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bagopucks · 2 years ago

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T. Zegras - Disheveled Duckling

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

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Word Count: 4.2k

Warning(s): Insecurities, and a tiny tiff

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“Whose decision was it to make Zegras the cover of NHL 23?”

“Tried and failed to make the new face of the league Trevor Zegras.”

“What an absolute joke.”

“Too flashy. Not enough skill.”

“Good thing the Ducks hired another useless player. I was afraid they might actually make the playoffs.”

“Wonder if he has to hold onto sh** when the wind blows”

“His girlfriend need a man’s man?”

“Holy shit!” I slammed the door to the house I’d slowly grown to love. Trevor and Jamie’s.

Jamie’s head shot up from the couch, startled and frightened by both my abrupt arrival and my anger.

“You good?” I heard him chuckle. No doubt nervous. I took my shoes off, locked the door, and turned to look at my boyfriend’s best friend. Silence filled the air around us. Jamie’s nervous smile immediately disappeared.

“It’s impossible.” My shirt was dripping with water, as were my hands. “And you didn’t even come outside to help!”

“Trevor’s car is really that unclean-able?”

“It’s yours! It’s your Jamie! What are you driving through?” His cheeks turned red. Trevor was out for a hockey game, but when I informed him that my work place was trying to schedule a late night meeting, and we hadn’t known how long Jamie was going to be at the doctors office, Trevor said he’d simply take an Uber. I felt bad when Jamie came home five minutes after Trevor had left. So I decided to go out and wash their cars for them. It was a nice day anyway, a little outdoor time hadn’t hurt.

“I don’t know?” I had managed to get Trevor’s car practically spotless before I had waxed it. But Jamie’s was something else. It had tiny asphalt pieces all over. Which was usual on a car, but I couldn’t scrape them away without chipping paint, and they wouldn’t just wipe away either.

The sun had begun setting mere minutes ago. I had given up on Jamie’s car. I was tired, I’d missed more of the hockey game than I wanted to, and now I was simply angry.

“You’re lucky I have a moral compass that says I shouldn’t hit injured people.” I grumbled as I left the living room, walking through the house to find mine and Trevor’s bedroom. I needed a change of clothes. Something comfortable.

I had been getting notifications for a while on my NHL app. I had only stopped to look at a few, but from what I’d seen, the Ducks were losing. Another reason to be stressed. Another reason to worry about my boyfriend.

I met Trevor when he played for the USA hockey team. We just happened to be in the same town and in the same pastry shop the night it happened. He was trying to order a bear claw, and I had let out a rather exaggerated sigh over the fact that it was the last one. We shared it over two cups of iced coffee.

After that, we became friends and remained so for a long time. The year he got drafted into the NHL, it seemed he’d been on enough of an adrenaline rush to ask me out. I said yes. He pursued his dreams while I pursued my own. Our paths of life ran parallel, but close enough to hold hands along our walks.

I’d been around long enough to see Trevor make records in USA hockey, get drafted, play in the AHL, and eventually join the league permanently. I’d also seen the rise and fall of his mentality as those years went by as well.

I couldn’t pinpoint when it truly started, but I would certainly say when the media began pushing to make him the new face of the league. That was when Trevor began to feel the anxiety.

To everybody else, he loved it. To everybody else, he ate up every second of attention he got. He loved the videos online, the commercials, the sponsorships and free stuff. And part of that was true. Trevor did love all of those things.

But people put so much pressure on you when they expect you to be the poster child of anything. It can change people. Hell, Sidney Crosby’s first year in the NHL was spent screaming at any ref he could over a call he didn’t like. Getting misconducts and penalties he ought not to. Good men can fall long ways under immense pressure. But when the spotlight is on you, all people want is to see you fall and fail. People want to see the hero bend and bend and eventually break.

Trevor loved the attention, but he despised the hate. He didn’t like opening his sports news apps to find articles on himself, and not having the impulse control to not read them. He hated posting something on Instagram, and going back to check a comment from a friend, only to find hate surrounding it. He hated hearing people he looked up to all his life’s putting him down left and right. He hated being misunderstood, but not given the platform to express his grievances. He had no right to discuss his feelings. Nobody would listen.

Perhaps that had been what made him feel like he couldn’t come to me. What made him pull away when I could tell he was tense and disappointed. It took me forever to really understand why he would come home looking so defeated. Looking like a parent who should have expected better from their kid. It took me forever to realize how much Trevor hated himself.

I blamed it on the publicity over and over again. They built him up so much, just to tear him back down. And I knew with each loss, there was a new article. A new post. A new video. A new comment.

My hopes were whisked away when I opened the NHL app to see the score. 5-1. Not a good look for the Ducks. Then of course, upon further inspection, opening the live summary of the game, I realized Trevor had his own ten minute misconduct.

I was never happy that he fought. That he got in people’s faces and picked fights with guys who could have pinned him down to the ice in one shove. But I understood somewhat. Trevor was just trying to look out for himself. Trying in his own short tempered way to be heard in a league that would not listen to him. But we both found through time that nobody was on his side other than his team and few friends.

“Jamie!” I tossed my phone down onto the bed as I grabbed a spare shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly changed, the lack of response leading me to assume Jamie was ignoring me. I rolled my eyes as I walked back down the hall, stopping once I was in the living area and over the couch.

Not ignoring, somehow asleep. I worried sometimes about him and his pain medication. He was responsible with it, but I still worried. I gently nudged him. Easy to wake, per usual. And he couldn’t have been out that long.

I nudged Jamie again, watching his eyes flutter open. I gestured for him to move, and he quickly cleared a space for me on the edge of the couch. I sat and took the tv remote, turning the screen on.

“Have you had the game on at all?”

“No.. it’s been.. kinda- stressing me out.” I nodded.

“Trevor got into another fight.” Jamie wasn’t surprised. But he knew as well as I did that Trevor was struggling. On his own little broken sailboat, refusing help because he didn’t want anybody else to be caught up in his storm.

“It should be over by now.” Jamie shifted and sat up, leaning against the arm rest of the couch.

I found the channel and flipped it on. Sure enough, Jamie had been correct. I crossed one of my legs over the other, eyeing up the tv in search of my boyfriend. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed they had kicked him out of the entire arena for the last ten minutes of the game. Banished to the locker room.

I used to love games that took place in the middle of the day. Trevor would come home and we’d have dinner together. Then we’d curl up in bed and whisper for hours until we fell asleep. Now, games in the middle of the day meant there was extra time to avoid aggravating Trevor.

We sat in silence until the goal horn sounded, frustrated Ducks players exiting the ice. It was a waiting game now. One Jamie and I were happy to do together, so neither had to worry about Trevor alone.

“He’ll probably be fine.” Jamie broke the silence with a statement we both knew to be false.

“He hasn’t been fine.” I knew that in my mind, but my heart broke at the first confession of the fact. Trevor had been a wreck of emotions and I hadn’t been able to fix even one of his problems.

And he hid it all so well underneath that big smile. And all those jokes.

Jamie and I returned to silence not long after, but when we caught the headlights through the window, he had been the first to get up to leave.

“You should handle this one.. right?” I gave a nod in approval to his suggestion.

“I’ve got him.”

Jamie retreated to his room after that. Always only one call away if Trevor or I ever needed him. I was supposed to be one call away for Trevor too. Why didn’t he ever dial my number?

I waited for what felt like hours for Trevor to come inside. He never did. So I decided to see what was going on. I unlocked and opened the front door, surprised by the sight of Getzlaf’s car in the driveway. I could just barely make out the silhouette of two figures, one pointing at the other in a manner that looked tense.

I leaned in the doorway, and waited patiently before I was spotted. Getzlaf gestured, and Trevor climbed out of the car. He grabbed his gear from the back, and I heard his voice shout something to his old captain before making his way up the short drive to the door. I wasn’t sure what to say, so instead I stood there, staring at Trevor as his eyes met mine. He looked like he was waiting for something.

“Can I come in?” I was surprised by Trevor’s tone. Playful and lighthearted. I looked skeptical, but I nodded and stepped aside nonetheless.

“I was thinking we could do dinner? I miss that. Maybe- we could try.. like steaks? I know Jamie just got a pack the other day.” Trevor’s always been talkative, but this time it feels off. There was a sound in his voice I didn’t know how to place.

“Trevor I can’t cook steaks.”

“Let me do it.” I stared at him as he shut the door. He hated cooking.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Let me take care of you.” I shrugged. What’s the worst that could happen?

Trevor insisted I sit at the table while he did his thing. I was hesitant, but I allowed him space nonetheless. Trevor tried to talk about the game a bit, but the bitter laugh that occasionally fell from his lips, and the sad sound in his voice usually caused him to stop before he got into any good details. He often stopped his own comments with something like, “guess it doesn’t matter anyway.” And the repetition of the phrase made me feel like it was a media interview. Like he was repeating and repeating just to get me to go away and stop asking questions. I hadn’t asked any in the first place. That’s what he was hesitant about.

“And the misconduct?” I hoped to look disinterested. Like it didn’t bother me, so I looked down at my phone. Trevor never turned to look at me.

“It was bullshit.” I glanced up at him. His shoulders rose slightly.

“What was it on?”

“You didn’t watch?” Trevor turned to look at me, and I don’t know why, but this time he seemed upset. I had missed games of his before… but this was the first in a long time.

“I was a little busy.” I smiled at him, hopeful to keep the clean car a secret until he could see it in the morning.

“No that’s cool..” he shrugged it off and turned back to the stove. It was definitely not cool, not to him, but he wanted to move on. So we moved on.

I listened to Trevor occasionally mumble under his breath about whatever he was making, the sweet smell of cooked meat filling the kitchen along with the sound of the sizzle of two steaks on the pan. I was certain I hadn’t missed out on Trevor learning how to cook.

Once they were finished, my boyfriend beckoned me over, and I was quick to join his side. He cut a piece and I waited for it to cool off before biting the tender piece of meat off the knife he held. At first it was perfect. Then it was oddly sweet. I made a face. Trevor noticed.

“What’s wrong with it?”

My eyes searched the various items and ingredients strewn across the counter. When I noticed it, I giggled.

“Trevor,” I nodded my head toward the container I used for sugar. I never labeled it because I knew what it was, and the boys didn’t use the big box of sugar I had set aside for baking.

“That’s sugar.” His face fell for a split second. Then he started to laugh. I thought about joining him before it all just felt off. Trevor’s eyes quickly adopted a glazed over look, his smile falling into a frown as the laughter ceased and an overwhelming look of grief overcame his features.

Trevor shook his head before turning the stovetop off. I reached for him while he reached for his keys in his pocket.

“Where do you wanna eat?”

“Baby no. We’ll fix this.”

“I don’t want to. Where do you want to eat?”

“Trevor.”

“I said I don’t want to!”

We didn’t get into fights much. We didn’t like to, but I couldn’t keep disregarding his feelings for his comfort. Something had to give.

“I love you, but you’re gonna sit your ass down and talk to me Trevor.”

“Fuck this.” He shook his head, tossing his keys onto the counter and turning to walk away.

“Trevor!” I snapped and followed him. “I am so sick of seeing you so- so sad! You have to talk to me!”

“I don’t!”

“Then who are you going to talk to? Huh?” Because I knew he was horrible at opening up.

“I don’t know! Nobody fucking listens!” I followed him all the way into our room, pushing the door shut behind myself.

“I’m listening!” I was desperate. “Trevor, I’m right. Here.” He turned to look at me. His anger eased into a blank stare, and it seemed my offer brought everything crashing down at once.

We stared each other down. Both waiting for the other to give up or make some kind of move.

“I’m so tired.” Trevor’s voice quivered, his lips pulling into a frown I hated to see. His eyes fell to the floor.

“Everybody’s so…” he drew in a breath. “Too much- it’s all too much.” Trevor sat down on the side of our bed, his head fell into his hands. “They hate me.”

There was a little kid in there. Devastated. Heartbroken that his heroes wanted him gone. That kids parents didn’t deem him a good role model. That he was ruining his own track record by trying to stay afloat. Trying to survive when nobody respected him. When refs pushed him around and legends dragged his name through the mud. Trevor just wanted to live his dream. He had fun before all the publicity. He didn’t need it, but it was forced on him.

“Nobody hates you.” I slowly made my way over, raking my hands through his hair. Trevor lifted his head to look at me, his brow furrowed and his cheeks red.

“Everybody does! I don’t want to be the guy everybody hates!” Trevor raised his voice, but I couldn’t be bothered to be upset. This was only the tip of the iceberg.

“They liked me..” his voice dropped to a mere whisper. My brow furrowed as I rested my hands on his cheeks, prepared to wipe tears as they began to fall.

“Huh?” I met his volume, Trevor closed his eyes tightly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“They liked me.. and I ruined it.” Sure, he hadn’t been perfect, but even the aggressive egotistical asshole players had fans. This wasn’t Trevor’s doing. This was the media realizing they failed and then deciding to spin his story. To make him a villain.

“It’s all my fault.” His words were interrupted by a broken gasp, I guided his head to lean against my stomach, pushing a sigh past my lips as I tried not to get too emotional.

“Trevor, this is not your fault.” I ran one hand through his hair while the other held his head.

“I just can’t- fuck!” His voice was muffled in my shirt. “I don’t want this.” I glanced down at him again, my hands travelled to his jaw to move his head from my body.

Trevor’s eyes met my own. So sad. So lost. So broken.

“I don’t want hockey if it comes with all this shit.” He tried to bury his head back against my body, but I held his jaw tightly.

“Trevor.” I carefully moved forward, resting my legs on the bed on either side of his own. I sat on his thighs and pulled Trevor in for a tight hug. His hands gripped the sides of my shirt.

“You just have to be patient. They’re gonna test you.” I whispered against his ear as his head buried in the crook of my neck.

“They test me every day.” I sighed. I didn’t know how to help. “I mess everything up.. they don’t want me. They want somebody who can actually get shit done. They want somebody bigger and faster.. and stronger. They want what I’m not.”

I rubbed at his back with one of my hands.

“Trevor, nobody gives a shit about your weight.” I had never heard a single thing on it before. Sure, maybe his mom made a comment or two about how skinny he was, but it was more so commentary when she was trying to feed him. It never had anything to do with his job.

“Yes they do.” He was insistent. I knew this was a projection. Him trying to find a reason to blame himself for something he couldn’t help. Not everybody gained muscle easily. It wasn’t a bad thing. But to him it was. To him, it was embarrassing.

“I think you look great already. If you get too big, then you can’t lay on top of me any more.”

“That’s not the point.” My joke crash landed. It only seemed to frustrate Trevor more. “People just.. they say shit.” I rested one of my hands on Trevor’s forearm while I worked the other through his hair.

“Like what?”

“That I can’t keep up.. that I’m too scrawny. I need to ‘build up.’ But I can’t! I try and I can’t! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” He sounded desperate. Desperate for answers I didn’t have.

“It’s genetics Trev. It’s not something you can help.” I knew he tried a million different things. Nothing ever worked. And I knew how hopeless he could get when he’d go to take a peek in the bathroom mirror, and see absolutely no progress. Trevor never had an issue with his body until people started saying things about it.

He’d always wanted to get bigger, but he was patient before. He was willing to really take his time. Now one comment could leave him in the gym for more hours on end than he ought to be in there for. One chirp left him laid down next to me in bed with a shirt on and a pair of pants, curled in on himself like it would somehow make him and his insecurities any less noticeable.

“Or maybe I just shouldn’t be playing hockey. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it.” His sadness had shifted into acceptance. Like he was ready to give up.

“They drafted you Trevor. People talked about you forever. People were elated to have you in the league.”

“Yeah. Were.“

“They still are.” I sighed. “So you have an attitude? They’ll get over it. You know how many people have said they love you? They love your personality, and your talent? You’re a new version of the game. A new type of style everybody is going to know you for.” I moved my hand from Trevor’s hair. I gently traced his jawline with my fingers, holding my breath at the sight of my disheveled duckling.

“What if it never gets better?” Trevor had thought about this more than I realized. I shook my head.

“It will. There’ll be some new hotshot they’ll idolize and attack. Some new player who takes a downward spiral that they decide to torture. This won’t be you forever.. you just have to stay strong while it happens. Okay?”

“I just wanted to play hockey..” exhaustion was evident in his tone. I allowed Trevor to rest his head on my shoulder again, his breaths were heavy from trying to hold back the tears that hadn’t fallen.

“It’ll all work itself out, Trev.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “They did the same thing to Jack.. they did the same thing to Crosby. You just have to handle it better.. that’s all. You know I love you, I just think they get under your skin too easy.”

“I know.” Trevor sighed.

“You have to remember to calm down sometimes. Nobody’s ever going to listen if all you do is yell and fight.”

“That’s what Getz said.” I had been curious, but at no point did I consider asking what Getzlaf had said to Trevor. It hadn’t been my place. But I was happy Trevor told me nonetheless. It was reassuring to know somebody else was telling him the same things.

“You need a stress ball out there or something.” I joked softly, running my hand through Trevor’s hair one last time before I rested my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back so I could see him.

Trevor mustered a sad smile at my words.

“Maybe you just need to chew on your glove like Jack.” I added, trying to go two for two. It seemed that comment earned a giggle from him.

“Or reach out and talk to him.” My tone took up a more serious sound. Trevor pursed his lips and nodded. “You guys don’t talk as much as you should. He probably gets jealous of Jamie.”

I went three for three the second I noticed Trevor’s smile widen, his eyes squinting as well when he laughed.

Silence enveloped our own little world. I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. Trevor seemed to finally relax.

“We’re gonna be okay,” I whispered as I gently placed my hands on his chest. Trevor picked up the cue to lay back as I propped myself up over him.

“And I love you.” I added softly, pressing a kiss to his collar. “And Jamie loves you,” Trevor smiled again. “And your mom, and your siblings, and your dad. And all of your friends all scattered about.” I climbed off of Trevor and slipped off the bed. He looked confused before sitting up to look at me, eventually standing as well.

“You don’t have to be perfect.” He stepped closer, resting his hands on my sides as my own slipped beneath his shirt to hold his hips. “Nobody needs you to become a body builder.” I continued. Trevor nodded slowly. “And nobody needs you to lose that attitude.” I wrapped my arms around his body beneath his shirt, gently scratching his back. His weakness. He loved back scratches. “Just keep being the Trevor I know and love. Just be yourself, okay? Everything comes after that.”

And everything did come after that. I didn’t want Trevor to lose himself or his confidence because of others.

After I got him settled, Trevor and I had cleaned the mess in the kitchen and I took him out for a quick dinner. We ate on some curbside, talking and laughing over nonsense. When we did get home, I had checked up on Jamie, prepared to ask if he was hungry before I found he’d been asleep. After that, I slipped back into our room and got settled in bed with him, flipping through streaming services until we found something to fall asleep to.

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#nhl imagine #trevor zegras #nhl x reader #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine

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flowerbloom-arts · 8 months ago

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Reconciling the age difference of the books but also the plots from the comics for an adaptation is such an interesting thing to think about when pertaining to Mymble Jr and Snorkmaiden's friendship.

I love the immediate solidarity they form when discussing, ahem, "liking to be carried off", but when you factor in the rough ages of their characters in the books it gets interesting.

Moominpappa says he doesn't remember his age in MP's Memoirs, but if we flip back to Exploits of MP he says that at the time of writing he's 39 years old and turning 40 in August of that year. If Moominpappa had to actively run away from the Foundling Home instead of just aging out of it, that would make him under 18 when he joined the Oshun Oxtra.

When we meet Mymble Jr in Memoirs, she seems marginally younger than even Moominpappa but has developed a want to gain independence from her family, which... Probably places her as younger than MP but not by too much, I personally picked 6 or 7 years younger but I dunno I haven't concretely decided on that.

And then there's Snorkmaiden who is decidedly a child in Comet in Moominland and Finn Family Moomintroll along with the rest of her friends, whether she's prepubescent or a tween is hard to say but she is a child.

I imagine in my personal book x comic timeline the adaptation of Moomin's Desert Island would take place after Finn Family but before MP gets sick and decides to write his Memoirs, serving as a true introduction to Mymble Jr as the Moominparents' peppy old friend who got rescued from drowning and dragged into their island adventure.

Mymble Jr and Snorkmaiden always have this cute solidarity/friendship between them and I think adding such an age difference would add another layer to their dynamic, that their similarities would stem from Snorkmaiden following Mymble as the only person who really gets her in this deeply fundamental way. And while they're both absolute messes of people they greatly support eachother in their wacky romantic endeavors and get into silly tiffs in which Snorkmaiden doesn't realistically have a moral chance but it's all in good fun, because Mymble taught her that romance is supposed to be plain fun and games, just as Mymble learned from her mother.

#moomins #moominvalley #art #moomin snorkmaiden #the snorkmaiden #snorkmaiden #the mymbles daughter #moomin mymble #the mymble's daughter #mymble jr #hodgepodge and mudslide #moomin comics #I've been thinking about Snorkmaiden n Fuzzy n the characters around them alot bc of my fic so yeah

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morurui · 5 months ago

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Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory Arcane AU Part 1

I’ve been mulling over this AU for a while now and I’ll put the info in read more so it doesn’t take over my home page, but I would like to thank @mangosaurus and @theobscuredigit for helping me sort out my thoughts and bounce off ideas regarding the AU! Also this mostly covers act 1 of Arcane so I’ll probably do another part of this covering acts 2 and 3.

I’ve been working through what characters would fit which roles in the arcane universe and I’ve finally come to a somewhat solid conclusion on where I’m taking this AU if I decide to do more about it in the future (or it’s just this one off thing, maybe I’ll write a fic about it. I’m unsure), so here we go!

Yaz -> Vi- A head strong and athletic young girl who lost her mom due to a tragic conflict between the Undercity and Piltover. She’s the leader of a rag tag group of fellow orphans, those of which greatly admire her. While she may put on an act of having everything together she’s extremely terrified of letting those she loves down, especially her adoptive younger brother Ben who is the most important person in her life.

Ben -> Powder- Yaz found Ben all alone during the conflict that took the lives of the twos parents, and from that day forward Yaz became Ben’s protector and sister. Although, timid, Ben is determined to prove he can pull his own weight within the group. However, his attempts often fail leading disastrous consequences, which Yaz and the others have to end up resolving. The only person that Ben believes doesn’t see him as a burden is his best friend, Darius.

Mae -> Vander- Adoptive mother of both Ben and Yaz, she found the two during the conflict between Piltover and the Undercity. She also takes care of two other children she found during the aftermath and is well respected in the Undercity, due to her not so savory past. She now tries to keep the peace between the two nations, while also struggling to manage the rebellious children under her care.

Kenji -> Mylo- One of the other two children under Mae’s care. Unlike everyone else in the group who are orphans, Kenji was abandoned by his father after his mother passed away, using the chaos of the conflict going on in the Undercity as a way to make a clean break. Kenji greatly admires Yaz, and hopes to be someone that can proudly stand by her side, however his cockiness and laziness get the better of him. While he does care for Ben, he ends up giving the kid a hard time due to how often he messes up jobs. He believes that Ben somehow hexes the group whenever he joins them on outings.

Sammy -> Claggor- One of the other two children under Mae’s care as well as Yaz’s girlfriend. During the conflict, Sammy was separated from her parents and later found out they were killed during it. With no where else to go, she finds Mae and gets taken in by her. While trying to keep things positive in the group, it’s clear that she share the same hatred for those in Piltover as her friends, citing them as the reason why she lost everything.

Darius -> Ekko- Best friend of Ben as well as the son of the local pawn shop owner, he supplies tips he hears from his dad’s shop about wealthy customers to his friends. He highly respects Ben and motivates him to keep trying even when he wants to give up, being a guiding light in Ben’s life.

Brooklynn -> Caitlyn- The daughter of one of Piltover’s councilman. Her biggest dream is to investigate the inside details of Piltover and the Undercity’s rocky relationship and hope to achieve this by becoming one of the cities top enforcers in the future. She also assists Henry Wu in his work from time to time as he was taken under her families wing.

Here are the other roles that I don’t feel like writing descriptions for as of this moment but probably will if I go more into depth with this AU

Dr. Wu -> Jayce

Eddie -> Viktor

Daniel -> Mel

Tiff-> Silco

Mitch -> Sevika

Bumpy -> idk she can be heimerdinger or something

If I had better art skills I would draw designs for everyone, but alas I only use my drawing ability for shitty memes.

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girl4music · 1 year ago

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Just read the ‘Last Chance’ script again.

It literally is a piece of femslash fanfiction.

It’s both a musical and a doppleganger episode and so you can only imagine the gay shenanigans that would happen between the lookalikes that are actual lovers.

From Xena Wiki. Source: https://warriorprincess.fandom.com/wiki/Last_Chance

“Scheduled for February 2001, but never shot. This was the infamous Sappho episode. Written by Robert Tapert and Melissa Good, it was to be directed by Mark Beesley. K.D. Lang apparently agreed to guest star.

Synopsis

Sometime during her life as a mortal, Aphrodite "stole" Sappho from the Muses because she wrote, like, such kickin' love poetry. The Muses got back at Aphrodite for the "kidnapping" by casting a spell on Aphrodite's son. The spell was one of celibacy, which, of course, is a major bummer for Aphrodite. Aphrodite decides to get her son "un-celibate" by getting him to go to Lesbos to groove on some Sappho love poetry.

The problem is that Sappho (Renee) has "lost the muse". She and her partner (in *every* sense) Morai (Lucy) have been fighting a great deal. Having creative differences, in other words. Sappho hasn't been giving Morai enough credit in the partnership, and in the end, Morai (a meek woman) leaves, during the time that they're getting ready to put on a play called "Love Bites".

Aphrodite, seeing her plans for her son going seriously awry, goes to two people she hopes will help her. Xena and Gabrielle. She breaks in on a jam session with Xena and Gabrielle. Gabrielle is trying to write a song, and Xena keeps on putting her two cents in. Gabrielle finally asks Xena to just shut up and sing it already. And we hear the first lines of Last Dance.

Aphrodite "pops in", interrupting them. She then asks them if they'd fill in briefly for Sappho and Morai while she goes after the two to try and get them back together. After a few moments, Xena and Gabrielle agree to Aphrodite's scheme, and travel to Lesbos.

They get there, and of course, everyone mistakes Gabrielle for Sappho, and ignore Xena (masquerading as the meek and mild Morai). The play is down to the last moments, almost ready to be put on, but the ending isn't even done. Xena and Gabrielle need to stall until Aphrodite can get the real Sappho and Morai back so that they can finish the play that she hopes will break her son's celibate spell.

Mistaken identity hijinx ensue, with Gabrielle loving the accolades and Xena getting more and more pissed off because people are treating her like a somewhat brain damaged dog. Xena and Gabrielle get into a small (minor) tiff because Xena is upset, but eventually things get back to "normal".

Meanwhile Sappho and Morai have taken a canoe/camping trip into nature in order to work out the kinks and get the muse back so they can finish the play. Unfortunately, that flops, as does the canoe, so Sappho and Morai wind up back at Sappho's home, where they run into, literally, Xena and Gabrielle. However, it's kinda funny the way it happens.

See, Xena, walks into Sappho's boudoir thinking Sappho is Gabrielle. Sappho is instantly entranced by Xena's bearing, and *especially* her leather. Xena is a bit taken aback by Gabrielle's forwardness, especially since they've just had another small arguement and Xena left the party.

Meanwhile, the REAL Gabrielle is in another room when Morai comes in (thinking it's Sappho) and wanting to make up with her partner. She takes off Gabrielle's boots and offers to read her some poetry before they go to bed. Poetry? Gabrielle wants to know where Xena (who she thinks Morai is) got the henbane and how much did she take?

Both sets of doubles eventually find out that they're not who the other thinks they are, and all four collide in the hallway outside the bedroom. After the surprised introductions are over, Sappho offers to have Xena (who she REALLY likes) and Gabrielle to share the bed with she and Morai. Gabrielle declines and Xena and Gabrielle go into Sappho's workroom, where they settle down for some "pillow talk". (In the script, and yes, they're sharing a bed).

They each talk about how they knew the double wasn't who they thought they were after a short time and then go to sleep. Xena wants to leave, figuring that with Sappho and Morai back, their mission is done, but Aphrodite convinces them to stay on a bit longer. Which is a good thing, because Sappho and Morai argue again and Morai runs away.

The play is ready to go on with Senhel and Avian in attendance, but without Morai (who is playing several parts), what can be done? In steps Xena to fill Morai's spot while Gabrielle runs off to find the runaway poet and to convince her to return to Sappho's side.

Then the Donkey Show part of this ensues, with all the disco tunes you heard about. It's as confusing as the real Donkey Show is, and I really can't do it justice, but basically it's about three couples (each played by Lucy and Renee) some who love each other, some who want one but the other doesn't want them back.

Aphrodite thinks this play, sampling the "many flavors of looooove" is just the ticket to get Senhel to see the error of his ways. They start out, but at first, Sappho is upset because while she *really* likes Xena, the reverse isn't true. Xena's not interested, and Sappho thinks she's falling down on the convincing job (to the audience).

They go along in the play and Aphrodite pops in again, and sees that her son is completely unmoved. Morai (who really DOES love Sappho) still isn't back yet, so Aphrodite pleads with Xena to "please, just fake it" with Sappho so that Senhel will get the picture. Faced with the alternative (failure) Xena decides to "fake it" and starts becoming more steamy with Sappho during the songs such as "Love to Love You Baby", "Knock on Wood", "Don't Leave Me This Way" and the like.

Gabrielle, meanwhile, has convinced Morai to give Sappho one more try, and brings her back to the playhouse just in time to see Xena pin Sappho to a set piece on stage and kiss the living daylights out of her. Morai is upset. Gabrielle is kinda upset. Senhel is falling asleep (because, obviously, what's going on up on stage is not love, just lust).

Morai begins to sing "I Will Survive" to Sappho and then leaves. Gabrielle leaves with her. The audience begins to leave.

"WAIT!" shouts Xena, and tosses her chakram to close the doors to keep the audience from leaving. Then she begins to sing, to Gabrielle, the song they wrote together. Which, of course, is Last Dance. As she hears it, Gabrielle stops. Then turns. Then, as Xena continues to sing, she begins to approach Xena until they wind up holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

Then, as the song fades, they hug. Then they look over at Senhel, who is STILL unmoved. So then, and this is from the script:

“Xena and Gabrielle kiss with deep and sincere passion.” Everyone stares, entranced.

When they finally come up for air, Senhel is on the floor, the spell broken because he has finally seen true love. As the song begins again, Avain kisses Senhel, Morai kisses Sappho, and everyone is happy again.”

#xena warrior princess #last chance #script #musical #doppleganger #xena and gabrielle #xena #morai #lucy lawless #gabrielle #sappho #renee o'connor #this script is so gay im not even sure it would be allowed to be seen on tv today never mind in the 90’s/early 2000’s #the collar and leash dom/sub thing is insane #rob tapert was insane #y’all don’t even know what gay is until you’ve read this script #for the love of aphrodite #this is literally femslash fanfiction #I love the xena creators/cast/crew so much

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valentine-cafe · 11 months ago

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ohhh if this is ok, could i pls request the two corrupt gods forcing reader to cuddle w them? maybe reader between them? just mmm possessive forced proximity

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“I don’t wish to be near either of you right now.”

Your words shocked even yourself as you stood your ground against two beings who rose long before your lineage. Beings of mass destruction who you have since come to know as your tender lovers. Gentle, passionate, affectionate — well, as long as you stayed put within the cottage, that is.

At first it was little coaxes. Changing of topic whenever you’d try to bring it up and what you can only now assume to be gaslighting. Yet as you grew more firm in your wants to roam the outside world and return to your hometown, their tender eyes and convincing smiles grew dimmer. Darker. Arguments spouted, tiffs were made.

And here you stand now, fists clenched at your side and eyes staring down the two calamities who tower over you with ease. Not a word is mentioned. All you feel is their stare, empty and blank in a way that made your heart flutter. Not in the good way. A part of you almost wishes to swallow those words back in. To apologise and swear you were only joking — yet your pride stands strong.

With your mind made-up, you take a step in the opposite direction; trying to hold your head high and steady your breathing as you venture to find your way to the study.

Not a movement.

Had they heard you?

Perhaps you have been let off the hook. Perhaps you have gotten through to them.

Yet those thoughts of relief all shatter within the span of seconds when a rough hand snatches your wrist and a harsh shove leaves you reeling into the sofa. The same dark-nailed hand now placed over your waist as emerald eyes peer down at you, challenging you to defy.

“The hell you are.”

Copper glitter covered hands grab onto your wrists, not even allowing you the chance of trying to fight back or push either of them away — as if you would stand much of a chance even if you did have the strength. You know it’d end up with the other grabbing onto you and suddenly you would be back on the sofa.

“That is sweet.” Talisen hisses, yet that calm and ever so loving smile stays upon his face. Copper-maroon eyes instead being the mirror that reveals the irritation that rips through his entire being from the inside. “But you know that you are not leaving. Even if you tried, and you can kick and scream all you wish baobei. You can bite and claw at us as much as your heart begs you to, but you are not leaving.”

A huff leaves the other, his hands still squeezing tightly onto your waist as he pushes you further into the couch. None of your whines or sobbed out begs have an effect on them as they usually do. As a matter of fact, they only seem to enhance the tension and irritation from the both of them.

Why are you so insistent on leaving?

Have they not given you everything? Are they not giving you everything?

Alessio leans his face down to your ear as he slings his left leg over your body, slowly straddling you to trap you beneath him. His voice whispering so sweetly into your ear while his grip tightens the moment he feels you attempt to squirm.

“Amor, why’re you doing this to us? Are we not doing good enough? Are we not giving you enough, eh? We just want you to be happy and you’ll only be happy here, you know tha — stop squirming for fucks sake or I’m gonna cast a petrifying spell on you.” He hisses and gives you a small shake before wrapping himself around you and holding you close, ignoring the frantic cries and wriggling.

A pair of lips find yours to hush the sharp whines escaping your throat, forcing you to calm down as another pair of arms wrap around you. This renders you trapped in-between both of your lovers. Breaths steadying but mind fighting to throw itself out of the false security it is being tricked into believing.

“Shhhhh. . . Amor, thoughts that loud aren’t going to get you far.”

“Let go —”

“No,” long arms wrap around your waist and the copper freckles along it glimmer in the dim room. Talisen lowers his head to rest upon your lap, his dark hair brushing up against your skin as he gives your thighs a small nuzzle. “If you keep fighting back — if you keep denying our love for you. . .”

The shaky exhale from him was a far cry from his usual serene behaviour. A break in façade, you could only assume. One that promised an unknown threat that left your heart pounding faster against your chest.

Or else what?

Those tender lips of his press against your thigh when he turns his face to nuzzle into them further and he gives a little nip of warning as his large hands squeeze around your supple flesh. “Is it too much to ask for your undying love and affection? Do we not provide you with all that you ever need?”

A small scoff leaves him and those copper-maroon eyes grow cold in a glare towards the tears threatening to trickle down your face. “Your theatrics will not work here. We are only keeping you safe. . .” Another squeeze to your thighs, this time his long, sharp nails graze along your skin.

“You wish to be safe, do you not?”

The sharp undertone leaves your breath hitching and you involuntarily gulp. This brings a chuckle from the other rhytaari who has his strong arms looped around your middle and his head set against your shoulder. Despite the rough treatment, he still ensures that his large, dark horns do not accidently cause you injury.

“You know. . .” Alessio’s cold lips press against the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder — easing a few kisses along your skin before a wet feeling meets the base of your throat. His elongated pink muscle trails up the line of your neck, meeting the swell of your adam’s apple before he presses a more tender kiss beneath your jaw.

“That fear of yours,” you feel a squeeze around your torso and bite down into your lip as his lulling whispers fill your ears. “Is simply delicious. . .”

It sends waves of warmth through you. Not in the kind of way you’d want it to, however. It annoys you, so very deeply — triggering an itch deep inside of you that simply cannot be reached. It annoys you, that they can eat away at your fears, anger and touch you so lovingly.

Sometimes you’ve convinced yourself that they do it intentionally. Get you to these kinds of points where you simply snap. Just so that they can watch as you spiral from anger into this deep settled fear of them doing something to you that could scar you, not physically necessarily. It could always involve your soul. . .

Alessio’s hand finds its way to your heart, while the other lowers down to grip your hip tightly, squeezing it. His nails digging into the soft skin. “Why you think I would ever do something to your soul truly wounds me amor,” he hums quietly, still smiling as his lips trail up to yours. However they fall into a scowl as you move your head away.

He wasn’t having that and with the hand on your heart flicking up to grab you by your jaw, he snaps your head back to look at him, pressing his lips against yours with frenzied passion. A small sob escapes you once again as you feel the long copper nails of the other rhytaari tear through the skin of your thighs, leaving small droplets of blood to trickle down them.

Oh and how shivers find their way down your spine as Talisen’s freezing cold tongue begins licking away the blood and when he has finished licking away the scratches, he puts his head onto your lower abdomen and sighs quietly. Losing himself in your eyes, as Alessio continues to kiss you breathless.

A tune lulls you into slumber. One where when you wake up from it, you will remember none of these events — memories trapped away somewhere in your mind, so that you can stay here with them and continue being their happy little lover.

“You know we’re doing this because we love you amor.”

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ladykettlechips · 12 days ago

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Beautiful Mess - Part 4

Part 4 of Beautiful Mess is here and, after realising it's gonna be at least 5 chapters long, I have decided to just make it a fic of its own on AO3. No point continuing to add it to 'Fools in Love' when it's basically got this many chapters. I love writing this so much! Sadly this chapter has 0 Kanthony interaction, but we do get Benedict back and Kate being in denial as per.

This is not perfect, I need to edit and such but I really do love writing this little fic. It's so relaxing for me. Okay, I will shut up now. Hope you all enjoy!

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Kate began avoiding the Bridgertons after New Years. She couldn’t bring herself to see them, not if it meant the possibility of running into Anthony.

She just couldn’t do that to herself. Couldn’t bear the thought of watching him live his life, free of any and all desire to love; free of the obligation of being tied down and living a life where he would undoubtedly be loved.

Kate didn’t deserve to suffer, not when she loved him so much. Not when it was so very clear that he did not love her.

Except the Bridgertons were persistent, namely Benedict and Violet. Every other day she would get a text from Benedict asking when they would hang out while Violet, not as persistent but still hopeful, would call Kate semi-often with a casual mention about how she looked forward to their next stint at afternoon tea.

Of course Kate missed them and wanted to see them both again; they were her friends. She just couldn’t run the risk of seeing Anthony again and only wishing that he felt the same way about her as she did for him.

So she made an excuse. Then another, and then another. She kept making them until it became all too easy to lie, waiting for the day their calls and texts would stop.

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For a little over a month Kate was successful.

For almost two months Kate tried her best to heal her broken heart.

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“This is getting ridiculous, didi.”

Lifting herself up by the elbows from her spot in bed, Kate saw the way Edwina had folded her arms as she stood in the doorway and heard the aggravated huff clear in her voice as she stared at Kate, long and hard. It was so very like their mother, disappointment emanating from her petite form.

Fluttering her eyes closed with a sigh, Kate flopped back on the bed and rolled over until her back was turned to her sister.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Edwina hissed, marching over to the bed and pulling the covers away. “It’s been nearly two months, now; you should really get over whatever tiff you and Anthony had and go see Benedict. He’s miserable without you!”

Shivering against the chill of her room, Kate slid her arms around her legs and tucked her knees to her chest. Squeezing her eyes tight, she willed the tears not to slide down her cheeks as she felt the mattress dip when Edwina sat down while a soothing hand began to stroke her knotted curls.

There was quiet for a moment as Edwina – sweet, gentle Edwina – soothed Kate, her warmth close and understanding even if she was still disappointed, perhaps even hurt by her sisters adamant silence.

Finally, after what might have been minutes but seemed like an age, Edwina heaved a heavy sigh and retracted her hand.

“Look,” she said, her voice quiet and soothing but still careful. “I don’t know what happened between you and Anthony but, whatever it is, you shouldn’t punish Benedict. He’s your friend, did; he doesn’t deserve to be iced out.”

The mattress felt lighter a moment later and before Kate could look up, her eyes already wet with tears, she knew that Edwina had already left.

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After an hour or two to herself, Kate finally rolled out of bed, wiped her eyes and nose, took a shower and dragged a comb through her hair. Then, with shaking hands she grabbed her phone and tapped out a quick message.

It didn’t take long for the receiver to respond.

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“Oh, thank God you’re alive!” Benedict exclaimed the moment he saw Kate walk through the cafe doors and, practically running towards her, bowled Kate over as he enveloped her in his arms.

Stumbling at the sheer force of her friends embrace, Kate quickly found her footing and gingerly wrapped her own arms around Benedict and allowed her head to fall against his chest as relief washed over her.

As he held her close Kate couldn’t hold back her sigh. Taking in his scent, his warmth and the clear worry he had held for her, Kate was dimly aware of his hold on her tightening, a comforting squeeze that was there to remind her he was there and, perhaps, to stop her from leaving him all too soon.

A minute or so passed before Benedict felt safe to pull away, though he kept hold of her still, his hands gripping Kate’s upper-arms tightly. Staring back at her, concern evident in her eyes, Benedict’s mouth began to twist into a grim smile.

“Where’ve ya been, loca?”

Before she could stop herself, Kate was in peals of laughter; she couldn’t help it. For the first time in ages, she felt light, free of worry… happy.

Shooting him a playful glare, Kate slapped a hand against his shoulder and giggled. “Of all the shit films you could quote,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You chose Twilight?”

A slow, lazy grin broke across Benedict’s face. “Well, Kate, much like Bella in New Moon, you kind of fell off the face of the Earth for a while there. It felt fitting, I suppose.”

Kate’s stomach dropped. She should have never kept Benedict at arms length. He was her friend, for crying out loud.

Before she could blurt out an apology, Benedict had wrapped an arm around Kate’s shoulder while he guided her towards the table he had commandeered. Pulling out the chair across from his own seat, Kate sank into it with a small smile while Benedict sat back down, his smile blindingly bright.

“I got you a chai,” he said, nodding towards the steaming cup that sat in front of Kate. It smelled divine, of course; Benedict would never skimp on a quality chai for Kate. Of course, that only made her feel all the more guilty for shutting him out when it really wasn’t his fault she had caught feelings for his older brother.

And if she thought she couldn’t feel any guiltier, the git had to go ahead and reach for her hand across the table.

“I missed you,” he said, his voice all too honest and his eyes far too earnest. Squeezing her palm gently in his, Benedict’s smile softened a little as he breathed a sigh. “Whatever Anthony said, whatever he did, please know I’m sorry. I swear, the twit doesn’t think before he speaks sometimes.”

A lump formed in Kate’s throat. Oh, crap. Did Anthony’s family really think he was to blame for Kate suddenly disappearing? Was he letting them?

Swallowing both her pride and the lump, Kate managed to mumble “I wouldn’t say it’s all his fault…” before Benedict interrupted with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, you know better than anyone what an ass he is.” Shaking his head, Benedict shot her a rueful smile, his eyes alight with mirth. “Besides, it’s not as if you shagged him, or anything. Only then would I believe your partly at fault, too.”

The silence that followed was absolutely deafening. Benedict, whose smile had been so bright just moments before, began to slip as Kate stared back at him, wide-eyed and tight-lipped as a hot, furious blush flooded her entire face.

Kate was certain that, had she been drinking her chai, she would have choked on it. In fact, if Benedict had been drinking his paltry tea, he would have choked on it, too.

“Oh,” he whispered, his own eyes growing wider by the moment. “Oh. My. God.” His grip on her hand tightened as he lurched forward, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline before finally choking out a disbelieving “You shagged my bloody brother!?”

Finding the strength to finally move, Kate wrenched her hand from Benedict’s grasp.

“Yes, yes,” she sputtered, almost certain she looked like an overly ripe tomato. “I slept with Anthony, okay? It happened, it’s done, now be quiet.” she hissed, folding her hands in her lap as she chanced a quick glance around the café. Thankfully few people were paying attention to them, which meant Benedict’s outburst had not been as loud as she thought it was.

For a minute or two Kate simply stared down at her hands, keenly aware of Benedict’s judgemental gaze boring into her as she twiddled her twiddled her thumbs, counted the lines on her hands, anything to stop herself from looking up at him.

Pulling a ragged sigh from deep within himself, Benedict finally burst the bubble of silence and slid further down his seat.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face and raking long fingers through his already messy hair. “No wonder he’s a bloody mess, Kate. He thinks you want nothing to do with him!”

“I don’t,” she whispered, looking up from her lap. It hurt to say it – she wanted anything but that – but Benedict didn’t need to know how she really felt. Anthony didn’t need to know. “It was a mistake, at least on his part. I can’t let him see that it…”

A tell-tale sting pricked at her eyes, her frame of vision becoming a little hazy. Taking a deep breath, Kate shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut as Benedict stared at her curiously, quiet as Kate shuddered out her next words, small and careful.

“Anthony got what he wanted in the end. I simply bruised his ego in the process. He’ll get over it, I’m sure,” she managed, sniffing as she dragged the back of her hand over her eyes. “One girl walking out on him before he can let her down himself won’t hurt for too long.”

Offering Benedict a wane smile, Kate finally picked up her cooling chai and took a small sip. For some reason though it tasted bland, almost as if no flavour had been imbued in the brewing process.

It tasted like chai made without love.

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hurlingsupport · 6 months ago

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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 14: A Repeating Occurrence

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A loud ringing sounds across the camp, waking you from your little nap. Your head springs up, a startled expression worn on your face. And as you're looking for the sound, you watch Hap trudge towards one of the yurts with a snarl.

“You!” He yells with a pointed finger.

It's only when you follow his path that you realize just who he's talking to. Unsurprisingly, Brooklynn stands with her hands over her ears, Kenji doing the same.

“Step away from the yurt!” His fingers curl into fists, and for a moment, you wonder if he's going to punch one of them - or maybe both.

“What's going on?” Mitch, Tiff, and Darius all run towards your direction, coming out from the forest. At the realization that Darius was alone with them, your lips pull into a frown.

“Isn't it obvious?” He turns his head towards the other adults before throwing his hard gaze back onto Brooklynn and Kenji. “The chatty one and the hair were trying to sneak into the yurt.”

Brooklynn crosses her arms, glaring at the older man. Meanwhile, Kenji brushes a hand over his hair at the mention of it. Neither of them seem very guilty, and you don't blame them. It's a little suspicious how angry Hap's getting over them trying to sneak into the yurt. You feel a hand on your arm, and looking to your left, you meet Darius's eyes.

He raises a brow, an unsaid accusation. At the notion, you only shake your head. He seems to accept that, turning his attention back to Hap.

“These kids can't go snooping into private places!” He growls, waving his hands around aggressively.

He and Brooklynn share a heated staring contest before Tiff interrupts.

“Now, now, Hap. I'm sure it was all a misunderstanding.” The woman places a hand on his arm in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

Lurching forward, Hap shoves a finger into Brooklynn's face. “Do yourself a favor and stay out of my yurt.” He speaks lowly, his threat hanging in the air as Tiff pulls him away from the pink-haired girl.

“Let's talk about this calmly, okay?” She says softly, throwing an apologetic glance towards your group as you all gather together.

Brooklynn stands proudly with her arms crossed, her bottom lip jutted out, and a singular eyebrow raised. You can only give her a disappointed look; as does everyone else.

“Sorry about that.” Mitch apologizes. “It's our first time working with Hap, and he's very protective of his yurt.”

Looking to the side, you watch as Tiff tries to calm the man down. Still, his eyes stay glued onto your group.

“Set it up himself, moved all the equipment in. He hasn't even allowed us in.” Mitch smiles, though it's more awkward than happy.

“Ha! See? See?” Brooklynn has a wicked smile on her face now. Though she's only met with more looks of disapproval.

Mitch stares at her with wide eyes before turning towards Darius.

“Maybe we should postpone our trek. You've all been through a lot.” He puts a hand over his mouth, whispering loudly, “Especially that one… it seems.”

Of course, that last sentence is directed towards Brooklynn, who raises a brow in response.

“No, it's… it's fine. Brooklynn won't touch the yurt,” he puts his hands on his hips, staring at the girl with a wide, commanding look. “and we'll all go to the place I wanted to show you.”

“Uh, Darius?” Brooklynn calls, walking forwards to intercept the conconversation. “I think we should freshen up before we decide that.” She speaks with a forced smile.

“We already freshened up.” Darius refutes in a similarly forced tone.

“Can never be too fresh.” Her smile only widens as Darius's facade falls into an annoyed expression.

Brooklynn immediately rushes you all into the same bathroom yurt from before, while Darius apologizes to Mitch and hurries to follow your group.

“Really? There isn't anywhere else we can talk?” Yasmina complains.

“Hap is hiding something!” Brooklynn speaks from her seated position on the toilet. “Why put an alarm on a yurt?”

“Uh, so a dinosaur or a you can't sneak in and wreck his stuff?” Yasmina glares at the girl.

“I was there, too, and that alarm was definitely crepuscing me out.” Kenji agrees with the girl.

“Typical.” Darius mutters with a scoff.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Brooklynn demands.

“You can't just let this conspiracy stuff go, huh? And for what? A new video to boost your followers?” Darius accuses.

“She doesn't even have anything to record with.” You cut in. “Plus, Hap was suspiciously angry.”

“See!” Brooklynn waves her hands in your direction while Darius stares at you in disappointment.

“Mitch already explained why!” Darius argues.

“Hap's not even a real photographer!” Brooklynn nearly shouts. “Me and Kenji saw him fumbling with the camera. He doesn't even know how it works!”

You turn your gaze towards Kenji, and when he nods in agreement, you send a pointed glance towards Darius.

“Well, maybe he's just stressed out! This is a dinosaur island…”

Sensing a rant coming in, you roll your eyes with a groan. Darius's head snaps towards you, a heated glare meeting your own.

“Seriously, what's your problem? You've been acting weird ever since Mitch and Tiff showed up!”

“Because they're weird! These random adults show up on the island, and you guys trust them immediately!” You shout, uncaring if they overheard you from the tent. “Their tour guide doesn't know how to work a camera. They're dodging all of my questions–”

“That doesn't make them suspicious!” Darius contends. “Their tour guide doesn't have to know how cameras work, and they don't need to answer your questions!”

“They didn't even mention the beacon until you brought it up, Darius! And there's no way they only got the signal when they arrived at the island. That signal should have reached Costa Rica! They're lying, and none of you care because they promised a ride home!”

Darius's words fall short, and he stares at you with a conflicted gaze. A silence falls over everyone at your outburst. And yeah, maybe it was too much, but goddammit, this has been eating away at your mind for far too long.

“They've got a point, Darius.” Yasmina's the one who breaks the silence, and murmurs fill the small space not long afterward.

“Mitch and Tiff, they're…” Darius pauses, gathering his thoughts. “They're good people. They just want to preserve the dinosaurs before the entire island closes down.”

Your eyes soften at his words. Throughout it all, his obsession for dinosaurs shines through.

“I get it, Darius, but the fact that they're lying is something we can't ignore.” You cross your arms, already regretting speaking up at all.

“Well, how about this?” Darius begins. “You come with us to the Brachiosaurus hangout to keep watch of Mitch and Tiff, and Brooklynn…” He turns towards the girl. “... stays here to keep watch of Hap.”

Brooklynn's eyebrows raise at the idea while you nod your head.

“Alright, but if they do anything suspicious, I'm out of there.” You warn.

“That's fine.” Darius smiles. “Cause I know for sure that everything will be fine.”

A smile spreads across your face at his words. “Of course you do.”

And with that, you all exit the bathroom yurt with newfound objectives. Darius has to show you that Mitch and Tiff are decent people. You have to show everyone that they're not who they say they are. And Brooklynn has to prove Hap guilty.

Your eyes wander around, quickly noticing the lack of a certain rich boy. Turning your head back towards the camp, you calm down once you see him conversing with Brooklynn. You do feel a bit more relieved knowing Brooklynn won't be alone with Hap.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand grabs hold of your wrist, but you quickly relax when you see Darius smiling at you.

“This is going to be so fun.” He beams, pulling you closer to the group.

“Yeah.” You agree, if only to make up for being a negative Nancy earlier.

It was for a good reason, in your opinion, but still. You hated losing your temper, especially to someone like Darius. He never deserved it, not like Kenji, or Brooklynn, or anyone, really.

Before you know it, you all are walking up a grassy hill, and Darius's smile is ever-growing. He finally lets your wrist loose, running up the mass of land.

“You guys are gonna love this place! It's just up here.”

At the top of the hill, the sight of a Brachiosaurus herd munching on trees is seen. Mitch and Tiff gasped, their eyes filled with wonder at the magical sight.

The clicks of their cameras do dampen the magical effect a bit, but you ignore it. Darius howls like Brachiosaurus, drawing their attention towards your group. One of the large herbivores draws close, leaning its head down to release a bellow.

Again, Darius mimics its howl, this time with Mitch joining in. The dinosaur lets out a low growl in response, returning to its feast. Once it's a far distance away, Darius turns towards the older man.

“If you think this is cool, there is one more place we could go.” He offers, opening his booklet. “The watering hole.”

You spare a glance towards the pair, but ultimately, wave your worries off with a sigh. If Darius trusted these people enough to show them the watering hole, it wasn't any of your business.

“You could get lots of good pictures there!” Sammy agrees excitedly. “There are so many dinosaurs!”

“Babe, what would we do without this kid?” Mitch smiles towards his other half.

“Let me radio Hap with the change of plans.” Tiff grins happily, walking away from the group to do so.

“Watering hole day!” Mitch shouts with glee, ruffling Darius's hair.

The two chat avidly, and you watch with guilt. Man, Darius was really winning this one. However, your eyes narrow when you see Tiff running in your guys’ direction, panic written across her face. Alright, maybe it isn't a complete loss.

“Babe, you okay?” Mitch asks worriedly.

“You know, babe, I think we should pack up, head back to camp.”

“Uh, what's going on?” Yasmina questions, sharing a worried look with Sammy.

“What's going on at the camp?” You cross your arms, nails digging into the fabric of your sweater.

“Oh, nothing big.” Tiff dismisses you both. “Just an odd conversation with Hap. Why don't we go? Now, okay? Okay.” She grabs hold of Mitch's hand, forcefully pulling him away.

“Do you think…?” Yasmina's eyes narrow in suspicion, and Darius's gaze falls onto you.

“I'm sure everything's fine.” He answers, but his eyes beg you for your own answer.

“Let's go.” You decide, speed-walking to catch up with the adults.

Back at camp, it's completely deserted. No sign of Brooklynn, Kenji, or even Hap. Even calling their names does nothing, which, to be honest, is expected. If anything, a dinosaur is more likely to respond compared to the actual people you all are looking for. Once the search is officially considered to be a failure, all of you gather around the campfire that had been left unattended.

“Children,” Tiff calls, “Mitchell and I are gonna have a quick, grown-up conversation. You stay put. We'll BRB, okay?”

Ignoring the infantilizing nature her words hold, you eye the two adults suspiciously. Why did they feel the need to converse privately? Your friends are likely at the mercy of their weird tour guide. What did they need to hide? It seems you're not the only one left confused either. Even Darius is looking at the departing couple with a puzzled expression. With Sammy and Yasmina in a similar boat.

There's a steady feeling of fear building up within you, and it's making you sick to your stomach. First, it was Ben and Bumpy. Are Brooklynn and Kenji the next ones in line to die? Is this how it'll go every time?

This was a bad idea. Why did you let Darius talk you into this? Why did you just let it happen? Who in their right mind would leave their friends alone with some violent man you know jack shit about?

Fingers curl into your own, and sparing a glance to your side reveals Darius. He doesn't return your stare, still focused on the adults having a heated discussion far off from the four of you. And yet, he looks guilty all the same. But, this isn't his fault. It's yours. Just like it was with Ben. And just like it was with Bumpy. Every single time, it leads back to you. Every single time, it's your fault.

Your grip on his hand tightens. When will he disappear like the others? You're not sure, but you know it'll be your fault all the same.

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Fight for you - Chapter 3 : The exes

Kendall Roy x original female character

TW : SMUT !!! Read at your own risk 😩🤚🏽

A/N : okay so this is really long 11k+ words I’m sorry. I was gonna write it in 2 parts but it just needed to be all together !!

I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face, which faded as quick as it came. I stuck my tongue down Kendall Roys throat. I groaned, cradling my head in my hands, how could I have been so reckless? Allowing myself to get swooped up by his sweet words. This was a future scandal just bubbling beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second. I had worked too hard, to get to the position which I’m at now at Waystar, and to jeopardise that over this man was not worth it. And with that I cut off the wings of the butterflies, not allowing myself to get lost in them again. Vowing to think with my head, and not my vagina from now on.

I had managed to successfully avoid Kendall all morning, the distance was necessary, my mind scrambled to mush when he was close, all logic flew out the window.

At around lunch time, I heard a light tap on my door, my heart skipped a beat as my mind went to Kendall, but to my luck it was Steve.

Myself and Steve had become more than colleagues over the years, I considered him my closest friends. We oversaw numerous projects together, bounced ideas off of each other. We had synergy, he was the only person in my department who didn't see me as the enemy. He wasn't trying to stab me in the back at any given chance, instead we both wholeheartedly supported each other.

“Hope I'm not interrupting”, he grinned, strolling in and plonking down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Not at all.” I smiled, shutting my laptop. “What's up?”

“Lunch at our spot?” He asked, holding his hands together in a prayer. “I’m starving, and I fear if I eat the cafeteria food one more time this week, I might die from malnutrition or food poisoning or maybe even a combination of both.”

Feeling my stomach rumble, I agreed, and decided to ignore Kendall's message requesting to meet him for lunch. I needed a distraction, to rid myself of him living in my mind rent free. We made our way to a little cafe tucked away in a quiet street, only a 10 minute walk from work. We sat down with our regular order.

“So what’s going on with you,” he asked with a knowing look, “I hear you're entangled with Kendall Roy?”

“Oh great. So that's spread," I groaned. This is exactly what I was afraid of when he showed up at the 9th floor yesterday, unannounced.

“He's actually insufferable,” I felt guilty for lying, but what else was I supposed to say? Admit that I indulged in a steamy makeout with the COO of our company the night before?

“He's just invested in my project, it was really random, I think he's just trying to prove something to his father,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Mhm, invested in your project or invested in you?” He gave me a questioning look.

“Please, I wouldn't go near him with a 10 foot pole. Trust me.” Another lie.

“Yeah good, I thought maybe you were going through a quarter life crisis. He's bad news, don't get caught up in it,” He warned me.

After my previous relationship almost ended me, Steve had grown quite protective of me like an older brother I never had.

“I appreciate the concern. Thank you, but I promise you that will never happen. I'm just keeping my head down, working on this project with him. The sooner it's done, the sooner he'll be out of my hair.” I reassured Steve.

“Okay, okay," he nodded, easily convinced, “But now that I have you here, I need to ask you for a favour.”

“No, absolutely not. Whatever fight you have going on with Catherine this time. I'm not getting involved, last time-” I began defensively crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to get involved in whatever tiff he and his girlfriend –who I had grown to adore– had going on.

“Jesus woman, will you let me finish.” He cut me off, rolling his eyes. “I was going to ask if you would come to the Waystar charity Gala with me tonight.” He finished looking up at me with his puppy dog eyes. “Please, Catherine’s out of town this week and I need a pretty lady on my arm if I'm going to get any donations.”

“You want me to spend my Friday evening at a work event? Sorry Steve but it's a hard pass,” I shook my head.

“Please Harper, I’ll owe you one. Lunch on me for the next year.'' I sighed, finally agreeing to go, seeing as he was so desperate.

It's the least I could do to repay him for the endless favors he had done for me. Staying late at the office helping pick up my slack, covering for me when I took time off due to my devastating break up.

We made our way back to the office, after a much needed catch-up on all the gossip.

“Yup and now she’s pregnant, and she's keeping it.” Steve chuckled as we stepped into the lobby.

I threw my head back laughing, clutching onto his arm, almost losing my balance. “Oh my god, shut up. I'm gonna pee.” I said in between giggles, the large coke I had for lunch was catching up to me. “We need to stop talking before someone hears us.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the last person I wanted to see approach us.

“What's so funny?” Kendall asked, his eyes fixated on my hand on Steve's arm, which I immediately dropped. His eyes flashing with anger, possibly even jealousy?

Steve wasn't unattractive, he was a conventionally good looking guy, he was tall with broad shoulders. I know the women on the 9th floor swooned over him, running to make copies for him with the snap of his fingers, waiting by the door with his coffee in hand every morning. But to me he was just Steve, the guy who burps in my face after inhaling a burger or comes to me with his endless relationship problems.

“Nothing.” I quickly sobered up from my lunchtime giddiness, and put on a facade of professionalism.

“Uh-huh.” He didn't seem convinced, he finally looked over to Steve and plastered on a fake smile, “Kendall Roy,” He stuck out his hand.

“The man himself. Steve Murphy, pleasure to meet you,” Steve put on a fake smile matching Kendalls, giving him a firm handshake, a silent standoff. The tension in the lobby was heavy between both men who disapproved of each other, both for their own reasons.

Kendall finally released the handshake and turned to me pressing his lips in a straight line, “Could I grab you for a second Harper?”

“Yeah sure, Steve go ahead, I’ll see you later,” Steve furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any further though I could tell he wanted to. He gave a curt nod and left.

Kendall guided me to a quiet corner, placing his hand on the small of my back, but I swatted it away, weary of on-lookers. The last thing I needed was more rumors going around about me. People were just starting to forget that I was the sad, pathetic woman whose fiance had an affair with her best friend.

Kendall stood across from me with jaw clenched.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.

“I thought you didn't go out for lunch? Fucking, with your, uh, endless piles of work you have,” he narrowed his eyes.

“First of all not that it's even any of your business but I had some free time today. And second of all, I couldn't say no to Steve, I owed him one.”

“Uh-huh. You owed him one?” He probed, as if it was an interrogation and I was some kind of criminal on the loose.

“Don't worry about it,” I waved him off, “Okay if that is all, then I really have to get back,” I tried to step past him to leave, but he blocked my path

“No, actually, uh, I did want to ask you something,” he cleared his throat, a flash of nervousness breaking through. “Are you free tonight? I have this charity Gala thing I have to give a speech at, and I was wondering if you would, uh come with me?”

“Oh,” I stared at him blankly, “I actually already have a date for that.” I made a mental note in my head to thank Steve and give him a massive kiss on the cheek, for saving me from having to be Kendall's date.

“With who?” He asked, his mouth agape, “Is it that Stewart guy?

“It's Steve and like I said it’s none of your business,” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, before making my exit. “But I'll see you there,” I smiled over my shoulder, leaving him standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.

I left work early and stopped by a boutique on the way home. I had to dress to impress if I was going to help Steve land some donations tonight. Picking out a dress took more time than I had intended, I wanted to look good tonight, not for anyone in particular. Though the thought of Kendall kept creeping its way into my mind, I wondered which gown would he like? If he preferred red or black. I tried to convince myself that I wanted to feel sexy for myself and not for anyone else’s approval or validation.

I rushed home cutting it close to 7 pm, I quickly showered and began getting ready. Steve was picking me up at 8 and J could already hear him complaining about my tardiness. I finished doing my makeup, adding a deep red lipstick. I slipped into my gown adjusting myself in the mirror. I had decided on wearing a black satin gown, with a deep plunge neckline. I couldn’t remember the last time I had put in this much effort for an event, or a person. I hated myself for caring so much about it.

Text message

Steve : Uber. Downstairs. Now. Hurry.

I hurriedly grabbed my valentino clutch, which I had thrifted when I first moved to the city, throwing my phone, cigarettes and lipstick in before scurrying out the door.

“God could you have taken any longer,” Steve sighed dramatically, as I slid into the backseat, “It's 8:05, what time did we agree on?”

“Calm your tits, being 5 minutes late isn’t gonna kill anyone,” I rolled my eyes, checking my makeup in my compact mirror.

Steve took a closer look at me, taking in my appearance. “Damn,” he let out a low whistle, “you went from 0 to 100 real quick. It's like an episode of catfish,” he chuckled, “Who are you looking this good for?”

“Your dad,” I retorted, laughing when I saw his scrunch his face in disgust. “No you’re right, I should've pulled up in sweats and glasses, that would really attract all the 70 year old men into emptying their pockets for you.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Awww you did all this for me?” He smiled, clutching a hand over his heart, wiping away a fake tear. “That's so kind of you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Shut up,” I swatted his arm, “Drinks are on you.”

The banquet hall was bustling with people who were much more important than me. I looked around at the sea of women wearing designer dresses from fendi to dior as they clutched an arm around men almost triple their ages.

Steve immediately began mingling, or as he called it ‘networking’, and of course he dragged me along. He grabbed us 2 complimentary champagnes from the wait staff and began speaking to an older gentleman.

“Mr Monroe, glad you could join us tonight. Where's the Mrs?” Steve greeted him, shaking his hand.

“Oh, you know Mrs Monroe, she was in the Bahamas last and now I'm hearing she's in Milan for fashion week. She won't rest until she bleeds me dry from all I’m worth,” He grumbled, “And who's your lovely date here?”

Mr Monroe glanced over at me before his eyes dropped down to my chest, lingering there for a moment. A married man, no, actually a married senior citizen, just checked me out. The urge to vomit all over him was so strong, but I pushed it adside. With a tight lipped smile I brought my hand up to shake his instead.

“This is my dear friend Harper, Harper Aly,” Steve introduced me as the older man grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, with no consent whatsoever. I quickly pulled my hand back to my side, forcing a laugh as Steve continued talking.

This continued for another hour, we moved through the crowd of prehistoric men, buttering them up as they objectified me, raking their eyes up and down my body as they licked their crusty lips.

I was on my 4th glass of champagne, but I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the rest of the night. Steve handed me his card and I made my way over to the bar.

I waved a hand to the bartender trying to get his attention, but he was preoccupied serving a handful of people. I found myself glancing around, hoping to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. I was acting like a lovestruck teenager at prom hoping to lock eyes with her crush.

“What can I get ya princess?” I turned to put a face to the voice, shocked when I recognised who it was. “Yup, that’s right. Soak in the glory,” He held a hand up gesturing to himself.

“It’s okay. I got it.” I flashed Steve’s card.

“Roman fuck off and stop harassing the donor’s,” said the red head beside him. “Hi, Siobhan Roy,” she smiled politely, pushing past the shorter man to greet me.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Harper Aly,” I smiled, clasping her hand, awkwardly shifting on my feet, feeling intimidated under her icy blue eyes.

“So what brings a fine piece of arm candy like yourself here tonight? Let me guess your sugar daddy promised you a new Birkin?” Roman Roy was just as obnoxious as everyone made him out to be.

“Actually I'm here for work. And that’s quite inappropriate coming from the co-COO,” I grimaced, not even trying to hide my disgust.

“Oh my god Roman, you're disgusting. Go hit on Gerri or something. I'm sorry about him, he has some deep rooted mommy issues,” Siobhan apologized for her brother's crude comment.

“Fuck off, Shiv,” he snapped pushing past her to lean over the bar, “Hey! Yoohoo bartender! Over here! Roman Roy here!” Roman yelled, getting the bartender's attention, as he frantically rushed over, “2 whiskey on the rocks and …..” he looked over at me, ushering me to order what I wanted.

“Seriously, it’s fine I can get my own-”

“Just fucking tell him what you want or you’re fired,” he cut me off with a devilish grin.

“Two gin and tonics, please and make it a double,” I reluctantly answered.

“See, now was that so hard?” He smirked, “Two gin and tonics for the lady and make it quick, I don’t have all night,” the bartender nodded and instantly began concocting our drinks.

“You can put away daddy’s card princess, I got this,” his voice low as he leaned into my ear. I looked around trying to find his sister who seemed to have him on a leash. “Are you scared? I don’t bite,” he murmured, “But no promises.”

“Scared? Please,” I snorted, “sorry if my repulsion has been misconstrued.”

“Princess, don't forget, I still own Waystar Royco. And you’re at the bottom of the food chain,” he laughed.

“Own? That's so interesting, because last I checked you’re not Logan Roy. You're just a sad little boy fighting for daddy's attention. Begging him to notice you, oh please daddy, please let me take over." I mocked pleading with my hands together.

“Dont fucking turn me on right now,” he bit his lip.

“I find you so repulsive,” my body involuntarily shuddered.

“Hey Rome, have you seen Kendall?” A brunette asked, cutting into our conversation.

“I don't fucking know maybe, have you checked the bathrooms? He's probably there snorting lines?” He shrugged.

“Rome. I'm serious,” She said, pressing her lips into a straight line. She finally caught my eye and forced a smile. We both looked over to Roman waiting for an introduction.

“Uh yea sure, Rava, Harper Aly from waystar, I don't know what the fuck she does there. I’m guessing the janitor by her looks.” He pointed toward me, “Harper, Rava Roy, my brother's estranged wife,” He said flatly pointing towards the other woman.

He grabbed his drinks, throwing two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and with that he was gone— leaving me alone with Kendall's wife? I stood there gobsmacked, processing the nuclear bomb Roman had just dropped on me. Kendall was married. Kendall was married when he kissed me.

I quickly excused myself, grabbing Steve and I’s drinks from the counter. I couldn’t engage with Rava, guilt pooled in the pit of my stomach.

I downed both the drinks, and grabbed 2 glasses of god knows what, from a passing by waiter and drank them swiftly. I felt the alcohol burn down my throat, hoping it would calm me down. My mind was the aftermath of Hiroshima. I couldn't think straight, or even walk straight for that matter. How could I have been so fucking stupid, tears pricked at my eyes. How could I have trusted so blindly, again.

I spotted Steve sitting down at our table, slumping down in the seat beside him.

“Hey, what took you so long? He asked, looking up from his phone, “Where's our drinks?”

“Oh shit, yeah, the line at the bar was too long,” I muttered keeping my eyes glued to the table.

“What's wrong?” He asked, sensing that something was off with me, “Did you see someone?” He studied the slight tremble in my voice, my flushed skin, my lips curled into a frown.

“Hmm, no,” I shook my head vigorously, trying to seem convincing, “I'm just tired,” I offered him a weak smile, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight slur in my voice. He just stared at me, contemplating whether to push it or not but ultimately decided against it.

“Okay but just a heads up—” he began, before getting interrupted by the screeching of a mic, everyone rushed to be seated, the speeches were starting soon.

“What?” I looked up at him with heavy eyelids, propping my head on my hand. At this point, I knew that he knew I was drunk.

He shook his head, disregarding it muttering something about it not being important. The wait staff made their way around to serve wine. I insisted that they fill my glass to the brim. I heard Steve mumbling something about bringing some water to one of the waiters.

“I think you should slow down,” he eyed me as I continued to innocently sip my wine. I chose to ignore him, until he forcefully took my half empty glass off me, handing it off to a passing waiter.

He cut me off before I could protest, “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you decided to get drunk at a work event. But we need to make it through to the end of the night,” He scolded me, pushing a glass of water towards me.

“Whatever dad,” I rolled my eyes slowly sipping on my water.

The speeches dragged on, but I wasn't listening to a single word of it, instead my mind was heavy, weighed down by concrete thoughts of one of one man. How he had manipulated me, how he had convinced me he was good, different. How I let myself believe him so easily. Had I learned nothing?

I snapped out of my thoughts as the last speaker made his way onto the stage, and there he was. The very man responsible for me trying to drown my problems in liquor.

His eyes met mine, twinkling under the spotlight as he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up mumbling to Steve that I was going to the the bathroom.

I slumped over the sink, taking in my pathetic reflection in the mirror. God, I was so embarrassing, letting Kendall affect me like this. Letting him slither his way into my life like black mould. The realisation hit me hard - I was the other woman. I let him sweep me off my feet, like a fucking idiot, but maybe that was his plan all along. A challenge in his eyes, he found a wounded bird, nurtured it back to life only to shoot it down in the end for his own enjoyment.

I scoffed at myself, spending more than I could afford on a gown just for him, a fact I wouldn't even admit to myself let alone another soul. The anger simmered in me like a pressure cooker, ready to blow any second. My self pity was quickly replaced by foul, hot fury. I left the bathroom with newfound determination. Fuck Kendall.

Yet, fate had other plans for me. As I headed back towards the hall, I collided with a broad set of shoulders.

“Oh— I'm so sorry,” I began to apologise but the words got cut off in my throat when I locked eyes with the attacker, my fucking ex-fiancé, Will.

This was officially too much for one night. Without another word I turned on my feet and fled in the other direction, I needed to get away from him. What was he even doing here in the first place? I knew I was eventually going to bump into him one day, it was inevitable, but why tonight? As if I didn’t already have enough going on. This must have been the heads up Steve was trying to give me.

“Harper please, just listen,” he pleaded, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, but I couldn't bear to hear it. The mere sight of him was enough to make me sick to my stomach. “Let me explain, you at least owe me that much.”

“Let you fucking explain yourself Will? No, you lost that privilege when you ended up in bed with my fucking maid of honour,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure, digging my nails into his skin, trying to claw him off me, “I don’t owe you shit. So please kindly, fuck off out of my life forever.”

Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

“Harper, just listen, I'm ready to take my part of the blame,” his eyes were stone, nothing about them was apologetic as he tightened his grip around me, “But it took 2 people to breakdown this relationship—”

“Yeah, you and my fucking so called bestfriend,'' I spat, the endless liquid poison I had consumed amplifying my rage.

My words seemed to cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of those around us, “Will I’m being so serious, if you don’t get your hands off me I’m going to fucking scream and make a scene right here, right now.”

“Everything okay here?” A voice boomed emerging from the depths of hell, of-fucking-course Kendall made his way over to join the party, just what was missing. “She said let go.” Kendall demanded, clasping a firm hand on Will’s back, the noise echoed through the lobby, his presence adding fuel to the fire.

Will's eyes hardened as he pushed my arm out of his grasp and sulked away. I tumbled back from the force, Kendall quickly steadied me bringing a hand to my waist. I ripped Kendall’s arm off me and took off, almost tripping over my feet, ignoring his calls.

The cold air nipped at my skin, I continued walking, with no sense of direction. I couldn't stay there for a second longer. I felt suffocated by my thoughts.

I was beginning to get a tension headache, it was all too much now. My ex-fiance cornered me and tried to tell me I was to blame for his affair and to pile on top of that Kendall, my boss had involved me in an affair, while failing to mention he was married.

“Harper, wait!” Kendall called out from behind me, jogging to catch up, “Are you okay?”

I was so sick of people asking me that. No I wasn't fucking okay, my life was falling apart at a rate so fast that I couldn’t even pick up the pieces and try to repair it. Each time I attempted to pick up one piece, three more came crashing down.

“Leave me alone, Kendall,” I shouted, picking up my pace, but it was proving difficult in 4 inch heels. He was the last person I wanted to speak to. I was a couple blocks away from the venue now.

He grabbed my aching wrist in an attempt to stop me. I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.

Kendall let go of me in an instant, “Did he hurt you?” His eyes were two angry black points, his fists clenched by his side.

I rubbed my wrist, trying to soothe the tender skin.

“Did he fucking hurt me? What about you kendall?” I lashed out, jabbing my finger in his chest. “Oh but of course you would never hurt me right? Because you’ve convinced everyone that you're such a great guy, always coming to my rescue. Is that what you want to hear?”

He shook his head trying to understand where my aggression was coming from, how long did he think he could keep up his lie for?

“Fuck off and have a nice life with your wife,” I turned around and took off again, not wanting to hear whatever explanation he was going to pull out of his ass.

“Harper, wait. I can explain.” I heard his footsteps still following me, from a distance. The audacity he had to continue following me after I had caught him red handed. What was it with men tonight and trying to explain all their fuck ups to me. First Will and now kendall.

“That's great, go tell your wife.”

“Harper please, fucking, just wait a second,” he persisted, running ahead of me and planting himself in front of me, his body towering over mine, “My wife and I—”

“I honestly don't care what you have to say. Nothing is going to change the fact that you're married. There's nothing for you to explain. So please just go,” I yelled exasperated, closing my eyes not wanting to look in the eyes.

Bitter tears escaped from my eyes, “Whatever happened on the roof, just forget about it. It was a mistake. It was my mistake.”

I hated myself for crying, I didn’t want him to think I was hurt by him, they were tears of frustration encouraged by my drunken mind.

“Rava and I are separated,” He sighed. My eyes snapped open hearing his confession, “We've been separated for months.”

I crossed my arms over my chest shivering, as the wind picked up. I felt him gently place his blazer around my shoulders.

“It doesn't matter if you're separated, Kendall, you still should have told me.” l said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I thought you knew?” He exhaled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Everybody knows, it’s public knowledge.”

“I told you everything about myself, and you couldn’t mention this major detail about your life?” I looked up at him with flaming eyes.

“You know what it doesn’t matter anymore,” I held my hands up, backing away from him, “We kissed one time. It should’ve never happened. And it will never happen again.”

“Do you really mean that?” His voice was heavy with regret. “Or are you just trying to push me away because you're afraid?”

I pinched my nose, taking a deep breath, “You are still my boss, this can't happen." I strained to explain, my voice cracking. “Unlike you I wasn’t born into wealth, I had to scrape my way up from the bottom and I’ll be damned if I let you tarnish my reputation. Us even speaking right now is inappropriate, anyone could see this and report it to HR.”

I didn't expect him to understand my concerns at all, he came from money, I didn’t. We lived in different worlds. His was full of private jet rides, maids, chefs, his biggest worry was trying to take over his father’s company. My world was subway rides, living off of cheap coffee and struggling to make rent each month.

“Harper, you don't have to worry about any of that, I promise you. I'll take care of you. I am HR, everything goes through me,” he argued, gently taking my hands in his. The street lights illuminated his to appear a lighter honey color, “If you want this, I can make it work. We can make it work.”

Could we make it work? If he was separated, it still wouldn't be easy. His life would still be entangled with his ex-wife until they officially got divorced. Would they even get divorced, what if they reconciled? He was still my boss, rumors spread quickly. Did I really want all my accomplishments to be tainted by him?

“I need another drink,” I muttered, meticulously weighing out the pros and cons.

“Alright, let's get you another drink then. Let's ditch this gala, I can't stand to be around those people anymore,” He smirked victoriously, leaning in to meet my lips.

“Not here,” I pressed my hands on his chest, even though I so desperately wanted him, “we can't be seen together in public. I don't need another scandal.”

“Okay,” He thought for a moment, I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find a way to keep me close to him, “Let's go back to my place, my chef can make us something to eat, since we missed dinner.”

I pressed my lips together, conflicted. Back to his place was suggesting more than just dinner. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. But the alcohol pulsing through my blood spoke louder to me, overpowering all logic. After taking one look at his plump lips, flashbacks of our kiss came back to me. Right now I wanted him— badly. I didn’t care about the complications or risks that plagued my mind moments ago.

“I also have a fully stocked bar,” He enticed me, all my nervous thoughts seemed to melt away. It was the final push I needed, the reassurance that I could drown any remaining doubts in the haze of more alcohol.

“Lead the way,” I gave him a tentative smile.

“My driver is around back,” he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me to the car.

He opened the backdoor for me, and slid in next to me. He was pressed up beside me, his arm now around my waist, hand resting on my hip, his knee squished against mine. With the click of a button a partition separated us from his driver.

He turned to me, his gaze lingering on the silk gown that clung to my curves, "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice soft and sincere. "The gown suits you perfectly."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me despite my efforts to remain composed.

"You’re not the first person to check me out tonight," I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear lobe, “but you are the only person that didn’t make me feel nauseous after.”

"I waited all night to tell you that, from the minute you stepped foot into the hall," He confessed, "When I was making my speech, I could barely focus, seeing you sat there, looking like, like a fucking Greek godess."

“So why didn't you say it to me before?” I pouted, hearing the words I had been longing to hear all night. Not from the million other people there, but from him.

“Because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if you were standing in front of me,” His voice was low, in my ear sending waves of heat down my spine, aching in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm myself.

He brought a hand to my jaw cradling it, “you're so fucking beautiful,” He whispered, before crashing his lips into mine, the kiss was deep yet rough. He sucked my bottom lip, a low moan escaped me.

His hands roamed my body like they had a free pass. He squeezed my ass, eliciting a gasp out of me. The mixture of alcohol and lust in my system gave me the sudden confidence to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, I battled with his tongue for dominance.

“Kendall,” I breathed against his lips, “Your driver— he’s gonna hear….” I trailed off, losing my train of thought, as he began kissing down my neck, nipping and biting my sensitive skin, only stopping omcd the car was parked in front of his building. He stepped out offering me a hand, which I accepted, trying to calm my thrashing heart.

“God, this fucking dress was made for you,” He wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my ass, backing me up against the elevator wall, “Who did you wear it for?”

“I wore it for you,” I giggled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and slowly sucking it, letting it release slowly with a pop. I gently grazed my wet finger against his swollen cherry stained lips, attempting to fade away the remainder of my lipstick.

“Fuck,” He groaned, his grip tightening, “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”

As we entered his penthouse, he leaned down to place a peck on my lips. He guided me to the kitchen. I was in awe of the size of it, covered in shining black marble, not a speck of dust in sight. Across from the kitchen, the sitting room had floor to ceiling glass windows wrapping around the entire length of the apartment.

“Shit, I forgot I sent the chefs home tonight because I had intended to have dinner at the gala,” Kendall facepalmed, shooting me an apologetic look.

“Hmm that’s okay. There was talk of a fully stocked bar, no? Or was that a lie too?” I needed something more to calm the nerves in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, that I do have,” He clasped his hands, rubbing them together.

He had a small bar area at the end of the kitchen. There were endless shelves stocked with every type of spirit. Brands I couldn’t even pronounce, brands that I never even gave a second glance to in the liquor store, because I knew they were not in my price range.

There were freshly cut lemons and limes, an ice bucket, a mini fridge stocked with mixers. So this is what heaven looks like. I climbed up over the counter, Kendall supported my hips up to lift me up, and I landed ungracefully on the other side with a thud.

“What are you doing?” Kendall watched me with amusement.

I picked myself up, throwing a dish towel over my shoulder, “What can I get you?”

“Fuck me, hottest fucking bartender ever.” He said with a crooked smile, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. When's your shift done sweetheart?”

“I don’t mix business and pleasure,” I winked, turning around to shovel some ice into a glass, grabbing one of the many bottles of expensive whiskey he had, pouring it in. I plonked a slice of lemon in it for a garnish, “And viola, there you are sir, your whiskey on the rocks.”

“Add it to my tab,” He took a sip, ”And what will the beautiful lady be drinking?”

“Hmmm, well I’ve been drinking gin tonight, but why not spice it up with some whiskey,” I made myself a drink identical to Kendall’s. I took a sip to admire my hard work and almost gagged as the corrosive liquid burned down my throat

“That is fucking horrible, how are you drinking it,” I gagged again, thinking it was a good idea to smell it and let it burn my nose too.

“Hey don't blame the drink, blame the bartender,” He shrugged, “Add some mixer, there's coke in the fridge.”

The coke made it a bit more bearable, but it still tasted like nail polish remover. I climbed over the bar again to seat myself on the barstool beside him.

Taking another sip of my drink, my nose scrunched up in disgust, “I don't know why you and your brother like Whiskey so much.”

“Oh, you met Roman?” He laughed, “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yeah he's, definitely, interesting to say the least.”

Thinking back to the gala, I remembered Steve, “Oh shit, the gala, I ditched my date, fuck. One second.”

I frantically pulled my phone out seeing the endless messages from Steve. I let him know that I had a run in with Will and was back home safe and sound, before turning my attention back to Kendall who had a quizzical look on his face.

“So this date of yours, was it the guy who was harassing you before?” He furrowed his brows, as he gripped his glass, the veins in his forearm almost bursting.

“Fuck no, my date was Steve. The guy outside….” I tilted my head back and downed the remainder of my whiskey, “was my ex-fiance.”

Kendall realized this was a difficult conversation for me. He silently reached over bringing the bottle of whiskey and coke to the counter.

“I don't even know what he was doing there,” I ran a hand through my hair. Kendall refilled my glass, which I thanked him for.

“Let me see your wrist,” He demanded, holding his hand out, gently inspecting the redness around my skin, he brought it to his lips kissing all over.

I crossed my legs trying to stop the ache that had reawoken in me. He delicately massaged my wrist, I wished he would sooth my throbbing core like that.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” There was darkness in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, but his touch was so soft in comparison.

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my drink. “Not physically at least, so it's fine,” I waved it off, not waiting to dwell on Will's malignant existence any longer

“So uh, how much money did we raise tonight?” I changed the topic.

“No fucking clue. My family is gonna be pissed that I left early. You're a bad influence on me,” He teased, refilling his glass.

“Me?” I shook my head in disbelief, “If anything you're a bad influence on me. You made me ditch poor Steve.”

“Uh-huh, well you shouldn't have gone with him in the first place,” his jealousy was making an appearance again, “If you went with me, I would have made sure no one came within a 10 meter radius of you, your glass would have never been empty, and nobody would dare let their eyes linger on you for more than a second if you were on my arm.”

His cockiness usually repulsed me, but in a strange turn of events it turned me on?

“I'll keep that in mind for next time,” I felt my cheeks flush, partially from the alcohol but also from his possessiveness over me.

“So there’s gonna be a next time, huh?” He grinned from ear to ear.

We continued chatting, Kendall started getting deep and telling me about his family, his childhood, his failed marriage. He kept prying about my personal life, trying to get to know more about me. I reluctantly gave him a few short responses.

We ended up on the sofa, comfortably sat next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another. I leaned back in the seat resting my eyes, as the room began to spin slightly. Kendall took another swig from the bottle, we had long ditched our glasses on the counter. The conversation drifted back to our exes, and this time I was too drunk to hold back, as was Kendall.

He handed the bottle back to me, “Yea, being married fucking sucks ass,” He threw up his arms in exasperation, “I fucking married the wrong person. But at the time, I was like fuck yeah this feels fucking right. This feels like forever.”

“Yeah, I like, really and I mean, like really, really dodged a bullet there. I’m like, not even mad about it. Fuck getting married,” I nodded, agreeing with him.

“100 fucking percent, fuck marriage. It ruined me.”

“But like, you’re still married? Why? Just like get a fucking divorce?”

“It’s complicated. I want to and so does she, but it’s just— pass me the fucking bottle,” He closed his eyes, taking another gulp, not even phased by it, “But it’s just fucking hard.”

“What like, don’t tell me you’re still in love with her,” I gasped, covering my mouth.

“No— no, I mean, I do love her. I’m always gonna have love for her. I’ve known her for 15 fucking years. But I don’t know, I want her to be happy,” He sighed undoing his bow tie and collar, “But we are getting a divorce, that is definitely fucking happening.”

“Mhmm,” I gave him a fist bump.

“And fucking what about Bill? What’s his deal?”

“Ugh him again,” I groaned, not even bothering to correct Kendall, “I think you have a crush on him, you bring him up more than me.”

“Come on, you just heard about my failed marriage, stop being so fucking cagey,” he playfully shoved my shoulder.

“Pass me the fucking bottle,” He handed it over to me and I took a swing of it, hissing as it made its way down my oesophagus.

“Fine, what about him? We were together since I was like 19 or maybe 20 I think. Or actually maybe 18? I don’t know, I met him in college. But I used to be a fucking idiot back then, like I’m talking crackhead level stupid. I made so many bad decisions he was definitely the fucking worst one,” I continued rambling. “It was good at first you know, he said what I wanted to hear, did what I asked of him,” I hiccuped between words, reliving my past relationship, “But like, at the same time, it wasn’t?”

Yeah, for sure,” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa with his hands resting behind his head, looking over at me, his eyes barely open, “College is the real thing to blame. You know? That’s where I met Rava and you met what’s his face.”

“You’re dead right,” I snapped my fingers, his words making complete sense in my barely functioning brain, “It’s like maybe stop fucking around and open like a book or something.”

We continued talking about everything and anything, coming up with our own philosophies that were so illogical but they made sense to us. Between us we shared one singular brain cell, after both consuming an unhealthy amount of whiskey.

Wanting to put my feet up on the sofa, I attempted to unbuckle the straps of my heels, but failed miserably. I let out an over-dramatic sigh, lying back on the sofa and stretching my legs, bringing my feet to rest in his lap.

“Can you get these off please,” I batted my lashes up at him.

“Fuck, why is there so many fucking buckles,” He grumbled as he attempted to undo the singular buckle, concentrating like he was deactivating a bomb.

He gave up and brought it up to his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, letting my aching foot free, his hot breath on my skin sent an electric shock up my leg. He did the same with the other foot. Before looking over to me with a sinister grin and started tickling me.

“KENDALL STOP,” I shrieked, thrashing and kicking away his hands. Attempting to get my revenge I pounced on him, my fingertips tickling his neck, I was practically straddling him.

He grabbed both my hands in his. I felt him hardening under me, I grabbed his neck, closing the gap between us. He kissed me back with hunger, like he had been deprived of food and water for weeks. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His touch was more rough now, his fingers caressed my ass, kneading it like fine dough.

He pulled me closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not so long ago lingering on his shirt. I began subconsciously grinding my hips against the tent in his pants, trying desperately to create some friction to soothe my throbbing centre. His warm hands slid under the skirt of my dress, rubbing them up and down my thighs, inching them higher each time. His fingers were getting dangerously close to my soaking panties, my breath hitched. Feeling my body tense against his, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Kendall ….” I said breathlessly. I looked down, feeling embarrassed, “I haven’t done this in a while. Like in a really, really long time actually.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby,” He released my thighs, bringing his hands out from under my dress and nudging my chin up to meet his gaze. Hearing the sweet nickname fall from his mouth turned me on even more.

“I’m just nervous,” I admitted feeling shy.

“Why? You don’t have to be nervous, I'll take care of you,” He pressed his lips to my temple.

“I’ve only been intimate with like one person.”

“You’re so fucking innocent,” he brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear, “We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me to stop,” His voice was rich and frail, as he empathized. He pulled my body into an adorning embrace, holding me like I was made of glass.

“No, but I want this. I want you. Can we just take it slow?”

The realization was prominent, that there would be no going back, once I went through with it. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly, I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

His body relaxed moderately as he soothed his hands up and down my back, almost as if to assure himself of the words he had just heard.

His lips met mine again, he got up from the sofa, hoisting me up, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to his room. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelmed me, my heart beating out of my chest.

He gently placed me on the bed, lying me down on my back as he hovered over me, lips not leaving mine once. I traced his firm chest with my fingertips, drawing him into me. He began kissing down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a soft moan. Leaving a trail of kisses down to my cleavage. My dress shielded my breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.

He brought his hands to the straps of my dress, “Can I take this off?” I nodded, no longer capable of getting any words out, my mind foggy with lust.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect,” He pulled down my dress, admiring my exposed breasts, the cold air quickly replaced by his wet mouth as he sucked on my nipple, twirling his tongue around, cupping my other breast, squeezing it tight. Swapping over to the other, placing sloppy kisses, pushing it deeper in his mouth savoring every inch of skin. My hands tugged at his hair as pleasure took over me.

To know that I was beautiful in his eyes, made me feel beautiful.

“Kendall,” I gasped as he bit and nipped at my scorching skin. His free hand moved down from my hip to caress my inner thigh, ghosting over my panties.

“Kendall please?” I begged, so needy for his touch, spreading my legs wider for him, grinding my hips up.

He unlatched his mouth from my breast, “Is this okay?” He locked eyes with me, his hand rubbing up and down over my fabric of my panties

“Yes— yes. perfect,” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Suspense bubbled in me, he was going so painfully slow. He slid my panties to the side, gently and languildy his fingers expertly teased my clit, rubbing soothing circles.

“Your so fucking wet, baby. How does that feel?” He cooed, my mind couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. It felt so good, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long, I was so deprived. “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” I sighed. “Feels so good Ken-“ the words got cut off in my throat as he moved his digits towards my slit.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was enjoying this, a lazy smile playing at his lips as he watched me squirm.

His eyes burned into mine, seeing me so needy for him, so desperate for his touch, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Come on, use your words,” I should've known that he would make me beg, I should've known that he would be so good to me.

“Yes, please— please just-“ He pushed his middle finger inside me, “Just like that,” I cried out as he pumped a finger in and out of me. My mind felt hazy, he added another finger, stretching me out, pumping faster now, curling his fingers as I let out a string of moans. I whined my disappointment as he removed his fingers from me, missing the fullness.

“I need to taste you, let me taste you,” He pleaded, getting on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

He hiked my dress up to my waist, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down my legs, revealing my smooth mound. Panic rose in my chest, it was moving too fast, I sat up feeling self-conscious.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you,” He murmured, pressing a hand down on my chest to lay me back down.

“Let me take care of you,” He began kissing up my inner thigh, gripping his hands firmly around my hips holding me in place. He worked his way closer and closer, eventually leaning in ever so slowly and licked all the way up my slit, tasting me.

My eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hot mouth on my clit, sucking it like a pacifier, the fuzz of his stubble tickling me lightly. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, I ran my hands through this hair grasping it softly as he continued lapping his tongue up and down my slit greedily, fucking me with his tongue. His tongue travelled lower and lower, gently grazing over my tight rosebud.

“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” He looked up at me.

“No,” I squirmed, he sensed my uneasiness.

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” He asked circling his tongue around my wrinkled rosebud again, it felt fucking good, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yes, please— please make me feel good,” I begged between gasps. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, to give himself more access as continued to worship my tight pink bud.

He opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall down and pool down, “Just relax baby.”

“Kendall,” I whimpered, as he inserted 2 digits in me again. My quivering walls grasped his fingers tightly. I was grinding my hips against him, my aching clit deprived of his attention. I needed him everywhere all at once. He brought his face back in between my legs, devouring me, sucking every crease, crevice and fold before latching onto my clit again. He alternated between fast and slow flicks of affection.

Hearing the sounds of his wet tongue on me continued building up the pressure in my lower abdomen, getting tighter and tighter. My senses heightened and my hands desperately fisted the bed sheets.

“You're so close aren't you, baby? Cum on my face,” His dirty talk, sending me over the edge, my back arching into him.

I threw my head against the mattress, eyes rolling back. My mind exploded in a white, pleasure filled haze as the sensations from his relentless assault on my clit while simultaneously pumping 2 digits in me.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, grinding my hips against his face, I rode out my high. Legs trembling as he continued to finger me though my orgasm, he hummed in satisfaction against my clit. He removed his hands from me, placing one final tender kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jump.

He caressed my face as I panted for air, “You did so good, baby,” He cooed, stroking hair. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, making me taste myself.

I regained some composure bringing a shaky hand up and palming at his hardness through his pants.

“Fuck,” He groaned burying his head into my neck.

I hastily undid his belt buckle, he helped me shimmy his trousers and boxers off, his cock sprung out bouncing against his stomach. I wriggled out from under him, flipping us over to straddle him, rubbing my wetness against his dick.

“Fucking so good baby,” He sat up, undoing my zipper with a quick motion of his fingers and tossing my dress over his shoulder. I was fully exposed now, I felt so naked, so bare in front of him as I covered my face with my hands, feeling so small.

He brought my hands down, stroking my cheek with his thumb, “You just came on my face, don't get shy on me now.”

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and threw it on the ground. Bringing my fingers to his thick cock, a few veins ran up his shaft, the swollen pink head dripping with precum. I started pumping him, locking eyes with him as I spat down on his cock for some lubrication, he hissed, grabbing my hips tightly.

A surge of courage took over me, pushing him down on the bed, I lifted my hips hovering over his cock, I grabbed it rubbing it up and down my slit, he gaped up at me. I lined it up against my entrance, ready to lower myself on him, he held my hips in place stopping me.

“You want to ride me? Are you sure Harper? You don't have to.” His eyes grew with concern.

“No, I want to. I want to ride you, Kendall. Please just let me ….let me make you feel good,” I whined.

He sighed agreeing, keeping his eyes on me as I lowered myself down on him, he was so much bigger than Will, so much thicker, I could only take him a little at a time. Soft moans left my mouth as I was half way down his cock, his firm grip on my hips being the only thing keeping me up right, stopping me from crumbling down, as the sensation of his thick cock mixed with the alcohol pulsing through me was making me feel lightheaded.

“You're doing so good,” He groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes, “So good baby, taking my cock so well,” He let me work at my own pace, his breathing quickened slightly.

“I know you can take me, all of me,” He encouraged me. I lifted up off him again, and sank back down, taking all of him, the stretch was far too intense. He was so deep in me, I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimpers. My lips unintentionally curled into a slight frown.

“Are you okay?” He sat up, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.

"Ow, yes. You’re just— just a lot to take,” I winced, looking down at him through heavy eyelids, trying to adjust to his length and girth, but I could barely move at this angle without feeling the sting of pain. He swiftly flipped us over, cock still engulfed deep in me as my head crashed onto the soft pillows.

“It’s okay baby, let me take care of you,” He murmured, between soft kisses on my trembling lips, “I’ll be so gentle,” He reassured me, showering my face with kisses, his thumb wiping away stray tears from my cheeks. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I took a deep breath in, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck.

He pulled out of me, sinking back in me ever so slowly. “Fuck your so tight,” He hissed.

I cried out, feeling so full again. His balls rested against my core with his cock sheathed all the way in, I took in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the burning away. I could feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside me.

“You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good,” He groaned in my ear, his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back for me.

He pulled all the way out again and plunged back in a few more times, letting my walls accommodate him. Careful not to thrust, taking his time, being so patient, so gentle just like he promised.

“Kendall, please,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back, the pain melted away, pleasure overtaking me as the tip of his cock, hit a spot deep in me, igniting a fire that only he could put out. My walls were practically pulsating around him now, begging for more.

“What is it baby?” He asked, searching my eyes.

“Fuck me,” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. After gaining my approval he sighed in relief and thrusted his cock in me harder. My eyes flew open, I gasped digging my nails into his biceps. His fingers dug into my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper, quivering under him.

“Feels so good Ken,” I moaned in his mouth, at some point our lips must have entangled again. His eyes never leaving mine, praises of encouragement falling from his lips.

“You look so good taking my cock, such a good girl,” Overwhelmed, my body trembled with each thrust, stretching me out, the waves of pleasure flooding me whole, coursing through me. Broken breaths paired with his name fell from my lips, parted slightly.

His cock dwelled deeper in me, my taut muscles milking his cock, “Listen to the sounds you're making, baby,” The sounds my cunt made each time he pumped in were so sinful. Hearing the word baby fall from his lips made me even wetter.

I let out a string of embarrassingly loud moans, not being able to find a singular word in the English language to describe the euphoric feeling. He jerked faster, his cock throbbing in me, muffled moans scattering his breath. His sizeable dick sliding into my wetness with ease now, like he fucking owned it.

My breasts bounced under him, as he fucked me mercilessly his cock splitting me inch by inch, it felt so good I was seeing stars. He pressed his face to my chest, placing sweet kisses, tasting my salty skin, kissing up my neck.

“I need more,” I panted, as he continued pounding into me. He released one of his hands from my hips and brought it to my swollen nun, rubbing aggressive circles. I was in complete bliss, “Don't stop,” I begged.

“Ken I’m-”

“Fuck me too,” sweat beaded across his forehead, his skin flushed pink. “Cum for me baby, you've been so good, you deserve it. Let go for me, just let go.”

Hearing his praise sent me over the edge again, as I let out incoherent moans and gasps. He groaned as I dug my nails into him, drawing blood. He drew back, balancing on his knees, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he fucked me relentlessly, with harsh thrusts as I rode out my high clenching around his unforgiving cock.

“Good girl, you’re so good, you’re my good girl,” he panted, talking me through it, “That’s right. Just like that, let it all out, baby.”

I practically sobbed feeling each curve of his cock as he buried himself deeper into me, tears pricking my eyes. He let out a haggard breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, collapsing on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I ran my hands through his hair soothing him as his chest heaved against mine.

“Fuck,” He rolled off me to lay beside me, he cradled my jaw, pressing a tender kiss on my lips, “You're fucking amazing.”

He got up leaving the room and returned in his boxers carrying a damp towel. He gently grazed my skin, cleaning up his mess. He was doing exactly what he said he would, taking care of me. He dabbed the towel over my abused cunt, I winced feeling the soreness his girth left behind.

“Sorry. Do you need anything?” His eyes softened.

“Water please,” I rasped, smiling as he scurried off. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, not even the man who claimed to love me. I retrieved my panties bunched up on the ground, sliding them on before throwing on Kendall’s button down.

He returned with a cold bottle of water, leading me back to the bed, he drew the comforter back, pulling me under with him. I winced again coming in contact with the mattress. I pressed the water bottle between my legs, trying to soothe the stinging.

Kendall’s brows furrowed in concern, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turning to face me. “Fuck, sorry, was I uh, too rough?” He asked with apologetic eyes.

“No, no you were perfect,” I let out a small laugh, seeing him get so worried, “She’s just out of practice,” I gestured between my legs.

“Is there anything I can do?” He glanced down at the water bottle, “To uh, help her I guess.”

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Listen, thank you for the lovely evening, but I like, have to get going now,” I slithered off the bed, trying to keep my weight off my pelvis.

I stood up, my legs still wobbling from the aftershocks of the not one but two ground shattering orgasms I received.

“What? No, you don’t have to leave. Stay,” Kendall sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips pulling me into him from behind, his cheek resting on my ass.

“I can’t, Kendall, we both have work in the morning and I can’t show up in that dress,” I argued, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you showed up to work everyday in that dress,” I felt him smiling against my exposed skin.

“Kendall seriously…” He pulled me down onto his lap gently placing a hand between my legs, cupping around my soreness, relieving some pressure off it. My back was pressed against his chest, he rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

“Baby, it’s Saturday tomorrow,” His chuckle vibrated through my entire body, “Please just stay, you're drunk and walking like Bambi. Just let me take care of you Harper.”

How could I say no to his sweet words? I begrudgingly agreed and got back under the covers with him, he kept his arms around me, holding me close.

“You’re impossible?” I rolled my eyes.

“I always get what I want,” He smirked.

I shifted lifting his arm off me, “I need to go get—“

“What? What do you need? I'll get it,” He cut me off. “You stay here and rest,” His tone was stern.

“My phone,” I said sheepishly.

And without another word, he rushed off again, returning moments later with my clutch in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He put it between my legs holding it in place.

I closed my heavy eyelids sighing in relief, “You're so good to me Ken,” I whispered resting my head on his chest before dozing off.

“You deserve it and so much more baby.

Chapter 4 and onwards

#kendall roy x oc #kendall roy #succession #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #i can fix him #sucession #fight for you #kendall roy fanfiction #enemies to lovers #slow burn #ao3 fanfic

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unlikelyjapan · 1 year ago

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s2e6 rewatch notes - part 2

OK, jumping back in from the point where Stevie says "Carm, this is a good thing."

Richie passing Tiff the Sprite (inside the bedroom that is totally just the walls of Donna's brain - the Carmela Soprano-esque mom tchotchke's mixed with predatory animal statues and black accents - maybe a bit too on the nose....) and saying "Carmy made this for you - he's a god damn pop machine, this guy. He's a weird little dude!"

Both Richie and Tiff mistake Carmy's kindness for weakness, just like everyone else from his past. It explains why Tiff would gravitate towards someone like Richie - she hates his brashness (see when she wanders into the kitchen scene after throwing up and he's just revving everyone up) but accepts it so long as it's countered with tenderness because that fits with her idea of masculinity and normalcy.

"We're trying to....um....you know, hook him up with Claire Bear -loosen him up a little bit."

Tiff - "With Claire? Why would you do that? She's so nice."

Nice people (shorthand for normal people) deserve archetypical masculine guys who can be romantic - not people who are neurodivergent and kind. Trauma doesn't factor into any of their considerations in setting people up, because they don't reckon with their own.

The subject changes to Richie and Tiff's relationship and future plans/housing - after just discussing how to "turn Carmy into a MAN man" we watch Richie quietly flounder because we know damn well The Beef won't afford the kind of life Tiff envisions for their new family. Tiff shares her dream about the all-green clothes for them/red for the baby (the baby breaking their mold/image) and they wonder aloud if they're going to be good parents and if Eva is going to like them.

It's true that they'll be better - they're present, they don't want to start from a bad place. But when we look at how they were razzing Carmy, it's indicative of the fact that they're not about to shed the baggage of their histories - they are playing roles that were established for them through their pasts, so they're doomed to failure after the glow of new family wares off and life gets in the way. It'll just look a little different, a little better.

Richie utters "I don't want to be at The Beef every day" to Cicero as Mikey is ranting about the Bill Murray story in the background. Richie was exhausted by the patterns in his life 5 whole years ago, and it wasn't just about providing for his family. It's so obvious that he fully regressed during the pandemic/things not working out in his new life the way he hoped. He also knew at that time that "I'm good with people, but I've never really had an outlet for that" and he never gets to prove what he intuits until "Forks" - by the grace of Carmy, no less.

*lights a candle for Natalie Berzatto* All of Natalie's abuse is so straight-forward and targeted. I'm glad they explored her character this season, but she's still too neatly-tied for the type of abuse she endured. Some of that is a celebration of her core female essence/strength, but I feel like some of the veneer still has to crack in future seasons - if they have her reeling from postpartum depression in S3 on top of her initial worries about Donna/motherhood, it's truly going to break my heart.

Taking a moment just to appreciate John Mulaney belittling the Faks, as it's the only scene where I found their presence enjoyable.

Carm grabbing the saltines and asking Mikey about them working together - Mikey saying The Beef is a nightmare is self-explanatory, but the fact that Carmy follows it up with "I don't want you talking to Claire if you don't give a fuck" and Mikey assuring him that he does, convinces Carmy that Mikey loves him through his meddling with Claire. Out of the two things Carmy has yearned for (at this stage in his life) since high school, Mikey only wants him to have one of those things - the one Mikey and co. decide will be good for him.

Mikey saying "I give, like, the biggest fuck" and Carmen looking pacified/accepting of that statement, means that his father brother is telling him that Claire is the most important thing for him to pursue in his life, and he's just asserting his love for his brother by trying to set him up with her. So much damn pressure....

Discussing The Bear drawing outside the pantry

"It's beautiful....",

"Yeah....we could do this"

"Yeah.....let it rip."

I'm pretty sure this is the last one-on-one conversation Mikey and Carmy ever had, matching the suicide note - this scene is a living goodbye, and John Berenthal plays it like he knows it. Expert-level shit, expert-level acting all around.

All hail Sarah Paulson's hot mess of a character (you can take the dysfunctional girl out of the midwest, but you can't take the midwest out of the dysfunctional girl), even if she was just around to narratively offer Carmy a flashing exit sign (knowing that he's talented and cognitively different from the rest of the lot) and dole out the story about how bears grieve.

I think one thing that Richie, the Fak's and other "related by friendship" hangers-on have in common is that they recognize that Mikey and Carmy's familial suffering has made them dynamic in ways that their own suffering has not. Both have their own unique gravitas that separates them from all the other men in their crummy suburban life - these other men are trying to absorb power by proxy.

"Can you just go and get Dad's gun out of my drawer and I think I'm just going to blow my fucking brains out and then you guys can make dinner because I don't think anyone would fucking miss me" - many thanks to @loudlightobservation for pointing out in the part one comments that Donna probably has untreated Borderline and Narcissistic PD. I initially thought this scene was over-the-top, but I burned an hour reading about how severe the reactions to perceived abandonment can be in these cases.

As per my comments about Natalie and her veneer, at least she can do things like ask Stevie "can you hug me?" and select men like Pete who will always be ready to do so. Unlike the boys, she learned how to identify needs and self-soothe early, probably because she was the most neglected of the three.

Didn't know where to put this: Cicero's relationship/flirtation with Donna when she's in the kitchen "do you know how fucking hot you are when you're slurring your words?", Lee's hatred of Cicero, and Lee trying to make inroads with Donna (again) through a work collaboration - the building in Wilmette likely being the property that Cicero mentioned having to offload. Carol (revealed to be Cicero's wife by name in s1e4) yelling at Lee as he enters for his first scene of the show. Again, I didn't know where to put these interconnected notes, but WHAT. THE. FUCK. HAPPENED. HERE.

Also, is Lee a former partner in The Beef (after he presumably replaced the Berzatto patriarch for a stay) and that's part of the resentment towards Mikey - along with sharing Donna for a time? Or is it something else? I've had a hard time piecing together these narratives beyond the obvious psychosexual connection to Donna.

Ugh, the all-hands crucifixion of St. Pete - I morphed from "who is this cuck?" in season 1 to wanting to storm onto the set and carry him out myself like a baby - not unlike how I felt the first time I saw Carmy slapping the donut out of Marcus' hands. Cringe but ultimately minor transgressions in a charged environment wind up being the greater sin than full-on emotional abuse with the Berzattos.

I'm finding there's less to dissect in the second half of the episode - everything is more overt. Cicero is generous. (re: shielding Richie). Natalie and Carmy are emotionally spent from their Donna-duty.

The whole final Donna/Carmy kitchen scene brings up a lot of existential questions I ask myself as a cook about food being a mechanism of control. I love to gather and cook for people - but I also know I'm an anxious person who needs to control the narrative, and sometimes I want people to be somewhat beholden to me through the care I extend to them through food and entertaining. In doing this, I sometimes feel pushy, and know there is always a level of avoidance in hosting/caring for people.

But with Donna, and through that conduit, Carmy - food IS control. Food IS enmeshment. Food IS the forcing function for unruly togetherness (through the restaurant and grand celebrations in the Italian tradition).

I hope that Carmy, through his collaboration with Syd, carves out a healthier narrative of what caring for people through cooking and service means. I don't think he hates cooking, as others have postulated - I think he hates the enmeshment, I think he hates himself for feeling he needs to control people through food. I think he hates feeling forced to do it, because he can't function that highly outside of it. The sooner he can extricate himself from his past, the sooner I think he'll love creating food and sharing it again.

The Lee and Mikey jousting bit is essential to the dinner unravelling, but while it's immaculately acted, it's not really interesting to me since it's such an overt conflict. Poking the bear, fighting to be the patriarchal figure of the house, blah blah blah. It makes for great visuals, but it doesn't reveal any new depth beyond "men=fucked."

And the "cousin, you're scaring the normals" comment - I see no evidence that anyone who would willingly wander into this abattoir fits that description. The best part of the scene is when Lee says "throw another fork at me and you're going to get fucking rocked" and then there's just the pregnant pause, immaculately shot, with the old clock ticking in the background.

Lee's "You're nothing. You're nothing. You're nothing" harkens back to "You're bad at this. You are bullshit. You should be dead" - all of the Berzatto men are capable of being ground to a pulp by other men they perceive to be authorities in some form or another, and I think we're only just beginning to see in this season how women factor into the equation (those in charge and those who are seemingly powerless) after a lifetime ruled by Donna.

Donna, who enters the scene, and everything defers to the power she holds over everyone with her tempestuous illness.

Ha, I missed the line in Stevie's grace where he says "We're healthy, I think? No ones si....no ones physically very sick."

"Natalie Rose Berzatto...." God. If I had turned off subtitles, JLC's delivery in this scene would make anyone hear "Do you know how much I fucking hate you" - because that's what she meant. And God bless Michelle.

It seems like, the moment Carmy looks at the car and the cannoli, it's finally cemented in his mind that Mikey and Donna are intrinsically the same person (but the selective trauma memories he maintains after Mikey's death wipe out the bad, hence his surprise about him using etc). Ending with Natalie's A+ horror film face and the lyrics "Could you ever know how much I care?" was absolutely the right editorial tone to end the episode.

I'm going to be honest....I thought I'd find a lot more in this hour than I actually did.

I'm really looking forward to Bolognese onwards, mostly because I really miss Syd now - the show without her energy (mostly because Natalie still has inadequate development, through no fault of her own) is just male trauma from a male perspective....

#the bear fx #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #the bear #carmy x sydney #carmen berzatto #syd x carmy #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #claire the bear #mikey berzatto #donna berzatto #the bear s2 #carmy berzatto

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In your opinion, how could they have made Claire a better love interest? I’m a huge romantic, and even though I was suspicious of something between Syd and Carmy, I wasn’t really convinced until I saw the clear contrast with him and Claire. So as a pure hypothetical, how could Claire be made into a better love interest?

I mean I think there are two sides to this question: One is how could they have made Claire a better love interest who will actually end up with Carmy? The other is how could they have made Claire a better love interest who won't end up with Carmy but who most people would still enjoy watching as a character?

Dropping Claire out of the blue in Season 2 without even a mention of her before is just a very clear indication that she was never meant to stick around. If they wanted Claire to be someone serious for Carmy, either for endgame or at least believable for a season or two, they should have introduced her in the first season. The fact that she knew he was back in town for months, she was communicating with the Fak's and with Tiff, yet she never even approached him or tried to reconnect after his brother died or even just to pop by The Beef to say hi, just frames her as someone who was only interested in Carmy as a love interest for herself too. She saw him at the grocery store, thought he looked cute and had a glow up from high school, knew he was some big shot famous Chef and suddenly decided she wanted him in her life again.

There was no indication that Carmy was someone who she truly cared a lot about even if he didn't want to date her. Adding her in Season 2 felt like an afterthought and it made her seem like she was not actually as close and emotionally invested in him as she and everyone around her tried to make her seem. What makes Sydney more appealing as a love interest than Claire is that we actually see her care for him and his family and everything he's gone through even when she had no connection to him and when she had no real intent of pursuing a romantic relationship with him. Sydney cared about Carmy beyond just him being a potential boyfriend for her. If Claire had been shown to have an interest in Carmy outside of romance and we saw her be a part of his life, people could still have liked her even if they were meant to break up.

I'm sure in Season 3 we'll learn more about what happened after Fishes and what Claire saw and how/why they left things off when he went to New York and didn't talk for years. Claire and Carmy would have likely been in New York at the same, and yet again she didn't seem to make any effort to connect with him while he was there, and neither did he. Sydney found Carmy in New York and formed a connection, albeit one sided, by discovering his food and made an effort to pursue him, even just platonically. If they wanted to make Claire an actual serious love interest and the true long term love of his life since childhood, they needed to show that Carmy and/or Claire actually tried to reach out to each other during their time apart and actually missed each other.

They needed to build upon that invisible string that Syd and Carmy have. Carmy and Claire knew each other because they happened to be at the same place at the same time, they happened to have grown up together, they happened to have run into each other at a grocery store. Which is fine for the start of a relationship, just how Syd happened to try Carmy's food. But there was no push from either Carmy or Claire to have a connection other than the fact that they both happened to exist around each other. They have seemingly no similar interests beyond being raised in the same town. There was nothing to base their connection on in the show other than she is pretty and nice and he had crush on her. Adult relationships need more than physical attraction and kindness, there was no spark between them. There was nothing to indicate that Claire understood Carmy better than anyone else and vice versa.

Claire took it upon herself to try and push Carmy out of his shyness and took him to a party. She knew he didn't drink, she knew he grew up around alcoholics, she heard him say he wanted to leave as soon as they got there. Not everything about everyone needs to be fixed, and it's okay for Carmy to not be the type of person who enjoys parties or being around heavy drinking, even if he didn't have childhood trauma. Claire tried to change his interest, but Sydney never tries to change Carmy's actual personality traits, she just tells him when he needs to adjust his behavior when he's acting out. Claire used to be nerdy and not as pretty in school, then she changed and found herself to be a social party girl which she likes. She wanted to do the same to Carmy. What makes the audience like Carmy is the fact that he's not perfect, he's kinda awkward and weird at times, and that's okay. Having Claire try to fundamentally change the main characters personality and force interests onto him that he never previously cared about and even actively disliked just placed her in a bad light.

Carmy in his own way was trying to change her too, just less externally like her and more just in his head. He created an idea of what she would like based on what Sydney liked. Carmy would have actually had to put in an effort to know what Claire liked for us to know her and feel like she was a real character and person and not just a blank slate for Carmy to do whatever he wanted with.

There was also zero conflict between him and Claire for the most part. She was always available, never stressed, seemingly had no real problems aside from needing to move boxes for her mom and comfort crying Kelly. And it's not that she needs to be some traumatized or miserable person to be likable or to empathize with her, but even golden retriever nice guy Pete faces conflict in the show. The fact that Pete is not universally beloved and accepted as perfect and that he has conflict with other characters and even little bickerings with Nat like when he let Carmy use their freezer, just makes him a dimensional well rounded character even when he is a seemingly very normal level headed guy like Claire.

The fundamental problem with Claire is that she is tied to Carmy's past, and he does not like his past. He might have liked her in high school or had fond memories of her, but it is very clear he did not like himself in the past and everything he does with her reminds him of it. Claire would have to be written to have something new and different that makes Carmy want to connect with her and want to actually know her for her, if the show wanted any chance of Carmy breaking the connection he has of her with his past and making her a serious and believable relationship for him. There is nothing about who she is present day that has shown that Carmy really cares about her personality, and even she does not seem that invested into Carmy's personality without trying to change it to fit her own lifestyle.

If Claire had a discernible personality, a connection we actually saw with him beyond the romance, conflict with Carmy and other characters, she would have had an actual chance of being more appealing to viewers as a stand alone character, regardless of if they ended up together permanently or not.

#the bear #claire the bear #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #the bear meta

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Girls Night

Kinktober Day 23 Ronal&Neytiri

Warnings: Biting, Blood Kink, Hair Pulling, Enemies to Lovers (Not Really), Cunnilingus, Tongue Fucking. Rough Play, (minor) choking, Jake and Tonowari Love Their Wives

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one. It is very plot heavy for the first half

Thank you @pandoraslxna, for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @plutism

“Would you do this for us, pretty girl, please?” Jake begs on his knees.

“We would be forever grateful for your assistance,” Tonowari muttered, standing behind Jake.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I mutter, “ So let me get this straight because your wives are fighting instead of handling it yourselves. You want to gift me to them so they can use me for their carnal pleasures, and they’ll hopefully get along after? How does any of this make sense?”

“They’re both onto you, and we think that they will put their differences aside in order to sleep with you.” Jake smiled uncertainly.

Tonowari steps in, “We have already tried sleep with each other's wives, but their quarrel does not lay with us, but each other. If they both sleep with you at the same time, then they will have to face one another in an intimate setting.”

I look between the two of them at their hopeful faces, “You do realize that if they don’t tear me apart during the process, I’m going to be a bloody mess at the least.” I sigh defeatedly, my dreams for a quiet night gone.

Tonowari chuckles, “Being with one of those women will guarantee bloody marks. I will make sure to pack Ronal a healing bag when she goes to meet you.” He runs his hand down my arm.

“Pack a healing bag? Do you really think that’s a convincing argument?” I asked, bewildered.

“Well, that may not be convincing, but you are going to have two territorial women, both eager to outdo each other and their goal is your pleasure, Sweetheart. They’re both gonna fight for your attention, and their weapon of choice will be pleasure.” Jake says, holding my hands.

Jake’s words affected me, heat traveling to my core, but I acted like I remained unaffected, “Why is this becoming a thing? The last three times you and Tonowari got into tiffs, you’re wives asked me individually to help state you, and now you two are throwing me at them? What kind of arrangement is this?” I bemoaned, utterly bewildered by these continuing events.

Tonowari took one of my hands from Jake and brought it to his lips, “The same arrangement that keeps everyone calm and happy, the same arrangement where all of our children stay at your marui, or you children come to ours, the same arrangement were you sleep together on our sleeping mates between us. We could never make you choose between us, so we are happy with how things are.”

His earnest reply brought tears to my eyes. Knowing what he said was true.

As I blink back tears, I give them my answer, “Alright, eclipse sounds good. I have not slept with either Neytiri or Ronal yet. They both deserve my attention, too. I do not want them to think that I am not interested in them the same way. I want to give them my love.” I speak earnestly.

“Thank you, Love,” Jake kisses me softly.

“Yes, thank you, Sumtsyìp,” Tonowari kisses me after, “Do not worry about the kids; Jake and I will care for them.”

“Alright, but be warned, Enzo has been moody lately. He may do better if you stick him with Aonung.” I reference my youngest son, only two years old.

A deep rumbling laugh came from Tonowari, “I have never seen something so small be so terrifying. But seeing Aonung taking on a more caring role is nice.”

Jake matches Tonowari’s laugh, “Neteyam is still disgruntled that Enzo chose Aonung over him. He always watches them pouting.”

“It doesn’t help that not one of my three kids chose him. My kids love Neteyam; there is no doubt about that, but none of them chose to cling to him.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“We’ll all sleep at our marui. That way, we can all be together when you three return.” Tonowari decided.

“If you want all nine kids under the same roof, then you will need as much luck as I do.” I mostly joke. Jake’s face went pale at the sight.

“Alright, you need to prepare for tonight, as do we. We will see you either late during eclipse or after.” Tonowari kisses me one last time before turning to leave.

“Good luck tonight. I will ensure Neytiri has a pouch of everything you need.” Jake kisses me after, holding me tight.

“Thank you, Love. I will need all the help I can get, being in between those impatient women.”

Jake just laughs in response.

My marui is farther away from the hub of the village. Instead, I chose a smaller, secluded marui near some land. I have a small portion of isolated beach to myself and am able to grow human-safe food for my kids and me. Even a smaller marui is plenty big for four humans, but once I started hosting nightly sleepovers with the Sully kids, Aonung, Tsireya, and even Rotxo, I had to expand my marui. I moved my garden further away and added on to my marui to accommodate all the kids.

While waiting for Ronal and Neytiri to arrive, I clean up any leftover clutter and move the furniture aside, giving a wide room to play with and making it easier to clean up after. While I had not slept with either of them yet, I had heard stories and knew that tonight would end in a huge mess.

I sit on the dock leading from my marui, enjoying the gentle waves and the breeze when two presences sit on either side of me.

“The stars here are always so bright.” I start, not looking away, “I had never seen the stars before coming here. Earth is too polluted, smog covers the sky, and even sunny days are a rarity. I took up bioengineering and environmental studies, hoping that maybe I could make a difference and help save my world. But the RDA had other plans. They asked every scientist in my field of study to work for them, and if you disagreed, you were taken by force.” I explain, the thoughts weighing heavy on me.

“That’s how I got brought here, kicking and screaming. Two women were in the same boat as me, forced to work for them, but we were kept together. Kiana and Lethabo were headstrong women and damn good at what they do. Lethabo fell pregnant first, and Kiana fell pregnant four months later. Damn, did that tick off the higher-ups,” I smile at the memory of their fuming faces before my face turns sour, “Lethabo died while birthing Kagiso, he was a big baby she tore severely, and they couldn’t stop the bleeding in time. Kiana and I cared for him together while still forced to work for those bastards.” Tears fell from my eyes, remembering how the RDA doctor handed me Kagiso without a word before turning away.

“A couple of months later, Kiana gave birth to Dakila, who was the description of a bouncing baby boy. About two years later, there was talk about the RDA. That we needed to start a human population on Pandora, and many of the non-cooperative members were on the roster for impregnation. As Kiana had already given birth, they were going to wait until Dakila was older and didn’t need as much care. On the other hand, I hadn’t been pregnant, and they wanted to change that. Thankfully, many people, whether they were there willingly or not, hated this and would help sneak women birth control or give them their choice of man, whichever they preferred. There was a man there, part of the medical division. We had been seeing each other for a while and thought having a kid would have been wiser, so I slept with him, and the pregnancy test came back positive two weeks later. Having two two-year-olds and being pregnant was difficult, but things only got worse.” I swallow the lump in my throat, wiping at my tears, arms wrapped around me, one on each side.

“The higher-ups were worried that the kids would take after us and not want anything to do with the RDA. So they devised a ‘childcare’ system where all the staff would take the kids from the mothers and raise them.” A gasp leaves Neytiri, horrified by what she heard.

“So we planned an escape. It took months to get everything we needed. The biggest thing was the newest experimental drug, changing the human lungs to breathe Pandora’s air. It was the most painful thing I had ever been through, and we had to do it to our kids. I can never forget their screams.” My voice came out choked from my sobs.

“Finally, the day came, and we ran. We blew up labs and equipment. We killed as many loyal members of the RDA as we could. I was heavily pregnant, so my job was to escort the kids to a safe place. I carried Kagiso and Dakila and refused to let them go. My group was to never engage and hide at all costs. We were to regroup at the chosen location, but things went south. The RDA refused to take this standing down. They slaughtered us; hundreds of people were gone in seconds. I waited at the location with the kids, waiting for the 893 members of escapees to return. Only 93 made it back. Kiana wasn’t one of them. Neither was the man who got me pregnant. So I was alone, pregnant with two kids. I lost everyone that night. That was three years ago today.” I trail off.

“Oh, Yawne. You have seen too much,” Neytiri's voice was horce, as holds me closer.

Ronal does not say anything as she moves closer to me; her arm tightens around me, and tears fall into my hair.

“I was originally going to see if the kids could go with either of you, and I would stay here. But I’m glad I’m not going to be alone tonight, and I’m glad you two are here.” I admit. The ache in my heart was easing from their love.

“Yawntutsyìp, we will always be here for you, and we will not leave you alone on this day again.” Ronal’s voice was firm, hiding her tears well.

“Thank you, my Loves,” I whisper, basking in their attention.

Neytiri and Ronal hold me as we watch the waves, the bioluminescent fish swimming around underneath us. This movement is sweet and heartful. It also shows that they can get along, and I remember the original plan.

Sniffling, I ask, “Can we go into the marui? I have it set up for us.”

They unwind from me, helping me up. Walking hand in hand into my marui. They both seemed surprised by the looks of my marui, knowing that it was now or never.

“Ma Tìyawn, is everything alright?” Neytiri asks, confused.

“This is quite odd. Why is all of your furniture pushed aside? Were you thinking of expanding again?” Ronal asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

I giggle as I walk to the middle of the marui, slipping off the top that Tonowari had made me, exposing my breasts to them.

“I’ve heard rumors of you two, so I thought I’d make clean up easier.” I smile at them, beckoning them with my hand.

The two of them were shocked still, as their eyes dilated. Waiting for them to react, I continue to strip, uniting my tewng, leaving me bare in front of them. Ronal started forward, wrapping me in her arms kissing me hungrily. Another set of arms wrapped around my waist, Neytiri’s mouth working on my navel, placing open-mouthed kisses on me. I gasped into Ronal’s mouth, enjoying Neytiri’s mouth and tongue.

Not one to be outdone, Ronal’s hand travels to my breast, circling my nub in tantalizing circles, swiftly becoming a stiff peek in her hold. I moan at the dule stimulations as I fight on where to put my hands. One threads into Neytiri’s hair, while the other bends to hold Ronal’s face.

As Neytiri leaves more kisses, she opens her mouth wider before sinking her teeth into my hip.

Letting go of Ronal’s lips, I moan, “Tiri!” I knew it was coming, but the sharp pain giving way to a burn was unexpected.

Neytiri holds her teeth there before sucking the skin into her mouth, undoubtedly leaving a dark purple mark there. She quickly moves to the fleshy part of my stomach, her sharp teeth easily breaking the skin.

I pull at her hair, “Oh, Tiri,” I hiss, loving the painful pleasure.

“You seem to be forgetting about me, Yawntutsyìp.” Nipping at the shell of my ear, warm liquid flowed down as she moved to my neck; giving it the same treatment, blood flowed down my neck and onto my chest.

Through heavy eyes, Neytiri meets my own, sticking her tongue out and licking up the trail of blood before sealing my mouth in a kiss. The taste of my blood was on her tongue as she forced it into my mouth. She licks and sucks on my mouth feverishly, not giving me the time to breathe. Her tongue takes over my mouth, not leaving a space untouched, as she pushes it down my throat. I gag around her tongue, and tears spring to my eyes, but the feeling goes straight to my core as I rub my thighs together.

Ronal’s hand takes over mine, pulling Neytiri away from me, “Are you always such a savage?” She growled.

A deep hiss came from Neytiri as she flashed her blood-covered fangs at Ronal, “Maybe if you paid attention, you’d see that my Paskalin likes it.”

Ronal bared her teeth at Neytiri’s challenge, “Our Syulang is still a tawtute. Small and fragile, I will not see you choking her again,” Ronal demanded.

“Ronal, it is okay,” I turn her face to look at me, “Jake and Tonowari do worse,” I explain calmly.

She huffed at my response, “That may have been more convincing if your mouth wasn’t covered in blood.” Ronal used her other hand to wipe the blood off my chin and lips.

“Please, Ronal, let go of Neytiri and check that her words are true.” I pout at her, widening my eyes.

Ronal let go of Neytiri’s hair, kneeling on the floor between my legs. She bent me over, so I grabbed onto Neytiri’s shoulders for balance, my tits hanging in front of her face. Ronal spread my legs wide.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been down here. It's quite a different sight since giving birth,” Ronal muttered, parting my folds with her finger, “As much as I would love you to be with child again, I must say this is a pretty sight.” Before she licks a stripe from my clit to my hole.

“Oh!” I shouted, but I didn’t expect her tongue already.

I push my cunt into Ronal’s face, wanting more of her tongue. Ronal gives it eagerly as she focuses on my clit, sucking it into her mouth.

‘Oh fuck, Ronal, that’s good.” I moan, clawing at Neytiri’s shoulders.

Ronal pulls away from my clit with a pop, “See Neytiri, this is how you treat our tawtute.” I could feel her smirk on my folds before she nipped them.

I buck my hips at the stimulation, but Ronal simply grabs them, holding me in place.

“Is Ronal being mean to you, Yawne? How about I play with your pretty tits until she gives it up to me?” Neytiri teased, taking one of my nipples in her mouth.

Bombarded by them both, Ronal continues to switch between possessive licks and harsh nips while Neytiri suckles on my tit, her teeth following soon after, leaving a ring of teeth marks in her wake. I can hear the sounds of Ronal slurping at my pussy, soaked from their actions and still needing more.

“Please! No more teasing!” I whine.

Both of them chuckle at me before eating me like I was their last meal. Ronal pushed my hips forward before bullying her tongue into my cunt, the thick, long appendage sinking deeper than my fingers could ever reach as she suctioned her mouth around the rest of my cunt, pulling on my folds and clit in the process. Neytiri moved back to my mouth, tongue fucking it while her fingers played with my nipples. She pinched, pulled, and sucked at my nipples as her tongue pushed down my throat again. Ready for this time, I suck on her blood-soaked tongue.

I rock my body between them as they bring me closer to my high, overstimulating my body. Ronal’s tongue pistons in and out of me, suckling on my swollen clit; my folds are throbbing from the marks she left there earlier as she pulls on them repeatedly. My thighs start to shake as my climax nears. I moan and yell into Neytiri’s mouth. She only chuckles at my plight before twisting my nipples as Ronal nips at my clit. My knees gave out as my climax hit me. Ronal was able to hold me up with ease as she continued her onslaught, refusing to let me go for a second of my high. I fought to get my cunt away from Ronal’s mouth, crying as the pleasure became too much. Neytiri pulled me away from her, cradling me to her chest.

“And you call me the savage? Yawntutsyìp was begging to get away from you.” Neytiri snarled.

“She was fine; I was going to pull another orgasm from her before you stopped me,” She hissed back.

“Both of you enough.” I demand, “Just give me a minute to relax, and we can go again. Just please, no more fighting,” I trail off into begging.

They stand there looking at me before looking at each other as they seem to come to an agreement.

“Alright, Sumtsyìp. We will get along just for you,” Ronal agreed, curling around me in front of Neytiri.

“But as soon as you are relaxed, we won't be stopping until your floor is soaked,” Neytiti trails off with a sharp grin.

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