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#the way we all agree they had s*x LMAO#like it's the first thing we collectively hypothesize regarding those two#if it is diggs's birthday today then allen will have s*x with him#because they are married and h*rny (they are the couple who somehow never got out of the honeymoon stage#and are constantly ridiculed by all the other couples out of jealousy and praying on their downfall)#the lets be real LMAO đđ#cus it's so obvious!!! fr!!!#i like how with pg/kawhi and it was kawhis bday or smthin i was like oh i bet pg stayed up all night#setting up a romantic over the top candle light dinner even after a tiring game bcs he wants to show off his love so bad#and with diggs/allen it's just#they had BED BREAKING absolutely AWESOME s*x âźď¸#sorry but when they are always so h*rny on main ... the answers are so evident#of course allen probably treated diggs to a romantic dinner of buffalo wings#then f*cked him on the table tho#probably while eating some wings too hes a voracious man#they love each other so much that they also just cant keep their hands off each other for five seconds#allen was probably grunting 'happy birthday! birthday! bday! bornday!' everytime he hit that it started getting annoying#so diggs ended up telling him to just not post anything for his birthday đ#hes had enough#it's like that one guy who played the same s*x song so much all the time his girlfriend grew to hate it and their s*x#imagine diggs casually scrolling on insta reposting his happy birthday wishes on his story#while josh is going absolute ham behind him#thats why diggs barely said anything in reply to his wishes#multitasking power bttm king#we love to see it#thank you for submitting your lovely hypothesis our TA will grade it poorly#ted asks#ted redacted#ted sus#diggs/allen
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Three Crows and a Goat
Fandom: Shadow and Bone / Grishaverse
Tags: m/m, character introspect, kind of fluff, jealousy, Asexual Kaz
Main Pairing: Kaz/Jesper
Summary: Kaz Brekker wasn't an emotional man, at least not when it came to expressing his emotions. He rather showed it. Like by getting his partner an Emotional Support Goat.
Links: On AO3 / On FFNet
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Kaz Brekker wouldn't consider himself a emotional man. That wasn't to say he didn't have emotions; he simply preferred not to broadcast them, or to say them out loud. He was a controlled man, a man who always had control â over himself, his emotions, any situation at hand.
He had been informed that while that made him brilliant at his job, it made him questionable at best as a romantic partner. He wasn't one for physical signs of affection either. Human touch came... hard to him. Very rarely and only with those he truly trusted and loved. So any touch at all was already a huge sign of his affections. Still, when his eyes would wander and he saw other couples, hanging all over each other, constantly touching. It made his skin crawl. And it on occasion woke a strange sense of guilt â not an emotion Kaz experienced too often.
His partner didn't mind. He knew Kaz, knew who Kaz was â and that was who Jesper loved. The whole package, all of it, all of him. Baggage, quirks, issues and all. They had found their own ways of handling some things; Kaz' dislike of touch extended to a sexual level. It wasn't something he desired, even though he was close to Jesper, close enough to touch him on occasions, in reassurance, gently. Not sexually. For long, he had thought those two were linked, the same; he disliked touch, so of course did the thought of touching someone intimately not sit right with him. It was only after he had... fallen in love, that he had come to realize that these two things were not entirely the same, because even when he felt the urge to touch Jesper, it was never in such a manner.
And even that, Jesper was okay with. He'd had such a soft look on his face when he had assured Kaz of that. Yet Kaz knew Jesper was a sexual creature, he was a physical person. And so they had come to an agreement, regarding that. As long as it was purely sex â no emotion, no repeats, no personal details exchanged â Jesper was free to lay with whoever he liked.
On occasion, very rare occasions, Kaz found himself doubtful. Doubtful whether this was enough for Jesper. Because Jesper was not like Kaz â he was an emotional person. He was expressive in his emotions. Affectionate. Perhaps not in the traditional sense either, but still.
All of these factors culminated in Kaz Brekker, feared and respected throughout all of Ketterdam, carrying a fluffy baby goat through the streets. If any of his enemies could see him now-
He tried to carry the fluffy baby goat with as much dignity as he could, but there was very little dignity in carrying a fluffy baby goat. The only thing that kept him going was knowing what the goat was for. He knew both Jesper and Inej had thrown him suspicious and surprised looks when he had volunteered to get the goat; that was a job far beneath Kaz Brekker. There was a reason.
Because Kaz was not too good at showing his emotions. And because Jesper was very expressive in showing what he was feeling at all times. And because Kaz knew what the goat was for.
/break\
On the train, seeing Jesper just completely lose it and have a meltdown, Kaz knew most other partners would have gone over there to comfort him personally, hold him close in a tight, soothing embrace. Kiss him, hold him, make him feel safe. Kaz knew how to do the last of those and on occasions the first two, but this was different. This was on a different level.
"I need you to calm down. Hug the goat, shut the hell up!"
At first, Jesper looked startled. Him and Inej had both suspected the goat to be bait, to be a sacrifice if push came to shove. With furrowed brows did Jesper pick up the goat and gently caress it before hugging it tightly. Kaz could hear him whisper a startled so soft before he wrapped himself around the small furred creature. Fully and completely wrapped around the goat.
Kaz sat stiff, watching with wary eyes. Watching the gentle touch as Jesper caressed the fur, buried his face in the goat's neck, hugging it with both arms. The longer he hugged the goat, the more he calmed down. Physical contact soothed him. This comforted him. And Kaz knew that. He also knew he wouldn't be comfortable trading places with the goat, being hugged with so much intensity, two arms wound tightly, face buried in a neck, full body contact. The thought was overwhelming.
And so Kaz Brekker had gone and organized a goat. A small, soft goat. The one the woman he had gotten it from had assured him was the cutest of the goats. So Jesper would have something, something soft and warm and reassuring. Something to hug.
Perhaps Kaz was not the typical kind of partner, perhaps he couldn't offer Jesper the same things others could. But he was Kaz Brekker and he knew how to make the things he could do count.
The smirk spreading over his lips was pleased and satisfied as he watched his partner calm down enough to get up and get his gun out and shoot with pure, raw precision at any danger threatening them from the outside.
/break\
Kaz ran his hands over his cane. Over the mended parts. It was a love-language in itself, the way Jesper had fixed the cane. Theirs was a subtle way of showing each other their affection, but that did not make it any less strong. Like his hands, his eyes wandered. They were on a ship, about to leave for Ketterdam again. Return home. This mission had been a huge failure all around. Perhaps not a full failure, considering they had seen the 'saint' with their own eyes. Had seen the Sun Summoner, the light, the power, the... miracle. Kaz was not a believer, yet did religion not stop being religion when it was physical and graspable? The girl sitting opposite him was not some fabled saint in some religious tomb to be prayed at. She was no Sun Summoner or Sankta Alina, she was a lost girl. She was a lost girl, a scared girl, as he had seen so many before in his life.
The supposed saint sat between her friend and Inej. Inej, who had barely been able to tear her eyes off Alina since they had met her. There was awe and wonder in Inej's eyes, in a way Kaz had never seen before. Even as she was speaking with Jesper, she could hardly look away from Alina.
"The friends we made along the way."
Kaz quirked an eyebrow at that, looking more intensely at Mal and Alina. They truly expected to keep those two, didn't they? No. Lost girl or not, Kaz wasn't in the habit of keep every stray they met. Though, admittedly, he did invest in one of a kind and there was probably nothing more unique than the Sun Summoner herself. It would make Inej happy, that was for sure.
"I'm talking about Milo," clarified Jesper indignantly when Alina looked to be getting a big head.
"Who's Milo?" wanted Mal to know, confusion all over his face.
It was Inej who rolled her eyes, albeit affectionately. "No one you need to concern yourselves with."
That only made Jesper look even more offended. The goat was supposed to serve one purpose; get Jesper through the train ride safely. Instead, he had... grown attached to the animal. Named it. Bonded with it. Kept bringing it up. Kaz Brekker was not a jealous person in nature â he knew what was his and he made sure they were always clear in what that meant. Yet, inexplicably so, he felt jealous of a goat. A ridiculous motion that he most definitely could not allow anyone to know about. What was, perhaps, even more ridiculous was what followed.
"Mister Brekker. Your... special delivery, sir."
Kaz arched an eyebrow and turned toward the voice. "About time. The ship is about to leave."
He put as much displeasure into his words as possible, though he still took the bag of coins from his belt and handed it over to the young woman, in exchange for... a rope. Jesper next to him gasped m a high-pitched manner as he turned and saw what was on the other end of the rope.
"Milo!" Jesper's voice was loud, drawing unwanted attention and earning a pointed glare from Kaz, causing him to immediately drop his voice. "But howâWhere-Why? I thought our funds were dwindled, why would you-?"
As he spoke, or rather rambled in broken half-sentences, he picked up the goat, hugging it close and kissing its head. Kaz made a face at that, though subtly so. Though he may not understand why Jesper felt that way about this creature, he knew the goat was making him happy. Otherwise, Jesper would not have kept bringing it up all the time.
"It seemed like a worthy investment," dismissed Kaz shortly.
Inej was hiding a smile and... Mal made a loud sound. "The goat! The goat that helped me escape!"
He lunged forward and started petting the goat too, much to everyone's surprise. "You too? How?"
"There, in that necklace around its neck, was a bullet. I used it to break my chains. To escape. A good boy, aren't you? Such a good boy!" Mal laughed, ruffling the goat's fur.
"His name is Milo and he is the best boy," agreed Jesper eagerly, petting Milo's flank.
"Milo, is it? Pretty boy," Mal was nearly cooing at that. "How do you know him?"
As Jesper launched into a retelling of how they had first crossed the fold, the other three were left simply staring at them. At least Kaz wasn't the only one watching them in mild disturbance. When Kaz turned a little, Alina had taken a seat next to him.
"You two are a very... different couple," whispered Alina curiously.
"I doubt that is any of your business," stated Kaz just a little coldly.
He wasn't one for chitchat either. Though he had to admit, he was mildly impressed that she had picked up on it. Most people who met Kaz and Jesper didn't realize what they were, that they were partners beyond their work. Perhaps there was a potential to Alina, even beyond being a Sun Summoner. She could be useful. Not that he was making any definite decisions, though he had to admit that it would bring Inej joy. And, looking at Jesper and Mal bonding over a goat, all Kaz saw was yet another argument Jesper and Inej would use to try and convince him to keep Mal and Alina.
"This is very thoughtful of you," continued Alina, not minding him, the smallest smile on her lips.
Kaz opted to ignore her. Perhaps then she would go away. Or stop irritating him. She surely seemed to fit in with them, he mused as he looked back toward Jesper, Mal and the goat.
"Oh. Oh, I'll go and find him something to eat," suggested Mal eagerly. "He deserves it."
Jesper handed the rope over to Mal and let the other lead Milo away. Instead, he turned toward Kaz, basically beaming at him. That expression surely was worth the money spent. Kaz swallowed down the smile fighting its way up onto his own lips. No such things, certainly not in public. Instead, he slowly reached out and rested his hand on Jesper's, holding it gently. If possible, the smile on Jesper's lips brightened even more.
~*~ The End ~*~
#Fanfiction#Kaz x Jesper#Kesper#Kazper#Shadow and Bone#Kaz Brekker#Jesper Fahey#Inej Ghafa#Milo the Goat#Mal Oretsev#Alina Starkov#Ace Kaz#Character Study#SaB Spoilers
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Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a quick story about Shirabu from Shiratorizawa about the manager. They're really close and basically dating but not? The team is sus of it, trying to either get em together or just questioning them. Thanks!
â*~ I Like You~* â (Shirabu x Reader)
âŁď¸WarningsâŁď¸: None :)
âŁď¸GenreâŁď¸: Fluff
âŁď¸Word CountâŁď¸: 1.6k
âŁď¸A/nâŁď¸: I have never written for Shirtabu or even really read much of his stuff but it was really fun writing for a new character! Hope you enjoy!Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę
It was safe to say, you knew Shirabu better than anyone. Growing up together gave you that advantage. It was as though the two of you were attached at the hip. Practically a twin, you had him figured out in every aspect. You were together for every tumble on the playground, every first day of school, (awkwardly enough for him) his awkward voice crack stage, and he was there for you too. So when Shirabu joined the Shiratorizawa team, of course you would be there right next to him.
The team loved you as their manager. Not only were you incredibly cute, you were funny too. You took your duties as team manager very seriously and were always prepared, you were a perfect addition. Quickly enough, you became very good friends with all the boys on the team, but it was without doubt, you remained the closest to Shirabu. That was obvious to everyone. To anyone who didnât know you guys, it would be easy to mistake you for a couple, and the guys did question you both when you first came to the school. After about a year though, they finally let it go, but not without suspicion something would eventually happen.
âY/n you better be up! We are gonna be late for morning practice!â Shirabu pounds on your door jolting you awake from your bed. âShut the hell up! Itâs too early to be yelling.â You lazily unlock the door to see him fully dressed and with his school bag. âWhat time even is it?â You grab your phone to see the time and quickly run to grab your uniform. Without a second thought, you go to pull off your fuzzy pajama pants when Shirabu silently screeches and turns around.
âYouâre so dramatic Kenji.â You didnât have time to tie the bow on your uniform so you just threw the ribbon around your collar. As soon as you were decent, you gave Shirabu the permission to turn around. Hints of red still lingered on his face and the tips of his ears but as he saw your figure running around the dorm room like a maniac he couldnât help but let out a laugh.
âStop laughing and help me find the playbook, the coach is gonna kill me if I donât bring it!â Now your room wasnât necessarily messy, but definitely cluttered. You hop around the room with one foot as you wedge on your shoes looking for a million different things at once. Shirabu finds the playbook hidden underneath a million different other textbooks and random papers and slides it out from the mountain.
âHow do you get anything done in this mess?â Turning around to see him holding the book, you snatch it from his hands and throw it into your bag.
âI manage just fine thank you very much.â
âClearly.â You stick out your tongue at him through the mirror as you attempt to flatten down your hair,
âWeâre gonna be late Y/n, we really need to go.â
â Shit, Iâll just have to brush it out at practice.â
Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you try to smooth out the creases in your uniform before huffing and giving up. Both of you speed walk throughout the halls and the contrast is almost cringeworthy. Shirabu looked as put together as he always does, his jacket without a single crease and every button in place while you looked like you just got out of bed, well technically you did. Fifteen minutes ago to be exact. Shirabu laughs out loud at your hair that just wonât seem to go down.
You continue to try and brush your fingers through it, but that was a losing battle. Glaring at your longtime friend as you make it through the gym doors, â Shut up Kenjiro, cause last time I checked your hair still looks like a 5 year old cut it with their eyes closed.â
That shut him up real quick, and with a new smirk of your own you went to set up the gym for morning practice. The boys took turns making fun of you which is nothing new, but when Semi jokingly ruffles your messy hair, Shirabu felt the smallest wave of insecurity wash over him. You slightly shove Semi before attempting to ruin his hair while laughing. The feeling only got stronger and could only be described as jealousy. It was utterly futile but he quickly glared Semiâs way before going into the locker room to change.
Tendou being the instigator he is, noticed the begrudging look on Sirabuâs face and that was enough for him to assume there was something going on. Of course he brought this to the attention of the rest of the team,
âLove is in the air boys, canât you feel it.â The team was well aware of Tendouâs daily shenanigans and it was only Goshiki who entertained him out of straight nativity. âWhat do you mean?â
Tendou spins around and points to the locker room, â Our boy Shirabu is jealousssss.â He sings out and ushijima sighs. This has not been the first time Tendou has brought up the possibility of a relationship between their manager and the second year but with no real proof, it just remains as a âwhat ifâ.
âTendou stop meddling where you shouldnât.â Ushijima is straight to the point and sees no benefit in interfering with their relationship. Semi agrees with a nod and the rest of the team gets back to their drills.
âBut isnât it our responsibility as third years to set up the team for success once weâre gone!â
Semi chimes in, âWhat does that have to do with their relationship?â
âOur Shirabu and Y/n are going to be third years⌠and I just want to be nosy and iâm bored!â
âOkay well at least youâre being honest.â Semi crosses his arms and looks back to the locker room as Shriabu walks out. He is met with another cold glare from him and that's all the convincing needed to get Semi onboard. Ushijima wants no part of whatever the hell Tendou has planned and leaves the pair to their own devices.
The rest of the day was spent with clear attempts to get the two of you alone together. You noticed how strange Tendou and Semi were being and eventually caught one of them alone.
âTendou what are you up to?â You give him a condescending look and he turns to you absolutely clueless. âWhatever could you mean Y/n?â
Your stare hardens and Tendou gives you a look before finally cracking.
â I couldnât help but notice how Shirabu has been looking at you lately thatâs all.â Sighing you cross your arms looking down trying to hide the blush that started to run across your face. âSomeoneâs got a cruuushh!â Tendou sings aloud which you are quick to shut up.
You hadnât admitted to anyone about your crush on Shirabu. It was easy to hide it behind the longtime friendship the two of you shared. But the new feelings you had for him scared you. Not just because of the possible rejection, it was the risk of tainting one of the most important relationships in your life. To ruin that over an immature crush was ridiculous- or at least that's what you told yourself.
âPlease donât say anything to anyone, especially KenjirĹ.â You plead and Tendou gives you a soft smile before promising to leave things be.
After school practice was officially over and after cleaning up the gym, Shirabu was walking you back to your dorm. For probably the first time ever, there was an awkwardness between the two of you. He wouldnât make eye contact and you feared Tendou told him something.
You suddenly stop, Shirabu turns back to you confused.
Tendou was going to die tomorrow, but if he said something, you might as well be honest.
â I like you Kenji.â You looked down shocked with yourself. You actually said it.
Shirabu searches your face for any trace of a joke, were you playing around? But by your stature and the nervous aura that surrounded you said otherwise.
âLike friends?â He didnât know how to react, of course he thought about you as more than just a friend. The amount of times he had wanted to reach for your hand. Constantly wondering what they would feel like in his. How many times did he almost reach to tuck your hair behind your ear? His heart started racing faster and he silently prayed that this wasnât a joke.
âY-You know that isnât what I mean.â You started to panic a little, this was a bad idea. A sinking feeling in your chest began to grow bigger and bigger and you felt like burying yourself ten feet under. Was he playing dumb or did he really not-
âI like you too.â Your eyes shoot up and he attempts to remain calm.
âOhâŚâ Now he was internally freaking out.
âWhat do you mean âohâ!â
You burst out laughing and only then does he calm down too. Both of you laugh at how ridiculous the two of you look. Nothing about your guy's confession was graceful or remotely romantic, but it was perfectly imperfect.
There was a lot to talk about, but there was all the time in the world to discuss what you two were.
The next morning you walked into the gym (on time!) hand in hand. You silently whispered a âthank youâ to Tendou and though he had no idea what he did, he accepted it.
(The team also owes him 30 bucks)
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Strawberry Daiquiri (Witney) - Miss Bianca
Summary:
If emotions are for ugly people, then Courtney Act has turned Willam into something hideous.
(She tries to hate her for it, but her heart isnât in it.)
A/N: Itâs me again, with more Witney! This time, a really long ass oneshot. I started this like a month ago, and Iâve been working on it on and off since then. So much thanks to my partner in crime, @artificial-jazz, for being my proofreader and this ficâs #1 fan. Please tell me what you thought! I really appreciate people who do.
Willam is a quick thinker. Sheâs used to knowing what she likes and dislikes about a person within a few minutes of meeting them, and knowing what she wants from them within ten minutes, max.
(Usually, thatâs sex. Sometimes itâs money, but those two often go hand in hand anyway.)
Overall, she thinks sheâs a pretty levelheaded girl. She sets herself rules and sticks to them, she doesnât get confused about what she wants, and she doesnât do complicated.
At least, she tries not to do complicated.
Itâs not always easy, though, as sheâs learned. Particularly not when it comes to a certain blonde Aussie who looks, smells, and sings like an angel.
(She hasnât fucked Courtney, not yet at least, but sheâd bet her favorite pair of Loubs that she moans, kisses, and tastes like one, too.)
Willam canât stand all of the conflicting, confusing things that Courtney makes her feel. Sometimes, when Courtney smiles, the resulting burst of emotion in Willamâs chest feels like a high, and for the first time in her life, she finds herself actively trying not to become an addict.
If emotions are for ugly people, then Courtney Act has turned Willam into something hideous.
(She tries to hate her for it, but her heart isnât in it.)
Being around Courtney makes her want to drive her precious car off a bridge with the other girl in the passenger seat, hoping they both die on impact, and Willam decides thatâs just something sheâs going to have to get used to. Itâs not like sheâs going to cut her best friend out of her life.
(After all, having Courtney continue to tolerate and even like her is probably one of the best things thatâs ever happened to Willam. She thinks sheâd rather shit out a steak knife than fuck it up.)
Sometimes, Willam manages to convince herself that the feelings are just jealousy. Courtney is way prettier than her, with naturally blonde, wavy hair that doesnât have to be bleached and dyed and re-bleached and teased into curls to look right.
Hitting high notes is effortless for her, and so is being kind. People like her on sight, and love her after a single conversation. She wants to be a singer, the kind they play on the radio every day, and Willam thinks that if anyone can persuade a dream to come true, itâs Courtney.
Sheâs slim and gorgeous, but also absolutely ripped - something Willam realized after she was picked up effortlessly by Courtney and carried, kicking and laughing, out of reach of an adorable pet store puppy she was ready to shell out $800 for right then and there.
Courtney had yelled at a giggling Alaska to open the car door, and then sheâd manhandled Willam into the driverâs seat and strapped her in with a grin, practically climbing on top of her to do it.
It wasnât until Willam had righted herself in the car seat and started driving that she realized her panties were sticking to her uncomfortably. And by that time, Courtney was chirping happily about some TV show that Willam had never heard of, and so sheâd pressed thighs together and tried to forget all about it.
(It hadnât worked, and sheâd given in and run her vibrator batteries down that night to increasingly kinky fantasies about her sweet-as-vanilla-icing best friend.)
So, most of the time, Willam is forced to admit that itâs not just jealousy.
Particularly at night, when she has the dreams.
Willam dreams about Courtney more than sheâd like to admit. It happens during her accidental naps, and when she passes out drunk, and even when sheâs asleep in someone elseâs bed after a hookup.
Theyâre innocent sometimes, but mostly theyâre dirty, the kind of sex dreams that most single women would probably sell their souls to have on a regular basis. Â
Itâs those dreams that affect her most - or, rather, the part of the dreams that sometimes happen after sheâs come all over Courtneyâs fingers while the other girl whispers âwhoreâ in her ear. Dream Courtney will pull her into her arms, playing with her hair lazily or just holding her close, and call her an angel or beautiful or something disgustingly sappy like that.
And every time, Willam wakes up with sticky thighs and flushed cheeks and a fluttering pulse, pissed as fuck at herself.
Willam does her damndest to push all the confusion and the desire and the slight aching feeling in her gut to the back of her mind as soon as she wakes up after one of those dreams, praying that it stays there throughout the day.
The last thing she needs is to have the idea of sex with Courtney hovering in her mind if the other girl shows up unexpectedly at her apartment or car, as Courtney tends to do.
(The last thing she needs is to remember how dream Courtney touched her like other people donât, like she was something precious, when real life Courtney is standing right in front of her.)
She has no idea when it became impossible to keep Courtney in her friendship box, next to Alaska and all of their other friends. But Courtney left that box in her dust long ago, and Willamâs starting to get scared of where she might end up.
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âI feel cute in it,â Courtney announces, spinning in a circle in the changing room and posing for the mirror.
âCourt, you look like a fucking parrot.â
âI dunno, I think she looks pretty.â
âShe could wear a potato sack and look pretty, Alaska.â
âThatâs true.â
The dress in question is blue and yellow tulle, strapless and big-skirted. It looks ridiculous, like a Quinceanera gone wrong, and Willam canât stop giggling.
Alaska draws a circle in the air with one long nail, making Courtney spin again.
âMmmmâŚâ Alaska hums slowly.
Courtney looks at her expectantly, waiting for a verdict. Willamâs eyebrows lift in anticipation.
âItâs fashion,â she drawls in signature Alaska style, and Willam bursts into laughter again. âNo, really, I love it.â
âI think I do too,â Courtney chirps.
âMmhm!â Alaska is pressing her lips together, clearly trying to keep from laughing, and Willam side-eyes her.
The mischief is sparkling in Alaskaâs eyes, and Willam suddenly gets it.
âSpin for me one more time, Court,â Willam says.
Rolling her eyes dramatically, Courtney spins once more, her arms flapping back to her sides when she comes to a stop.
âYou know what girl? You should totally go for it,â Willam says, trying her hardest to keep a straight face with Alaska grinning next to her.
âReally?â Courtneyâs face lights up with surprise, and Willam canât help smiling back at her.
âYeah, itâs cute.â
Itâs a blatant lie, and Alaska is shaking with silent laughter. Willam elbows her subtly.
Courtneyâs got her hands clutched in front of her chest as she looks in the mirror. Thereâs a curl of blonde hair thatâs come loose from her updo, and as ugly as the dress is, the cut makes the lines of her neck and shoulders look even more graceful than usual.
She turns to look back at Willam hopefully, and the blue in her eyes is even brighter than usual as it reflects the dress.
âYou think so?â
âUh-huh.â
A brilliant smile flashes across Courtneyâs face, and something flutters in Willamâs stomach as she looks up at her from where sheâs sitting on the bench.
(The dress might be ugly, but Courtney is so beautiful that it almost doesnât matter.)
âOkay, Iâll get it,â Courtney declares.
âOkay, cool,â Alaska says with a tongue pop. âI wanna go back to shopping.â
âHold on,â Courtney says, holding up a finger.
She unlatches the door to the changing room and slips outside, and Willam glances at Alaska, frowning.
âWhat is she -â
âBianca!â Courtney calls.
âFuck,â Alaska mutters.
âGoddamnit.â
âWhatâs up, Court?â Adore calls back from somewhere else in the changing rooms.
âIs Bianca in there with you? I wanna show her this dress Iâm getting.â
âDuh,â Adore replies. âHold up.â
âTheyâre probably fucking in there,â Willam whispers, and Alaska stifles a laugh.
âAbsolutely.â
Thereâs a shuffling sound, and then another door opens.
âWhat do you think?â Courtney asks.
âOh my god, sheâs gonna hate it,â Alaska whispers, and Willam hushes her, standing up and shuffling forwards to peer out the doorway.
Thereâs a pause thatâs a moment too long, and then the sound of Bianca roaring with laughter.
âBitch, if you buy that dress, I am no longer your friend,â Bianca announces after sheâs done laughing. Alaska gets up and looks out the door too, pushing in next to Willam. âThat is so hideous, Iâm personally offended, and youâre not even standing close to me. Take it the fuck off!â
âBut Willam and Alaska saidâŚâ
Bianca spots the two of them, and starts cackling again.
âYou cunts!â she shouts.
Alaska is laughing, and Willam is laughing too, clutching her arm to stay standing. Courtney spins around with a horrified expression on her face.
âBill!â She exclaims, scandalized.
âWhat? I didnât do nothing,â Willam grins at her. âIt was Alaskaâs idea.â
âI hate you both.â
âYou know you love me,â Willam laughs as Courtney rounds on her.
âShut up, you cunt.â
Courtney spends the rest of their shopping trip pretending to be annoyed at Willam, and doing an awful job of it. Willam makes sure to tease her constantly, just to see that adorable offended look on her face, and leans on her at every opportunity to soften her up and win her back over.
After Courtney finally gives up the fight, she winds her arm through Willamâs and leans her head on her shoulder as they walk to the mall food court for lunch. Bianca and Adore are similarly attached to each other, ever the clingy girlfriends, and it occurs to Willam that she and Courtney probably look like a couple too.
(To her alarm, she doesnât totally hate the thought. She brushes a kiss over Courtneyâs forehead without thinking about it, and the other girl looks up at her with a sweet smile on her face.)
ââ
As Willam finds Courtney occupying more and more of her thoughts, she starts to hook up with men less frequently, and eventually, she stops altogether. She figures itâs a phase, and fucks girls a few nights a week until thereâs a satisfying ache in her tongue instead of her throat.
When guys hit on her in clubs, she uses them to get free drinks, and then leans against the counter next to whatever other girls they seem interested in and chats them up instead. Her type is blondes, the kind who wear bright colors and look adorably surprised when she hits on them.
Usually, though, theyâre inexperienced, and topping them starts to get tiring really quickly.
Men might be less work, but her type of men are also big and burly and their hands donât fit with hers and their hair doesnât fall in her face and they donât smell like a pastry shop.
(And when she closes her eyes right before she comes, she canât pretend that theyâre the woman she was secretly fantasizing about the whole time.)
Alaska asks her about it casually one day, when the three of them are together in Willamâs car.
âYou havenât brought any boys home in a while, Will,â she drawls from where sheâs lounging over most of the backseat, behind Willam. âAre you going fully sapphic? Should we expect a pet cat and a bulldagger haircut soon?â
Courtney giggles from the passenger seat.
âStereotyping? Really?â Willam rolls her eyes, dodging the question nervously. âWhat happened to being progressive and shit?â
âIt has just been girls recently, hasnât it?â Courtney notes, ignoring her. Thereâs a pause, and then, cheeky as ever: âHey, Bill, Iâve got some Ikea furniture I need assembled -â
âShut up!â Willam exclaims over Alaskaâs burst of laughter, grinning despite herself. âI hate you both.â
âNo, really, though,â Alaska insists after her giggles have died down. âItâs totally cool, Iâm just curious. Do you not like dick anymore?â
âI like dick fine!â
âThen what is it?â
âI dunno, just a phase or something,â Willam shrugs, her eyes shifting towards Courtney momentarily on instinct.
âI mean, can you really blame her?â Thatâs Courtney. âSometimes girls are justâŚbetter.â
Alaska makes a careless noise from the backseat, and Willam figures sheâs probably distracted by something on her phone.
She glances over at Courtney again, this time intentionally, and finds the other blonde looking back at her. Courtneyâs smiling and her eyes are bright, and then sheâs tugging the edge of her lip between her teeth lightly. Itâs not enough to mess up her velvety red lipstick, but it is enough to make Willam speed straight through a red light, jolting Alaska back into the moment.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Alaska asks, sounding unfazed as ever, and the moment is over.
(When she thinks about it later, Willam is pretty sure that Courtney hadnât noticed her run the red light at all.)
Alaska and Courtney donât mention her current sexual preference again, seeming to just accept it as a fact of life, and Willam is relieved.
However, Alaskaâs silence on the subject doesnât stop her from wondering about the real reason behind the sudden change herself.
ââ
After admitting to herself that sheâs fucking girls because sheâs hung up on Courtney, Willam decides that the next logical step is to catalog her confusing feelings towards Courtney under pure sexual attraction. She figures that if she focuses on the question of what her pussy tastes like hovering at the back of her mind, sheâll be able to keep it simple - keep emotion out of it.
If the most she wants is to shut Courtney up by pushing her against a wall and kissing her roughly, well, thatâs on brand for Willam, and completely manageable.
But then Courtney shows up on her doorstep on Warnerâs birthday, with a meticulously organized gift basket of toys and high end dog treats. Or she teases Courtney about her accent, and Courtney purses her lips in that adorable way that makes Willam want to kiss her real soft, like touching silky rose petals that are too pretty to risk bruising.
Or they stay up after everyone else is asleep on a girlsâ movie night, and Courtney drags her outside onto Biancaâs penthouse balcony at 6:30 in the morning to watch the sunrise over West Hollywood. And theyâre curled up in a single chair with Willam wrapped easily around Courtney like a blanket, and for once, neither one of them has anything to say.
And Courtney is warm in her arms and the base of her neck smells like sugary perfume, and Willamâs smiling and her ribs feel tighter over her heart with every passing minute, and all the reasons why she maintains a wall around her feelings start to seem really fucking dumb.
(Bianca finds them on the balcony an hour or so later, asleep in that same position, and wakes Willam up with a touch to the shoulder. Bianca doesnât say a word, but her responding smile is strangely sad when Willam mouths a âthank youâ and starts to untangle herself from Courtney before anyone else notices theyâre gone.)
ââ
The first time it happens itâs Willamâs doing, but if anyone asked, sheâd blame Courtney anyway.
Theyâre both a little drunk, sharing an Uber back to Courtneyâs apartment from a depressing night at a club where neither of them had found anyone worth picking up.
Well, at least, Courtney hadnât. Willam had abruptly abandoned the girl she was talking up as soon as Courtney had clutched her arm and pouted at her, asking to turn the girlsâ night out into a girlsâ night in instead.
Skip forwards 20 minutes, and Willam is cornered against the door in the backseat with Courtney halfway in her lap, closer than anyone has any business being unless thereâs sex involved. The tipsiness is making Willamâs head spin a little, or maybe thatâs just the sugary scent of strawberries and rum on Courtneyâs breath from the cocktail sheâd been drinking.
Courtneyâs arm is around her shoulders, one leg draped over Willamâs, and sheâs talking about something but Willam canât process the words - some kind of sensory overload from the vibrations of Courtneyâs chest against her and the way she smells and feels this close.
Courtneyâs always been very touchy with her, particularly when tipsy or drunk, and Willam never has the heart to stop her, even though itâs not her favorite thing in the world. But something about this time feels different, and itâs driving Willam absolutely crazy.
Itâs probably the alcohol in her system, she figures, thatâs making her let her guard down enough to be more affected than usual.
(Or maybe itâs the fact that sheâs lost all ability to screen her thoughts around Courtney, and sheâs pretty sure a mind reader could get off on whatâs going on in her head right now.)
She swears sheâs living in a movie, sometimes, with the situations she manages to end up in.
âYouâre not even listening to me, are you?â
Willam hears that bit, and she turns to look at Courtney just in time to see the other girl laugh.
âNo, I am, I swear,â she replies, and Courtney just shakes her head.
âItâs alright, I know I talk too much,â she shrugs. âBut I just felt like something was gonna happen tonight, like I would meet someone that really rocked my world or changed my life or something, you know?â
Willam nods, even though she has no idea what the context is, and then leans her head against the window starts to zone out again, this time watching Courtney as she continues to talk.
The other girlâs face is so expressive, from her bright eyes to her red painted lips that somehow manage to distinctly express each emotion that she might be feeling, and always in a way that makes Willam want to kiss them.
She isnât sure exactly what it is that makes her finally do it. Probably the alcohol and the way Courtneyâs breath flutters over her neck.
Her hand is behind Courtneyâs neck, pulling her closer, and Courtney swallows the rest of her words abruptly as their lips crash together.
Willam only regrets her decision for a split second, and then Courtney is eagerly reciprocating, and Willam tastes strawberry daiquiri and lipstick. Sheâs got a handful of Courtneyâs hair, clutched tight as if the other girl might slip away.
The change happens so suddenly that by the time Willamâs brain catches up with her actions, Courtneyâs full weight is on her lap. Sheâs being pinned to the seat with one carefully manicured hand pressing at her shoulder and the other keeping her chin tilted up, and thereâs no room to breathe other than quick gasps. Courtneyâs waist feels perfect under her hands, and she loves the way that the other girlâs nose tucks against hers as the kisses get longer.
(Courtney is kissing her hot and deep, like she wants to suck the life from her, and Willam is hopelessly wet and weak under her already.)
It takes a beep and a pointed cough from the Uber driver for either of them to realize theyâve arrived, and Willamâs legs are so shaky that she has to take off her heels to climb the stairs to Courtneyâs apartment. She thinks she might be in shock.
Itâs dark inside except for a lamp that Courtney mustâve left on in her bedroom. The gold light slants through the open doorway, leaving just enough light in the entranceway that Willam can see the smudged lipstick on Courtneyâs chin and how dilated her pupils are. Â
Courtney kicks off her own pumps, breath heavy, and then Willam is being pushed back against the wall, and everything is happening so fast. Courtneyâs hands grip at her sides, her body pressing close, lips trailing hot over Willamâs neck.
Sheâs pushier than Willam expected, more aggressive, and even though itâs turning her on, thereâs something almost impersonal about it.
âCourt, wait,â Willam pants out, her eyes fluttering shut as teeth scrape over her throat. Sheâs not used to being hesitant about stuff like this, but then again, this isnât just anyone. âAre you⌠are we doing this?â
âYou want to, right?â Courtney breathes against her neck, pressing hot kisses down towards her collarbone.
âCourtney,â Willam groans, tugging at her hair. âLook at me.â
Thereâs a low sound that reminds Willam of a growl, and then Courtneyâs head lifts, eyes meeting hers.
âWhat?â Courtney almost snaps, clearly impatient.
Somehow, itâs not until then, when Courtneyâs panting and dark eyed with nails digging hungrily into her shoulders, that Willam processes what all of this means.
And then, the world shifts slightly on its axis, and Willam feels just a little bit less alone.
âYouâŚwant me?â
ââCourse I do, cunt,â Courtney bites out. Her accent is stronger than usual, and Willam almost doesnât recognize her like this. âDoesnât everyone?â
Willamâs lips part, and Courtneyâs eyes immediately flicker down to them, her own lower lip crushed between her teeth. She starts to lean closer, but Willam holds her back for a moment, hand still tangled in her hair.
(She wants Courtney back, of course she does, wants to kiss her until she suffocates. But she wants it to be Courtney whoâs pressing her against the wall, her best friend, not just an aggressive hot blonde who looks like her.)
âWill, are you alright?â Courtney asks, her eyebrows furrowing, concern trickling into her voice.
âYeah,â Willam says, feeling herself relax a little at the familiar expression on Courtneyâs face.
âYeah?â
Courtney looks unsure of herself now, blinking quickly with wide eyes, and itâs so cute and so quintessentially Courtney that Willam canât help but smile at her.
(And if she wanted her before, itâs nothing compared to how much she wants her now.)
âI didnât mean to -â
âCourtney,â Willam cuts her off before the nervous rambling can even start. âIâm fucking awesome.â
The corners of Courtneyâs eyes crinkle, and Willam swears that the whole room gets a little brighter as Courtney smiles back at her. She almost wants to say something, but she canât seem to pull her thoughts together.
And then, Courtneyâs leaning in to crush their lips together again, her thigh pressing between Willamâs legs as she moves closer.
As her hips roll forwards, Willam moans high into her mouth, knees weakening. The muscles Courtneyâs thigh flex, and itâs all Willam can do to cling to her and rock against the hot friction, whateverâs left of her hesitation flying straight out of her head.
The sound of her moans seems to spur Courtney on, hands roaming over her body. Her touch is firm and insistent, enough to make Willam ache and gush against the hard press of her thigh.
Courtney fucks her right there against the wall, hand tucked under her dress, face pressed into her neck. When Willam comes, itâs with Courtneyâs mouth attached to her pulse point, teeth digging into her skin, sucking so hard that Willam canât even see straight.
She eats Courtney out after, kneeling on the floor how she likes to with Courtney perched on the edge of her bed and struggling to stay upright. The insides of Courtneyâs thighs are softer than silk, smooth like peaches or coconut milk, and sheâs dripping onto Willamâs tongue and chin, and itâs messy and dirty and everything Willamâs been hungry for. Â
Courtneyâs groans are breathier than she expected, sexier. Willam canât resist sliding her own hand between her legs to get herself off too, whining quietly into Courtneyâs heat.
Afterwards, the tension melts out of Courtneyâs body, and she tugs Willam up and onto the bed with gentle hands. The lamp in the corner casts soft light over Courtneyâs angelic face, smudged makeup and bright eyes and a smile that makes Willam warm all over. Her hair looks like spun gold against her pillow, and sheâs so beautiful that Willamâs almost afraid to touch her, like she might ruin her somehow if she did.
(Willamâs a slut and proud of it. But for a second, as she looks down at Courtney, she wishes she was something just a little bit better.)
Courtneyâs somehow ended up holding her hand. Sheâs looking up at her almost expectantly, and Willam feels naked, like sheâs walked onto a set without a script or a prompter. She waits, hoping Courtney will tell her where the limits are.
âCâmere, Bill,â Courtney says finally, an affectionate smile tucked into the corner of her mouth.
The nickname breaks the tension somehow, and Willam lets Courtney pull her down and into her arms, tucking her face into her neck. Courtney wraps Willamâs arm around her waist, and Willam exhales, closing her eyes.
Itâs a little claustrophobic, and a little too hot. But in this moment, she thinks sheâd let Courtney hold her forever, if that was what Courtney wanted from her.
And sheâs too tired to really mind, anyway.
Just before she falls asleep, it occurs to Willam that all of this mightâve been a dream. She hopes it wasnât.
ââ
When she wakes up in the early morning, sheâs already mentally prepared to disentangle herself from a sleepy, clingy Courtney and leave for the familiar walk of shame.
But, to her surprise, Courtney isnât cuddled up close to her anymore. Instead, sheâs lying in front of Willam, facing towards her. Hair is falling over her face, a few strands fluttering as she huffs out little sighs in her sleep. Thereâs space between them, just enough that Willam is comfortable, instead of feeling trapped like she expected to.
One of Courtneyâs hands is clasped softly over Willamâs, where it rests flat against the pillow.
It would be so easy to slide her hand away, breaking the only point of contact between them, and leave without Courtney even waking up.
Willam closes her eyes, the comforting warmth of Courtneyâs touch on her hand the last thing she feels as she drifts back to sleep.
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The second time it happens, itâs definitely Courtneyâs fault.
Theyâre all out to dinner, celebrating Adoreâs new record deal. The girl in question even more giddy and gorgeous than usual, and sheâs leaning heavily on Bianca, whoâs pretending to be annoyed. The softness in her eyes gives her away though, and Willam knows how proud she must be.
When Adoreâs manager Sharon gives a sappy and drawn out toast, Bianca kisses Adoreâs cheek, and the younger girl blushes and grins like the whole world is opening up in front of her.
(And maybe it is. Willam thinks that if it was Courtney whose dreams were coming true, she might feel a little bit like Bianca does right now.)
Adore is well on her way to having everything the two of them have ever wanted, and Willam thinks that if she were Courtney, sheâd probably be jealous. But Courtney isnât anything like her. And as Courtney laughs and beams at Adore, Willam remembers how lucky she is to be one of the people that Courtney loves. Her heart skips a little.
After a few moments, Courtney glances over, meeting Willamâs eyes with an amused chuckle.
âSee something you like, Bill?â
âHuh?â Willam hadnât even realized sheâd been staring.
Things havenât been weird between them since they slept together, which was a huge relief. But there is another level of tension, particularly because they havenât talked about it. At all.
âDonât play dumb, I saw you staring,â Courtney says, scooting even closer on the bench and poking Willamâs nose with her index finger. Just like always, Willam fights back halfheartedly with no intention of winning, laughing and leaning away from the finger thatâs now poking at her cheek. Â
âGod, get a room,â Bianca says loudly, eliciting a giggle from Adore. Courtney stops immediately, her cheeks going pink as she rights herself on the bench.
âWell, I -â Courtney stammers. âYou go get a room!â
Sheâs flushing even more now, blinking rapidly, and Willam wants to kiss her cheek like Bianca always does to Adore when sheâs embarrassed.
Instead, she settles for resting a comforting hand on Courtneyâs thigh. The reaction to her touch is evident in Courtneyâs face, her eyebrows lifting slightly and her lips parting, and Willam high fives herself internally.
Suddenly, Willam notices Alaska eyeing them suspiciously, and her heart jolts. She pulls her hand back to her own lap quickly, hoping that Alaska will just forget.
Alaska narrows her eyes, and Willam stares right back at her. Something about the way Alaskaâs surveying her feels like a challenge, and Willam was never one to back down.
Then again, Willamâs also never been challenged while sitting next to Courtney Act, whoâs never had any real concept of boundaries or inhibitions in her life.
Itâs only a matter of seconds before fingers brush lightly over Willamâs clasped hands under the table. The touch is light and innocent, but Willam is affected anyway, her skin tingling under Courtneyâs touch. The fingers travel over Willamâs knuckles, brushing spirals against the skin, and then down and across the inside of her thigh. Willam breaks eye contact with Alaska, inhaling sharply.
She glances at Courtney, whoâs absentmindedly stirring her drink with her free hand and seems to be engaged in Adore and Biancaâs conversation.
âYou bitch!â Willam whispers, quiet enough that only Courtney can hear.
Thereâs a sudden pinch to the inside of her thigh, and Willamâs breath catches. She looks back up at Alaska, whoâs thankfully been distracted by Sharon. Courtneyâs fingers move higher, nudging aside Willamâs clasped hands decisively to slide under her definitely-too-short dress.
âCourt, you -â Willam starts, cutting herself off with a quiet hiss as Courtney pinches her again, harder this time. Nails dig into her skin, and she can feel herself starting to ache.
The pad of Courtneyâs middle finger grazes over Willamâs panties, and she thanks whatever god is listening that Sharon Needles is too caught up staring at Alaska to even remember that thereâs someone sitting next to her. Sheâs losing the willpower to try to stop Courtney, probably because she can feel herself soaking through her thong already.
Courtney still hasnât looked at her. Sheâs chatting away casually with Bianca, seemingly without a care in the world, as she rubs feather-light circles on the insubstantial layer of mesh covering Willamâs clit. It would be easy to swat her hand away, in theory, but Willam is too busy digging her nails into her own thighs and trying to catch her breath.
Somehow, with just a few touches and a careless attitude, Courtneyâs turned her from a snarky loudmouthed cunt into her own personal playtoy.
Itâs probably the hottest thing that Willam has ever seen, much less experienced.
(Sheâd always fantasized about Courtney being the dominant type, but she hadnât actually thought it was realistic. Sheâs never been more thrilled to be proved wrong.)
Courtneyâs touches are getting more insistent now, dragging across Willamâs core and making her hips twitch. Sheâs doing her best to keep her face neutral, but she thinks if she bites her lip any harder sheâll bust it.
Thereâs a small, mischievous smile on Courtneyâs face, and Willam absolutely loathes her with all the brainpower she has left.
Courtney pinches at her clit, and she tastes blood, clenching around nothing.
Willam closes her eyes, one hand gripping the edge of the table. She knows sheâll moan if she comes, but sheâs past caring at this point, shamelessly rocking her hips into Courtneyâs touch.
And then, Courtney stops.
The fingers slide back up her leg, and Willam chokes on air. Her thighs close tightly.
When she opens her eyes, Courtney is finally looking at her, gaze hungry, lower lip tucked between her teeth.
âPlease,â Willam mumbles instinctively, hardly processing her own words.
Thereâs a pause, and then Courtney slides off of the bench.
âBathroom!â She announces brightly, giving Willam a pointed look before she spins around and heads to the back of the restaurant.
Willam waits ten seconds, then scoots off the bench too, tugging down her dress and wobbling a little in her pumps.
âHey, where are you going?â Bianca demands.
âUh, cigarette,â Willam replies, saying the first thing that pops into her head, and then following Courtney towards the back. She can still hear the other girls talking as she makes her way through the tables.
âShe smokes?â Thatâs Adore.
âNot cigarettes,â replies Alaska. âMaybe she meant pot?â
âShe left her purse, though,â Sharon points out.
âThatâs weird,â Adore comments.
Willam recognizes Alaskaâs low voice as the next to speak, but sheâs too far out of earshot to hear the words. She figures sheâll probably care about that much more later.
The door of the single stall bathroom is cracked just an inch, and as soon as Willam starts to push it open, Courtney is grabbing her arm and pulling her inside. The door slams shut behind Willam, and suddenly sheâs got her arms full of Courtney, one hand tangled messily in her hair and the other pulling her closer by her hips as they kiss.
âCourt, please,â she pants when Courtney starts to kiss her neck instead, clenching her thighs together. âIâŚfuck, please.â
âI didnât know you were the type to beg,â Courtney says, lips brushing over Willamâs skin. âBut I think I like it.â
She runs her hands down Willamâs sides, tugging her dress up. Her palms slide back down slowly, one moving forwards to rub over the front of Willamâs hip, fingers teasing the edge of her folds through her panties.
âCan you just - just touch me already,â Willam groans, realizing how desperate she must sound.
Courtney fucking laughs.
Willam thinks her cheeks must be as pink as Courtneyâs had been earlier. Sheâs soaked and sensitive and hot all over from Courtneyâs very public teasing, and her impatience is getting the better of her.
(If sheâs going to have to throw out a perfectly good thong, then Courtney better hurry up and make it worth it.)
âCâmon, please,â she nearly whines.
âSo polite all of a sudden.â Courtney still sounds amused, and Willam hates that itâs making her even wetter. âPlease what?â
âFuck me,â Willam manages, and Courtneyâs hand presses lower, cupping her through her panties. âOh, fuck, please, Court.â
Courtney leans up to kiss her again, and then two fingers are sliding into place inside her. The fingers push deeper, curling just so, and Willam groans loudly into Courtneyâs mouth, her hips rising from the back of the door.
Courtney starts to work her fingers in and out, curling them every time to draw more little moans out of Willam, keeping their faces close so she can cover the sounds up with kisses. As her pace increases, Willam realizes all over again how strong Courtney is, and turns her on even more than the first time.
It doesnât take long before Willam is cursing and begging again, and this time itâs beyond her control. Courtney pushes in a third finger, and Willam can feel herself dripping down her own thighs, struggling to process anything beyond the ache in her core and Courtneyâs biting kisses.
Courtney says something, and Willam nods enthusiastically, not even sure what sheâs agreeing to. She can hear the ensuing laugh from the other girl, and she thinks she might be embarrassed if she could think at all. The pressure is building, and Willam hasnât been fucked like this in ages. She closes her eyes, clutching Courtneyâs waist for dear life.
âCome for me, Will,â Courtney pants, only it sounds more like an order, and this time Willam hears her.
Her climax feels like a car going off a bridge, breaks giving out, airbags popping open, freefalling for what feels like an eternity with no sound except the ringing in her ears.
(And when she hits the water, Courtney catches her.)
Willam opens her eyes to a cloud of blonde hair, and realizes that her arms are full of Courtney again, face tucked into her neck and arms winding around her waist.
After a moment, she leans her head back against the door instead. Courtneyâs smiling at her, her dilated pupils and heavy breaths contrasting with the adorable tilt of her lips.
âWell, goddamn,â Willam exhales. âSheâs a feminine top.â
The corners of Courtneyâs eyes crinkle.
âYouâre welcome,â she replies, always the flirt.
âOh, and sheâs cocky, too!â Willam continues, grinning back at her. âShe thinks sheâs somebody, huh?â
âYour cunt thinks Iâm somebody,â Courtney retorts sweetly, and Willam laughs.
âDoesnât your arm hurt? Jesus.â
âI mean, a little,â Courtney says with a shrug. âTotally worth it, though.â
âA little,â Willam mumbles, shaking her head.
Courtney leans back in to peck Willamâs lips briefly, and then steps back out of her arms, heading over to the sink to wash her hands. Willam watches from her spot against the wall, gaze running up Courtneyâs legs to her ass.
âYou were loud, Will,â Courtney says conversationally. âI bet people heard you.â
âEh.â
âSome of our friends couldâve heard you,â Courtney adds.
âGirl, I think Alaska already knows,â Willam says, shaking her head. âSheâd have to be stupid to not notice, and sheâs not stupid.â
âDoesnât that, I dunno,â Courtney shuts off the water and glances up to meet Willamâs eyes in the mirror. âBother you?â
Willam looks up at the ceiling, considering. She thinks that should bother her - she knows it did when Courtney was teasing her at the table - but sheâs so blissed out right now that she canât bring herself to care.
âNot really,â she says honestly. âWhy, does it bother you?â
âNo.â
âCool.â
âBack to the table?â
Willam almost nods, and then she gives Courtney a once-over and shakes her head instead.
âGirl, câmere, lemme fix your lipstick,â she says, pushing off from the wall and grabbing paper towels from the dispenser. âYour hair is a mess, too. Dumbass.â
âHey, that bit is your fault! And you should see your hair, itâs even worse.â
âMy hair is always a mess. Theyâll just think I sucked dick out back or something.â
âNo, theyâll think you sucked my dick out back, because we both disappeared at the same time.â
âYou donât have a dick, Court. If you did, Iâd be sucking it right now.â
âIt was a figure of speech!â
âMmhm.â Willam tosses out the paper towel, and runs her fingers through the top of Courtneyâs hair.
âHey, wait a sec, canât you eat me out then? I -â
âToo messy, too much work. Gotta get back to the group.â
âBut, WillamâŚâ Courtney pouts, reaching up to untangle a knot in Willamâs hair.
âIâll do it later,â Willam shrugs. âWe can share a Uber? No oneâll know.â
âMy apartment?â
âUnless you want Warner sharing the bed with us.â
âActually, I wouldnât mind that.â
âCool,â Willam grins, fluffing Courtneyâs hair with her fingers one last time. âHeâs gay anyways, heâll stay away from you.â
âHeâs a dog, Willam.â
âSo what? Dogs can be gay too,â Willam insists, keeping her lips as still as possible so Courtney can fix her lipstick. âYou donât know his life.â
âWill -â
âHave you been a homophobe this whole time, Court? Seriously? I trusted you.â
Courtney giggles, and Willam canât help the grin that spreads over her face.
âStop smiling!â
âAre you done yet, maâam?â Willam demands, rolling her eyes.
âIâm trying to make you presentable!â
âFuck presentable,â Willam says, pushing Courtneyâs hands off. âI need another drink.â
She unlocks the door, pulling it open and stepping outside. After a few moments, Courtney is behind her, hand sliding into hers.
âYou shouldnât drink too much,â Courtney says in her ear.
âGirl, look whoâs talking.â
âYou said youâd eat me out later, remember?â
âI can do that drunk.â
âBut it wonât be as good.â
âYou donât know that! Itâll be good, I promise. I can stay down there longer if I canât think straight. Just, like, forget to breathe and shit.â
âWell, okay,â Courtney agrees as they near the table. âIf you buy me a daiquiri.â
âIâll always buy you a daiquiri,â Willam grins. âDonât you know me?â
They slide back into their seats on the bench, and fit themselves back into the conversation. Bianca and Adore are still wrapped up in each other, Sharon seems captivated by Alaska. And Alaska, for her part, is still eyeing the two of them suspiciously.
Courtneyâs head is resting on Willamâs shoulder, their hands still linked together, and Willam smiles at Alaska pleasantly. She raises an eyebrow in return, taking a sip of her drink, and turns her gaze back to Sharon.
Itâs not until later, when the check is on the table and Courtneyâs nails are dragging over her thigh again, that Willam realizes she and Courtney have fucked twice, and made plans to do it again.
They still havenât really talked about it, other than a few words in the bathroom. Willam doesnât know what to make of it, but she likes where itâs headed.
(Any direction that leads to spending more time in close proximity to Courtney Act, especially if sheâs naked, is a direction Willam wants to go.)
ââ
Later that night, it happens for the third time, with Warner locked out of Willamâs bedroom while she gives Courtney an orgasm for the history books.
The fourth time is the next morning, while Courtneyâs magically pulling together a healthy, vegan breakfast from the six items in Willamâs fridge.
Willam thinks Courtneyâs cute when sheâs focused. Courtneyâs also only wearing one of Willamâs big white tank tops, and her nipples are poking through the fabric, and the scoop neck shows off all the soft skin between her small breasts and across the tops.
Food always makes Willam horny anyway, just like virtually everything else. And if Courtneyâs determination was cute, her halfhearted, giggling protests that sheâs trying to cook as Willam feels her up in front of the sink are even cuter.
The fifth time is in the backseat of Willamâs car that night, in the corner of the supermarket parking lot, after Courtney jumps her in the baking aisle.
After that, Willam stops counting.
ââ
âSo.â
âHmm?â
âYou and Court.â
Thereâs a pause, and Willam says nothing, inspecting her short clipped nails as Alaska fixes her with a scrutinous stare.
âHow long has that been going on?â
âYouâre being real vague, girl.â
âYou always share Ubers to get home when we go out,â Alaska states.
âWe all share Ubers.â
âYou always make them drive to my apartment first, even when yours is closer.â
âSo?â
Alaska sighs, clearly exasperated.
âI know you two fucked in the bathroom when we went to Adoreâs dinner party two weeks ago,â she says finally.
Willam swallows, feeling her heart drop into her stomach.
(She knows the happy, thoughtless bubble she and Courtney have been floating around in has to pop eventually. That doesnât make it any easier.)
âFuck, youâre not beating around the bush, huh?â She says after a moment with a nervous chuckle, hoping for Alaska to pull out her Mae West impression and lessen the tension.
âWillâŚâ
âCanât you just, likeâŚâ Willam shakes her head, her hands twisting together in her lap. âI dunno, interrogate Court instead?â
âWhy canât I talk to you?â
âIâm not - Iâm not good at this shit.â
âWill,â Alaska says, sighing. âCan you look at me, please?â
After a moment, Willam shakes her head. Her knuckles are turning white, and sheâs getting scared of what Alaska might think.
(Even more, though, sheâs scared of what might happen if Alaska forces her to admit whatâs going on between her and Courtney out loud.)
âFuck,â Alaska mutters, frustrated, before falling into silence.
Even though Alaskaâs clearly trying to stay relaxed, thereâs something  in her tone that sounds almost desperate, and Willam realizes suddenly that no matter what her relationship with Courtney is, it involves more than just the two of them. After all, Alaskaâs been their other half since sophomore year in college.
Willam and Courtney had always been a mess, right from the first week of freshman year till graduation. From Courtneyâs double major and constant community involvement giving her stress headaches, to Willamâs perpetual morning hangovers, penchant for potentially dangerous hookups, and chronic bad decision making, theyâd been a goddamn disaster waiting to happen.
And then there was Alaska from English class, smarter than Willam and more sensible than Courtney, and twice as mature as both of them put together.
Courtney had decided the three of them were going to do triple room the next year a week after theyâd met Alaska, and it had probably saved both of them from self destructing multiple times.
Alaska had held and comforted Courtney during her breakdowns after Willam had called her in a panic, not able to handle seeing her best friend so upset. Sheâd gotten out of bed at 4 AM most weekends to pick Willam up from strangersâ dorm rooms and apartments when Willam crashed down from her highs and didnât know how to get home.
Itâs been years since college, but despite living in separate apartments now, the three of them havenât lost any of the closeness they built up as roommates.
And if she and Courtney make a mess of this thing theyâve started, the only thing Willamâs sure of is that Alaska will be stuck cleaning up the aftermath.
Willam can feel tears prickling in the corners of her eyes. She squeezes them shut, kicking herself internally both for her lack of control and for her thoughtlessness.
(She hasnât hurt a friend in 307 days. Sheâs been keeping count since Vicky stopped talking to her in 10th grade, and she hates herself a little bit more every time she has to start over again.)
(She hasnât cried in front of anyone except Warner in five years.)
âIâm sorry, Lasky,â she murmurs into the dead air between them.
âI donât get it,â Alaska says after a moment. âWhy didnât you⌠just tell me?â
Willam frowns. Opening her eyes, she glances over at Alaska.
The other girl doesnât look angry like she expected. Her lips are tilted in a confused little pout, her brow furrowed. And when she meets Willamâs gaze, her eyes are sad.
âUhâŚâ Willam blinks at her, trying to figure out whatâs going on.
âI mean obviously you wouldnât want to tell Adore and Bianca, butâŚâ Alaska pauses, swallowing. âWeâve never kept secrets from each other, at least, I donât think we have. I thought - I thought we didnât do that.â
âWait a sec,â Willam says. âYouâre notâŚyouâre not mad that Court and I are fucking?â
âWill, Iâve been waiting for you and Court to fuck since junior year,â Alaska replies after a moment, dryly. âI just - I always thought youâd, like, tell me, when you did.â
âIâŚâ
âIsnât that what friends are supposed to do?â
Thereâs a vulnerable edge to Alaskaâs voice, but itâs something Willam knows how to handle, and her insides are slowly untwisting.
âI thought youâd be, um, angry,â Willam admits finally. âThat we might fuck all of this up, or something. Or that youâd, like, feel like a third wheel.â
âGirl, no,â Alaska says, with a soft laugh. âI know you guys have a different thing going on, and Iâve always been your third wheel anyway, itâs cool. But, I dunno, I wanna be in the loop.â
âOh,â Willam exhales, surprisingly relieved. She wipes at the corners of her eyes carefully with her ring fingers, wanting to make sure all traces of her tears are gone.
She canât help but wonder what different thing Alaskaâs talking about, but now doesnât seem the time to ask.
âIâm sorry if I freaked you out,â Alaska adds, frowning slightly. âIâm totally fine with you guys fucking, I just wanna know whatâs up with my best friends.â
âOkay,â Willam says, crossing her arms and looking up at the ceiling. âWell, we fucked the first time that time we went out without you like a few weeks ago. And then again at Adoreâs party, and thenâŚwell, a few more times.â
âAre you, like, a thing?â
âOh, no,â Willam says quickly, shaking her head and laughing. âNo. We just keep jumping each other, I guess. Weâre, like, super compatible.â
âOkay, girl, I donât need every detail.â Alaska rolls her eyes. âSo youâre like, friends with benefits?â
Willam thinks for a moment. Friends with benefits. The title isnât nearly as scary as sheâd anticipated it being, and Willam thinks she could be okay with it.
âI guess so, yeah,â she agrees. âI hadnât put a name to it, but.â
âCool.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âOkay.â
âIâm gonna hug you now, is that okay?â
Rolling her eyes, Willam opens her arms and beckons Alaska over with a grin.
âSo.â
âHuh?â
âYou and Sharon Needles.â
âWhoâs that?â Alaska deadpans.
âBitch, please. I see you jump outta your chair whenever your phone buzzes. I know itâs her.â
âIâm sure I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âGirl! Iâm serious, spill.â
Thereâs a pause, and Alaskaâs lips twitch in a slight grin.
âText Courtney to get over here, and then Iâll think about it.â
ââ
Life carries on as usual, but with a new normal that includes Willam making Courtney late for just about everything they go to together and Alaska rolling her eyes at them almost nonstop.
Willam finds, to her surprise, that she doesnât care that Alaska knows. And when she tells Courtney about their conversation, Courtney seems mostly relieved that itâs not entirely a secret anymore.
If they were inseparable before, itâs nothing compared to how attached at the hip they are now. Nearly every time Willam looks at Courtney, she finds the other girl already looking back, and her heart skips a beat. Willam doesnât know if thatâs a normal âfriends with benefitsâ thing, but she doesnât question it.
(She suspects that itâs not, which is probably why she tries to avoid thinking about it.)
They spend most nights at each othersâ apartments, naked or partially so under the sheets with messy hair and matching smiles. A lot of the time, Willamâs so shaky from how hard Courtney makes her come that she canât keep her eyes open once theyâre done. But she likes it even better when Courtney falls asleep first.
Courtney never pushes Willam to cuddle with her after sex, seeming content to lie next to her, just as long as Willam knows that thereâs an open invitation to come as close as sheâs comfortable with. And sometimes, she drifts off just like that, with Willam watching sleepily from beside her.
Thereâs something special about Courtney when sheâs asleep. Some magic to the way that her eyelashes flutter slightly, the way that she snores just a little bit when Willam least expects it.
And when Courtney lies on her back and leaves her hand open on the sheet between them, sometimes Willam will take it and link their fingers together. And Courtney will squeeze her hand tight, as if even in her sleep, she doesnât want Willam to even think about going anywhere.
From time to time, sheâll fall asleep facing Willam, and Willam will wait until her breathing deepens to brush her hair away from her face gently, maybe rest a hand on her waist and watch her face shift just a little bit as she dreams.
And occasionally, sheâll leave her back to Willam. And Willam will scoot closer, closer, until her face is buried in Courtneyâs hair and her arm circles loosely around her waist, and she can hold her on her own terms, when itâs dark and quiet and no one can see.
(Those are her favorite nights. Watching Courtney breathe isnât half as good as feeling it, and her hair always smells like flowers. Willam wants to get lost in her and never find her way back home.)
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âItâs not too early to get drunk,â Sharon says, closing her menu.
âBabe, itâs eleven in the morning,â Alaska replies with a laugh, all smiles as she leans into her girlfriend, their hands linked together on the table.
âI know that, Lasky.â
âSo, definitely too early.â
âNo, Needles is right,â Willam puts in with a nod. âAlso, the level of PDA right now is making me wanna barf. Get a room.â
The three of them are unexpectedly having brunch, a decision that had been made after Alaska had gotten a text from Sharon while she and Willam were in line at Starbucks. Courtney had been absent since the morning, when Willam had woken up to a note bedside table saying that she had plans, and sheâd see her later.
Barely fifteen minutes after Alaska got the text, Willam was pulling into a parking spot nearby a fancy looking cafe. Sharon met them inside, along with a country singer named Brian, who she was managing. They havenât even ordered food yet, and Willam already regrets agreeing to come along.
âGirl, please, as if you have any right to complain about PDA,â Alaska snorts, rolling her eyes.
âCourtneyâs not even here!â
âThen this can be payback for years of dealing with you two.â
âWhoâs Courtney?â asks Brian, glancing around the table with a frown.
âWillamâs other best friend,â Alaska replies. âThe one she likes better.â
âHey, wait -â Willam starts.
âIâm just kidding,â Alaska laughs. âSheâs actually Willamâs other half, and Iâm not -â
âHold up, letâs not get crazy here,â Willam jumps to interrupt, widening her eyes at Alaska. âWeâre just dumb blondes who make fun of each other a lot.â
Brian glances between the two of them, an eyebrow raised.
âShe was my first roommate in college,â Willam explains with a sigh. âI havenât been able to get rid of her, and Iâm cool with that.â
âI have a friend like that,â Brian says, nodding. âI get it.â
âWell, Iâm getting a cocktail,â Sharon announces. âYou all can join me, or you can have fun being children.â
âYou know I donât drink during the day, Shar,â Alaska says.
âOne of us has to drive,â Brian shrugs. âI guess Iâm drinking water.â
âSame here, and Iâm not letting Alaska drive my car,â Willam says, shaking her head. âI guess itâs just you.â
âOh well,â Sharon sighs, raising her eyebrows. âYour loss.â
The table falls into slightly awkward silence. Alaskaâs head falls to rest gently on Sharonâs shoulder, and a small, private smile curls in the corner of Sharonâs mouth. Willam picks at the corner of her menu with her fingernail, and misses Courtney.
After they order their food, Willam excuses herself to use the bathroom, even though she doesnât need to. Thereâs something about watching Sharon and Alaska, so obviously smitten with each other, that makes her hands fidget and her palms itch.
And thereâs no one to reach for next to her, no bright giggles or smell of sugary perfume. No one to watch when she canât keep her attention on the conversation.
(She realizes that maybe, sheâs so used to being hyper-focused on Courtney that she doesnât know what to think or how to be without her there.)
Willam stares at herself in the flawlessly polished mirror, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She looks so small, she thinks, standing there by herself. So out of place in front of the classy decor, with her bright, tacky makeup and her crop top and short skirt.
Thereâs a sharp knock on the door, and Willam jumps, glancing around. The bathroom is single stall, and thereâs probably a line thatâs formed by now. Sighing, she looks herself over one more time, and turns to go.
Itâs on the way back to the table that Willam hears it: Courtneyâs laugh. The sound sheâs been missing all day.
She freezes in her tracks, scanning the tables around her for the source. Courtney laughs again, and Willam finds her - a window table in the corner, with her back to the rest of the cafe.
Her face isnât visible, but Willam can see blonde hair and her hand resting on the table. Thereâs a strawberry daiquiri on the table in front of her, and a man sitting across from her.
Heâs tall, with friendly, boyish features that seem designed to make hearts melt. Willam can feel her chest tighten as she looks at him, still frozen in place like a rabbit in the headlights.
The floor is suddenly unsteady beneath her, and itâs like everything she was so sure of is rapidly sliding away while she watches, to shocked to chase after it.
Courtney is giggling again, and she reaches across the table, resting her hand on his.
Willamâs stomach drops. No.
The fight or flight response finally kicks in, and Willam starts walking, as fast as she can without bumping into anyone. Alaska calls her name, voice almost drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, but Willam ignores her.
She has to get out, before Courtney sees her, before Alaska can ask whatâs wrong, before she loses her shit and gouges out the eyeballs of the guy Courtneyâs with and ruins her brand new manicure.
By the time Willam figures out where her feet are carrying her, sheâs nearly to her car, and she realizes that her purse is still in the booth next to Brian. She leans against her car door instead, arms crossed tightly over her chest, unable to stomach the thought of going back in.
(Courtney is in there, laughing at a cute guy and touching his hand. Willam wants to go back to 3 AM last night, and hold Courtney tight enough that she has to stay in bed next to her.)
âWill?â Alaskaâs voice pulls Willam out of her distress, and she peers out from between her fingers to see the other girl making her way over quickly, both of their purses clutched in her hands. âAre you okay?â
Silently, Willam reaches for her purse. Alaska hands it to her, and she fumbles inside for her keys before unlocking the door and climbing into the backseat with Alaska right behind her.
The door slams shut, muffling the noises of the street, and then itâs just the sounds of their breathing. Alaskaâs seems worried but cautious, making herself as small and unthreatening as she possibly can on the edge of seat.
âWill, whatâs going on?â Alaska asks after a moment, her brow furrowed.
âCourtney,â Willam says softly, just an exhale of breath.
âCourtney?â
âShe was there,â Willam continues, barely a whisper. âWith someone.â
Alaskaâs eyes widen momentarily, and then she scoots closer on the seat, holding out her hand. Willam takes it without even thinking.
âItâs - itâs stupid, I donât -â Willam cuts herself off, shaking her head. âIâm just being stupid.â
âItâs not stupid,â Alaska murmurs, and her gaze is so gentle and understanding that Willam can feel herself getting choked up. âYouâre a lot of things, Will, but not that.â
âI just thoughtâŚI thoughtâŚâ Willam swallows, blinking back tears and hurriedly reaching up to rub her eyes with her free hand. âGoddamnit.â
âItâs okay.â
âI donât want her to see other people,â Willam finally manages to get out, biting her lip. âI thought she - I thought she knew.â
âWere you supposed to be exclusive?â Alaska asks carefully.
âNo,â Willam says, shaking her head. âBut IâŚI havenât even wanted to, you know, with anyone else, and I thoughtâŚâ
âYou should talk to her about it, Will,â Alaska says, her thumb running softly over Willamâs knuckles.
âI think I love her.â
The words hang in the air, whispered almost too softly to hear.
Willam covers her face with her hand, feeling a fresh wave of helpless tears filling her eyes. Her fingers are digging into Alaskaâs hand so hard, sheâs sure sheâs leaving marks.
âI know,â Alaska says.
âIt hurts,â Willam whimpers.
âItâs okay, Will.â
Willam just shakes her head, her breath stuttering as she holds back sobs, and Alaska tugs on her hand.
âOh, come here, honey.â
She lets Alaska pull her closer, releasing her hand and leaning into her chest as Alaskaâs arms wrap around her loosely. And then, Alaska is petting her hair gently, and thereâs no point in trying not to cry.
ââ
Willam lets Alaska drive her car after all. She stays in the backseat, head down, just in case someone sees them.
They go out that night, just the two of them, even though itâs a Sunday. Willam finds the person least like Courtney in the entire club, a big black guy who hits on her at the bar.
She tries to want him. It doesnât work, so she drinks until she canât tell the difference.
(She doesnât understand how Courtney can want someone else so easily. It feels like trying to wear a shoe five sizes too big, and she keeps stumbling.)
Willamâs vision is spinning when Alaska finds her out back with him, and stops her before she can do anything sheâll regret. She grabs an abandoned drink off a table inside, and after that, her memory goes blank.
When she wakes up the next morning, sheâs tucked nicely into her bed in a pair of boxers and a bra, face wiped clean, with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the side table. Warner is next to her, but thereâs no sign of Alaska.
There is ten texts from Courtney. Willam doesnât open them.
She calls in sick to work, pulls the covers over her head, and cries into Warnerâs fur over her pounding headache and her stupid, stupid heart.
ââ
She goes to work the next day, and the day after that, going through the motions of life. It would be wasteful and pathetic not to, and Willamâs too proud for that. Alaska calls her frequently, sounding a little more worried every time, and Willam doesnât bother with trying to reassure her.
(After all, everythingâs not fine.)
Courtney calls her even more, and Willam deletes the voicemails without listening to them. Every time, the guilt makes her feel a little bit heavier.
When she texts, Willam doesnât text back.
She dreams about Courtney one night. The other girl is lying next to her, looking at her with eyes that sparkle in the dim light, and when Willam starts to tell her that she loves her, Courtney kisses her softly before the words can come out.
In the morning, she wakes up with her chest hurting.
(She didnât realize âheartacheâ was meant to be taken so literally.)
ââ
On Friday, Willam comes home from work to find Courtney sitting nervously at her kitchen table.
Sheâs wearing a fuzzy sweater and jeans since itâs October now, even though LAâs still caught up in the heat of summer, because thatâs just the kind of person she is. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her makeup is minimal.
She looks absolutely beautiful, and Willam forgets how to breathe the moment she sees her.
And then, Courtney looks up, and her eyes are so sad and confused that Willam hates herself a lot more than usual, just for hurting her somehow.
It takes Willam a good minute and a half to remember why she hasnât spoken to Courtney in five days, but once she does, the bitterness settles in her chest again. She locks away her emotions as best she can as she sits down across from Courtney, steeling herself for the confrontation to come.
âWell?â Courtney demands finally, breaking the silence. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â
âI forgot you had a key.â
âWillam,â Courtney bites out.
âWe canât sleep together anymore,â Willam says, her voice cool, not betraying the way her stomach is turning.
âWhy?â
âItâs not working for me.â
âWell, fine,â Courtney says, her jaw tight. âBut thatâs not an explanation as to why youâve ignored my calls and texts for five days for no good reason.â
Willam shrugs.
âIâve been going crazy trying to figure out what I did to upset you,â Courtney continues. âAnd I canât think of anything, and Iâm going to explode if I have to -â
âIf youâre really that horny, Iâm sure you can find someone else to help you out,â Willam cuts in venomously.
âYouâre not just my fuckbuddy!â Courtney exclaims.
âOh, really?â Willam cocks her head. âAre you sure about that?â
âYouâre my best friend, too, and I -â
âOh, oh, right,â Willam says with a nod. âYour best friend. With benefits.â
âI mean, thatâs what we were calling it,â Courtney says, throwing her hands up. âWhat, you suddenly have a problem with that?â
âIf it means I have to share you with whoever else catches your eye, then yeah.â
âWhat the fuck are you on about?â Courtney demands, her voice raising. âShare me? With who?â
âAnyone? Everyone?â Willam shakes her head, unable to believe that Courtneyâs actually playing dumb. âPretty boys who take you out to nice restaurants and make you laugh a lot?â
âWillam, I donât know what you think youâre accusing me of,â Courtney starts, glaring at Willam. âBut I havenât slept with anyone other than you since Adoreâs dinner party months ago. Hell, I havenât even thought about it.â
âOh, cut the crap, Courtney,â Willam snaps. âI saw you on a date last Sunday.â
Courtney just stares at her confusedly, shaking her head.
âWith the tall dude? You were at a table near a window, drinking a strawberry daiquiri and having a fucking awesome time.â
Realization crosses Courtneyâs face, quickly replaced by offense.
âThat wasnât a date!â She exclaims. âThat was a meeting!â
âA meeting? What the fuck kind of meeting involves flirting and fucking fruity cocktails, Court?â Willam demands.
âA professional one!â
âThen why didnât you tell me about it?â
âWhat, do I have to tell you everything now? Is that how this relationship is supposed to work?â
âYeah, if youâre planning on going on a date, I wanna know about it,â Willam says, keeping her voice as even as she can. âIs saying that crossing some kind of line?â
âIt wasnât a date!â Courtney shrills.
âThen what was it?â
âI told you, it was a meeting!â
âWith who?â
âAn agent!â Courtney bursts out finally, slamming her palm down on the table.
âAn - wait, what?â Willam furrows her brow, the emotionless facade sheâd put up collapsing just a little in her confusion.
âIt was a meeting with an agent, my agent, who I hired,â Courtney says, deflating slightly.
âWhat did youâŚan agent?â
âTo negotiate my record deal.â
Willamâs lips part, and Courtney looks up, meeting her gaze. Things are starting to come together, and the guilt is wound tight in Willamâs stomach.
âOh my god,â Willam murmurs. âCourtâŚâ
âIt finally happened,â Courtney says. Her voice is heavy, and itâs all wrong, and Willam hates herself. âIâm gonna be a singer, Bill.â
âI - Iâm so sorry, I thoughtâŚâ
âClearly.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Willam asks quietly.
âI wanted to surprise you,â Courtney says, a small, wistful smile on her face. âI recorded a single last month, andâŚI wanted you to hear it first, before you or anyone else knew about the deal.â
âYou mean no one else knows?â
âNope. Not even Adore, and itâs under the same label as her.â
âButâŚwhy?â
Courtney looks down at her hands, and Willam wants to reach across the table and take them.
âBecause the single is about you,â Courtney says finally, her voice soft.
âOh.â Itâs all Willam can think to say. Her pulse is beating in her fingertips.
âAll of my songs are about you, Will.â
Courtney looks up at her, biting gently on her lower lip. Her forehead is creased with worry, the corners of her eyes shimmering with tears, and Willam reaches across the table, palm facing up.
âIs that - are you okay with that?â Courtney asks, voice unsteady.
Willam nods, and Courtneyâs hand slides into hers.
(Sheâs more than okay with that. Her body feels shaky, her ribs close to breaking from the pressure of her heart against them.)
âIâm really happy for you, Court,â she says, and Courtney smiles weakly. âAnd Iâm so sorry forâŚâ
âIâm sorry for not telling you sooner,â Courtney replies, squeezing her hand. âIâm not dating, Will. Iâm not fucking other people, Iâm not going out with them. Iâm not looking, either.â
âNeither am I,â Willam says.
âYouâre, um,â Courtney swallows, glancing up at the ceiling. âYouâre it. For me.â
Thereâs a tear sliding down Courtneyâs cheek, and Willam canât seem to get enough air to reply. Leaning up in her chair, she reaches across to brush the tear away with her thumb.
âI have something to tell you, too,â Willam says, once her lungs remember how to work.
âYou do?â
âYeah,â Willam says. âI only figured it out like a week ago, but I feel like itâs a long time coming.â
Courtney nods, watching her carefully. The sun is setting, and the warm gold light is catching on the wisps of hair that have come loose from Courtneyâs ponytail, framing her face.
âI think I love you.â
Thereâs a quick intake of breath, and Willamâs not sure if the sound came from her or from Courtney. She squeezes her eyes shut, and Courtneyâs other palm covers their joined hands on the table.
Then, the warmth of Courtneyâs touch disappears, and Willam can hear a chair being pushed back as she stands.
Her heart thuds in her chest, and she keeps her eyes closed, terrified that Courtneyâs leaving but not wanting to know if she is.
âWill, stand up.â
Courtneyâs voice is warm, and Willam opens her eyes to see the other girl next to her. Relieved, she obeys without even thinking about it, stepping away from the table so theyâre facing each other. Courtney just stares at her for a moment, her expression unreadable.
âGod,â Courtney murmurs, her hands coming up to frame Willamâs face, eyes searching her features. âDo you even realize how beautiful you are?â
Willam frowns slightly, and opens her mouth to object. But Courtney leans in closer and kisses her before she gets the chance, so sweetly that Willam has to hold onto her waist to keep her balance.
(Itâs as if Courtney is putting her back together, piece by piece, with soft presses of her lips, careful hands holding her still in case she tries to run away before Courtneyâs finished.)
âWhat was that for?â she asks breathlessly after Courtney breaks the kiss.
âNothing in particular,â Courtney replies, her smile bright enough that Willam almost has to squint. âJust, I think I love you, too.â
ââ
#i read this in work and fucking died because it was so good -vixen#miss bianca#witney#aaa girls#lesbian au#cis girls au#willam belli#courtney act#romance#pining#aka 12k words of willam being in hopelessly in love#(with a touch of background biadore and shalaska)#strawberry daiquiri#rpdr fanfiction
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Jealousy (Jungkook)
Genre: Angst/fluff
Word Count: 1,179
Request: hi hi hi can you write another fic like Alone Jungkook?
Jungkookie x Reader where they're in an argument and out of anger kookie hits y/n and she walks out, when she comes home, kookie is fragile and cute AF! ANGSTY AF PLS HUHUHUHU T_T
Summary: âYouâre being a real pain in my assâ
A/n: I put these two requests together, sorry if you didnât want it to be mashed together I just thought it would be good.~JoyÂ
Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of abuse, fighting, attempt suicide, and a lot of swearing.
You always had insecurities and had to fight it since you were little, dating an idol like Jungkook would always make you feel a little more insecure. Every time you went out with Jungkook, you didnât see the love he had for you, just pity. You knew no matter how much Jungkook showed his love for you, you would always feel like he didnât want you and he was just waiting for a girl prettier than you to pass up. You hated watching him on idol shows, no matter how much you wanted to support your boyfriend you hated seeing the way the girls looked at him or how he would be very shy when close to another female idol.Â
It was late and you were curled up on your couch with your dog on your lap, waiting for Jungkook to come home. âHe never came home this late, maybe heâs flirting with a girlâ you thought to yourself, holding tighter on your dog as you started to think more about this. âHeâs probably waiting to break up with meâ you thought to yourself once more, before you could think any more scenarios you heard the door click and a happy Jungkook walked in. âJagi!â He smiled, as your face turned into a worried expression.
âWhere have you been?â You asked, as his smile dropped.
âHanging out with the guys? I told you earlier.â He added as you shook your head.
âYouâre never this late when you go out with the boys.â You replied as Jungkook groaned.
âI can stay out longer with the boys, I shouldnât need to come home at the same time every time y/n, donât be ridiculous.â He hissed, as you felt that insecure feeling rise up again.
âI know youâre cheating on meâ You blurted out, even though you knew it wasnât true you blurted it out, Jungkookâs eyes widened as he scoffed.
âExcuse me? Iâm not cheating on you, why are you acting like this? I would never cheat on you, but if youâre gonna jump to conclusions like that I might as well.â Jungkook rambled, as you started to get more upset.
âSo youâre just gonna wait for a beautiful idol to walk by and leave me right? I know exactly what type of guy you are.â You replied.
âExcuse me? Since when are you allowed to put me as a type, y/n we've been dating for so long and you still see me as a type, not even a person of my own." Jungkook replied back, his voice sounded almost hurt.
"You probably would rather date any other fan than me" you replied, ignoring his last comment.
"At least they wouldn't be so clingy and possessive as you!" He retorted as you scoffed.
"I'm not clingy or possessive, I know you and that you flirt with every girl that you see." You crossed your arms.
"You're being ridiculous!" He shouted as he placed his hands on top on his head.
âAm I? You know I hate having to see you flirt every god damn time we go outâ You shouted back, Jungkook sucked in his breath, accidentally raising his hand in anger, slapping you across the face.
âYouâre being a real pain in my assâ He replied in a hoarse whisper, you felt tears well up in your eyes as you ran to the door.
âGoodbye Jungkook, I donât want to ever see you again.â You silently replied, slamming the door.Â
A week had passed since your big fight with Jungkook, you were constantly crying and nothing could stop it, you even thought about ending your life just to end this constant heartbreak. Jungkook wasnât doing any better, he wanted to go see you but he just couldnât find the courage after hitting you. Jungkook would always avoid looking at his phone, worried he would just open all the photo albums he had of you. He wanted to get over you but you just couldnât leave his mind.
You would constantly sit on the couch, mindlessly looking at the ceiling, you didnât feel like you had a purpose to get up anymore, you wish you could just move on but you just couldnât. âIâll just end it allâ You whispered to yourself, as you let a tear fall from your eyes.
Jungkook sat on his couch, wondering when you would come back, he decided to take your dog for a  walk in hopes to get you off his mind, the dog always had a mind of its own so Jungkook would let the dog lead while he followed, only stopping when danger approached. The dog started to go a couple streets down, Jungkook didnât care how far they went as long as he had you nowhere in his mind he was fine. Once the dog finished peeing he tried to go in someoneâs yard, Jungkook tried to pull him back but the dog persisted. Jungkook decided to see what this dog had in mind, now loosely holding on the leash, the dog ran to the door entering through the dog door.Â
Jungkookâs eyes widened as he felt a feeling of regret wash over him, âwhy did I let go?â He thought to himself, as he slapped his hand onto his forehead, as he walked up to the door. He knocked on the door, hoping the owner of the home would come get his dog out of the house, he didnât hear any footsteps towards the door, instead of the yapping of the tiny dog.
You swayed back and forth as you headed to the kitchen to grab the pills from the medicine cabinet, you reached for the highest dosage you could find grabbing it, you uncapped the cap and took a bunch of pills out. âGoodbye Jungkookâ You whispered to yourself as you let your tears fall again, gulping down the pills.Â
Your body fell, as a tiny dog came into your home seeing you on the floor the dog started to bark in hopes for someone to come to see what was happening.
Jungkook started to get worried, he prayed to god this was an emergency, breaking down the door to see you on the ground with pills everywhere. âY/n!â He shouted, rushing to crouch right next to you. He pulled his phone out, immediately calling the paramedics. Â Â
Itâs been a week since youâve been admitted to the hospital and Jungkook hasnât left your side once except for the exceptional bathroom breaks and such. You finally opened your eyes, Jungkookâs eyes widened as he smiled brightly grabbing onto your hand. âJagi, youâre awake!â He whispered softly, resting his head on your hand.
âJungkook?â You asked as Jungkook looked at you once more.
âLook y/n, Iâm so sorry for saying all these mean things about you and hitting you, I just couldnât stand hearing you have doubts for my love with you and I just overreacted, could you ever forgive me?â He asked as tears started to form in his eyes.
âOf course Jungkookâ You smiled softly, giving him a hug.
A/n: Iâm so sorry this took so long, Iâve been going through a lot.~Joy
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