it was minimalistic, yet still full of modern touches here and there and I couldn’t complain about being given a free bed to sleep in for however long I was here for. I slipped myself into some much more comfier clothing and tucked myself into bed, expecting myself to fall asleep relatively quickly due to my body clock being two hours off from its regular schedule and given the extensive travel i had done today, but that wasn’t the case. It had been an hour since I situated myself under the comfy goose feather comforter and yet sleep did not seem to want to be found. I tossed and turned, scrolled through my phone, and tossed and turned some more, yet my brain couldn’t find it in itself to shut off enough for me to slip into a barely conscious state.

My hand already knew what to do on nights such as these as my fingers grasped my pack of cigarettes that I’d left next to my nightstand, as if deep down I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight and that I’d be in dire need of nicotine as I usually was on evenings where I couldn’t sleep—on the nights where I just needed the warmth and comfort of another, but a very specific another. With slow and agile feet, I tiptoed my way down the hall, cringing everytime a creak emanated through the apartment. Fortunately, I seemed to make it to the kitchen without waking up the two sleeping boys, even after I reached for a drinking glass from the top cabinet and ‘dinged’ the crystal clear object against another glass cup. Once my glass had been filled to the brim with some tap water, I ensured that my cigarettes and lighter were stuffed inside the middle pocket on my hoodie and slid open the back patio door.

That first inhale was heavenly. It was as though I was able to breathe in–breathe out the anxiety and sadness all in a matter of seconds and grant myself a small amount of escape and relief from where I was in the world. By the time I was half way through my cigarette, my body had stopped the buzzing of anxious feelings that it was experiencing for the better part of my day which got me thinking just how much this entire trip was really getting to me and doing so very quickly.

It seemed to be doing me much worse seeing him and interacting with him in our current state. Primarily, I blame this on the sick little story line I played out in my head of us seeing each other once again, after all these years, and running into one another’s arms and some other fairy tale bullshit. He’d envelope his arms around me and whisper sweet little words in my ear about how much he missed me and wanted to spend his life with me, and I would reciprocate my adoration for him and simply just not let go of him ever again. But, that wasn’t real and I needed to be realistic. I needed to let my mind come to terms that this is where we stood right now and likely how we would be. We were barely able to speak to each other and when we did it was awkward or fueled with words that hurt and the scary part is, I’m not so sure that it would ever change.

I almost wished I could go back to being in my own little day dream of us rekindling. Because living with our last interaction or rather my last interaction with his assistant where I spat several awful and valid words at them over the phone, seemed a little bit nicer than our present reality.

***

“I–I just, I don’t understand. What do you mean.”

“Mr. Malek wanted me to tell you that he can no longer continue a romantic relationship with you.” His assistant repeated for the second time, though I was still deep in shock to process what was going on and why it was happening.

“Yeah I know,” I spat, “I heard you the first time. I just don’t understand why–why–what is going on? Where is Rami?”

“He’s… uhm,” His assistant hesitated for a moment as she pulled the phone away from her mouth and looked expectantly to Rami who was busy getting his wardrobe together for his day of shooting. Rami didn’t look in her direction, though he knew his assistant was silently calling out to him for help.

“Mr. Malek is busy at-”

“Too busy that he can’t fucking break up with me himself? Too busy that he has to get his fucking assistant to do it for him because he’s too much of a pussy to say it to my face? Yeah i’m sure he’s too busy to do any of those things.”

The phone went quiet on my end, but I’m sure his assistant could hear my heavy breathing and sobs that began ripping out from my throat as my mind attempted to wrap itself around what had just happened.

I didn’t understand. We had just talked last night and everything was fine. He was tired, but happy sounding and nothing seemed off–last night we were fine and now we were nothing and the worst part is he couldn’t even tell me what was wrong. What happened? Did he cheat on me and simply not want to face the facts? Was he too busy with his career to make time for me and just found this better for the both of us? I weighed and weighed and weighed the options in my head and this just wasn’t him. Rami wasn’t like this. We had great communication and honesty all throughout our relationship–why was he choosing now to be so distant especially with it being the end of us and everything we had built about throughout our seven years of knowing one another.

I figured the rest of the phone call was pointless–his assistant didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of the rush of feelings I was having so I simply hung up and, in a moment of scattered sad and mad emotions, threw my phone across the room. It aggressively slammed into the wall and I didn’t care if the screen cracked or if my phone case had a dent in it because absolutely nothing mattered right now besides Rami and why he was doing this to me. I was utterly and completely confused beyond belief.

-

Rami’s POV (flashback cont.):

“I think she hung up on me. She doesn’t seem to be responding any-”

“Just hang up.” Though my tone of voice seemed normal to my assistant, she couldn’t see my face and the pained expression that ran across it and she especially didn’t see the tears softly leaking from my eyes and created small pathways down my cheek. Thankfully, my back was to her as I faced a nearby wall and buttoned up my shirt which kept my hands busy as they shook with emotions that had been taking over my thoughts and actions ever since that phone call with my brother earlier this morning.

“Do you need anything else from me?”

I’d almost forgotten that my assistant was still in the room, probably writing her two weeks notice in her head to prepare to hand to me in a matter of days, hell, maybe not even that long. What I made her do wasn’t exactly in her job description.

“No–thank you for doing that.”

And with that, she exited the room giving me exactly what I wanted; no questioning, no attempts to comfort me–she left me alone and that’s exactly what I was determined to be from now on, alone. Alone was the best because when you’re alone no one can hurt you; no one can keep secrets from you that would break your heart should you ever find out about them.

***

[certifiedskywalker]

Dating Vanya Hargreeves Would Include....

As a fan of Ellen Page, this is totally, 100%, me indulging myself an absolute joy to present to you all. I hope I did our Vanya justice!

Vanya was not without inspiration or fuel when it came to writing.

A plethora of sibling quips, fatherly scoldings, and years of familial trauma did come with their own twisted perks in that respect.

However, Vanya finds herself attending writing classes and really anything that plays a role in the literary world.

She goes to political rallies and marches (Women’s marches specifically, this girl know where she stands) to hear passion fueled speeches

She ventures out to an innumerable amount of bookstores to listen to readings and to peruse the shelves.

One fateful evening, Vanya finds herself in a cafe that’s hosting a poetry slam.

She orders herself a tea and quickly finds a comfy looking, secluded seat a good distance from the stage.

Soon, Vanya is immersed in raw emotion and humorous anecdotes disguised in extended metaphors and varying rhyme schemes.

Most of the poets have gone up already and the setting sun has given way into night.

Despite the creeping tendrils of sleep that pull at Vanya’s eyelids, she lingers.

That’s when you take the stage.

It’s clear that either it’s your first time reading your poetry

Whether you only ascend to stand under the lights on a dare or sudden burst of courage.

Your hands curl into fists as you introduce yourself and Vanya can hear the nerves in your voice.

She pities you at first, for she knows the universal friend that was Anxiety. She was intimate with that prickling sense of fear that accompanied it.

But the moment you begin to recite your work, read the words you poured your heart into, everything melts away.

Vanya becomes totally and wholly entranced by you.

When you’ve finished and descend the steps of the stage, Vanya shoots up from her seat.

Even with her tiny frame, she manages to push her way through the crowd to where you stand, grabbing your things.

Suddenly she is rendered speechless.

Vanya has never done this before, gone up to someone with prospects of something more in mind.

She’s just about to turn around and flee

When you turn around you are met with the prettiest girl you ever had the blessing to lay your eyes upon.

“Um, hi,” she says, waving at you with sweater-pawed hands. “You were really good up there. Your poem was lovely.”

You blush and smile at her. “Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Yeah, I know. You said that on stage.”

You laugh nervously, smiling at the oddly warm yet awkward situation you had found yourself in.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Vanya.”

She extends her hand to you and you shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Vanya. Do you write?”

Her brown eyes are glued on you and you wonder if you’ve ever dedicated a poem to someone’s eyes alone.

You might just have to.

“I do,” she replies, “but uh, not poetry.”

You nod and Vanya feels herself slipping.

Whatever bravery your poetry had stirred up inside her was fading.

She needed to hold on to it for just a little bit longer.

“I actually am working on a book,” Vanya spills and you smile at her.

“Wow, that’s awesome. I would love to hear more about it,” you press.

You’re setting her up to ask you out, shamelessly.

Vanya smiles when she realizes this.

You smile too.

“Would you like to go out sometime? We can exchange sad literature then.”

You laugh and agree before giving Vanya your number.

She gives you hers and asks if you know a place you two can met.

“Actually, this cafe has a really good breakfast-brunch menu if you’re into that sort of stuff.”

“That sounds perfect,” Vanya breaths, still amazed that you agreed to go on a date.

You both settle on a time and Vanya bids you a goodbye.

She watches you slip out into the night as quickly as you left the stage.

The next day, when Vanya stumbles out of her bed and stares into her closet blankly.

She’s spent so much time in there (She’s AT LEAST bi/pansexual, you can pry this from my cold dead hands) but she suddenly is without any idea for what to wear on this first date with you.

Soon she settles on a sweater, jeans, and a rather sloppy ponytail.

She tries to fix her hair a few times, studying her appearance in her mirror until she’s content with it.

Vanya is never one to fuss with the way she looks, settling for her own comfort rather than appealing to others.

But something about you makes her want to try a little harder, put more effort in.

She likes the new feeling.

When she arrives back at the cafe, Vanya picks a spot closer to the door.

Everytime the little bells rings, notifying workers and patrons alike to a new arrival, Vanya’s eyes jerk up to see if it’s you walking inside.

After the first few people, Vanya resigns to nervously picking at her nails.

The calming atmosphere and dark blue walls of the establishment does nothing to soothe her, not even the rich aroma of fresh coffee leaves her slightly shaking.

She has never been on a date like this before.

Vanya is suddenly not even certain if she’s ever been on a real date before.

However she had been nervous like this before, so Vanya quickly implemented the calming techniques used in her therapy sessions.

But then she started to think about therapy….

...and about her mental state….

…..her family, her crazy, superpowered family…..

….she would have so much to tell you….

The prospect of telling you, even if it was later in the future, made Vanya want to cry.

Then the bell above the door rings

And she looks up to see you, already smiling at her.

The fear melts away the instant your eyes met and Vanya, for the first time in her life, feels extraordinary.

All because of your smile.

The two of you order some morning drinks and Vanya picks out a bagel for herself.

“I hear the blueberry one is delicious,” you whisper in her ear as she studies the patisserie.

“You’ve heard or you know first hand?” Vanya asks, her voice light and teasing with her newfound confidence.

“I can easily say I’ve tried each bagel here once,” you admit, heat rising to your cheeks.

Vanya only smiles at you and place her order for a blueberry bagel.

When you sit down she asks how you managed to work your way through the extensive bagel selection.

“I come here a lot. Whether it’s to write or to just get away.”

“I can relate to the getting away bit,” Vanya reveals, “my family rarely gave allowance for any free time.”

Vanya bites her tongue, unable to fathom why she had already hinted at her family’s less than average lifestyle.

With burning cheeks, Vanya lifts her gaze to yours and feels at ease once more.

There was something about you that assuage any fear.

Vanya wondered if it was because you had been so raw and vulnerable with the poem you shared the night prior.

Maybe you could understand her and her own vulnerability. At least, that’s what Vanya hoped in silence.

“Strict parents?”

It’s an innocent question, pulling her from her winding thoughts, but Vanya frowns anyway.

“You could say that, yeah.”

It’s clear to you that you nearly overstepped and quickly you redirect the conversation to writing.

“So you’re working on a book?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s an autobiography.”

“Really?” You ask, somewhat shocked.

“Turns out all that lack of free time gives you a lot of interactions to write about.”

“I guess there is a silver lining,” you sigh, but reach over the table to give her hand a slight squeeze. “I hope your book will help you make peace with your family.”

Vanya nodded, but her smile was bittersweet.

Although, Vanya couldn’t deny how your words felt like a step in the right direction.

“Peace for the Hargreeves is like equal rights for women,” she scoffs, “almost there but forever out of reach.”

You almost laugh, but the name of the family catches your attention.

Then you realize Vanya never gave you her last name.

“The Hargreeves? Like the super kids?”

Vanya’s face falls in that moment as she nods.

“Yeah, I’m the seventh kid. The ordinary one no one talks to or about.”

You squeeze her hand again and Vanya lifts her brown eyes to meet your intense gaze.

“Well I’m talking to you and I want to know all about you.”

You can read the disbelief on her face and your heart aches when you notice her glassy eyes.

Vanya is a sensitive soul, by no fault of her own, and never before had someone told her something so sweet.

So she tells you about herself as your kindness coaxed her honesty.

She tells you about how, most of the time, she fears she won’t amount to much.

You tell her that there are times you feel that way too.

The two of you end up talking for hours.

Morning turns to midday and Vanya checks her watch.

“Oh, I gotta go. I have to meet with my publisher.”

“Okay,” you say, wriggling out of your seat. “Talking deadlines?”

“Yeah,” Vanya grumbles, “because writing isn’t stressful enough, ya know?”

“Oh, I know,” you banter, “but maybe another date can help alleviate that stress?”

Vanya turns to meet your gaze as you walk out of the cafe behind her.

There’s a bright smile on her pink lips and crinkles at the sides of her eyes.

“Yeah, I think it would.”

You set up another date, but for a fancier restaurant in the city.

“From what I’ve heard,” Vanya says, mimicking the way you recommended the blueberry bagel, “it’s amazing.”

You grin because Vanya is really coming out of her shell.

“I’ll just have to take your word for it,”  you bite back.

Vanya beams and, unable to hold back, you grab her hand again, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Good luck in your meeting,” you say before pulling her into a hug.

It’s awkward at first, because Vanya isn’t used to such blatant affection.

But soon enough, she melts into your warmth and wraps her arms around your waist.

When you part, you hold her gaze and see a strong sparkle within her eyes.

It is then you realize, and Vanya too, that this was going to go somewhere.

Sadly, when you met up with Vanya outside the restaurant for your next date, it was dark inside.

“What happened?”

“Apparently it wasn’t as amazing as I thought it was,” Vanya sighed.

She was frowning and you could feel the disappointment emanating off of her body.

Her shoulders slouched, making her already diminutive form even smaller.

On an impulse you grab her hand and trace your thumb over her skin in a touching manner.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can find another place.” Vanya nearly melts. All she needs is you, your voice, telling her that it will be okay.

“Yeah, you’re righ-”

A roll of rumbling thunder sounded, cutting Vanya off.

“Great,” she mumbles as the first few droplets of rain began to splatter against the pavement.

You quickly scan the street, looking at any signs for an open diner.

Vanya’s hand doesn’t leave yours as you lead her down the street to further your search.

“What about there?” You ask, pointing to a crumby looking place with an ‘open’ sign blinking.

“Better than the rain,” Vanya said and led you across the street.

The two of you smoosh together under the cramped fabric awning above the diner’s entrance and access the damage done by the rain.

“My hair is a mess,” you fuss, using your hands to gauge just how ‘a mess’ it was.

Vanya only smiles and helps your fix it.

Her hands tremble at the sensation of your soft hair as she rearranges the strands.

It wasn’t the traditionally sense of intimacy, but it was enough to make Vanya weak.

“Thank you,” you said when Vanya pulled her hand back. You met her brown eyes and saw the slight trepidation in them. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Vanya says softly, “this is all just so new.”

Instead of speaking, taking the risk of saying something to set her on edge, you intertwine your fingers with hers and lead her inside the diner.

The lighting is yellow, making the already grey skies outside look all the more sickly through the somewhat grimy windows of the restaurant.

It wasn’t ideal, but for Vanya, anywhere with you was better than alone somewhere else.

“So, Vanya Hargreeves,” you begin, resting your head on your hands as you lean over the table, tantalizing close to the woman across from you.

“So, Y/N L/N,” Vanya mirrors your positioning and her blush becomes more apparent to you.

“Tell me everything.”

Vanya tells you about her day and you tell her about yours, both of your lamenting about the monotony of it all.

You share a new concept for a new poem and Vanya listens like a small child being told a fairytale.

She loves how passionate you become when talking about writing and she hopes that she can do literary justice for you when she writes her book.

You’re both mid conversation when your respective orders of overtly greasy diner food arrives to the table.

The overweight waiter, donning a white paper that tells you both to enjoy your meals in a tone that would read more accurately from a mob boss.

“I think even the salads here are probably just as greasy,” you joke when you see how Vanya eyes the burger she ordered.

She lets out a laugh, something she hasn’t had the pleasure to do in a long time.

The sound is music to your ears, setting a new rhythm for a new poem.

Most of the proceeding dates follow the same flow.

You meet Vanya at a new eating establishment like the new hipster cafe on fourth or the taco joint that opened near the park.

There you learned Vanya isn’t the best with spicy food, for even the mild salsa hurt her tongue.

“Don’t laugh at me! I feel like I’m on fire!”

“I’m not laughing! You just look cute with your cheeks all red!”

After about five dates, Vanya took a step she didn’t ever think she would have to take.

You were walking her home after checking out a new ice cream parlor, with fancy vegan recipes to boot, and Vanya turned to you.

“Hey this is my place,” she said, stopping in front of one of New York’s looming apartment complexes.

“Oh, okay,” you say, your voice heavy with a tinge of sadness. Vanya detects it, feels that same sadness too.

She doesn’t want the night to end.

“You can come up,” she says too quickly, “if you, uh if you want.” You smile when she tries to correct the speed of her voice in the hopes of not sounding too eager.

Vanya smiles too.

She does that a lot around you.

It’s a nice change from her normal frown.

“I would love to.”

Vanya leads you up the stairs that creak with each step and to the door of her apartment.

“It might be a bit of a mess so,” Vanya sighs, “sorry in advance.”

“It’s alright, you should see….”

As you’re speaking, Vanya opens the door to reveal a perfectly pristine, and quite cute, little apartment.

“Vanya, are you kidding me. This place is spotless,” you wonder aloud, standing in the middle of the apartment, arms spread to take it all in.

Vanya has never been more pleased by a sight.

“I haven’t really been home to clean,” Vanya admits, rubbing at the back of her neck. “Meetings, the orchestra, and...well...you.”

“Me? Keeping you from cleaning? How dare I,” you tease, reaching for Vanya.

She walks over to you and grabs your hands in hers.

The touch would have taken years to warm up to had it been anybody else

But with you, Vanya has never felt more safe or understood.

“Do you have any old movies?” You ask with a sly smile and Vanya nods.

“I’ll show you the collection and then I’ll get the popcorn.”

“Perfect.”

And the evening in is perfect indeed.

The two of you curl up on Vanya’s comfy couch, pecking at popcorn and watching horribly old films on a projector.

“You know, I haven’t used the projector in a long time,” Vanya muses quietly.

“Well, we’ll just have to correct that, won’t we?”

And you do.

Every Friday you and Vanya meet at her place to snack and watch movies.

It’s on one of these Friday’s when, after a long work week, you fall asleep on Vanya’s shoulder.

Your hair tickles the exposed skin of her neck and Vanya can not fight the urge any longer.

She leans in and presses the softest of kisses to your forehead.

“Goodnight, darling,” she whispers and lets herself fall asleep beside you.

When you wake up in the morning, Vanya is clinging to you and her chest is pressed against your own.

You smile, realizing that you could definitely get used to waking up like this.

Vanya can too, when she lifts her head to meet your eyes as your fingers comb through her long hair.

It’s the first time you see her with her down.

“You’re beautiful,” you both say at the same time.

A laughing fit ensues for the two of you, both still dopey from sleep.

“But really,” you press, lifting a hand to trail your knuckles lightly against the skin of her cheek.

“Thank you,” Vanya whispers, “you are too.”

You don’t kiss then.

You wish that you had.

Vanya wishes that you had too.

But you didn’t.

When you do though, it’s perfect.

At that point, you and Vanya have been together for close to a month.

You haven’t pushed the point of kissing, as you knew Vanya was stressed with everything with her book and music.

On one of those Friday evenings, Vanya calls you up to her apartment.

When you walk inside, you don’t see her anywhere.

You crept into her bedroom and find her, books scattered around her as she sits on the floor with tears in her eyes.

“Vanya, what’s wrong?”

When you get closer, you realize the book are old journals and littered in Vanya’s small handwriting.

“I was going through material,” she whimpers, “for the book...and...it’s so sad Y/N. I’m so sad.”

As soon as the last syllable leaves her lips, you’re sitting at her side, holding her as close as you can.

“Shh, hey, you got to be sad sometimes,” you whisper, “it’s life. But now you can be happy, put this behind you because it’s the past. Vanya, you will be okay.”

Every few minutes to repeat that.

“You will be okay, Vanya.”

You will be okay, you will be amazing. You already are.”

After a while, she stops crying and you wonder if she’s fallen asleep for her breathing is so even.

But then she lifts her head from your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“You make me okay,” she whispered, “no one has ever done that before.”

You wipe at the lingering tears on her skin and offer her a half smile.

“Well, I’m honored,” you say, coaxing a faint chuckle from Vanya.

Her eyes hold yours, the gaze between you growing electric until, finally letting herself feel everything you have to offer her, Vanya leans in.

The kiss isn’t the best technically, at some points your teeth knocked but it didn’t deter either of you.

You could taste the salt of her tears on her lips and, as if to remove them from her flesh, you deepen the kiss.

You pulled her close, hands cupping her jaw as Vanya’s hands trailed loving paths against the skin of your arms.

When the two of you part, you’re breathless.

“I feel like that was more than okay,” you tease through shallow breaths.

Vanya nods, leaning in to peck your lips once more. “More than okay.”

The kissing gets better as the relationship continues to grow.

More dates and WAY more practice.

You write poems about Vanya, some of which you share with but some are just too poignant you hold them for yourself.

You help her proofread portions of her book.

Vanya dedicates the epilogue of her book to you, detailing how you changed how she perceives herself for the better.

The Friday movie nights continue on, although not many movies are watched to full completion.

Wandering hands and needy touches often divert attention away from the film shown on the projector.

When Vanya’s book is published, it’s you that suggests she send a copy to her father.

“It might help give you closure.”

You support her in improving her mental health through therapy and her pills.

When she goes to a local bookstore for her first live reading, you sneak a copy of the book and read it for yourself.

You go to Vanya with tears in your eyes, wishing she had told you about everything earlier.

She agrees and tells you the details she cut from the book.

There’s a lot of healthy crying and kissing and wishing you had met sooner.

“You know I love you, right?” You ask, eyes meeting hers through misty tears. “I love you, Vanya.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

When you sleep over at her place, you ALWAYS cuddle and somehow, Vanya ALWAYS ends up on top of you.

“You’re like a tiny heater.”

Teasing and puns because, when she’s happy, Vanya’s sense of humor is impeccable.

Late night evenings where Vanya plays the violin for you and you both sip at wine.

“You’re so good, too good,” you say dreamily, smiling up at Vanya.

Cooking together and trying new recipes when you’re saving money to travel.

“I think we should go to England...”

“But Germany! Pretzels! Beer!”

“Wow, you need to watch the travel channel or something.”

You write her a love poem for your first year anniversary.

You read it to her over a meal of your shared favorite take out place.

Vanya cries

You cry

Vanya got you tickets to your favorite band.

“I thought it would be a fun date. I know how much you love them.”

“Do you know how much I love you?!”

Your relationship isn’t without it’s bumps.

Sometimes Vanya just wants to be alone and you sometimes have trouble reading that.

She might snap at you now and again, but it’s mostly because she’s scared.

She’s scared that one day everything about her, surrounding her, her past, will be too much for you.

Sometimes you get moody due to writers block or stress.

You always talk about it, in either conflict.

You always come back together in the end.

There’s a basis of mutual communication and compromise that all of Vanya’s relationships (especially with her family) lacked.

‘You’re it for me’ you write on a slip of paper one day.

“A new poem?” Vanya asks, taking a sip of her coffee.

You’re in the cafe where you met for your usual breakfast date.

“Sort of,” you say with smile.

You don’t tell her about what you wrote or how the title at the top of the page was ‘wedding vows’.

You don’t tell her yet,

But that day will come.

[bapydemonprincess]

Timing

At the end of the day, Agni came into his shared bedroom with his lovely wife, and found her lying there, looking comfy as ever under the bedsheets and surprisingly already purring away..

Not that there was anything wrong with her purring at all. Agni absolutely adored his wife’s ability to sound like the animal she so loved. It was pure bliss to hear it, and even more so when he knew somehow he was the cause of it.

“Had a good day, I presume, moonlight?” He opened up with the question, as he he made his way around to get out his night clothes and start the process of undressing and putting them on.

“Hmmm, yes. I believe so...”

That was.. all she said, her voice almost airy and contemplative, even though Agni wondered if there was really anything else for the demon to contemplate after he had seen her come and go all day every day this week alone.

Something had had Sebastian in quite a state, and though the former khansama had fretted in his mind every time he saw her looking lost in concentration with what looked to be fear and turmoil in her soft pale features, he actually prevented himself from approaching the subject.

He’d just had a good feeling that he should really wait until his princess came to him with this problem, whether to help or to tell him at least what had transpired and was now resolved.

Almost finished with the buttons now on his top, Agni made his way to the bed, unable to help giving his sweet little demoness a silent raised eyebrow when she glanced up at him with such big shimmering red eyes.

Whether male or female, Sebastian’s eyes had always held so much beauty; so much... emotion! But in this moment, looking in them now, Agni could’ve sworn those eyes were about to overflow and weep with even more than their usual faire.

Without a word the tall form of Agni swooped into the bed and slipped under the covers in one graceful motion.

And automatically the small woman was melting against him.

“Sebastian..”

Agni said no more. He couldn’t. He wanted to, but he also felt it was completely unnecessary. 

As the warm little purring form embraced him and immediately came up to press her lips to his, Agni just moved his arms around her and took her all in.

It didn’t last very long, though. Agni could see her body twitch and hesitate, clearly going through a mental battle to decide if she should stop and actually speak, or continue on this track.

Vocalizing won out, though, as she pulled back and stared into Agni’s eyes. Slit pupils searching and chest rising and falling rather briskly for even a flustered, immortal Sebastian who knew how to stay calm and collected in even the most intimate of moments.

“Before anything else, I.. wish to tell you thank you, my dear.” She breathed, stroking his soft pure white hair.

Agni only smiled more, reaching up to take that tiny lean hand and kiss the palm.

“Whyever for, moonlight?”

“Because you’ve clearly wished to know what has been going on with me all this time. But you held back. I...” She shook her head and couldn’t help giving him one of those rare silly grins only Agni was sure he had gotten to see. It was just as beautiful as all the rest of her expressions. And yet... very rare. “I expected at least once to have you come to me asking what was going on, but you... you seemed to understand..”

“I do.” He interrupted, only doing so to hush her from choking up. It was his turn to kiss her. But instead of her lips, he kissed everywhere on her soft little flustered face. “I knew this much: That you needed time. And space. And so I let you have it”

This only made the demon sit up more, for once making herself tower over his lying form. Just so she could press her face to his.

“Again... thank you, so much, my love.”

He stroked both large hands over her trembling form; Up and down, slow and rhythmic in their movement.

He had never really had to calm her in this way before...

“Whatever it is or was, Sebastian, that you were tormented with, I only hope to be here for you. Now. Later. Whenever you wish me to be there for you.”

She didn’t respond this time. Only breathed. In and out.

And Agni just let her, even in this pose. He would not interrupt. He would not question. He would simply continue to wait.

Until finally her body slumped and slinked back under the covers, but still clung close as she did.

“I was.. going to see someone I have known for centuries. Someone very wise and old and very much versed in millions of demonic issues and topics. We hadn’t.. interacted much for ages, but I knew that she was most definitely the one to go to for the answers I sought.”

Agni felt his own stress and anxiety finally begin to ebb at just hearing the beginnings of this explanation.

“It was an issue only a fellow demon could help in, then? I see.”

Sebastian huffed a little laugh and nuzzled his upper arm.

“Well, there are some parts of the issue I could’ve gone to a human for, but.. I believe the demonic side needed addressing first and foremost.”

Agni didn’t see, but Sebastian’s face briefly clouded with a small frown and her eyebrows dipped into a concerning arch.

“Even a demon knows how deadly and dangerous it’s own power can be..” She mumbled out.

“Powers?” Agni suddenly asked. “Was the issue something to do with your powers, then? I have noticed along with the obvious signs, you seemed to be using your powers much less than usual.”

Sebastian gave a little nod in confirmation.

“It was too dangerous to risk it, and... still is. I will really have to go back to taming my abilities for a while. Just to be safe.”

“Moonlight..” Again the mortal man was a bit overwhelmed. But this time, he decided just this once to reach for more himself. “.. Is that also why you have been... in this form for much longer than usual?”

He certainly did not wish to assume on something like that.

But Sebastian’s face was becoming soft and sweet again, smiling and almost... glowing.

She straightened up from being curled up close and yet demurely kept her head bowed and eyes closed. Her hands came together to lace in front like a proper lady.

“Yes, Agni. Again I am impressed by you simply blindingly reaching the best conclusion. I.. may have felt here or there like changing, but... now I know I needed to stay rooted to this one. And for once in my long, long life.. I am absolutely happy to do so.”

A long quiet pause ensued. Whether for dramatic effect or otherwise, Agni wasn’t sure.

Sebastian looked as if to be gathering what strength she had to finish, and was also so very, very... proud of whatever it was she was going to say.

“It was for the sake of our child, Agni.”

More silence.

Enough silence that Sebastian finally had to lift her head again and open her eyes. To assure herself she had made the right decision in finally saying the truth tonight.

When she looked up at her husband, though, all she saw was... a completely frozen solid face of confusion and shock.

“Agni. Agni....” She immediately hissed out, dipping to his side once more and wrapping her thin arms around him.

“You’re going to be a father Agni.” She told him firmly, making her words louder than before but not too loud.

After another minute, the man finally blinked and instantly there were tears running down his face.

“... Really?!” He suddenly choked out.The most out-there response he’d ever given, having usually the pleasant gentle demeanor to either remain quiet or speak as eloquently as he could given the situation.

Sebastian couldn’t help grinning now. And her purring went into overdrive.

“Yes, my sweet sunshine. Really.”

[imagine-loki]

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 32/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: T (so far)  NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

The next morning, you stopped by the common room on your way out of the tower.  You were wearing a perfectly tailored business suit with your hair styled to both look professional and cover the points of your ears. You also had a professional-looking portfolio for your resume. You kissed Loki’s cheek, though he turned at the last moment to steal a real kiss. “You look very professional, darling. Are you ready?” he asked you warmly after he’d stolen his kiss.

You nodded and gave him an extra bright smile.  You were excited to annoy the shit out of Tony.  It was an extremely fun pastime.  “I am,” you agreed excitedly. “I’ll be home afterwards,” you reassured him.  Loki didn’t usually take it well when you were out of the tower without him. He did at least grudgingly accept that you had been going to class to keep up your Midgardian persona for at lest awhile longer. You also knew that he kept track of you through the soulbond.  

You kissed him again before you headed off to your interview.

While you were gone, Stark came into the common room. “Oi, Reindeer Games, where’s that wife of yours hiding?” he asked.  He’d taken to teasing over the fact that in the myths Sigyn was Loki’s wife.  He thought it was endlessly amusing.

Loki rolled his eyes.  “Job interview,” he replied dryly.

Stark raised an eyebrow. “Job interview?  But why? I thought she was working with us…” Stark was actually being pleasant, despite his teasing at the beginning of the conversation.

“You’ll find out. It’s not my place to tell you. And if you even consider asking your computer, I will destroy it. I know how. Asgardian technology is much more advanced than what you’ve designed, Stark,” Loki threatened without looking up from his book.  He wouldn’t have your fun ruined because Stark was an ass.

Stark rolled his eyes. “So I’ve heard,” you’d reminded him as much when you finally explained what you’d been doing in his lab. “I have something for her.  And no, it’s not more yelling.  Had she bothered to tell anyone that she’s scared enough of men to turn into a fairy at a raised voice…” he trailed off and shook his hand to dismiss the topic.  “But that’s neither here nor there.  If you see her first can you let her know i’m looking for her?” Stark asked.

Loki raised an eyebrow.  Stark was never pleasant to him, but he nodded just to get the shellhead to leave him alone. 

Stark left then, having over extended his welcome already.  He really didn’t feel like getting defenestrated that day.  Loki returned to his book after that odd interaction, passing the time until you returned.  

You returned after a couple of hours and went straight to your Loki, where he was still sitting on the couch where you’d left him.  You kissed him, grinning excitedly.  “I got the job!”

Loki stood and spun you around excitedly before he pulled you into a passionate kiss. “I knew you could do it, love,” he purred.  

You giggled in delight and kissed him again. “Pepper was so impressed with me that she offered me the job on the spot!” you told him excitedly, lighting up in delight.  “No more coffeeshop!” you’d already quit that job since you were living with the team and didn’t need the income, but it was still in your mind.

“I’m so happy for you,” Loki told you with a warm smile.

“Stark is going to be so annoyed,” you added as you let your professional clothes shimmer back to comfy casual clothes. 

Loki nodded, then had to speak up.  “That reminds me. He was looking for you while you were gone. He didn’t tell me why though,” he sounded concerned, not knowing why Tony would actually be looking for you.

You stiffened in his arms.  “But I didn’t even do anything to him yet~~” you whined.

Loki shrugged.  “I doubt he’s going to yell at you,”

“It’s Stark. That’s all he does,” you grumbled, but gave Loki another kiss before you stepped out of his arms to see what Stark wanted.  Loki sat back down on the couch to wait for you.  

You were gone for a long, long time, long enough that Loki came looking for you, wondering what was taking so long.  He found you in Stark’s lab and there seemed to be a cautious friendship forming between you and Stark as you were both working on one of his suits. Loki raised an eyebrow.  “This is not at all what I expected,” he commented.

You and Stark both looked over at Loki. “What?” Stark asked, stiffly, afraid he was going to lose his new very tentative and shy science friend. Or that he was going to get defenestrated.  Again.  It could go either way.  “Your girl is smart and knows her way around technology and the machines,”

Loki inclined his head, willing to agree with Stark when he was complimenting you.  “I know,”  he said proudly, then turned his attention to you.  “Sig, I’ll be up in my room if you need me. Have fun with Stark and his suits,” he kissed your cheek before he left to return to his room.

You slipped into his room when you were finished with Stark’s suit and curled up next to your Loki and kissed his cheek.  “Hello love,” you purred.  

Loki pulled you into another passionate kiss. “Hello, my darling,” he purred in reply.

“Enjoying your book?” you asked, running a finger down the soulbond marks on his arm in a caress. He managed to nod as he enjoyed the sensation, shivering at the very pleasant chill running down his spine at her caress of the power lines.

You couldn’t help smirking at his shudder and kissed him gently as you continued caressing the power lines, sparking even more passion into the kisses.  Shudders continued to go through him.  You moved to straddle his lap and he whimpered in desire into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.  Power sparked between you as you caressed the soulbond mark again and he grew hard under you just from that.

Though there was no just about it.  It felt like you were caressing his soul.  

You brought him to pleasure with your ministrations, teasing him with the soulbond mark, and then brought him again, on the third round, you gave yourself to him and you both cried out your pleasure together, your souls twining through the soulbond marks. 

You curled up with him afterward, lazily running your fingers through his hair.  “I love seeing you this happy,” you told your purring happy puddle of well-pleasured Loki. 

Loki gave you a warm, sleepy, loving smile in return.  “You make me happy, my Sigyn. I haven’t been this happy or peaceful in centuries. Not since I lost you,”

“Neither have I,” 

And in that moment you felt like you were properly, finally, home.

[themattress]

Rewatch: My Bride is a Mermaid Ep 25 - 26

Woah. Shit got real in these final two episodes!

Episode 25: The Family Game

The start of the episode reveals that Akeno and her superior have been getting their orders from Lord Yoshio Minamoto, a mer-noble who has a fearful grip on the mer-government and can use it for his own benefit...in this case, to break up Sun and Nagasumi so that he can take Sun for his bride. But because his government subordinates have failed to deliver, this spoiled frat boy is stepping in personally with a scheme to make sure he gets what he wants. 

Akeno is to seize on a moment of friction between Sun and Nagasumi to invite the whole Seto Gang to his palace, allegedly for a party full of important merpeople. That moment comes when a basic argument over Nagasumi putting his socks in the laundry while they’re inside-out escalates to the point where Nagsumi and Sun have to confront the fact that their engagement is based on coercion: it was the only way either of them could stay alive. This creates a new emotional distance between the two, especially when Nagasumi stubbornly refuses to apologize. And then....Sun and her family disappears from his life entirely.

While we know that it’s due to Yoshio’s invitation, Nagasumi doesn’t. The whole montage where he goes to various locations he and Sun have been together in the past only to find her absent now, culminating when he enters her empty room and breaks down crying, apologizing to Sun and begging her to come back...damn, that was powerful. The last two episodes already amped up the emotional sincerity, and these two just run with it, with the actual jokes being few and far between when compared to the drama, which intensifies once Yoshio’s so-called party is revealed to be a trap and all of the Setos are knocked out.

Kai and Lunar manage to find out what’s going on, with Lunar’s horrified reaction and her description of how many girls have gone missing while attending Yoshio’s “parties” selling the fear of the situation, while also being heartwarming in how her immediate response is “Sun is in danger!” and dashing off with Kai to mount a rescue. She loves her rival so much. And speaking of rivals who care, Kai doesn’t hesitate in seeking to include Nagasumi in the rescue mission, with his response to Nagasumi’s later vow to go out and get Sun back being “Those are the exact words I’ve been waiting to hear!” Like I said in the last post, Kai has truly grown into a more honorable person (as has Chimp, who is helping him as always).

And if all of that wasn’t heartwarming enough, Nagasumi’s vow only comes after he gets encouragement from Mawari, who tells him that he needs to be honest with his feelings and act upon them, to not give up on his true love. It is also hinted again that Mawari is well aware of the whole mermaid factor at play, but says nothing out of love and respect for everyone. Mawari Zenigata truly cannot have her praises sung loud enough, she is just that awesome.

The ending montage gets you ridiculously pumped to go straight into the next, and final, episode, with the music playing being the most epic the show has ever had as it plays over shots of every character in the show in their current positions. Let’s end this with a bang!

Episode 26: The Place You Go Home To 

Right off the bat, we’re ending it with several bangs, as Kai’s submarine must navigate a minefield set up to defend Yoshio’s undersea lair. The awesomeness kicks in immediately when Lunar uses her siren scream to decimate the mines, declaring “I’m the songstress of the Edomae! DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” She, Kai and Nagasumi will stop at nothing to get Sun back, and their true love of her is contrasted perfectly by Yoshio’s repulsive lust. In the manga, Yoshio was a very different character and his desire for Sun had more to do with a religious factor and a hunger for power. But the anime version of him is the most vile kind of guy possible: a sociopathic frat boy who sees women as objects whom he mind-wipes with a magical artifact before having his way with them and grooming them into his loyal slaves. He is a misogynistic rapist and a person with power who gleefully abuses it, and it makes him the most loathsome character in the show without question. You really want to see him go down.

Once the heroes invade Yoshio’s lair, they are met with an army of guards who clash with the army of Mikawa Conglomerate workers Kai brought along. Lunar assists with her song of war, which again turns things into a bloodbath but one that Nagasumi can easily slip away from to reach Yoshio. Yoshio sends Akeno to face him, since her swordsman’s code says that she cannot disobey a mer-noble’s orders. But ever since she discovered the truth about how Yoshio “woos” the women he lusts after and that he intends the same for Sun, Akeno has been struggling to keep to this code, and it only takes Nagasumi reminding her about the reason she first became a swordsman to get her to switch sides and fight alongside him.

Yoshio unleashes both his trio of giant pet eels and his entire fraternity, but then we get a sequence of awesomeness upon awesomeness as everyone comes in to get a badass moment. First it’s Gozaburo and the rest of the Seto Gang, a moment that concludes when Gozaburo knocks down an eel and, seeing the fierce determination Nagasumi has to save Sun, tells him “you’re a Seto now” and throws him a yakuza jacket as he urges him to go rescue his daughter. Then it’s Lunar, Kai and Chimp catching up, with Lunar using a siren scream to blow the frat away and an injured Kai (supported by his faithful Chimp) also urging Nagasumi to go save Sun. Then it’s an injured Akeno using the nature of the Morning Star blade to her advantage and having Ren (who is the one supporting Akeno because Ren is a fucking goddess among women) use her siren scream on it, which magnifies it enough to knock down another eel. And then it’s, out of nowhere, Papa fucking Edomae (still in the schoolgirl outfit because he’s grown comfy in it) dropping from the sky and taking out the last eel, then tag-teaming with his daughter to take on the reconvening frat. It’s just amazing, and it leads into the climax of the episode when Nagasumi finally reaches the room where Sun is being held and confronts Yoshio, who is ready to kill him with his superior merman strength.

Nagasumi stands no chance against Yoshio in a straight 1-on-1 fight, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is snapping Sun out of her trance. Yoshio brags that nothing can accomplish that, but Nagasumi pours out all of his feelings for Sun, shouting how he loves her and can’t imagine ever living without her. This does it, and with her mind restored, Sun verbally eviscerates Yoshio for being the pathetic third-rate scum that he is. Full of misogynistic rage and toxic masculinity, Yoshio aims to shoot Sun dead, but Nagasumi takes the bullet. And yet he is unharmed, because just being with Sun, simply standing by her side as lovers and as equals, fills him with unlimited power - the Power of Love! With Sun now intentionally directing her love as energy to power Nagsumi up, Yoshio gets the beatdown he deserves.

As awesome as this is, I still have one minor quibble about translation issues in this scene. Sun’s altered catchphrase comes back to bite the show’s butt when Nagasumi tells Yoshio what it is that makes a real man - in Japanese, it’s ninkyo, aka chivalry, which is displayed on screen as text when he says this. But in the dub, it’s “Honor Among Thieves”. Huh!? So all real men must be thieves? Things get more absurd when Nagasumi gives Yoshio his final beatdown, the text of the Japanese title Seto No Hanayome appears with each punch for some reason, and I guess that reason got lost in translation because we instead get Yoshio screaming “My! Bride is! A! MERMAAAAAAAID!” to get the same effect of a title drop in this moment. There is no reason in context why he would say this, as he had already given up on Sun as a bride and had attempted to kill her, so it just ends up as a huge “WTF!?” moment.

Anyway, Yoshio is defeated and his true form is exposed: a lowly catfish. All of the fear he inspired and thus the power he had is instantaneously gone with this revelation, allowing Akeno’s superior to legally indict him for his crimes. Nagsumi finally apologizes to Sun for the argument and says that from now on he wants their engagement to be something they chose for themselves. And so, taking out the ring he got her in episode 2, he asks Sun if she’ll marry him. Of course Sun says “Yes”, and as the original ED credits song plays, they embrace.

There’s a gag scene before the credits of life returning to normal except for Nagasumi now insisting on remaining in “buff mode” which makes all the routine interactions with the other characters more ridiculous, but after the credits we get a still-frame of Sun and Nagasumi’s earlier embrace, so for all intents and purposes that’s the note this show ends on: two kids from two different worlds who, against all the many, many obstacles, found true love together.

There’s one more post about the series to go, but my experience of actually rewatching the show is over with. And let me tell you - it’s been a great revisiting that I do not at all regret.

[harrys-oh-anna]

So Tired.

So Tired. Part 1

Warnings: Angst, but Happy Ending is on its way.

Tip: Just imagine that this is Harry’s reaction to your last sentence. (MY   FEELINGS)

Plot: You join Harry on tour but he seems to have other prirorities.

“Don’t say such things. You know I never would, I love you.” He whispered, trying to get close to you and taking your hand. It broke him that you really thought that bad about him.”

“No, you don’t. And it doesn’t matter”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since Harry has stopped talking to you. You had no idea why. The last month was stressful for him, you understand it totally. You have been travelling with Harry for his tour around Europe, trying to support him and to spend some time with him before he’s off to Australia. You saw what he must bear. Always giving his best to show his fans what they mean to him. With him leaving soon again, you two decided you both needed this month to spend as much time as possible with each other. YOU thought that touring with him would mean that Harry would clung to your side as always, being his clingy self. Touching you, caressing your shoulder, giving you little pecks from time to time when you were talking to Mitch or Sarah, hugging you from behind and whispering sweet nothings in your ear which always made you chuckle. You were so happy when you stepped onto plane with him for his show in Paris, but now you were devasted. He has shut you out since day one, giving you no chance to interact with him at all. In the morning he was up way before you, already working out in the hotel gym. The first few days you waited for him to return from his morning workout to grab some breakfast together, just to be disappointed by the fact that he already went with his band mates without telling you. You brushed it off back then, not letting it bother you. Harry has been a morning person for years, always being up too early for your liking. But as your day kept going this way, him doing stuff without you, not even caring where you were or with whom, you’ve got confused. As soon as you were at the venue, he was gone again. Whenever you stepped into his dressing room, hearing him laughing with Mitch and Adam he instantly stopped as soon as his eyes met yours, looking at the ground and leaving the room sooner or later. You just couldn’t make up your mind what was wrong with him, being so cold towards you, not even answering you in a proper way when you tried to put up a conversation. Just getting a “no” or a “yes” out of him. Everyone around you started to notice as well that something rubbed him the wrong way, which didn’t improve the situation either. You talked with Clare about it. You got close to her, loving her caring being and her attentive way. You enjoyed her company, though she couldn’t think of a reason for Harry’s strange behaviour. He never mentioned anything towards her. She even tried to broach the subject again, but he just brushed it off, switching the topic as soon as your name was mentioned. And even though this all was embarrassing for you, even humiliating to fight this whole passive aggressive thing Harry had with you in front of the whole tour stuff, the nights were way worse. You felt like a ghost, like he just looked through you, as if you were invisible. As soon as his concert was over, and you were rushed back to the hotel or to the next city, you just hurried behind Harry. Trying to keep up with his long legs sprinting. You felt like a little child, whose mother just dragged it along grocery shopping, always pulling on its hand. But when Harry and you stepped into your hotel room, it was unbearable. With no one around the silence felt even heavier on you shoulder. Every little noise seemed too loud and the tension was thicker than an iceberg. Harry jumped under the shower, while you changed into your night grown. Usually you would go into the bathroom as well, brushing your teeth, changing your clothes and chattering with Harry about his show, but this felt way too intimate these days. Harrys hasn’t seen you naked in weeks, not that you would have seen any of his skin either. You were used to the fact, that Harry slept in just his boxers, cuddling you close to his chest, where you laid your head down. Hearing his soothing heartbeat, while he ran his fingers through your hair and you traced his butterfly tattoo. This was your habit before you fell asleep. He calmed you down. Pressing little kisses on your head and assuring you how much he loved you. These moments were your Harry moments. You didn’t have to share him with anyone. It seemed like it was just the two of you and you slipped off to sleep with ease in his arms. You missed these times. Nowadays he laid down far away, his back facing you, not even touching you with his feet or toes, like he used to do. He once told you that he did that to show you that he was there, even when he needed space. Always making sure to assure you that he’d never leave your side. But this was yesterday, now he didn’t say a word, not even a good night. And so he fell asleep soon and you stayed awake with an aching heart. You could feel it breaking every night, while silent tears rolled out your closed eyes, slowly rocking you to sleep.

Today wasn’t any different, you woke up late at afternoon to an empty bed once more, feeling more than exhausted of this short night as you checked the time on your phone. You decided to get up and get ready to drive to the venue. As you arrived you didn’t even search or ask for Harry, knowing that he was in no mood to meet you anyway. You just sat down in Clare’s dressing room, pulling out your phone again and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, while waiting for her to come back from soundcheck. You hummed along to the muffled sounds of Harry’s setlist as it suddenly hit you. You scrolled back up, unsure if this photo, you just skipped, really showed Harry. You stared blankly at the screen. No, it really was him. It really was Harry sitting at a nice Café dressed all in black with his white Adidas trainers, his longer curls pinned out of his forehead and sunglasses resting on his nose. It really was Harry sitting at a nice café with a blonde girl dressed in a short flower dress, laughing while touching Harrys arm. You knew her, you knew that Harry knew her, and it ate you alive. She was a so-called friend of him. Why he liked her, you had no idea. But you had an idea why you didn’t. She always was after Harry, wanting him since the day she met him. She was pretty and she used it in every possible way, she was just ruthless. Harry met her in LA a few weeks after you started dating and he told her instantly after her flirtatious attacks, that he indeed had a girlfriend. She just wasn’t bothered by it. She even drunkenly told one of your friends that one day she will get him into her bed and that you are just a phase until he realises that he deserves someone better, someone who fits him. Someone like her. You told Harry how bold she was to say all these nasty things about you to one of your best friends and how mean it was that she wouldn’t respect you in anyway. Harrys just listened and tried to calm you down by finding excuses for his friend’s behaviour and it was the first time you felt really hurt by Harry for not taking your side and not minimizing his friendship and contact with her. Over the time you just accepted her and hoped that she would leave your life sooner or later, you never saw her as a thread though. You trusted Harry and with the way he treated you, you were sure that he would never betray you in such a way. His soul was just too kind. But as you look down onto this picture of your boyfriend, looking so happy at this girl, gleaming at her, your trust was gone. You had no idea for how long you stared at this picture, while creating scenarios in your head which finally put all the pieces together. Maybe Harry was acting this strange because she really got into his pants, maybe she kept her drunken words and was right, that you were just a phase. A phase with which he had no guts to break up and so he just lets her drown in sadness while he is out, having fun with his affair. You felt how tears dwelled up in your eyes. You just couldn’t take it anymore, this was enough. You loved him so much, but you couldn’t keep up with all these things anymore. This really was betrayal, him going out and leaving you alone in the hotel room once again to go out and meet this menace, even if he didn’t cheat on you, this whole thing is wrong. He could have told you like before, but he decided against it. And so, you decided against staying here at the venue for any longer. Without telling anyone, you called a cab bringing you back to your hotel. Big tears were running down your cheeks by the time you went out the door and sat down in the cab.

You woke up by a loud thud of your room door closing. You slowly opened your puffy eyes. You haven’t really stopped crying since you arrived in your hotel room. But you were so exhausted from everything that happened the last few days that you fell asleep instantly as your heavy head touched the comfy and soothing hotel pillow, lulling you to sleep. The whole time you were alone in the hotel room, it was quiet. And to be honest you enjoyed it, it helped you sorting out your thoughts and helped you coming up with a decision. A decision you wanted to share so bad with Harry, you couldn’t keep it inside anymore. It gives you a feeling of sadness but also of relief. At least you didn’t feel numb anymore.

“Hi Harry” you tried to approach the conversation that you really needed to have and couldn’t wait any longer. You weren’t even sad that Harry hadn’t called you to ask why you haven’t been at his concert, you were used to it. It didn’t even bother you anymore that all his bandmates have asked you, being worried about you. Everyone but him. He didn’t even answer, just rested down and shuffled underneath his covers.

“Harry, did you hear me?” you tried once more, slowly sitting up on your side of the bed.

“Yeah, how couldn’t I?” he mumbled under his breath, rubbing his temples like your voice would give him migraine.

“We need to talk. Right now.”

“Y/N, are you serious? I’m tired. Let me sleep and let’s talk tomorrow.” he sighed.

“Well, talking to you seems a little difficult with you running away from me as soon as you open your eyes, right?

“Not now, Y/N” he hissed.

You stand up from your side of the bed, turning your body to him. “No Harry, this is the perfect moment. Because I can’t take it anymore. It’s always about you, but right now, It’s about me. Because I feel like shit, you treat me like shit. And I’m done with it. I’m done with you treating me like I don’t exist. So please tell me what I did, so we can move on from it. Just tell me.” You whisper screamed. Not even daring to raise your voice.

Harry moved around, standing up as well and really facing you since forever. But his stare was cold and there laid a fire within. But it wasn’t a good one, more of a dangerous one, which let you know that he wouldn’t explain himself or even tell you he’s sorry. No, he was ready to fight this down and you as well.

“So you’re really accusing me for being selfish while I’m on tour working from day to night. I’m very sorry that I can’t baby you like a little stupid child. You’re a grown-up woman. You can do things on your own. Stop being so damn clingy and touchy. It’s disgusting.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Disgusting?! “This has nothing to do with me being clingy, Harry. It’s not normal to leave your girlfriend alone all the time in a hotel room. You brought me along, so we could spend some time together, but all you did was ignoring me.”

“Oh, excuse me, but as far as I can remember you were the one begging me to bring you along. I never wanted you to be here with me. This is my thing. I don’t expect you to drag me around your university as well, right? So why should I?”

“Are you even listening to yourself? You’ve been such an asshole and now you’re blaming me. I can’t believe it. Who are you even.”

You don’t even know what he answered to your statement. All you know is that he started to scream and shouted things at you while his head turned redder and redder. Tears were streaming down your face in nonstop and you were perplexed that you still had tears left. You sat down on your side of the bed, your back facing him, while he turned silent, heaving heavy from all the screaming he did.

“Have you finished?” your voice sliced through the deadly mood. He nodded which you couldn’t see, but he wasn’t able to raise his voice once more. You didn’t even expect an answer from him, you just wanted to tell him what you decided a few hours ago.

“Good, because I’m so tired. I’m so damn tired from this fighting, this day and from you. I’m so exhausted. I can’t sleep anymore. I can’t bear sleeping next to you, I cant bear seeing you. Looking at you made me once so happy, I couldn’t stop smiling. When I had a hard day at Uni, all I needed to do was to look at a picture of you and my mood was lightened. You were my rock.” You chuckled sarcastically, as you remembered the picture you had to see of him earlier today. “And now I feel sick. I see someone wearing your tour merch on the street and I feel so sick and sad, because all I see is your face and how you’ve looked at me recently. Stone cold. So cold. You didn’t even ask why I haven’t been at the venue today. You don’t care anymore and that’s alright, I guess.” You stopped talking and Harrys swore his already hurting throat just went narrower. Of course, he knew that you haven’t been there, but he asked his bandmates and they told him you didn’t feel well and left.

“Why have you left then?” he squeezed out through his tight throat.

“I saw it on Instagram. You’ve met Chelsea today and you looked so happy. So crazily happy and touchy. You didn’t even tell me that she was in town. Not like you were telling me a lot lately. But, you know, you left me this morning alone to meet up with her. With everything that has happened between us, this has hurt the most. I don’t know for how long you have been seeing her. I just want you to know that it’s okay. People fall in and out of love. I don’t even want to know for how long this thing between the two of you has been going on or even if there is a thing between you. You could have told me, but you didn’t have the guts to break it off with me before starting it with her. And that’s the biggest betrayal ever.”

Harry rushed over to you. “Y/N, don’t. Do you really think that I cheated on you? Do you want to tell me that you really think I would hurt you like this? I would never ever cheat on you. Don’t say such things. You know I never would, I love you.” He whispered, trying to get close to you and taking your hand. It broke him that you really thought that bad about him.

“No, you don’t. And it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to tell you that I’m going home. I already booked a flight for tomorrow. You don’t have to be concerned about paying for it. I already did.”

Harry heared you words through ringing ears and as soon as they reached his brain he tried to take your hand, but you flinched away and Harry swore he could feel his heart break.

“We can talk it through, you can’t leave me right now. You just can’t. I do love you and I did not cheat. Do you hear me? We have some problems, I do agree with that and I wasn’t fair with you. But we can make it. We always did, and we always will.” he stuttered while shaking his head no.

You didn’t even look at him as you stood up and closed your eyes while you kissed his cheek and saw his hands falling down lifeless onto his lap.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

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Part 2

A/N: This is only Part 1! I hope you enjoyed it. And leave me a message if you want. Please be kind, I havent proof read it yet. Lots of love and remember to Treat People with Kindness.

[hotgirlmuch]

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@zaustins: one of you, (not me), write a fic about bredwin going to coachella for the first time and falling for each other in those three days and then they go their separate ways but return the next year and run into eachother again and decide to act on their feelings. pleathe. it’s for the gays!!!

(Inspired by Lion Babe’s Treat Me Like Fire)

“Hey boy, I like your style, come over here, let’s talk a while.Yeah, you, I’m curious, what would we do, the two of us? What would you like to do? I’ll introduce you to my eyes, my lips, my hair. If we’re good, we’ll go from there. I’m feeling you and I know that you want me too. In the end, I’m doing me, that’s all you gotta see. Hey, that’s just how it is, but I gotta tell you this. I’m a bit too dangerous, if you want me, you should just...(treat me like) treat me like, (treat me like) treat me like, (fire) fire, (fire) fire, (into the pain) into the pain, (into the pain) into the pain..”

“EDDIEEE! Come ON!” Edwin’s friends groaned as he was a few feet behind them, strolling behind the group while they were rushing to get...somewhere. Edwin didn’t care enough to remember, besides, he was wanting to take his time and enjoy every second he spent at Coachella. He knew it would’ve been even more fun if his best friend Zion was there, but he wasn’t the type to do festivities. 

Edwin was in his own little world as he vibe’d with the atmosphere, the music, the people, until he bumped into someone, “Oh, shit! I’m sososo sorry, my fault, I should’ve seen where I was go-.” The boy with a mop of black curls cut himself short as he closed his mouth and swallowed hard, leaving this oddly placed silence between them. He was scrambling to get his words back together before he simply said, “Since I ran into you, I might as well tell you my name is Brandon, huh?” The mop head black curly haired boy, that was giving these major punk/goth boy vibes that intrigued Edwin, gave a small smile. 

The two talked about why they came to Coachella, who they came with, and what they get from the experience. Brandon being the absentminded person he is sometimes, he mentioned in the middle of the conversation about the friends he was with meeting at this certain spot in the middle of the festival. So the next two days Edwin would wonder to that spot and he didn’t care if it looked like he accidentally wondered there or not, he just wanted to bump into Brandon and admire the facial expressions he made when he would talk or when Edwin would talk. He loved the fact that the smallest, unimportant things made Brandon quirk his eyebrows and say something along the lines of, “Oh, really?!”, “Damn, that’s really cool.” as if he was really interested, and maybe he genuinely was. 

The third day of the festival was the last day Brandon and Edwin would obviously interact with each other, which for some reason made it awkward for the two. Edwin and his group actually -- unintentionally -- wondered near Brandon’s group, and Edwin was trying his best to avoid any acknowledgement Brandon was giving him. He glanced towards Brandon’s way to then quickly dart them somewhere else when they met Brandon’s. Brandon didn’t care if he was staring or “looking too hard” in Edwin’s direction, but Edwin was beating himself because he thought it was so weird to develop this attraction to someone he met and got to know -- barely -- in three days. 

So, instead of saying goodbye and getting Brandon’s number, Edwin made the situation awkward for himself by avoiding him at all costs and acting as if he was invisible because he knew for sure this was a one time thing. The car ride back home didn’t help Edwin’s soundless mind as he beat himself up for letting a relationship with someone that would possibly be beautiful slip from in between his fingers. He sighed as he shifted around in the backseat to where he was leaning against the window to doze off.

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“I swear to God, this lineup better be a-fucking-mazing Ed.” Edwin looked at his friend with confusion on his face, “Didn’t you keep up with the news...? Nevermind.” Edwin waved it off and exhaled as he glanced around the crowds, who was he looking for? No one in particular, because it’d be stupid for him to be looking for...that guy...right? Edwin shrugged to himself and went with one of his friends to watch their back as they used the porter-potty. Edwin nodded along to one of the songs being performed as he glanced around, thinking also, lost enough to not see that one boy with the black curls -- but they’re longer now -- approaching him. 

He looked at Brandon with a weirded out face for a minute, Brandon was left wondering if he had like a booger on his face, and Edwin wondering how the hell did he run into him when there was problem 1 out of 50 chances of that happening at Coachella. Like, the possibility of either one of them not making it, the possibility of being caught up in different things and so much more was there, yet here they are. 

“Uh...Ed, Edd, and Eddy?” Brandon gave this dorky smile because he thought it was so clever what he did but he didn’t expect, in response, Edwin stepping forward and making their lips meet. Brandon didn’t question the moment and instantly wrapped his arms Edwin to bring him closer to his body. Edwin pulled away, their faces were an inch apart as their eyes wondered each other’s features. Edwin’s hands slid from the sides of Brandon’s face to wrap himself tightly around Brandon’s body, “I thought I wouldn’t see you again...” Edwin mumbled into the crook of Brandon’s neck.

“I did too, but I went out of my way to come. I was so hopeful to see you..." With that being said, it sent Edwin and he let a few tears slide down his face. Not being he was sad, but because he was overwhelmed, joyful, relieved, and anxious, and...he wasn’t going to allow himself to regret missing an opportunity. Forgetting about the festival, the two found a hotel, where they literally rented it for that day and night. They didn’t do anything intimate, but they did watch On Demand, order room service, talk, cuddle in the silence, nap, and then listen to each other’s playlists. 

Brandon stood from the floor they were sitting on, the two just finding something cool and comfy about sitting there next to each other on the carpet, and held his hand out. Edwin looked at him with confusion, and then he eventually caught on and grabbed Brandon’s hand. Brandon pulled him onto his feet swiftly, earning a startled yelp from Edwin, and spun him. The two danced their hearts out to the song that was playing from Edwin’s phone...

“Understand just how I am. Might be too much for you, but either way. I’m telling you. (Treat me like) Treat me like (Treat me like) Treat me like (Fire) Fire (Fire) Fire...”

[polygamyff]

7. Part 3

I fee that Robyn is pissed with me and I don’t blame her on why, Kellen has obviously told his bitch of a wife. Now I want to punch Kellen, he is disrespecting my wife I mean my girl, this is so stupid “where do I go?” Robyn asked, the two SUVs outside my Jet “this one” I pointed at the second SUV, I don’t like Robyn feeling like this “Malik, go in this SUV” I said to him, Shawn is always the very last one to get off the jet. I think his ass fell asleep, looking over at Robyn as she walked to the SUV, a small smile played on my lips just seeing my brother interact with my girl, he even opened the door for her “looking very proud” Shawn said at the side of me, turning my head slowly “yeah, I am. Just annoyed that niggas trying to fuck me up” I am glad Kellen went in the other SUV “how so?” I forgot Shawn won’t know shit “Kellen told Tif that we had sex like on the first day, Robyn doesn’t want people knowing. I don’t know, I think she feels like people are judging her” shaking my head “that’s good on you, imagine if she was the type to be taking pictures on everything. Just keep your mouth shut then, I got a feeing that my idea of Kellen coming was bad, that nigga just flipped a switch. Now he all uptight” I will get his ass for this, noticing from the corner of my eye Robyn suitcase, I snorted laughing “what’s funny?” I started walking towards the SUV “Robyn forever brings the most shit ever, her suitcase is always huge” I love that woman.

Shawn got into the back of the SUV and then so did I, sitting next to Robyn “close enough?” Robyn said as I got comfy in the seat “not that close I could be” I got up from the seat and attempted to sit on her lap “get off!!!” She yelped and slapped my butt, busting out laughing sitting at the side of Robyn “better?” I said, Robyn poked her lips out at me “you’re stupid” placing my hand on her leg “you missed me though? I missed you though, I missed your poking out lips” reaching my free hand up to her face, she moved her head back. I froze my hand near her face “don’t you trust me?” I questioned “yeah” she relaxed her head and bought it forward, taking the eyelash off from her cheek “that is it” I showed her my finger with the eyelash “if you blow it and then you make a wish, it may come true” Robyn’ face softened, like she was trying to be annoyed at me but she isn’t anymore “that is the cutest thing ever Maurice” her hand over her heart “blow it then” Robyn bit her bottom lip smiling, she paused before blowing the eyelash “I did it but it already came true” she sat back on the seat “what was it?” Placing my arm around Robyn “you, but you’re already here with me” god I love this woman so much “you know I’m always here for you” placing my hand over Robyn’ hand, looking down at her hand as held onto mine “your touch alone makes me happy” she kissed my cheek, I’m so blessed with his woman.

Watching Robyn looking out of the window, her head rested just against my chest. She’s been ever so quiet just staring at the New York scenery “where we going?” She finally spoke, my thumb brushing against her hand “to the apartment” I am not staying in the hotel, that will be hectic on so many levels “you live there?” Robyn questioned, she is still staring out of the window of the car “not really, I mean I spend most days. I don’t have a place I stay, I am just here, there and everywhere. I guess Texas is my home, I am there most times” which is true, I have to go back to Texas to report back to my dad. I have been doing it for so long that I don’t see a purpose in it anymore but it’s whatever “so where is Kellen going to stay?” why does she even care about trash “hotel, we will see each other after. For a meal or something” Robyn nodded her head against my chest, even if Robyn is quiet I don’t mind it but I think she is tired. He eyes are very hooded, she is close to sleeping. Staring down at Robyn, watching her fight off her sleep but she is on this losing battle. I guess I am going to be sitting very still to let her sleep, she can sleep if she wants too but I won’t say it because she might just deny it but that was too late, she has fallen sleep.

Malik opened the car door “she legit fell asleep?” I don’t have the heart to wake her but I should truly just wake her up “why don’t you pick her, you think she will wake up?” Shawn said “try it, she looks pretty much asleep” moving my hand away from hers, shuffling away from Robyn a little, her body started to slide down as I moved “huh” Robyn woke up, I knew she would “we are here” I said to her but I got tricked, she fell back to sleep “damn, who made her so tired” Malik said “can you do me a favour? Hold her up, then I can just grab her from the other side” Malik stood on the step “just like hold her still?” nodding my head, Malik grabbed her arm, opening the door on the side and slipping out of the car. “Thank you” I said to Malik as he moved out of the way “no fun in the bedroom tonight nigga” Shawn said but I don’t care, she tired so she can rest. Placing my arm under her legs and one arm on back, slowly picking her out of the car “her snapback” Malik spat, feeling him place it on my head “great, that’s tight as shit but make sure everything is out” walking towards the complex with Robyn asleep.

Closing the bedroom door sighing out, Robyn is so tired. Like I was just messing with her sneakers and she didn’t do anything at all, I didn’t undress her at all. Just the shoes, that would be rude now. If we was married I would have “this apartment is so fucking beautiful, I am so glad you are over there” Shawn said smiling at me “I checked it out before we came, it’s three bedroom and I saw that this bedroom is far away, so it’s private. I got the people I love with me so we good” dapping Shawn “Maurice” Malik said my name laid out on the couch “what’s wrong?” he pulled a face at me “I am struggling, I really need a draw” placing my hands on my hips “don’t make me take you to rehab, just ignore it. You can do it, you’re not fully there with that shit. Come on Malik, or did you take something in Texas?” why was he ok all that time, now he is complaining “Maurice when you was like this, you lied a lot to me. He had some, don’t believe him” staring at Shawn, I want to beat his ass “where is it?” I asked Malik “where is what?” he questioned dumbfounded “where did you fucking put the drugs Malik, don’t fuck me around” he shook his head, storming towards him he was quick to jump off the couch but I gripped the back of his hood on his hoodie “fucking give me it, stop the shit!” dragging back onto the couch “here” he fumbled into his pockets “just here!” he held out out the white powder, his hand shaking “I ain’t going to relax, I am not going to make it” staring at the white powder, swallowing hard. I have not seen this in so long, I have stayed away from this. Not like I am going to have some but the rush came back to me “you two!” Shawn snatched it from him “now I don’t blame you two for having this shit but no, we not doing this. Malik you need to suck it up, you not that deep in this so you can do it” staring at Malik, I know that feeling and I know how he feels.

I am annoyed that my mind just switched, like my pupils dilated just seeing it. I am not that, I am no druggy at all. It’s just the feeling, it’s so freeing “Malik, now that I am calm. You are calm, do you want me to put you into rehab? Or you think you can handle it?” this is why I am keeping him close to me “I can handle it, I think I can. I am not as bad as you, I can” I don’t think he will, when you want the drugs you want them so we shall see “don’t go missing on me now ok? We got a big day together, we doing this together. Malik and Maurice, we together” Malik nodded his head “I need to get some water” he got up from the couch, I don’t want that life for my baby brother. I will be watching him though “what you thinking?” Shawn asked, didn’t even let my brother leave the room “I don’t know, I just don’t trust him. I will see though, I get why he does it. I get why I did it. He really is a spare part, like he feels useless. I am trying to help him, I want him with me” one thing to another with the shit in my life “so what happening with Robyn, how are you balancing your event, family and then Robyn” that’s a very good question “well, I need you and Malik to help me out on this, you both need to just be with her. I think she is not feeling Tiffany, I have spots for y’all at the fashion show” Shawn gawked at me “hold me, you an’t going to be there at all?” biting my bottom lip shaking my head “I am actually very bust but I am going to try, after the even is over I am hers, just that Tina is a demanding bitch, I can’t leave her to Ally. She will be stressed, my dad will be here too and my mom. I need to be there and I need y’all to help, I know it’s a big ask but please” Shawn is not impressed “I wanted to see Tina and her big ole titties but whatever, fine. I will babysit your girl, now if I see that crazy bitch. You know who, I will try my best” Malik walked back in with a bottle of water “you lucky I love you and I love how happy you are” Shawn is the best.

Dragging open the door “making me come all the way here, seriously” busting out laughing, Ally is all uptight “well I am your boss, just get your ass in here” opening the door wider “but I was at home, I said I would send it you! Do electronic signature” she stormed in with the paperwork “is my bae here?” Malik popped his head up from the couch “she is mad, I don’t know why either” Shawn waved at Ally “why is it every time we meet you pissed off?” Shawn said, Ally placed the paperwork down on the kitchen counter top “sign, hurry too. I got my friend outside” snatching the pen from her “I need some beauty sleep before we have this stupid thing” staring down at the paperwork “it’s everything we discussed, sign away” signing the paperwork “how pathetic is this, like this could have been done if you just didn’t run off to Texas, why you stress me out for nothing?” holding the pen out to her “because I don’t like this electronic thing” I shrugged moving back “but we could have seen each other tomorrow, I need my beauty sleep” nodding my head staring at her face “I can tell, please put make-up on too” Ally gasped, hitting my arm with the paperwork “why are you even in this thing? I seen Kellen, you have your own hotel” Ally asked “morning Robyn” my ears perked, looking behind me at Robyn. She is looks half asleep “ooohhh, anyways I am going. Have fun, but if you call me again I will be mad and yes. I will get your suit for you, be awake” Ally walked off, she looked at Robyn again “thank you Ally” I said to her, I can be annoying as shit to her.

Slowly walking over to Robyn “you for real knocked out, you ok?” she didn’t wake up at all “I am ok, I just feel confused. Who put me in bed?” I chuckled “me stupid, who else” touching Robyn’ braided pigtails “well I just can’t believe I fell asleep, thank you. I was very snug in the bed. Are we supposed to be going somewhere?” I find these so cute on Robyn “just for a meal with everyone, you can wear this if you want?” she looks good anyways “you think? I don’t look horrible? I will just redo my make-up a little, who was that? She is pretty” I knew it, I just knew she would say that “that is my assistant” touching the top of my head smiling, I just knew she would have asked “is young and pretty in the resume?” rolling my eyes “she just happened to be good at her job and we can actually laugh, stop assuming things please. Go and get ready, we need to go” Robyn and her overworking mind, she already told before that I may have fucked her, which is totally correct but that was then. We friends, we can get on just fine. I mean she had sex with me and I am married, things happen but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Shawn shook his head at me, this is the only reason why Ally will not go with my brother because of that, I ain’t tell anyone that besides Shawn. I always had my fun on the side.

I felt it, I have worked two night shifts and then on the second night shift in the morning I couldn’t go sleep. I was busy getting ready to come here, I feel dead inside right now. I am very sleepy but I came here for Maurice, I need to stop sleeping but I am about to be falling asleep while I slob on his knob. I mustn’t do that today because the energy I am conserving I do not have right now, Maurice held my hand as we walked towards the the very lavish restaurant. I look terrible, Maurice said to not get ready. He lied to my ass anyways “Mr Davenport, your table awaits” Maurice didn’t even speak, he is well known by just his face. This is a very big insight into his life, it’s different for me. This is like a ballroom, this is terrible and I look a mess, I hate his ass for this. Staring up at the chandelier, the chandelier alone looks like it’s worth millions, it’s beautiful “thank you” Maurice said, he let my hand go and pulled my chair out “thank you” I grinned “you finna pull my chair out too?” Malik said “sit yo ass down boy” Maurice pushed my chair in for me, this is so cute. I mean we are eating with others but it’s kind of intimate. Kellen and his lady bitch was soon behind us, they sat all the way on the other side, least they ain’t close to us.

How the other half live, I mean we have decent money at home but I would never pay for this. I could make this my damn self but in a bigger portion, the food is nice but I mean the shit is overpriced. I can’t believe his ass eats here, he is boujee. I am not this at all, I rather he ordered pizza because no. I rather he didn’t, I don’t want him to pay either because that is wrong but his ass had to be dramatic. The waiter bought the bill in a black wallet, Maurice just dug into his pocket, he didn’t even look at the bill and the waiter certainly didn’t walk off “paying by card sir?” he asked, Maurice nodded his head “I want to pay for what I got, I have not come here to freeload, so let me pay” Maurice glared up at me “stop talking like that, I am paying” looking down the table, is nobody paying “why-” I wanted to say more but I didn’t I remained quiet “it’s fine, I want to pay” this is so wrong, I mean ok about his brother but what about the rest paying, not even an ask.

I feel very annoyed, I don’t know why I feel annoyed but it’s annoying because why should he pay for everyone, I will be speaking about that to him “you have been quiet with me” Tiffany walked her ass over to me, I just want to go back to the apartment “how so?” I asked staring at the cars go by “now, look at you. Robyn I only care about you” Kellen walked behind her, where is Maurice “your care is noted, thank you. You insinuated I am a hoe, me of all people. You’re the last person to ever speak on me being a whore just because I have had sex with Maurice, so what. I am not a fucking hoe, I wasn’t the one sharing myself in college when Kellen wouldn’t give you the time of day, don’t fucking start with me ok. Talking about Maurice is paying me because I put out, Kellen and you are just pathetic. Speak on yourselves, not mine or what I am doing” Tif started at me in shock, not saying a word “it’s not that Robyn, I care about you” Kellen now speak “you do? Ok” waving him off “you are supposed to be my friends, you acting like a bunch of haters. You was both never like this before Maurice, this is bullshit and you both know it. I was happy for you both to be married, be happy for me” Kellen looked at me in sadness “I do, Robyn. I want you to be happy, I am just you know” he can’t even explain himself “they not nice Robyn, that side of the family aren’t nice. Maurice attacked Kellen just because he said something about that family, why you think I don’t know shit about them? I am sorry if you think I am a hater but it is what it is” Tif shrugged saying “whatever, fake asses” Maurice finally walked out of the place “can we go now” I just need to some peace.

[siriuslymoon]

May I request 89 for ThorBruce? I love your writing btw ❤️

Thank you so much! Of course you can 💕💕 89. We’re having a movie night and you fell asleep so in confessed my love to you and what do you mean you’re awake?

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Bruce was not prepared for a social interaction.

And while that statement could be used to sum up his entire existence, on this particular evening it was referring to an avengers movie night.

Tony was still hell bent on introducing Steve and Thor to ‘all the classics’ and everyone else had just been lured in with snacks and comfy sofas.

Bruce liked his friends, he did, and he liked spending time with them- but he was close to finishing a project and every second that he spent away from the lab filled him with guilt and an over all feeling of unease.

So when he stumbled into the kitchen, lab coat singed and overall appearance in disarray; the last thing he needed was to be hauled into a five hour film event.

“I just,” he pointed over at the machine “I just came for coffee”

But Tony shook his head, “cmon Bruce we’ve got a full house tonight, you can’t be the only one left out” he wrapped his fingers around Bruce’s wrist and began to pull him towards the sofas.

Bruce noticed the only available seat would be next to thor and stilled.

He hadn’t showered for a few days and he currently smelt like burning cloth and various chemicals, something he didn’t feel like wafting up the nose of the guy he was crazy about.

“Can I um- can i at least change?” He gestured to his ruined appearance, and tony was about to say he looked fine when Thor cut in.

“Bruce should be comfortable if he is to fully enjoy the movies” everyone nodded and the blonde sent him a small wink, accompanied by a soft smile; Bruce didn’t know which made his heart stop first but either way he couldn’t breathe.

“I guess- alright you’ve got the minutes til we start without you” Tony threw himself down next to steve in the sofa and stole a handful of popcorn.

Bruce began to grin causing Tony to quickly cough around his popcorn and wave his arms.

“No! Bad wording- ten minutes until I come get you and drag you in here” he smiled at the correction and Bruce nodded, turning and heading for his room, doing everything he could to ensure he didn’t trip as he walked out.

He showered quickly using as much scented body wash as his hands could hold, roughly drying his hair afterwards so that it wasn’t dripping down his torso but leaving it damp enough to avoid frizz. He pulled out a sweater he didn’t know he had and a pair of sweat pants, before evaluating himself in the mirror.

His damp curls hung round his face and the sweater slipped from his neck and dangled past his hands, the sweatpants hugging tight in places and sitting looser in others.

He shrugged, and headed back out to the living room, happy to see the seating arrangements hadn’t changed.

“See? Told you he’d be back. And aw bruce you look adorable” tony pointed to where the grey knit skimmed his finger tips and Bruce flushed, mumbling a thank you and scurrying Over to Thor’s side.

The man was warm, even sat at a distance Bruce could feel the waves of heat rolling off him, mixing with his natural scent of rain water and rich royal spices to create a tangible aura.

Bruce leaned in closer, damp hair brushing Thor’s dry jumper, the cotton soaking up the moisture immediately.

“What are we watching?” He adjusted his glasses, smiling lazily at Thor, choking when he returned it.

Thor leant in closer to reply, “I believe we are watching time travellers”

Bruce nodded, turning to see Tony mouth ‘back to the future’

They started the movie, Bruce shuffling to sit as comfortably as he could next to Thor, ignoring the constant hammering in his heart and pulling his knees to his chest; sock covered toes stretched across the free space beside him.

He enjoyed listening to Thor laugh every few minutes, or gasp at the crucial points. It painted a natural smile on Bruce’s face and worked to relax him.

He made it through one film, blinking heavily every few minutes to try and force away the tiredness overcoming him. But when everyone yelled for the next one to be put on he sighed; not wanting to seem like a kill joy he sat there and tried his hardest to stay awake.

But he had gravitated closer to Thor throughout the first film, and the gods steady breathing worked as a lullaby that had Bruce off to sleep within minutes.

No one noticed at first, not until Bruce’s position fell and he slumped against the gods shoulder, inching over into his chest- Thor’s arm immediately curling around him to steady him.

“Should we wake him?” Steve asked, everyone’s eyes now on the sleeping scientists, face so relaxed in slumber it had them all smiling.

“No- he doesn’t get enough sleep. Just turn the volume down a little” Thor told them, pleased when they took his instructions and went back to watching the film.

But Thor couldn’t bring himself to look back at the screen, finding the man in his lap much more interesting.

He moved to take off Bruce’s glasses and brush a curl from his face, laughing softly when He twitched and scrunched his nose up before breathing out and burrowing deeper intoThor’s chest.

Thor ran his hand up and down the mans back following the lines of his spine, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breaths, the gentle fluttering of his eyelashes as he dreamt luring the confession out of him.

“You’re so beautiful” the declaration slipped past his lips, his friends too engrossed in the movie and each other to notice.

But Bruce noticed.

He had began to wake up after someone sneezed, and when he heard thor talk he froze, focusing on keeping his breathing even and his eyes shut.

But then Thor was playing his his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp and letting his curls loop around his fingers.

His breath caught in his chest, heart building with the urge to scream but he did not move.

“You’re so smart, so wonderfully smart” Thor’s hand move this his cheek, cupping his face and running a calloused thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m so in love with you Bruce” he whispered, not even sounding like he meant to say it, as though it was no natural to him, but then quickly finding comfort in the mans unconscious state and knowing that he couldn’t hear him

Except he did.

“You what?”

Thor screamed, the sound ripping from his throat and causing everyone’s hearts to thud uncomfortably.

“Jesus point break, this isn’t a scary movie!” Tony cursed, hand resting over his chest.

Bruce sat up, wiping sleep from his eyes and watching his friends calm down.

“Ahhh dude you woke up Bruce” Clint sighed, scowling lightly at Thor.

“My apologies” Thor mumbled before excusing himself and running from the room.

Why did Bruce say anything, why couldn’t he have just stayed quiet- let thor have his moment.

“I’m gonna head to bed if you guys don’t mind, enjoy your movie” he made sure to blink slowly, and move as though sleep still plagued his body; when in reality he had adrenaline thrumming through his body and had never felt quite so awake.

They muttered a chorus of “nights” and “later’s” and Bruce hurried from the room.

“Jarvis where did Thor go?” Bruce asked, waiting for the reply.

“Mr Odinson is currently on the rooftop, and when asked if he wished to be disturbed- he said he did not”

Bruce nodded, making his way to the rooftop entrance, and finding the door locked.

“I told you” Bruce grinned and how much of an attitude Jarvis could have at times, the whole thing screaming Tony.

“Open the door Jarvis”

“But he-“

“I’ll tell Tony that you let steve in after their fight despite him telling you to lock all the doors” Bruce retorted, smirking to himself and at Jarvis.

“Sir was being a stubborn fool” came the reply, to which Bruce said “and so am I- open it up buddy”

He swear he heard a sigh as the door clicked open, and Jarvis wished him good luck.

Bruce found Thor on one of the chairs Tony had put out there, over looking the sky, the odd bit of stray lighting running through the sky.

“I thought you were asleep” Thor told him, not needing to turn around to know Bruce was stood behind him.

“I was,” bruce nodded “I think Clint sneezed- it woke me up”

It was Thor’s turn to nod.

“I apologise if i have made you uncomfortable, I will leave promptly and forever carry the horrible burden of knowing I caused the destruction of our friendship” his voice was low and heavy, the sky clouding over as he spoke.

“Woah, wait what? Thor I’m not mad at you!” Bruce moved closer, sitting beside him on one of the chairs, though the god still refused to look at him.

“Did you mean it?” Bruce asked, and Thor’s features contorted “why on Midgard would I lie?”

Bruce deflated “I don’t know..”

“Even unconscious- I’d never lie to you bruce I hoped you’d know that” Thor looked sad again, heart broke at the thought of Bruce not trusting him.

Without thinking Bruce grabbed Thor’s hands, squeezing them in his own smaller ones as he rushed out “I do trust you! With my life, I do. I just- didn’t think you’d feel like that”

“Why ever not?” Thor raised an eyebrow, finally looking at Bruce, though now that his gaze was on him Bruce kind of wished he’d look away.

“Because,” he laughed “I’m me and you’re- god Thor you’re… well a god for one thing. And you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever known, no matter how harshly any world treats you you’re always smiling and you make me smile and you’re stunning and…. and you deserve better Thor. You deserve someone like you- if anyone else that perfect even exists”

Thor laughed.

“Why are you midgardians so caught up on what people deserve? Do you think I deserve to be happy?” Thor asked, moving so that his hands cupped Bruce’s instead”

“Of course”

“Then let me be happy with you, you who is just as perfect, more so if anything”

Thor grinned, so wide and bright that Bruce had to look away for a moment to catch his breath.

Until Thor tilted his head up to look at him, an eyebrow raised in question, a question Bruce answered with a nod and then he felt Thor’s smile pressed against his own.

And if Bruce caught an explosion of lighting across the sky before his eyes fluttered shut, well then he must just be imagining things.