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staeygoldenn · 4 years ago

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3 Days

Summary: Ethan challenges Grayson to a bet. If Grayson doesn’t fuck anyone for a month, he can get the master bedroom in their new house. If he loses, Ethan gets it.

Note: This was inspired by their video and @milliondollardolan‘s blurb about a girl showing Grayson her nipple piercings. ✨

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“One month, no sex, and it’s all yours.” Ethan smirks and sticks out his hand. Grayson shakes his hand back, “Deal.” “I totally got this, I just got laid like last week, I can totally make it through a month,” he thought to himself.

Day 1… Grayson makes it through the day not thinking much about the challenge. His Insta feed made him get a little distracted but he decided to just close out of the app. Ethan came into the kitchen.

“Yeah that master bedroom is definitely mine.”

“Dude it’s only the first day.”

“That’s exactly my point, you’re already Insta thirsting.”

“Was not.” Grayson looks away and puts his phone down.

“I remember those days but now I’m a taken man.” Ethan walks away.

“Fuck, he’s on to me.” Grayson thought to himself.

Day 2… Day 2 came and went and Grayson started getting a little frustrated.

“How dare Ethan make this challenge during the month of Valentine’s Day? Ethan already had a girlfriend but it’s more difficult when you’re single,” he thought to himself.

Grayson sighed and opened the Instagram app. A girl in a black bikini caught his eye. Her long black hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her full lips, her tits… fuck he needed to close the app. “I’ll just go to sleep,” he thought to himself. Grayson laid his head on his pillow still feeling frustrated. Hmm there was nothing in the room contract that ruled out jacking off. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Pornhub. He scrolled through the trending page. He found a video that caught his eye. The girl looked similar to the one he had been eyeing on Instagram. She was getting fucked from behind while the guy had her thong scrunched up in his hand. The sound of her moaning started to get him hard. He started rubbing himself through his grey sweatpants.

“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.

The guy smacked her ass. Grayson took off his sweatpants and finally touched himself. He tugged at his length and cocked his head back. He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing for extra grip. The guy in the video fucked her harder and faster and soon Grayson was cumming on his hand. “Fuck,” he got up to wash himself off.

Day 3…. By Day 3, Grayson had started to crave sex. How a girl’s pussy would tighten around his dick as he was fucking into her. The sounds of her moaning his name, boosting his ego. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. How he would grab a fistful of her hair and make her beg for it. He couldn’t let anyone on to this though, he really wanted that master bedroom.

“How you holding up, Gray?” Ethan asked him over breakfast.

“I’m fine.”

“There’s no way you’re lasting a month.”

“Yes I am, I’m gonna get that master bedroom, just like I’ve had at all of our places of residency.”

“We’ll see about that. Listen, I gotta go check on the construction progress so don’t get into anything while I’m gone or should I say anyone.” He laughed.

“You’re not getting that bedroom.”

“Bye, Gray.”

“Later, E.”

“Fuck, now he’s leaving me alone,” Grayson thought to himself. “I think I’ll just go take a nap.”

He laid down to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up to an Instagram DM. It was the girl whose pictures he had been looking at the night before.

hey 👀

“Hi 👀” he answered back.

I’m Lexi. I think we met at one of jake’s parties one time

Oh yeah hey how are you?

“That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna say that’s so boring.”

I’m good ☺️ I saw your recent pic you look good 👀

“Oh shit.”

You look good too 👀

do you have snap? 👀

Yeah

He sent her his snapcode and awaited her response. He got a friend request from lexi_96. She sent him a selfie and said hi.

Wow you look pretty

Thank you so whatcha doing?

Nothing just home alone bored

Same lowkey horny 👀

Same 😳

Hmmm

Hmmm what?

“Ugh this stupid bet.” He thought to himself.

Do you wanna meet up tonight? 👀

I would but I’m in this bet with my bro rn

What kinda bet?

I can’t fuck for a month so I can get the master bedroom

Lmao okay or you could get laid rn 😂 I just got my nipples pierced 🥴

It is tempting... 👀 send me a pic

I already did 😌

You know what I mean

Hey it’s your turn 👀

Okay fine

He took his shirt off and sent her a picture.

🥵

Thanks ☺️

I wish you were here 😫

Me too 😔

Fuck the bet and come fuck me? 👀

She sent him a picture of one of her pierced nipples.

Okay fuck it send me the addy

Grayson copied the address and put it into his maps.

otw

okay :)

Grayson changed into a fresh shirt and shorts and sprayed some cologne on. “Fuck, how am I gonna sneak out without Ethan seeing? Maybe he’s asleep,” he thought. He grabbed his bag and keys and closed his bedroom door. Passing through the living room, Ethan was on the couch FaceTiming his girlfriend. “Fuck,” Grayson thought to himself.

“Hey where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“Just out,” Grayson said, trying to leave.

“Okay,” Ethan said suspiciously. “It’s 11:30pm on a Wednesday night but okay.”

“Just gotta get some stuff…. okay yeah I’ll see you later.”

Ethan raised his eyebrow and shook his head. Grayson closed the door behind him and hopped in his Porsche. 30 minutes later, he arrived at the address.

here

He snapped her.

okay coming

He got out of the car and she met him at the front door.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“Welcome. My room’s this way.”

He put his bag down and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Thanks for coming. Sorry it’s sorta random.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled.

They started kissing and he put his hands under her hoodie, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel the cool metal where her nipples were pierced.

“Just be careful, they’re still sensitive.”

“Figured,” he smirked.

He gently rubbed his thumbs along them, feeling them harden under his touch. She moaned gently. She took her sweatshirt off and he took his shirt off. She gently pulled at his silver chain and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck and started kissing down her chest. He lightly took the metal pierced through her nipple into his mouth and she moaned and gripped his hair. He kissed down her body and kissed along the waistband of her shorts. He kissed her thighs. She took her shorts off and revealed her black thong. He kissed her over her underwear, running his tongue along the fabric. She moaned. He went back to kiss her, and she removed her underwear. He went back to kiss her pussy lips, teasing her. He lightly kissed her clit and felt her buck her hips for more pressure.

“Please,” she whispered.

He looked up at her and licked her slit and licked her inner lips up to her clit. He traced long, slow licks back and forth. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue. He grabbed her hand and held her thighs open. He started sucking her clit and with his other hand, stuck two fingers in and started stroking her G-spot. She was so wet and he felt his dick twitch. She started shaking and he could tell she was close. He moved his mouth off of her and removed his mouth.

“Fuck, please,” she whispered.

“Turn over,” he smirked.

She obliged and he rubbed her ass.

“Grayson, please, please let me cum.”

He smirked and ran his fingers through her folds. He started rubbing her clit and she moaned. He held her thighs open and tried to get her back to that same place. She gripped the sheets, “Please, please, please,” she pleaded and finally came on his fingers. She flipped over and he stuck his fingers in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re good at that.”

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“I think it’s your turn now,” she kissed him and moaned at the taste of herself also on his mouth. She kissed down his abs and reached into his pants to stroke him. He took his pants off and let her continue. She kissed his thighs and licked the tip, letting the saliva strand drip from her lips. She took him deeper into her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. He groaned and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck. She bobbed her head up and down. He cupped her chin.

“I don’t wanna come yet. Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes.”

She got up and straddled him. She lowered herself on his length and felt him groan in her ear. He wrapped his biceps around her and kissed her.

“Lay on your stomach,” he whispered in her ear.

She pulled herself off and laid down. He rubbed her clit and entered her. He started fucking her, the wet sound filling the room.

“Yeah this is definitely worth losing the room for,” he thought to himself.

She moaned as he kept stroking her G-spot. He laid his hands up under hers so she could grab onto him. She loved his weight on top of her and felt her pussy getting wetter. She loved feeling him deep inside her. Pleasure warming down her body. He slowed his strokes to try to steady himself.

“Please Grayson fuck me harder,” she moaned. She got up on her hands and knees and he started rubbing her clit and fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand. He smacked her ass and she gripped the sheets.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” she moaned out. He felt her tighten around his dick.

“Can I nut in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He pulled out and she started stroking him and he came on her tongue. She kissed him.

“Fuck I gotta go before my brother gets suspicious.”

She laughed. “You still think that room is yours?”

“I mean there’s a slight chance but if I lose the bet, this was definitely worth losing it for. You were great,” he smiled.

“Text me again when you’re not in a bet and you’re a free man.”

“Will do.”

He kissed her one more time and headed out to his car. He raced home and arrived to Ethan, still up.

“Three fucking days Grayson?” Ethan laughed. “I was too generous giving you a month, I would’ve thought you might at least make it to two weeks.”

“Fine. I lost.”

“Yeah, go shower you dirty fuck.”

Grayson defeated, went up to go shower but hey at least he got laid.

#writings

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wingedweasel · 4 years ago

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Long post is long...about D&D

tl;dr: DM forces a race change on everyone and takes complaining about it too far

I’m legitimately curious to see what people think about all this.

In one of the campaigns I’m in - a homebrew run by my friend - she has us traveling to a tech based country - think final fantasy settings and such - when suddenly during the night while on an airship, all but Larry the tortle are woken up in debilitating pain and find ourselves forcibly shapechanged(?) into a different race.

Now, hold on, before anyone gets all up in arms about this, let me explain.

In this world, Dragons are the be all end all most uber powerful things in existence. They either killed or subdued all other deities or highly powerful beings. There are a few left, but they all literally cower in fear of the Dragons. We can’t even say the word dragon or else we’ll pull the attention on us (think the taboo that Voldemort put on his name).

Shapechanging has already kind of been established both from something a player has done as well as NPCs. We’ve a warlock (but if the gods are all...shush nobody knows how Eon’s patron works, just deal with it like we do) who’s hair randomly changes and he has a cursed boa that changes anyone who wears it into a flamingo. We use that a lot for both spying and the lols. My character is a homebrew Arachi (race) Prism (class) who can doff his false form as a rather pretty half-elf and go into his true form of ugly scary spider head...thing. There have also been a few NPCs who have either changed their looks via a potion or other magic item so it’s not something that was randomly pulled out of the DM’s ass.

As I said, we were traveling to Final Fantasy land when we were suddenly changed against our will. All that is except Larry. Larry is a tortle as stated, and is the only animal based race in the group. Later, the DM said that she was debating changing my character as technically he is kinda a spider, but not all the time - Quidam stays in pretty mode because Spider mode is scary.

So now our awakened slime Glissant is a leonin - still green, but no longer slimy,

The human warlock Eon is a yellow lizardfolk - yellow because of his current hair color,

The arachi prism Quidam is now a tabaxi - i’m a cute kitty cat, yay!

The goliath cleric Albados is a minotaur - he’s in awe that he has hair and doesn’t know what to do with it,

and the tiefling sorcerer Aria is a red loxodon - red as her original skin and her tusks are quite large.

We were asked to roll a d100 a few sessions ago and were told all would be revealed later. That later was our last session.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, obviously we are all shocked, confused, and tiny bit mad that our race has changed without our consent. That last part is a given, but the tiefling/loxodon just kept saying “No! I don’t like this. It’s ugly. I want to be pretty. Change it back.”

I personally think she’s over-reacting a bit, but I do understand. I abruptly left a game many years ago when the DM tried to mess with my back story without my permission, so I know how Aria feels. You have your character how you like it and if anything changes without at the very least prior warning, you get upset. If the DM talks to you before hand and tries to work something out, then that’s one thing, but to suddenly without any warning that this was coming be forced to play a race you don’t want is...frustrating to say the least.

However, as the DM has stated multiple times, it’s not permanent, nothing really changes about our original character’s abilities except some obvious things like no longer being a slime or having wings. This is just a plot hook kind of thing to get us invested in the new land. Since nobody in the party is from this land, we don’t know what is going on, if this is a curse, some tech mumbo jumbo gone wrong, a Thing(tm) that is just part of the land or what. It’s a mystery that we have to solve because the airship captain who was also shapechanged (but we don’t know what yet since the session ended after we woke up in new bodies) and didn’t say anything about this before hand. This is something that has recently happened to this country.

Above board, the DM has said that this is a recent development, it’s a curse place on the land by the country’s dragon ruler for ‘reasons’ and that there are multiple ways in which we can change back. She has repeatedly told us that it’s not something that we will be stuck as (unless we want to because again ‘reasons’ she hasn’t said yet). We will go back to normal after we solve the mystery.

But nooooooooooo, Aria is having a hissy fit about not being pretty anymore. We haven’t had another session yet since we play every other week, but since the last one, the DM - remember who is my friend irl - is feeling like shit because of Aria’s reaction. The DM is getting questioned by the other players and being lowkey (and not so lowkey) insulted for this obstacle, and it may be getting to the point where Aria but also potentially her husband Eon may leave the party. I’m not sure if Eon will leave if Aria does since he doesn’t seem too mad at what happened, but if his wife leaves, he may due to not wanting to upset her....even though he basically plays her character for her, but that’s a different can of worms entirely.

Am I upset that my character has been changed? Kinda, but not really. Part of it is that I know what’s coming - at least a little since the DM likes to use me as a sounding board for some of her ideas - as well as the DM’s my friend and I know she isn’t going to do something like this just to be a dick. She has a reason, and she’s said it’s not going to be a forever kind of thing. Another part of it is that I got ‘lucky’ and got changed into a tabaxi. I know how to play this race, it was a race I considered playing for this campaign, and I just generally like tabaxi. I mean, they’re basically khajiit, and khajiit like to sneak. The thing about this for me, though, is that I was thinking about either having Quidam be killed off or going full multiclass as something else because the homebrew books on both arachi and prisms have been changed/updated/whatever and I can no longer find the original ones I was using. Therefore, being changed into something else was actually a good thing for me.

However, Aria is not taking this well at all. She’s - in my opinion - being a bit over dramatic and being super vain about all of this, but I do understand where she is coming from. I get when something happens to your character that you don’t like, you can get super mad about it. But what if this campaign has werecreatures? I don’t know if that’s something that will come up, but if it did and Aria was infected with lycanthropy, would she have reacted the same way? With how she is acting, probably, but I don’t think anyone would have any real sympathy for her since potentially being infected is something that goes hand in hand with werecreatures. Or, and this is something that she has seen happen, what if she drinks an experimental potion gets turned into a different color or loses her hair or grows an extra arm or something?

On one hand, there is only a small chance that she would get infected or she would have had to knowingly take a suspicious potion, so it would have either been done willingly or the dice may just not be in her favor.

On the other, Aria seems to be taking this personally all because her character is no longer cute. Seriously? Your fictional character where literally anything can happen to it is temporarily not cute, so you act all butt hurt about it?

As you can see, I am obviously siding with one person over the other, but mainly I really don’t like how Aria is acting like a spoiled brat and I am the DMs friend, so both of those are tainting my view of this.

Objectively, or as objectively as possible, who is in the wrong? Is anyone in the wrong? Should the DM have either hinted/outright stated that changing races is/can/will happen and given us a choice to go through with it? Should Aria just ‘suck it up’ since it’s not permanent and she can go back to being a cute tiefling as soon as we break the curse (or whatever it is)?

#D&D #dungeon and dragons #dm #5e #homebrew #character changes #AITA

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chasholidays · 7 years ago

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If I Say You Have a Beautiful Body

Fill for @reblogginhood and @fadingdefendorlight, both of whom prompted a variation on “Bellamy tries to flirt, Clarke doesn’t realize he’s serious, and their friends laugh at them”

Group: tfw your friends' sexual tension is ruining your lives

Jasper: ok I know I've been warned about this BUT I think something is actually happening w Clarke and Bellamy for real

Raven named the conversation "Bellarke fanfiction by Jasper Jordan"

Monty: I don't approve of "Bellarke" for the ship name I don't like portmanteaus I think we can do better Maybe something with occupations The sky's the limit

Jasper: we are getting off topic also it's not fanfiction if it's REAL Raven I'm talking about real events I witnessed

Nate: I hate to say this like it's physically painful but I think Jasper's right

Jasper: VINDICATION seriously tho Miller should have insight I think Bellamy's getting his head out of his ass

Nate: yeah no let's not get carried away Bellamy's head is still firmly in his ass but I saw him googling "how to flirt" so it's like facing the right direction in his ass

Monty: Wait, he's googling flirting? Doesn't he already know? I feel like we've seen him successfully flirt Raven? Thoughts?

Raven: yeah his face does like 90% of the work for him also I made the first move when we slept together he was honestly pretty confused about the whole thing don't get me wrong, I've seen him flirt but it's not like he's good at it

Monty: But his face

Raven: p much anyway tbh I bet he has no clue how to flirt with CLARKE and it's not like the internet's going to help him

Nate: yeah honestly what was he doing, Jasper?

Jasper: pickup lines and, like bad ones

Raven: YOU think they're bad?

Jasper: yup we are through the looking glass here people Bellamy is flirting with Clarke and he sucks at it on a level we never anticipated

Raven: come on there's no way him actually flirting with her is going to be worse than him failing to flirt

Monty: If this was a TV show This is when they'd play the dramatic music and smash cut to how bad Bellamy's bad flirting is

Jasper: it's bad heed my warnings I know from bad flirting he asked if she came here often at the store she owns that was his angle

Monty: What did she say?

Jasper: that's the other thing Clarke's not good at this either remember when Lexa was flirting with her??? and it was excruciating because Clarke just didn't notice??? she was just like, yes, Bellamy, I'm here all the time stop being a dick I know I work a lot so let's all be prepared here the actual flirting might somehow be worse than the sexual tension

Nate named the conversation "be careful what you wish for"

Jasper: yeah sounds right

No one believes Bellamy when he says he's been trying to flirt with Clarke since he met her. Or, more accurately, that he tried to flirt with her the first time he met her, and there was no denial or angst or uncertainty involved. She was working at the same coffee shop his sister was working, she was cute, and he didn't see any harm in trying to get her number.

And he did get it, of course, but instead of that turning into a date, she became his best friend. Which he isn't upset about, obviously; now that he knows her, he has no idea how it would have gone if they'd actually tried a romance back then. They needed time to get used to each other.

Miller calls this making excuses, but Miller is an asshole.

The point is this: Clarke considers lowkey flirtation to be a background part of their relationship. That's how it's always been for them, which means that upgrading from their regular flirting to real flirting is, well, complicated.

"You know what would be easy?" Octavia asks, once he's finished telling her about his first spectacular failure to give Clarke serious flirtingsignals. He's not sure why he told her about it, except that they call once a week and he sometimes has trouble keeping her on the phone. Making fun of him is a good tactic. "Asking her out."

"I decided I don't believe in that anymore."

"Wow. That's a new excuse for being single."

He huffs. "Not how you're thinking. Just--I don't think that doing this as some formal dating thing is ever going to work. This is Clarke. We're not like that."

"I still can't believe you actually fell in love with one of my coworkers from my part-time job in college," she says. He can practically see her shaking her head. "I'm not in touch with anyone from that job except as Facebook friends. I wouldn't ever think about her, except for you."

"You can't tell who's going to be important to you," he says.

"I guess not, Hallmark card." She sighs, like the conversation is a great burden. "So, you aren't going to formally date. That means you can't just tell her you're into her? Direct and to the point seems safest to me. Don't make her guess what you're going for."

For a few seconds, he tries to come up with a real excuse, but it's hopeless. "Too scary," he admits. "I'm trying to make it organic."

"So, your plan is to treat your dating life like you treat your hair? Take half an hour every morning to make it look like you put no effort into it even though you're really fucking vain?"

"Pretty much exactly that, yeah."

"And your plan for that is to flirt with her more."

"Until I come up with something better, yeah."

"I'm not holding my breath," says his sister, and he sighs.

"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it."

Clarke: Oh my god I'm so bored This is so boring I just want to go to sleep

Bellamy: Yeah? You like sleeping?

Clarke: ??? It's a biological necessity That's like asking if I like breathing

Bellamy: We should try doing it together sometime

Clarke: That was so much setup for such a bad line It sounds like you want us to breathe together But A for effort And thanks for the laugh Appreciated My mom heard it and looked at me like I was shaming the whole family for laughing at a serious event

Bellamy: Yeah Any time

"You noticed Bellamy acting weird?"

Clarke has to consider the question carefully, finally settles on, "Weird for a normal person or weird for Bellamy?"

Raven snorts. "So, yes?"

"Not that weird."

"Uh huh."

"You know you could just tell me what you're worried about, right? I might not have noticed."

"Yeah, that sounds right."

Clarke sighs. She's used to everyone being kind of dicks about her and Bellamy. She even gets it, honestly. The two of them getting together is one of those things that feels right. Clarke would like to say it's just societal programming, but given she'd be completely and totally down if Bellamy ever indicated romantic interest, it's hard to argue their friends are just seeing what they want to see.

At least on her side. Bellamy is one of those people who has sexual tension with everything, though, so it's hard for Clarke to feel special. He could probably seduce a dishtowel, if he wanted to.

"Seriously, this conversation would suck a lot less if you just told me what it was about."

Her tone is just sharp enough for Raven to catch the genuine hurt there, and she winces. It's not exactly a victory, but it's probably necessary. She doesn't like guilting people, but no one seems to get how annoying the whole thing is for her. It's not fun, being hopelessly in love with her best friend. Everyone acting like they're ridiculous for not being together doesn't help.

"Jasper thinks he's hitting on you."

"Jasper always thinks he's hitting on me."

"I know, but this one sounded more legit. Which is why I was asking you. But you never think he's hitting on you."

"I did, once," she protests. "I tried it, and he wasn't interested. He just likes flirting."

"He doesn't," says Raven, to her surprise. "Seriously, he's terrible at flirting."

"He still likes it. And he does fine."

"When he wants to. When's the last time he hooked up with anyone?"

"It's been a while. That doesn't mean it has anything to do with me," she adds, and Raven shrugs one shoulder.

"Yeah. It doesn't mean it doesn't, either."

"So, your question is do I think Bellamy is hitting on me."

"No, I know you don't think that. You never think that. But maybe keep an eye open."

"Based on Jasper's testimony? Really?"

She shrugs again. "And, you know, all the other stuff I've ever said about how I think he's into you. Why do you think he's not, again?"

"Because I asked him out and he said no."

"Like--two years ago, right?"

"Something like that. And don't tell me he could have changed his mind, I know he could have. But he knows I'm interested."

"I guess," says Raven, not sounding convinced. "Just--don't give up on it, okay? Maybe it's not what you think."

It's the least necessary advice of all time; if she knew how to give up on Bellamy, she already would have. If she could be done with it, she would.

"Don't worry," she says. "I'm pretty sure the feelings aren't going anywhere.

Group: are those moon pants? because your ass is out of this world

Raven: okay not to be a buzzkill but I think Clarke's actually upset about the whole Bellamy thing

Nate: she doesn't want him to hit on her? should I try to talk him out of it?

Raven: did he admit he's doing it?

Nate: no but I could still try to talk him out of it

Raven: I think maybe just leave her alone I tried to ask and she got prickly she's convinced she made a move years ago and he shot her down which I always forget about because it sounds so fake

Nate: if he did, he doesn't know about it

Monty named the conversation "#otp: incompetence kink"

Raven: someday they're going to find out about this group and murder us

Nate: not if they're getting laid endorphins reduce homicidal urges

Monty: citation needed

Nate: come over and we can test it

Monty: [kissy face emoji] very smooth

Jasper: FLIRTING IN PRIVATE MESSAGES ONLY

Raven: yeah, slide into those DMs, Miller

Nate: way ahead of you

The thing about being in love with your best friend is that it's simultaneously very easy and very hard to feel comfortable with it. Bellamy already gets almost everything he wants out of his relationship with Clarke, if he's honest. It's just the sex that's missing, and while sex is something, it's not everything.

It's why he doesn't want to risk losing her, but also why he can't just let the whole thing go. It would be so good, if she felt the same way he does, and it's finally gotten to the point where he needs to know if he could have that, or if he needs to move on already.

But he still doesn't know how to just ask.

Part of it is, like he told his sister, cowardice, but the other problem is how intimate they already are. It's two weeks since he stepped up his flirting game, and Clarke doesn't seem to have noticed, but she's coming over for dinner and a movie, just the two of them. The only difference between their typical Friday night and a date is that they are not, officially, romantic.

It's a difference he'd like to just get rid of, which is why he opens the door shirtless this week.

"Hey, you're early."

Clarke's eyes flick up and down his body, dispassionate. "I'm on time. Did you just get out of the shower?"

"I just don't put on a shirt if I'm not going to see people. My apartment is warm."

She pokes his nipple with her pinkie finger. "Is it?"

"Fine, I'll go put a shirt on. I thought you might enjoy that," he adds. "I'm very desirable."

"Uh huh," she says. "I'm not saying I'm not enjoying it. Just that I'm not really buying your excuse."

"Yeah, I definitely wanted you to be overcome with lust and jump me."

"Tempting, but I want dinner first. Can I do anything to help?"

And that's how it goes. He cooks and she helps, and they end up on the couch side-by-side with plates of food, the best relationship he's ever been in that involves absolutely no overt romance.

"Raven asked me if you were acting weird," she admits, soft, like she's not sure she should be saying it.

"And?"

"And I think you kind of are. Everything okay?"

This is his opening to say the right thing, to tell her that he's in love with her and he's kind of failing to express it well.

But if he could say that, he wouldn't be failing so much. So instead he kicks his legs up on the coffee table with a shrug. "Yeah, everything's fine. How about you?"

She nods, but there's something a little odd in it. "I'm good."

Bellamy: Are you thirsty?

Me: Actually yeah Myles called in sick so I've been on the register forever

Bellamy: I have water And a dick I don't know if you meant you're thirsty for dick or water, but I have both

Me: I think you didn't actually care about the answer to that question Also your pickup lines need work

Bellamy: If you'd said no I would have been in bad shape I can bring you coffee

Me: And your dick, I assume

Bellamy: It comes with me most places, yeah See you in ten

"I think you might have been right about Bellamy," Clarke admits to Raven. It feels like surrendering, but for once, she actually wants advice. "I think he might be hitting on me."

Raven frowns. "Okay, so--why aren't you happy about it?"

"I guess I'm not--you know how I feel about him, right?"

"Everyone knows, yeah. You guys are pretty obvious."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me, but--" She sighs. "Look, I thought about it, after what you said, and I realized he's not. In love with me."

"So, you thought it over and decided Bellamy's hitting on you, but he's not in love with you."

"He thinks we should fuck," she says, flat. "And it's not even--I get it. If I wasn't into him, I'd think it was a great idea, but--"

But you're into him, and you think he's not into you. Look, Clarke, I get that this is--big. For you guys. Years of pining finally maybe going official. But seriously, it's mutual. There's no fucking way he doesn't feel the same way."

"I thought about it. I checked our texts. He definitely wants to fuck me."

"Yeah, no one's denying that he wants to fuck you. We're all on the same page with that. But if he thinks he's just interested in sex, it's because he's in denial too."

Clarke has to smile. "I know you think that, but--"

"I will bet you real, actual money. Seriously."

"Then why isn't he just saying that?" she asks. "Why would he be using--shitty pickup lines?"

"Why aren't you telling him you're in love with him?"

"Because I tried--"

"Remind me what you did last time," says Raven. "Humor me."

Clarke wets her lips. "I asked if he wanted to go out to dinner, and he said no, because he already had a date. And when I asked how it went the next day, he said they weren't going out again. So I asked again, and he said he was busy. So--not interested. I gave him plenty of chances, but he's just not."

"How many times has Bellamy hit on you in the last, what, two weeks?"

"I haven't been keeping count."

"Ballpark."

"Five to ten."

"And you've shot him down every time, right?"

"I haven't shot him down. I've just--I figured he was joking. I'm pretty sure I didn't notice some of them. I wasn't like, I never want to fuck you or anything."

"He didn't tell you he never wanted to date you either. Yeah, okay, maybe he was letting you down easy, or maybe he didn't figure out that you were trying to ask him out. Honestly, I might not have. So--maybe he's trying to make the same move you were, except he's going bad pickup instead of ambiguous dinner."

"It wasn't ambiguous!" she protests. "If he'd wanted to go out again--"

"How many times have you guys had dinner together? No offense, but I'm just not convinced he would have thought it was that special."

There's an argument to be made for that one, Clarke has to admit. When she'd asked, it felt monumental, like she was really putting herself out there, making the big move, but she'd also been careful to not give away too much. To give Bellamy an out, and herself. To preserve their friendship if it didn't work out.

That, at least, happened. But if Bellamy didn't know, and if he wants the same out now, she could believe that he's going with kind of ridiculous and over the top, for deniability.

And then the rest of the implications of that sink in.

"You think he might really like me," she says.

"Seriously, I already have money on this, if you want me to put more money on it I will. Gina is actually tired of hearing about how you guys are going to date. Not because she used to have a thing for Bellamy," Raven adds, before Clarke can ask. "Because it's just boring now. Unless I have better updates, she's not interested. It's just boring and sad if nothing ever happens."

"I should probably talk to him, huh?"

"Understatement."

"Would Gina be cool with it if you stayed at her place tonight?"

"Planning on getting laid?" she teases.

"He's made it pretty clear that's an option, yeah."

Raven smirks. "Then yeah, I think I can find somewhere else to be."

Group: are we creepy? no, it's the children who are wrong

Raven: RED ALERT RED ALERT I swear to god Clarke is texting Bellamy to ask him to come over so they can actually talk about their shit RIGHT NOW This is happening this is not a drill I'm on the train to Gina's now because Clarke is planning to have sex

Nate: what

Raven: Scout's honor, Miller

Nate: you're not a scout

Raven: And I'm pretty dishonorable But fucking seriously I think she's really going to do it

Jasper: !!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jasper named the conversation "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jasper: WHERE IS MONTY WHY IS HE NOT HERE this is an historic event a historic event? I don't care this is going to be like when JFK got shot in the sense that we'll remember where we were when it happened not in any other ways seriously where is he

Nate: dentist don't worry, he'll freak out soon btw Bellamy just texted me that he's "hanging out with Clarke" tonight guessing he has no clue

Raven: I feel like Jasper shouldn't have changed the chat name We're so fucking creepy

Nate: did you do this when me and Monty were getting together?

Raven: We didn't need to You guys took like three weeks Not 84 years

Nate: man here's hoping after tonight, we never have to use this group chat again

Jasper: it's been an honor serving with you guys let's all go do other stuff and try not to wonder if our friends are having sex

Raven named the conversation "we're fucking creepy, but at least bellamy and clarke are on a date"

Nate: tbh

Depending on what happens tonight, Bellamy thinks it's probably about time to switch his seduction tactics, because whatever he's doing now isn't working.

His sister might be right; he might have to actually tell Clarke what he wants, directly and unambiguously. It's still possible she won't want the same thing, but--he kind of needs to know. He needs to be sure.

Or, she could be inviting him over to seduce him. It's not likely, but he lives in hope. Even Miller admitted he was being really, really fucking obvious. It feels like she's got to notice eventually.

It's not a serious thought, not really, but when he knocks on the door, she calls, "It's open!" which is definitely a deviation from the norm.

"Are you actually cooking?" he asks, suspicious. "Is this a special occasion I didn't know about? Is it our anniversary?"

"I hope it's going to be," she says, coming out of her bedroom in, well--

Not a lot of clothing. Like, at all.

"Um," he says, trying not to stare, even though he's pretty sure the whole point of coming out of a bedroom in lingerie is to get stared at. "Hi," he manages. "You look--wow."

"Thanks." She bites her lip, nerves coming through. "I was getting the impression you were into me. You've been dropping some hints."

"Yeah, I--" His self control breaks and he crosses the living room in a few long strides, cups her face in his hands and kisses her. Her fingers come up to fist in the material of his t-shirt, holding him close, and it's relief and happiness all at once, more emotion than he knows what to do with.

"Yeah," she says. "Me too."

He lets his arms slide around her, grinning. "Was it the dick thirst pickup line that did it? Did that actually work?"

She laughs, tucks her face against his neck. “No, definitely not. I decided you wanted to be friends with benefits and Raven had to talk me down from that one. But I thought you just wanted to fuck me.”

He barks a laugh. “Fuck, I didn’t even—I guess that is kind of how I was thinking about it, but just—“ He kisses her hair. “Our relationship is basically perfect, I just want to be able to kiss you whenever I want. But it’s not like—“

“I love you too,” she says, and he’s never heard anything better.

But then she adds, “So, bedroom?”

And that comes close.

Nate: Are you ever coming home or do you live in Clarke’s bed now?

Bellamy: Good question I’ll let you know when I figure it out

Nate: I like having the whole apartment to myself Definitely stay there forever And congrats on finally making that whole thing work

Bellamy: Thanks I’ll never see you again

“Do you remember when I asked you out?” Clarke asks, sounding curious.

It's an odd question; he's as curious what the answer is supposed to be as she is. “Last night?”

“That was asking you in, not asking you out.”

He frowns. “There was another time? When? What—“

She laughs, resting her face against his back as he makes breakfast. She and Raven didn’t have a lot to work with, so he might have to go shopping soon. If he’s going to be around more. Their fridge needs help.

“I asked you out like two years ago and you turned me down because you had another date.”

“Jesus, really? I definitely missed that. I don’t even remember.”

“Yeah, that’s what Raven figured. She thought you must have just not known.”

“I was trying to pick you up the first time we met,” he says. “So I’m not the only one who missed shit.”

“Oh, no, I knew that.” He turns to frown at her, and she grins. “Lots of guys hit on me at the coffee shop, I just ignored it. But then you were Octavia’s brother, so I figured we could at least hang out. That’s why I tried to ask you on the date. I knew you used to like me. It seemed like you might—“

He catches her mouth for another kiss. “I never stopped liking you,” he tells her. “If I’d known, I would have canceled the other date in half a second. Sorry I didn’t—“

“Don’t worry about it,” she says, smiling. “We got here, right?”

“Finally,” he teases. But he can’t stop smiling. “Took us long enough.”

Monty named the conversation "tfw your otp becomes canon"

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