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pseudofaux · 4 years ago

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Thank you so much for opening requests! Could you write some smut for Seth/mc/Fenrir? Like she is on a recon mission with them smooshed between them in a tent and nervously let's slip being stuck between two men is her fantasy and they just... Do the bro nod and say they can make that happen. Filthy as you like please 🥵

OHOHOHOHOHO 💕💙~ 💦💦

Thank you for requesting! I hope you will see this and enjoy! ETA: WHEW almost done and it is more sensual than filthy but we are NOT TALKING H*ND H*LDING, YANNO?! Seth is doing A LOT. If I manage to post anything else tonight it’s a miracle. 🥵

(Requests are open for just a few more hours-- through the end of May 1-- if you’d like to get one in, reader!)

They are deep in Red territory, not far from the city’s edge but well enough inside the forest that they were able to cook a quick dinner earlier before extinguishing their fire and bedding down for an early night.

It’s a good thing they were quick about it, and a good thing they made it an early night, because the storm outside their tent is massive, the thunderclaps so loud and close they can all feel it in their teeth. Alice is a sport but they can tell she’s on edge... and when Seth notices she’s trembling between them in her cozy sleeping bag, he turns to her and says “Alice...?”

She laughs but the sound is high and shrill, and she instantly laughs again, at herself this time.

“Had no idea there’d be a storm,” Fenrir said. “This sucks, huh? Our tents are really sturdy though, don’t worry. Sirius has them inspected like his life depends on it.”

“That’s because one day it might,” Seth says in a drawl unlike his usual light tone. Brightening, he reaches for Alice’s shoulder and says “But that’s not a bad thing. It means we’re safe and dry, so don’t worry. You can go to sleep and one of us can keep watch for a while if that would help.”

His voice is so smooth and patient she can feel herself calming down. It’s like when a doctor explains something, she gets the exact sense of ease she needs.

Still.

“I don’t know if I could sleep,” she confesses. “I’m not usually scared of storms, this one is just intense. I could keep watch instead?”

Seth and Fenrir laugh at the same time. Not at her, not unkindly. She knows they mean neither would ever let her do what they should. They’re so protective she’s surprised she was allowed to come on this mission. Seth had said something vague about it being safest for her with them, and she hadn’t had time to press on what that meant.

“Not happening,” Fenrir tells her. “But if you can’t sleep, I’ll stay up with ya.” His fingers are gentle over her hand clutching at the top of her sleeping sack.

She’s not sure, a few minutes later, quite how they pry it out of her— maybe it’s that last loud thunderclap startling her out of her wits— but she says it, right into the air where they’re both so close they can’t miss it.

“You know, this is really all a girl could want, one of you on either side of me.” It’s nervous and high again and she finishes it with a little laugh.

Seth and Fenrir aren’t laughing. It’s dark in the tent, but not so dark she can’t tell they’ve both propped themselves up on an elbow each and are looking at one another over her, still clutching the edge of the sleeping bag like it will hide what she just said.

“How d’you mean?” Fenrir asks. His voice is husky and hushed. She’s never heard him talk like that, and it makes her throat feel dry.

“Do you mean closer than we are now?” Seth’s voice is lower than usual, but just as steady as ever. It’s not a voice she thinks a person can hide from. She nods meekly.

“Much closer?” he prods.

“Yes,” she confesses on a whisper. “Much closer. Both of you... on either side.”

“They you should open your sleeping bag, Alice,” Seth whispers back, “And turn on your side so we know which one of us you want to kiss.” And as she is processing that, he adds “First.”

“Yeah, and don’t think you have to face that fox just because he thinks he’s calling the shots,” Fenrir says, audibly miffed.

Oh, oh dear. But also oh yes. She shimmies the zipper of her sleeping bag all the way open, down to her toes and back up, and turns toward Fenrir just to make up for Seth’s teasing, as though she can smooth everything over by choosing him first.

“Hi,” he whispers, freed of his own sleeping bag. He’s rolled toward her onto the open bag, and he smells woodsy in a very nice way. Like what the forest will smell like in the morning, probably. Clean and verdant. “Is it okay to--”

“Yes,” she says. She’s warm enough to feel his grin.

“Good,” he says just beyond her lips. And then he’s on them, and his arm goes around her and the other slots itself perfectly under her neck to support her. He kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing. She has never been kissed by someone so good at all of it; the holding, the moving, the soft sounds he makes right into her mouth and the way he brings their echoes out of her throat.

There are hands coming around her, as sure as if they were being woven together, and they go right to her breast and the curve of her waist that she thought was flush against the ground. But it seems Seth is very good at finding openings. He curls his fingertips around her and it tickles in the slightest undeniable way through her nightdress.

Why on earth had she packed a nightdress for a recon mission?

Now make sure you have everything you need~, someone had told her.

He doesn’t let it stay on long. She can’t focus through Fenrir’s kisses to pay attention to how he does it, she mostly realizes that she’s been moved and that there are hands— three hands— on her breasts. If there were another pair she doesn’t think she’d be able to do the math.

She can still follow orders, though. When Seth says “Turn your head, Alice,” she breaks away from Fenrir with an apology kiss and goes to the other mouth that waits for her. He is right there, partially over her, in just the right spot that she can kiss him without stretching her neck so far it hurts. She breathes a surprised little exhalation into his mouth and Seth hums a little Mmmhmm, yes. It goes right between her legs and so does one of Fenrir’s hands, while his mouth dips to the breast Seth is holding for him.

Her cry is swallowed up in Seth’s mouth, and a mild thunderclap, nothing like what boomed before. It seems the storm outside the tent is mellowing as another increases within it. Seth doesn’t miss a beat, he swallows the sound and kisses her like he knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loses herself in it very quickly. He tastes like their dinner and spices that weren’t part of the meal. His tongue curls around hers silky and skilled.

Fenrir’s fingers are already inside her, and the way was easy. She can’t mind, she’s thrilled, but she’s a little embarrassed.

“He’s thinner,” Fenrir says against her nipple. “Just so you know.” And then he is drawing her out of herself with his mouth and she is whining into Seth because it feels so good, the fingers inside and against her, Fenrir’s sucking, Seth’s tongue.

“Longer, too,” Seth whispers. Fenrir snorts and it brings his teeth into her nipple just a little bit more and her moan is louder than thunder. The tent goes still and quiet.

“...do you like a little bit of hurt, Alice?” That’s Fenrir, but his voice is so smooth it feels like Seth.

“I don’t know,” she whispers back. “But I did like that.”

He does it again without the snort and yes. She definitely likes it. She realizes she has hands herself and she puts one on the back of each of their heads. “Good girl, Alice,” Seth purrs. The words vibrate against her tongue and she whines again, wanting to be good enough to hear that again.

“Oh?” Seth asks. He sucks gently on her lower lip, slowly enough to give her time to feel the way it builds in intensity, just like the pace of Fenrir moving his hand between her legs. “Do you want to be a good girl who gets a little pain and likes it?”

“Yes,” she warbles into his mouth, on the tail end of his question. “I do. With you both. From you both.” And then she is kissing Seth, perhaps to keep herself from saying anything else. His smile against her is sharp and sweet.

“Fenrir,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Fenrir mumbles. His hand does something different, slipping out of her but then going right back in before she can be too sad about it. One of his fingers (she definitely cannot do the math) is rubbing at the spot she touches when she’s alone and fidgety in the night, the other (others?) are inside her, except for one that is speeding her slickness back and back, other a place she has not touched, to a place she has not even dreamed of touching, only hoped they would one day touch for her. And now they are.

“Good girl,” Fenrir breathes onto her skin, and it lights her up from the inside out. She had no idea she wanted to hear that so badly. She has always wanted to be good, always wanted people to think well of her, but this is something beyond her understanding of herself before she unzipped that sleeping bag.

“Mmhmm,” Seth agrees. “She’d be an even better girl if she opened up her mouth.”

Her jaw falls open before she can even think to do anything. She wants to do everything they want, so, so very badly.

“Good girl.” Seth purrs the praise and for some reason she says “Please,” not that she even knows what she’s pleading for.

But they do. They keep kissing her, but some of their hands drift away from her and she can hear the clinking of belt buckles, the hushed sound of zippers. Not the sleeping bag kind.

“Very good,” Fenrir is chanting against her breast. He’s moving back and forth a bit, more than he was, and when she realizes his body is moving because he’s stroking himself she feels so hot she worries she will catch the tent on fire and burn it until the rain outside cools her down. No such thing happens, but he does reach for her hand and pull it down, and then he’s in her grip, impossibly smooth and promisingly rigid.

“Fenrir,” she whimpers, and Seth bites her lower lip.

“No,” he says. “You can say his name into his mouth, Alice. Who are you kissing?”

“Seth.”

“That’s my good girl.”

“Our good girl,” Fenrir says, voice a little tight. She squeezes him gratefully.

“What can you be doing with your other hand, I wonder,” Seth prompts. She shakes her other hand just to figure out where it is and immediately pulls it down from Seth’s hair to stretch down between them and there he is, ready to meet her. He is slender. Slender and perfect.

She immediately begins to stroke him, too, pleased that a rhythm comes to her that is easy to keep. She kisses him firmly and pulls her mouth away. She has to tell them something important. “I’ve never... before...” she trails off, not sure how to explain, hoping they will understand like they have so beautifully understood everything else.

Seth shushes her and rubs his cheek against hers. “Sweet girl, we know. It doesn’t matter, but we know. We’ll take good care of you. Aren’t we already?”

“Yes!” Her voice is, again, embarrassing. But she can’t stand the thought that they wouldn’t know she values how good they are being to her.

He laughs against her so lightly. Like she has made a joke over tea. It sounds terribly sinful and if Fenrir wasn’t rubbing against the spot between her spots-- heavens-- she would really, truly go up in flames. But she would much rather live for more of the feeling of the pads of his fingers slipping against her, finding every place he can press.

“She’s good,” Fenrir says, and she knows he is talking to Seth but she is still so happy he has said she is good that she turns quickly to kiss him in gratitude. His amusement is in his laugh and his tongue. “Very good,” he amends.

“I know,” Seth says, and he puts a slim hand over hers and guides her to pull him up against her. “This first,” he whispers in her ear. “It will be easier, and then Fenrir will come in and make you feel better until it all feels good, I promise. Do you believe me?”

She nods and moans, and hopes her meaning is clear.

“You are such a very, very good girl, Alice,” he says slowly. “Be just a little bit better and breathe in for me, real deep. Deep as you can.”

She can feel him still holding one of her breasts. Surely he can feel how her chest expands as she breathes just like he said.

He presses against her and she cannot gasp because she cannot take in any more air. “Breathe out now,” He whispers. “You can go as fast as you want.”

And somehow it does help, with the way he is coming into her, even though she cries into Fenrir’s mouth. Shh, shh, almost there, he tells her, and kisses her sweetly, then not so sweetly, as she trembles. And then Seth’s hips are flush with her body and she groans. Not unhappily. This is foreign, but it is not uncomfortable or bad, only filling her up somewhere she craved him. He feels wonderful.

Seth is laughing in her ear. “Thank you,” he says. “So do you, sweet girl.” He settles behind her and moves his hands to her hips. His palms are comfortably warm around her and they make her feel safe.

“You did beautifully,” Fenrir says, nudging her with his nose. “Good job.” She manages a smile that trembles only because her body does not know how to handle what she is feeling, nervous energy leaving her body through little shakes.

Fenrir shushes her again and strokes her arm. “Okay?” he asks.

She takes stock of herself through the persistent trembles. “Could... be better,” she whispers, feeling bold.

“Is that so?” he asks. He sounds lively and bright, and she wants to throw her arms around him and cling to his brilliance.

“Hmm, is that so?” Seth repeats. “You’ve been so brave. If you want something, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. We’ll give you everything you want.”

She drifts in the silk of those words for a moment, happily dazed. Then she remembers that one of her hands is around Fenrir, and she pulls him with a little more force. To her. “This,” she breathes, stroking him over the seam he’s made so slippery. “I want this,” she tells him.

“You can have it,” Fenrir tells her. “You want to put it in yourself or you want me to do it, sweetheart?”

“You,” she whines. “Please.”

“Those are some really top-notch manners,” he tells her, and presses inside without hesitation. Her breathing becomes moans; it is all her body can do. Seth, snug inside her, pushes her against Fenrir in a way she could not dream, not even when she dreamed of this. Fenrir swears and she thinks she might.

“Angel,” Seth praises after Fenrir stills, bottomed out deep inside her heat. “You could not be better. So good.”

They fuck her, there is no other word for it, but they do it gently. The give her so much praise she feels like if she opens her eyes she will blind herself by her own glow. She has never felt so surrounded (or filled) by care, glorious and sweet and full of adoration. It’s not long before she is wrung out.

But it is a very long time before they are done.

#ikerev fanfic #ikerev fanfiction #ikerev seth #ikerev fenrir #ikerev seth x alice x fenrir #pseu slings

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fellulahh · 4 years ago

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Diavolo and MC prank the brothers by telling them they’re engaged

The brothers all shared confused expressions as they sat in the lounge. MC and Diavolo had requested their presence and none of them knew why. Lucifer was especially concerned. He wasn’t aware that the human and the Prince were that close so what could they possibly have to announce to them all?

“I expect you’re all wondering why we requested you here on such short notice.” Diavolo grinned as he and MC stood in front of them all.

Lucifer knitted his eyebrows, growing suspicious of the Prince. What was he playing and why did MC look so happy?

“Is MC stayin’ here with us?” Mammon asked excited, “yanno, like permanently?!”

“Not quite.” Diavolo shook his head, amused.

“Not quite, My Lord?” Lucifer questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“MC and I would like to make a very special announcement to you.” Diavolo smiled as he pulled her into his side in an embrace.

Suddenly all of the brothers widened their eyes. What was going on?!

“Whoah whoah what’s goin on here?!” Mammon questioned worried before anybody else could. He didn’t like seeing MC in somebody else’s arms and felt incredibly intimidated by Diavolo.

“Well...” MC grinned, “we wanted you guys to be the first to know.”

“Know what?” Lucifer asked slowly, studying their movements carefully. He felt more and more uneasy by the second. Seeing MC in another persons arms had never phased him until now.

“We’re engaged!” Diavolo beamed before pressing a kiss on MC’s cheek.

The room grew silent almost immediately.

Jaws dropped as all seven brothers gawped at MC and Diavolo.

“Engaged?” Asmo asked wondrously, “You two are getting married?!”

“We are!” MC nodded eagerly, “isn’t it wonderful?”

Although Asmo seemed pleased, nobody else did. “I hadn’t realised you two were together.” Lucifer muttered.

“Well we were never explicit with our love.” Diavolo pondered, “but this morning when MC and I were together discussing the realms and how we could unite them, we suddenly realised how perfect it would be for us to marry. First we unite realms through our pledge to each other and next we join them through having a baby together!”

“A baby?!” Lucifer seethed, not realising just how angry he was.

Although the brothers were shocked by the revelation, they were more surprised by Lucifer’s reaction.

“You two want to start a family?” Satan asked carefully.

“Yes!” MC smiled.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Lucifer breathed, standing up from his seat to leave the room.

The tension soon grew as he left. However, the silence soon ended when Diavolo started laughing. “I think we’d better come clean!” He chuckled, “MC it went perfectly!”

“What went perfectly?!” Mammon asked confused.

“We’re not really engaged.” MC laughed, “we were just playing a little joke on you!”

“Aren’t jokes supposed to be funny?” Satan raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, you’re not getting married?” Asmo pouted.

“No, I’m afraid not!” Diavolo shook his head, “I just needed something to distract my mind from all of the duties I’ve had recently. After seeing how much fun MC and Solomon have together I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon and see if she could help me relax.” He chuckled.

“I should probably go and find Lucifer...” MC spoke as her eyes wandered to the door he’d exited through, “he didn’t seem to react well.”

“That’s just because he’s still coming to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you.” Diavolo laughed.

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!” MC widened her eyes before running out of the room to find the eldest brother; feeling a huge sense of guilt because she’d upset him.

“I knew it’d work.” Diavolo smirked to himself, watching the human leave.

“Knew what would work?” Satan asked.

“You really thought that was a prank I conjured?” Diavolo chuckled, “no, it was just an elaborate plan for Lucifer to win MC’s heart. He’d never of let me try and interfere with his love life so I had to get creative.”

The brothers all shared a glance with each other.

“Right...” Satan spoke slowly. “So you lied to both us and MC?”

“So are MC and Lucifer getting married instead?!” Asmo got his hopes up.

“They better not be! That’s my human!” Mammon stated.

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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mammoney-honey · 4 years ago

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Summoning Circles: What to Offer the Brothers GN!MC

MC doesn’t need to set up anything to summon them since they have their pact but sometimes its just nice to add a bit of drama. It’s also a good way to get the brothers to accept Just Because gifts. So what would would MC lay out as an offering for their favorite demon in their pentagram?

Lucifer

Lucifer is hard to get gifts for because hes a man of few words and fewer guilty pleasures

MC does their best to keep an eye out for things he does like and finally sets things up when they feel that Luci needs a bit of a break

They mostly offer things that would make for a good date night but with one small exception: special gourmet dog treats

He won’t admit it, he says Cerberus is just a well trained guard dog, but that big boy gets only the best and MC knows that Lucifer will appreciate the gesture

The rest is all about setting the mood so Lucifer couldn’t possibly say no to staying

The first thing to accomplish this is the finest bottle of hellfire aged wine, a special request put through to Diavolo for whatever he thought Lucifer would like most

And to accompany a good drink you need some good food as well. A charcuterie board supplied with recommendations from Barbatos and Luke. The little guy should be called a mouse rather than a dog with how much he loves cheese. It took a long time for him to stop talking about it

One of the things that MC looks most fondly on of their time with Lucifer was quiet nights in listening and dancing to new music. They didn’t always share the same tastes but they were always willing to give it a go

So MC would find a vinyl, the only thing Lucifer would listen to the purest that he is, of their most recent favorite song or band so that they could share it with him

The last thing offered is that which Lucifer would want above all else as his own, MC

They can think of nothing else that would gain Lucifer’s attention more than offering their full and complete self. His pride could never allow him to deny taking MC when they offer themselves so willingly

He appears in full demon form, he can’t think of who would be ballsy enough to try and summon him and he has to pull back on his full power once he sees its MC

“MC, my dearest love, the pageantry is appreciated but overall unneeded. All you ever have to do is call my name, all I wish is to hear my name on your lips. But now that I’m here lets make sure you are screaming it”

Mammon

He is another one who is hard to gift things to but for the opposite reason as Lucifer. He likes too many things, wants everything and so it makes it impossible to tell what would actually mean something to him

MC tries their best to lay out things that will show how much they love and appreciate their favorite demon

Money of course is the first thing that is set out but not just spare Grimm or human cash

No, MC will put gift cards out for Mammon’s favorite places or for a date that they can have together. It feels more personal that way and they hope it shows that they pay attention to the things he likes

Mammon has a wardrobe to rival Asmo’s but he insists that it all has to do with his job as a model. Gotta keep up appearances and all that yanno. Hes just a label whore though and everyone knows it

He also just melts at the idea that MC might be thinking of what he would look good in so if they put out a new outfit or accessory, even if its just new sunglasses or a belt, he just about explodes

He will scoff and say that hes not sure if human styles are really his thing but of course puts whatever it is on quickly

Next would be a very special edition of the TSL dvds, a directors cut that even Levi couldn’t get his hands on. He has watched it with MC so many times he could practically recite it but they were always borrowing from Levi so it was about time to start wearing out their own copy

The last two things are more personal, something that shows just how much MC thinks of and misses being with him

The first of that is MC’s favorite set of pictures they took with Mammon, a silly photo booth strip that captured their first kiss. MC had surprised him on the first snapshot and it showed a progression of him getting redder and redder before finally kissing them back

Lastly is a page from their diary, as intimate an offering as they can possibly give. Its from a day where the longing for Mammon was at its strongest and filled with sweet words of how much they miss their first man

Mammon is freaked out at first thinking he is being summoned by another witch and is confused to see MC before taking it all in

“H-hey you don’t have to go through all this. I mean of course The Great Mammon won’t say no to the the things he deserves but ... b-but you only ever need to say my name, there is no where I’d rather be than with you”

Levi

Levi has a bad habit of just buying whatever he wants but considering that he has so many fandom’s its not hard to find some piece or another he doesn’t have

MC feels like his brothers don’t give much thought to his gifts though, just typing in a name they know and getting whatever they find. They want to give him something more personal and can’t just be bought and shipped in two days

MC starts to watch a lot of craft, cooking and cosplay YouTubers to try and put everything together themselves. It felt more genuine that way at least to them

MC tries to keep things diverse, hitting a couple of Levi’s favorites but mostly avoiding anything Ruri related since they are afraid of messing it up lmao

Instead they focus on the anime’s and games that they watched and played together. Almost like a collection of inside jokes that they are using to summon him

The first thing MC sets out is a prettily decorated plate of macrons, doing their best to replicate the colors and flavors described in the one bakery time management game they always played

MC also went through Levi’s super secret fanfiction accounts I will fight you he is totally a fic writer because he has so many self inserts and fix it fics and wrote out comments for every single thing he had written. They printed them out not because they didn’t think he read them but to show that they were the ones that left them

Along with the comments MC also created art for Levi’s most beloved OC, creating cute enamel pins of them in chibi form with the cannon character he paired them with

The last two things came as a sort of combo, a couples cosplay from the romance anime they had watched together. The protagonist had been a shut in otaku who had found his soulmate when they were reborn into his world and Levi had latched onto him immediately

It had taken a lot of blood sweat and tears trying to get both of the outfits cannon perfect but damn it MC was not going to settle for anything less

At one point they forgot they were making it for Levi and just got caught up in the the drama that was finding the perfect buttons and trim color

Overall they were so proud of the sewing skills they just wanted to call on him the moment they were done so he could see but they got a hold of themselves so they could set up what they had planned

Levi was summoned into the circle still wearing his headset and fingers tapping at a controller that had been left behind

His demon side comes out at having been cost a serious match from the sounds of it but his anger turns to confusion at seeing MC and then into wide eyed amazement at all of the things in front of him

He started to gush about every single thing he saw before he realized that MC was there beaming at him

“You went through all this trouble to prove that you aren’t a normie and yet you summon me this way?? J-just say my name like you’re supposed to! I kind of like hearing you say it anyway ...”

Satan

Satan surprisingly doesn’t like being the center of attention and thus doesn’t really like surprises or receiving gifts. He also doubts that anyone understands him enough to give him what he wants cocky ass that he is

The idea for the things to set out in his summoning circle came to MC when discussing love potions with Satan and Solomon one day. They were talking about how smell plays such a strong part and Satan let slip some of the things he might smell after MC listed some of theirs

So while MC doesn’t have much, well any, experience in magic or potions they do want to try to stir up those feelings those smells produce in Satan

The first thing he had said came as a surprise to no one, the smell of parchment and ink

MC used each of them as their own separate offering on the pentagram. They used a fancy new calligraphy quill dipped in green ink that matched his eyes to write a long love note for him

The ink was still wet on the parchment that they set down and left the quill and remaining ink as the second gift

The next thing he mentioned was another one MC expected: tea leaves

So MC just walked into their local tea shop and let their nose lead the way. Anything that caught their attention or made them want to keep smelling they bought, creating their own special blend just for Satan

It wasn’t necessarily something that Satan would say for himself but MC had started to burn different candles in their room when he would come to rant when he was angry, trying to find a scent that he could associate with being calm when they helped him work through the anger

Whatever candle seemed to work the best is the candle that MC sets out for him. Probably something woodsy, pine or balsam or even sandalwood. It brings back good memories for MC, kissing all those worries of his away and hopes it does the same

The last item is one that made MC blush when they heard Satan admit it, he had liked the scent of their shampoo

He hadn’t said that specifically but he had closed his eyes and described a scent that he couldnt place but that he adored and when MC was taking their shower that night it clicked

It might have been a little lame, leaving a bottle of shampoo out for Satan but MC knew that when he realized what that scent he loved so much was that he would get the cutest blush

They weren’t disappointed when they summoned Satan. He hid his shock of being summoned this way well, taking his time to walk around the circle and examine each offering. He immediately knew where they had gotten the inspiration and teased them about being such a sap

He stopped when he got to the shampoo though, not sure how that fit into the equation until he smelled it. It dawned on him and there was that blush that he tried to hide by turning his face away

“You always did like to make things difficult on yourself didn’t you? I’m only ever a call away for you kitten. Now come here and let me really breath you in, you’re simply intoxicating to me and I can’t stay away.”

Asmo

Asmo is never shy about when he doesn’t like gifts that people have given him but he has only ever cherished what MC has gotten him. Every small trinket and gift he has on full display in his room and he will wear something that MC got them when he misses them the most

He also will do it when he wants to bother his brothers and show off that MC simply lavished him in gifts (Mammon and Levi are the only ones who fall for it lmao)

So MC decides to offer Asmo things that will allow him to parade around their love for him, things to keep them close when MC isn’t there

The first thing that MC gets Asmo is new nail polish, a color that they agonized over finding because they wanted it to match his eyes perfectly

Asmo has a very organized planner, its how he keeps track of all the events he is invited to, when he has dates, who hes slept with, who hes going to sleep with and everything in between

MC commissions custom made stickers for him so he can decorate the pages of his planner even more. Specifically a whole sheet of cute stickers of them together he could use for when they planned date nights

The next thing was something for Asmo’s room which he was always changing and refreshing so it looked forever interesting for Devilgram pics

MC gets a large print of Asmo’s favorite picture of them together and puts it in a beautiful frame that perfectly matched his favorite decorating style. Perfect to show to the world that Asmo was their favorite demon and that they looked so good together

And so they can take even more pictures of themselves together MC buys a Polaroid camera for Asmo. His phone will always be his favorite thing to take pics on but this way they could have them printed instantly and it continues to let him be trendy

Lastly MC gets Asmo a necklace. A dainty rose gold chain that he can wear with practically everything and with a diamond accented heart shaped locket that could easily be tucked away if needed. It was an enchanted locket, thanks to the help of Solomon, and it warmed when MC was thinking of him

Its the first thing Asmo grabs and quickly puts on, showing it off for MC

“Oh MC you are simply the cutest thing I have ever seen~ I’m sorry I don’t have something to give you in return. I hope the fact that my heart beats only for you will make up for it, now come here I’ve been without kisses too long.”

Beel

Its SO hard not to just grab whatever is in the kitchen at the time and throw it in the summoning circle and call it a day for Beel

But he is more than just his hunger and MC is always striving to show him that they understand that

It was harder than expected, just because asking anyone what Beel might want always got them food answers. They thought Belphie might be helpful but only got told “he probably just wants a nap ... its what I would want”

MC starts to think of all the most special moments they had with Beel, trying to think what about them made them so memorable and they knew for a fact that it wasn’t the food

The first thing they come up with is a banner that MC made to cheer him on at one of his games. It had gotten a little tattered and torn because it had rained that day but they just couldn’t let it go

Mostly because Beel after winning had ran up into the stands and kissed them for the first time. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t ever kissed but they had always been the one to make the first move but this time Beel had come to them. Of course in the biggest gesture possible

It was cheating a little bit offering a cookbook, it was still food related, but it felt better than putting in actual food

This particular cookbook was special to MC too, they had spent several months trying to recreate one of the recipes from it down in the Devildom when MC didn’t have it. Even their D.D.D had been no help in finding the human world dish they were trying so hard to recreate

It had finally been Beel who had found someplace that sold the food they had been craving. He had even been able to bring it back completely untouched just so that they could have it all though he didn’t complain when they offered him several bites from their fork

MC pulls the next thing from their own shelves at home, a well read copy of Lord of the Flies. The spine cracked and little notes about their favorite parts scribbled in the margin

It was one of the human novels that Satan had and one of MCs favorites from school. Beel had caught them reading it and thought the title was ironic but the more he watched MC get engrossed in reading the more curious he got

He eventually asked MC to read it to him, he actually liked books even if most didn’t take him for the type it was just that he had a hard time actually reading himself. He always got distracted by food but audio books always worked well for him when he was working out, it turned out to be even better when MC read to him when he was eating

It was the best of both worlds for him and he found the story actually pretty funny, slightly worrying MC but they figured they couldn’t blame a demon for getting enjoyment out of a story like that. He did find their lack of food concerning though so at least there was that

One of the things that Beel often complained about when MC was living in the devildom was that when he went to go eat they weren’t always there. Sure Beel would ask them to tag along whenever possible but it didn’t always happen. He would call them from the kitchen at times and tell them that he missed them

MC was sure the other brothers would have something to say about it but knew that Beel would genuinely enjoy the next thing MC offered. Amagnet with his favorite picture of them. It was MC caught in a candid he took, mid bite in a dessert he had made them and his hand could just be seen wiping some whipped cream off MC’s cheek

It was a way that Beel could have MC with him at his favorite place every time

The last thing that MC laid out was something that was inspired by Beel. He had once given them a coupon for a free meal by him and they had thought it was just about the cutest thing ever

They made him a whole coupon book of favors ranging from cooking any meal he wanted to recording his workouts for him and of course lots of coupons for hugs and kisses

Beel isn’t used to being summoned at all so hes slightly disoriented when he finds himself suddenly in the human world. As soon as he sees MC though its nothing but smiles and he doesn’t even notice the gifts until after

“MC did you know I was thinking about you? Sometimes I just say your name and hope you will appear ... so if you ever think of me just say my name. I want to be here, even if its during dinner”

Belphie

Belphie is not one to beat around the bush at all. He is a creature of habit and just wants more of the same things that he already has. Dont fix something if its not broke right?

So its fairly easy to fill his summoning circle with things that he loves, just adding to his ever growing collection of happy nap time things

That isn’t to say that MC just grabs whatever blanket or pillows they have laying around, they still want it to be special for him

So yes the first two things they offer to Belphie is a pillow and blanket, there was never going to be anything else but MC spent a long time putting their love into finding just the right ones for him ... and still couldn’t find what they wanted

MC used this as an excuse to create something themselves for their sleepy boy. They dived deep into youtube and pintrest and spent more money than they care to admit on materials until finally they made what they wanted

The first was a quilt large enough for three cause the twins like to make MC a sandwich in a cow print pattern that matched his pillow and demon form marks, lined with the softest fabric she could find that was the same purple as his eyes

His pillow was another quilted design, this time of a cloudy night sky with a sleepy cow jumping over the moon. MC stitched his name in pretty gold thread on the back long with a sweet ‘I love you’

There was one last fluffy thing to give to him, this one MC knew he would probably scoff and tease them about but they couldn’t help it. They saw the angry looking cow plushie and just could not walk away

They have actually been sleeping with it when they miss him most and even if he doesn’t like the plushie the fact they have slept with it so much will make him a bit fonder of it

Even though they were pretty sure that Belphie knew every star in the sky MC couldn’t help but get a book with stories about the constellations. He might already know them all but they thought that he might still enjoy hearing them read to him as he drifted to sleep

The last thing MC has to offer him is also star related. A star map of the day that they made their pact. It was the day that MC had fully forgiven everything that had happened before and their relationship had truly began

When Belphie was summoned he was half asleep but knew who it must be even in his sluggish state. He gave a big yawn and looked around at all the things around him

“At least things are already set up for the perfect nap, including having you. MC next time just say my name alright? Its much more of a drag this way ... and I want to know when you are dreaming of me”

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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om-headcanon · 4 years ago

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☆ obey me brothers reacting to mc losing a friend

it isnt often discussed how much pain losing a friend can cause. if youre feeling hurt from losing someone you cared for, thats completely normal. here is how i believe the brothers would deal with the situation (slight tw for food mention!)

lucifer

he immediately notices something is off with you, but respects you enough to not pry

after a few days go by and you dont seem to have changed much, he politely inquires whats up

you tell him someone you cared for left and gave you little to no explanation why

hes unsure whether to give you a hug or give you space, but he lets you know that he is always here for you

if you want to talk about it more, he is here to listen. if you just want to be held, hes got you. if youre on cooking duty that night, hell cook for you, and even bring food to you if you dont feel like leaving your room

oh and if he ever finds the person who hurt you? wish them good luck

mammon

he was waiting outside your door at 1 am listening in to see if you were sleeping (if not, he was going to barge in obviously)

he hears crying... worried, he opens the door

he sits next to you on the bed and rubs your shoulder, asking whats going on

you tell him about how your best friend back in the human world (hes heard of this friend before, you talk about them all the time) suddenly decided they dont want to be your friend anymore

hes shocked... he cant begin to comprehend someone not wanting to be YOUR friend? like, youre awesome!

he proceeds to monologue for 4 minutes about how awesome you are. he stops when he sees you smile

“i-im just gonna stay in here for the night. yanno, to make sure youre okay”

leviathan

he immediately noticed something was off when he texted you he was about to play your favorite game and you didnt show up

he searches around the house for you, and finds you sitting by yourself in the dining room with red eyes

he isnt the best when it comes to comforting people, but he could tell you needed help. he sat down next to you and asked if there was anything you want to talk about

you tell him the gist of what happened

like mammon, hes shocked anyone wouldnt want to be around you. like youre the first human he has cared for... and youre now his closest friend too? youre so special!

and he tells you that

he lets you know if you need any distraction, you guys can watch your favorite anime (obviously you say yes)

he brings popcorn and chocolate and you two sit together watching tv for hours

satan

you were in the library? before him?

he assumes you just wanted some alone time, so he starts to leave... but then decides to ask whats got you in the library?

you tell him the details

out of all his brothers, it seems as if he understands the least. he doesnt really get why youre upset as he doesnt really have many friends himself nor has never experienced what youre feeling, but decides to stay by your side and reassure you that hes a friend who wont leave

he decides to stay a while and reads a book out loud to you so youre not absentmindedly staring at the wall all alone

if you lie in his lap, he will play with your hair too until you fall asleep

asmodeus

almost immediately after you heard the news yourself, asmo comes flying through your bedroom door

he asks if youre okay because “your vibes felt weird... i felt like you were upset” (he wasnt wrong, but odd that he knew)

youre still processing the situation, and dont know how to put it into words

and thats alright, because asmo doesnt even need to know. you havent given him any information regarding the situation and hes already showering you in love

hes going on and on about how youre the best and coolest person he has ever met in his life while giving you numerous cheek kisses (if youre uncomfortable he will stop of course)

he just wants you to know you are loved

beelzebub

around this time, you usually help beel record work out videos. so when you didnt show up, he was surprised

he checked the kitchen for you, and you happened to be in there. he picked you up and carried you to his room

you thought beel would just make you record the video, but he just places you on his bed and climbs into it himself

he can tell youre sad and asks why you are sad... he doesnt like when you are sad!

you tell him someone you loved really hurt your feelings

his eyes widen and he cries a little. he doesnt want you to feel pain ever

he holds you in an embrace and tells you he will never ever hurt your feelings

belphegor

you two were supposed to take a nap, but he wakes up when he realises youre not sleeping

he asks whats on your mind preventing you to sleep

you tell him the summary

hes furious that this person of yours is preventing you from getting good sleep

he drags you to the kitchen and makes you a soup he always makes for beel when hes feeling low

he lets you know that hes glad hes got to know you and hell go fight that human you know if it would make you feel any better

he hopes you sleep better knowing youre cared for

#this is my first headcanon i hope i did well!#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #lucifer headcanon #mammon headcanon #leviathan headcanon #satan headcanon #asmodeus headcanon #beelzebub headcanon #belphegor headcanon

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badass-at-fandoming · 3 years ago

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Guess who finished her work early so she can tell you about Logan reunion!!!! Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

IDK if you've ever seen the musical Chicago, but I'm 75% sure Logan just has "Cell Block Tango" on the brain this whole arc. After reveling in his dramatic reveal (complete with priest costume I'm still not over), Logan eagerly asks MC if MC missed him, if MC's glad he's back, if MC was treated well, but like, in a very Logan way, so there's some threats sprinkled like cheese on French onion soup. MC decides to react like a sane person, just this once, as a treat. He begs Logan not to kill him.

Begging of course activates Riam, who followed MC here. Logan and Riam trade quips while MC gets progressively more and more entangled with Logan's body like a four-armed octopus. 😂 It is very difficult!! To take this scene seriously!!! I blanked out most of what happened besides kisses okay. And that Riam got shot in the stomach so he would pass out and not detonate the fucking bomb attached to MC's neck.

Logan carries MC like a princess and says, "Let's go home, Alex," AND I DIE. MC passes out while clutching Logan's shirt aldkjaklfjdjflkjfl. When MC wakes up, they're in sketchy warehouse #3. For the first time in chapters, MC's dressed in his own clothes instead of something Riam ordered him to wear. I guess Logan helped a groggy MC change clothes? Changed a passed out MC's clothes? Anyway, it's cute.

There's a lot of talking, so to sum up: Logan loves MC but is pissed that MC left him in jail (to get picked up by Aria). It's very like, Logan will bend heaven and earth for MC, but he wants MC to do the same for him. He feels he must make triple sure MC is still loyal to him and make an itemized list of anyone who hurt MC in Logan's absence. Because, yanno, villain lover.😂 Also, he doesn't know how to remove the tracker/bomb/choker from MC's neck and insults the aesthetic. He likes the collar he put on MC better 😂😂😂

For his part, MC explains that he had to leave Logan to save him (because of the deal with Riam, remember). He loves Logan, but hates that about himself because Logan is so dangerous. There's a slim, slim chance for a peaceful life with Logan, MC, and Hailey. There's a funny line of "The gangs and CIA hate us! They'll chase us to the ends of the earth! Logan, we're literally going to die!!!" And Logan's like "At least we'll die together. Not too bad, right?" asdfghjkl; BABE.

The story suffers here like it does with almost all love confessions in the Maybe app. Since this takes places before the player chooses their ending, we can't fully hop on the Logan bandwagon. The words are ambiguous; things aren't fully explained.

And speaking of Hailey, Logan figured out that Hailey's life is what Aria holds over MC. In the past, whenever MC complained about the CIA and its practices, Aria reminded him that Hailey's stellar healthcare depends on his job. Logan took it upon himself to do some digging and, uh, big shocker here, Hailey's already dead. There's a slight implication that Aria murdered her. Logan shows MC her grave and, my friends, Hailey's been dead for YEARS. Like, "the name on the gravestone is slightly worn from weather damage" dead.

MC ping-pongs through the 5 stages of grief and Logan is just. The Most about this. He pushes MC into an open grave and MC drags him on top of him and they flop around kissing and crying and THERE IS A CG:

[[Image ID Kill Your Boss Logan Harris CG 2, Logan pins MC's hands against the crumbling walls of an open grave. The pair kiss while MC cries.]]

Again, they are in an OPEN PIT next to MC's sister's grave. The scene fades to black and I'm like. Are you for serious--and it skips to the next morning with Logan and MC naked and in bed together. jaldkfjakljf MC has a nightmare and Logan kisses away his tears 😭😭😭. MC asks Logan if he knows what it's like to lose a family member. Which is. A bit like asking a blind man to describe the color blue, because Logan was abandoned as a baby to some Catholic missionaries (that's why his priest cosplay is so good!). Logan doesn't know, but remarks that if MC kills Aria, MC'll find out. Which I don't have a problem with because she's scum, but I get it, she gave MC a cookie once upon a time.

MC and Logan start gettin' hot and heavy, but get cockblocked AGAIN by a messenger 😂 Random Gang Member #69 reports that Riam's gang has blown up a supply warehouse. Logan is like GODdamnIT when will this b-hole be mine, and MC laughs at him. 😂You have a choice to stay behind or go with Logan to confront Riam's gang, and I chose to go.

Reminder that throughout all this, MC STILL HAS A BOMB WRAPPED AROUND HIS NECK. Hello!! Can we take care of this!!! Does ANYONE want to take this off please. Pls. I guess since MC is in their warehouse now, Riam and Noah decide to show up and "rescue" MC from Logan. Which is hilarious to me because Riam put a BOMB on him. Why is he a better option? I guess the most safe option is Noah?? Somehow the person I was most suspicious of is now the most trustworthy.

Everyone's in the same place!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This won't end well. 😱😭

We'll have to see which drama king MC ends up with: I checked the book's comments section, and it appears there's not 4, but 7 endings for Kill Your Boss. There's the typical bad ending, where MC doesn't haven enough Heart points for any of the Love Interests. Then each Love Interest has a normal and a good ending. To get the good, HFN ending, their Hearts need to be at 100%. The Maybe app is infamous in my mind for the brutality of their non-good endings, so we'll have to see who I have the best chance with. Worse case scenario, I reset the book and play again while consulting the walkthrough.

Link to Part 6, the finale!

#cinamon games #maybe: interactive stories #kill your boss #spoilers #route review #text post #we getting FANCY with these emojis #I copy them from twitter like a noob

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rpleaseikemensengoku · 5 years ago

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HC #5

Okay so this took way longer than I’m proud of! Work has been the bane of my existence (but I need money so yanno). We recently switched computer systems and it has been a nightmare. These are way late so I’m sorry to the anon who requested them about a million years ago!

Request: “Could I request a headcannon with Kenshin, Mitsuhide, Yukimara, and 2 others it doesn't matter who, with a Mc who sings really good?”

Enjoy! Happy reading! Admin T~

Kenshin

He had just been wandering around the castle, looking for a training partner when he heard the softest of sounds

He immediately recognized it as you, but the sweet melody that filled the garden you were tending too was unfamiliar to him.

He reseted on one of the beams watching you work, listening to the soft soprano of your voice. His earlier search for a training partner quickly forgotten.

When you turned and squeaked, he chuckled. How long had he been standing there? Did it matter? You sounded lovely, and he wished you would continue.

Finds himself uncharacteristically unconcentrated. Every time you speak he hears that soft melody, the way your voice seemed to lift so effortlessly, every word out of your mouth now a song to his ears.

After nearly a week of hoping to “just catch you singing” he cornered you in your shared bedroom. Would you sing for him again?

He loved the soft blush that rushed up your down your face and chest, turning you a soft petal pink. Nearly arguing with you when you stated that you “really weren’t that good.”

Stared at you intensely, you fidgeted for a moment before letting an exasperated sigh leaves your lips before you pulled him by the kimono into your lap.

Closing his eyes he rested his head on your thighs, fighting to stay awake as your carded gentle fingers through his hair and your voice rolled out in warm waves lulling him to sleep.

Mitsuhide

He’s been silently listening to you for almost a month now. Accidentally on purpose lets the whole group of warlords know you’re quite the song bird.

You vehemently deny it, because how would he know that? And you’re super not willing to perform for the entire army.

Everyone’s full of laughter as you pout your way towards Nobunaga’s dias. They requested you sing at the war counsel and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You’re going to blast that shit eating grin of Mitsuhide’s face. And you do. You sing your lungs out and it’s beautiful and strong and the whole room is deathly silent.

You made eye contact with Mitsuhide the ENTIRE time. He asked for it after all. When you’re finished you triumphantly plop yourself back down in your seat as your swarmed with praise.

Mitsuhide high key regrets it. He was trying to tease you and wasn’t exactly expecting whatever that just was. He’s flustered but refuses to show it. Agitated that all the warlords and retainers won't leave you alone.

Now that he’s outed your talent you sing, literally everywhere. During every task. A very large part of him loves to stop and revel in the sound of your voice as it echoes through the halls.

He’s taken to mimicking you when you’re face to face and he nearly had a heart attack when you harmonized with him. After a brief reset, he composed himself and smiled. Oh how he loved that voice of yours.

Yukimura

You yell at him for sneaking up on you, it’s creepy to just hide and listen to someone.

He laughs and tells you that he wasn’t hiding. He tried to tell you he was there but you were too busy doing whatever jig that was to notice him.

You grumble and complain before stalking off to go finish your chores. Totally unaware that he plans to follow.

After the fourth time catching him listening to your singing your suspicious and call him out. He panics and has a snide remark, but when he sees he’s upset you he starts to sing your song!

What the hell? How did he even know that song? You literally made it up for when you were cleaning! It was about mops for gods sake. Now you really start to grill him.

He embarrassed, head bowed, ears red but he keeps humming the tune until he finally shouts “So maybe I like your voice okay!?”

Now it’s your turn to blush. Why did he just say that in the first place? “Why didn’t you just start with that?” you stutter.

He claims it’s because he was embarrassed and you try to reason with “imagine how I feel!” but nothing quite makes your heart flutter than when he asks if you’ll sing again for him.

Shingen

You thought his flirting and flattery were bad before? Watch out world. Happened to hear you singing to yourself one day and hasn’t left it alone since.

Parades you around the castle, and castle town; telling anyone who’ll listen just how magical your voice it.

You must be a siren, to be that beautiful with a voice like that. No wonder he and so many others found you so alluring.

At first all of the attention made you shy, you very much did not want anyone to hear you, but the more compliments you received and the more Shingen talked you up the more you found yourself just singing randomly around the castle.

Now you sing all the time, and Shingen tends to join in. He made you teach him the lyrics to that one modern song you really like so that he can serenade you.

Loves it the most when he’s not feeling great and you rub his back and sing softly until he’s asleep.

He has no idea what you’re saying, words foreign to his ears but the melody is so soft and your voice is as light as a feather. This song is one he refuses to share with anyone.

Nobunaga

It wasn’t like you were trying to hide it, just that nobody here had ever asked you to sing before.

Nobunaga happened to be performing a dance, and for once in your life you knew the words to the song they were playing.

Everyone had started off singing and clapping along, but before long you noticed you seemed to be the only one singing.

Upon opening your eyes you saw that everyone had stopped, all eyes on your, even Nobunaga’s.

Panicked, you squealed and apologized for the disruption only to be pulled up out of your seat.

“Sing” Nobunaga urged you on his face stern but his eyes soft. Nervous you started off quietly, voice barely audible. Rapidly growing louder the more confident you became.

This was a thing now. Anytime he danced, be it to bolster the troops or for a celebration you were to sing along with him. He wouldn’t dream of dancing to anything else.

#ikesen #Ikemen sengoku HC's #ikemen sengoku #anon request #ikesen kenshin #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen yukimura #ikesen shingen #ikesen nobunaga #sorry this took me so long!

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otome-reviews · 6 years ago

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SLBP “Counting the Stars” Event Review

Fun fact: the Tanabata/Star festival typically takes place in July, so this latest SLBP event is about 4 months too early 😂 But never mind that! Here are my quick thoughts on all four stories:

For all his book smarts, I guess Mitsunari never got around to reading the ancient Japanese equivalent of How to Win Friends and Influence People, because boy was he a massive asshole in his route. Exhibit A: “Those who let romance and sex be an excuse to neglect their duties are nothing more than pathetic wretches.” Smooth move, saying that in front of your girlfriend... 🙄 Another romantic gem: “We only went [to the festival] because I was asked to take a closer look around.” Actually no, he (pissily) went because MC asked him, but of course Mitsunari is incapable of realizing that truth himself. To be fair, his need to be on watch at the festival wasn’t actually fake, and I did think the route started redeeming itself a little after MC got kidnapped and Mitsunari THREW A SWORD at her captor before taking out a bunch of baddies alongside Sakon. Mitsunari even managed to say something cute by the end (“No matter what lies between us, I will always go to your side”)!

Overall, I thought this story was well designed in that it’s very in character with Mitsunari’s personality. That said, I didn’t find his behavior in this story until the very very end attractive or appealing in the slightest. Life’s too short to deal with rude guys who feel like they have to pretend not to be affected by love! ^_^

Personal enjoyment: 2/10

MC starts out this ES a little miffed that Saizo’s reluctant to make their relationship Facebook greengrocer official (in contrast, beefy Sasuke’s much more chill about things, even if he and MC aren’t even dating, lol). He also doesn’t seem to show any signs of caring when MC is “randomly” assigned to play Orihime alongside a flustered Yukimura as Hikoboshi in the upcoming festival play. But by the end of the story, we learn that Saizo’s been creeping on the rehearsals like the silent ninja he is, and when MC proves herself unable to finish the play on the day of, Saizo even whisks her away so they can re-enact their own happy ending to the play. ^_^

For about 80% of this story, I thought Saizo was cold/unlikeable. Which, to be fair, is true to character! Like...if Saizo can’t go public with MC because of ninja issues, why can’t he just tell her that like a normal human, yanno? But I have to say, that ending with Saizo being romantic on the cliffside was pretty great, in a weird way. And Yukimura’s and MC’s complete inability to pretend to be in love with each other for the play was hilarious. Final thoughts: Sasuke was such a sneaky bastard, with his kiss attempt on MC. Saizo’s one of the country’s top ninjas - you’d think the guy would be a little more careful about poking the hornet’s nest!

Personal enjoyment: 4/10

In Shingen’s ES, the guy isn’t too enthused about the Tanabata festival because he has way too many ceremonial obligations. And meanwhile, MC’s also sad that she and Shingen won’t be able to spend much time together on this special day - so sad, in fact, that she’s reluctant to put on the fancy yukata that Shingen buys her. Girl pls. >_< The couple does manage to enjoy a bit of time together at the festival (it’s MC’s wish and Shingen wants to make it come true!), even if on a slightly sad, time-limited note. And in the end, Sasuke’s remarkable resemblance to Shingen saves the day, and MC and Shingen are able to play hooky/enjoy a bit of cute+sexy time together as a regular couple...until Yuki walks in on them, lmao.

I thought this route was a little sad tbh, and I felt bad for poor Shingen’s plight. Although he didn’t vocalize the problem to MC directly, I do like how he showed with actions and words that he wanted to spend time with her (“What I really want is you”)! Also, I loved the side plot involving Yuki et. al trying (and failing) to discover Shingen’s adorable true wish of eating MC’s kinako-mochi (probably not an innuendo??), lmao. All in all, I thought this was a solid enough story, if a little bittersweet and definitely not Shingen’s greatest!

Personal enjoyment: 5.5/10

Shigezane’s a total sweetheart in his ES, and should win an award for being the only guy of the bunch to directly ask MC to the Tanabata festival himself (“Would you do me the honor of attending me at the festival, my noble doll?”). This guy. 😂💕 But trouble comes in the form of a predatory Genya, who “kisses” MC in front of poor Shigezane days before the festival! Poor, secretly shy Shigezane is too awkward to talk about it for days on end. He’s also struggling admirably and maturely with his own jealousy: “Does this make me just another petty-ass man who thinks he deserves to control a woman?” But in the end, MC and S patch things up adorably, and Gen shows it wasn’t really a kiss at all, by pecking Shigezane on the corner of his mouth as well. ...Of course he does, lmao.

Shigezane was a little awkward in this route, but I loved him and his woke self 1000% regardless. Also, I love how literally the entire town/castle ships Shigezane and MC, haha. But Genya’s kissing was absolutely insane. Wtf Genya, this isn’t France! You can’t just go around greeting people with kisses in ancient Japan!! Lmao. Overall I thought this story was ridiculous, but I still mostly enjoyed it (Genya aside). Shigezane is such a babe.

Personal enjoyment: 7/10

Taking all four stories into consideration, I really can’t say I loved this event, but I do give the writers props for having all warlords be so in character. Really speaks to the quality of SLBP that their personalities are able to shine through, even in such short stories!

#slbp #slbp shigezane #slbp shingen #slbp saizo #slbp mitsunari #samurai love ballad party #counting the stars #tanabata #event #review

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rokutouxei · 6 years ago

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unfaithful

mystic messenger unrequited (?) 707/MC, Jumin/MC route | hurt/comfort, angst, smut | 3336 | [ao3] warnings: EXPLICIT, tw: cheating, spoilers: 707′s name disclaimer: i don’t intend to romanticize their behaviors at all. so, as a reader, please don’t romanticize what they’re doing too.

It was bad enough that Jumin hadn’t been returning your calls or messages for the past week. But to top it off with one of the biggest Korean tabloids plastering an image of your husband holding hands with another woman as he’s on an international business trip—one that would last a whole month?

You didn’t know what to do.

You decided to have faith in Jumin, like you promised him you would. That you would understand if he had long business trips, if he couldn’t stay by your side as much as another man probably could. You had talked all about this before the two of you got married. You’d both settled it well like adults, literally the only thing missing would have been a contract to really finalize the deal.

You sent him messages. [Text me when you have free time!] Not that he ever did, not without you prodding him to. When he’s really busy, when he’s in the zone, he’s rarely the first one to send a message. You set that aside. [Who are you with today? I hope meetings go well!] You try your best to be as patient, as understanding, as ideal of a wife as you can be.

But you’re only human.

It’s been six months since the grueling start of the complex, international trade deal that had shaken C&R. It was a good connection; something that, in Jumin’s words, “would dramatically increase and aid in the development of C&R as a national and potentially international business success”. This is why Jumin had taken the entire dealership into his hands. Six months of traveling out of Korea to settle deals and other contracts with international partners and clients.

He’s only been home for a non-consecutive 2 weeks since the year started. The penthouse is empty with only you and Elizabeth the 3rd.

The first one you call is Seven. You’ve considered the other four members of the RFA as your best friends (you’re not as close to V, as much as you wished), but Seven has always been especially close to your heart. The two of you vibed really well, jamming together with your bad, nerdy jokes and hanging out a lot.

When your husband refuses to respond to your calls, you’re glad when Seven answers.

Jumin hasn’t put it into words, but you know he doesn’t like it when you hang out with the other RFA men on your own. So you invite Zen, too. That first dreadful week, it’s the three of you who end up in a dimly lit bar in one of the busiest streets downtown, sharing bottles of beer (and juice for Seven, because he “doesn’t drink”).

You try not to cry, but you’re already on the verge of tears. “I just, I don’t know what to think of it. I’d like to think he isn’t that careless to get caught!” You say, sarcasm dripping in your voice.

Zen has a hand on your back and a soothing, comforting voice. He mirrors your anger; comfort that you need. “That Jumin Han… thinking he can get away with this.” He rubs calming circles on your shaking back.

“I don’t even know who that is, but the tabloid blew it up so hard, and now everyone is talking about it,” you whimper. “I said I’d ignore it, but I see it everywhere. It’s like, ‘Hello, I’m his wife, I’m right here!’ I haven’t even talked about it with him, and yet the whole of Korea is already up in flames about it.”

Seven runs his thumb over the back of your hand. “It could have been nothing, yanno,” he reasons out. “A clingy, touchy colleague. You know those kinds.”

“He’s married,” you groan. “She’s holding the hand with our ring on it!” The tears are waterfalls now, and they drip on the shiny glass bar where you guys are seated. You wonder what you’d done to deserve this. “He’s not telling me anything. I haven’t talked to him in a week. I don’t know what’s happening. If I hadn’t seen that headline--those photos--I would have assumed him dead.”

“When does he come home?” Zen asks, taking a swig of his beer.

Seven does the math. “Three more weeks?”

You lean your head against Seven’s shoulder and sob. “Seven, Zen, have I not been a good enough wife? Have I not been enough for Jumin, after all this time?”

“Oh, babe,” Seven sighs, gently patting your head. “You’ve always been enough. Please don’t ever think that.”

But you do. You do it all the time.

It’s hard not to, honestly. You know Jumin does his best to make you feel loved and welcomed and part of his world, but you come from completely different social classes to begin with. You grew up and lived with different rules, different functions, different expectations. It’s not like you can go around ignoring what other people say about the two of you. You’ve heard it all: “lowlife”, “gold digger”, “user”, “manipulator”—you’ve gotten so used to it you barely flinch any more.

But they still sting.

You’ve watched enough dramas to know the type of girl that suits Jumin—maybe someone who is into business as well, someone who grew up affluent, who knows what to do with this much money and wealth, someone who doesn’t sit and keep the house. You know he needs someone who can keep up with him.

You want to be someone who can keep up with him. But no matter how hard you keep chase, it’s like you never really reach that “ideal girl for Jumin” in your head.

You know Jumin loves you. You like to think he does. Even when he’s busy. Especially when he’s busy. He said it himself—he’s not choosing to ignore you, it’s just that the things he has to do in order to make sure you’re happy, and everyone else around him is successful, sometimes he has to do while spending time away from you.

You try your best to be the ever-accepting, ever loving wife.

You try.

It’s the second, nearing third week since Jumin has last answered your messages. You’d invited everyone out. It’s a weekend. But Jaehee is busy, covering for Jumin for C&R, and the work never ends. It’s Yoosung’s first day at this animal volunteer center, and he can’t miss it. Zen has rehearsals, and being the lead man, he can’t easily skip out of it, much as he wanted to. It was only you and Seven. The two of you meet at an arcade, and decide to spend the afternoon trying to beat each other in all the different racing games. You won the last two rounds, but you know it’s because Seven went easy on you.

How you winded up in Seven’s apartment is lost to history. Somewhere between “I don’t want to go home in that empty penthouse yet” and “Maybe we should watch a movie? Something long that’ll keep you distracted?”, you ended up in the back of his red Ferrari going double the speed limit to his bunker on the outskirts of town.

Seven pulls out his sofa into a bed, and throws in two blankets and four pillows for good measure. He lends you a pair of pyjamas to change into—“that dress is pretty, but that’s not comfortable for a movie night that’s for sure!”—and as you get dressed, it takes him no more than 15 minutes to prepare a large monitor to watch Pacific Rim in.

You lay down huddled in blankets next to each other, Seven humming an excited tune as the movie begins. It’s one of his favorite movies, he says, makes him feel brave and strong. When the protagonists suffer the first blow, you instinctively reach out to hold Seven’s hand; he gently places his other hand on yours comfortingly. The little child hides behind a large rubbish bin, and you cling to Seven’s arm in near-tears. “Will she make it?” you ask yourself, will I make it? Will I make it? Will I make it?

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the warm touch of Seven’s lips against your forehead. And you don’t know what comes over you, but the instinct is loud, and simple, and sudden. With one fisted hand you pull Seven’s collar towards you and kiss him flat on the mouth; his lips part open in a gasp and you take it as an invitation; you slide your tongue into his mouth, hot and constricting. You swallow the moan that leaves his throat.

When the two of you part, he is panting and so are you. “Uhm—"

“Don’t ask,” you say, leaning your forehead against his, hot puffs of breath against his own shaking lips. “Just kiss me.”

He hesitates. Rightfully so. But it only takes a few heartbeats for him to change his mind, scooping you up into his arms, his hand against the back of your head as the two of you kiss.

You haven’t been kissed like this in months.

His mouth trails wet kisses down your jaw, down the side of your neck, and where his lips are it feels like burning. With Jumin, it’s always been warmth, and comfort, and belonging, but with Seven…with Seven something sears in your gut, like a wildfire. He pulls away from you just enough to tug you out of the shirt you are in, his shirt, his pair of pyjamas, his—and to lift your bra to cup your warm, soft breast against his hand.

Everywhere he touches he feels like he’s trespassed, but he’s waited so long and he can’t say no—

“Seven,” you croon out, as he kisses your bare shoulders, you know you shouldn’t, you know this isn’t what you came here for, all you wanted was a little—

He stops. “Saeyoung,” is what comes out of his mouth, and he whispers it against the skin of your neck. “My name is Saeyoung. Call me that.”

The taste of his secret is bitter on your lips, but sweet in your loneliness. “Saeyoung,” you breathe out, and he presses his fangs on your pulse. You don’t see him but you can feel his predatory gaze, his pupils blown wide. “No! Don’t bite.”

“I won’t,” he says, only grazes his sharp canines along your neck—just enough for you to feel it, to feel your pulse racing because you know this is not what you should be doing.

But you let him anyway, with every fiery touch you chase the cold of the loneliness away. Seven—Saeyoung presses light kisses along your neck, but you can feel their hunger, just barely holding back.

You don’t know when you start crying, but your cheeks are wet and your eyes sting. You chant his name—Saeyoung, Saeyoung, Saeyoung, your cries broken with tears and sobs as he makes his way down your body, his hands on your breasts, your ribs, the curve of your waist. He kisses right along the hem of the pajamas, asking permission, and you lift your hips just enough for him to pull everything down to your ankles. As he lifts himself up to pull off his own shirt, you kick off the rest of your clothes to the floor.

He presses his hands right above your knees and stops.

“Hey… are you… are you sure about this?”

You don’t have a drop of alcohol in you, but you’re drunk on his touch; every time his hands graze your skin you feel a little more intoxicated. You meet his eyes, molten gold with a heat that goes right through your skin, and nod.

“Please.”

You cry out when he finds his way to your thighs—his hands feel so different but they fill the empty gaping hole that Jumin left—and kisses the skin slowly, reverently, as if it was holy.

This is the first time Saeyoung has touched you like this, and he’s trembling a little but he doesn’t let that stop him. He doesn’t force you pliant against the sheets, doesn’t go and claim you as his own. No, this—this whole thing, this was for you, he was only the warm body closest, most eager, most available. He eats you out like a man starved; his nose pressed against your pubic bone as he teases every sensitive part of you. He proves to be a fast learner, figures out how you like your clit laved with his tongue, accentuated with shallow licks to the rest of your slit.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you groan out.

When he looks up at you, you look absolutely wrecked. Eyes at half mast, tear trails running down your cheeks, mouth open. You’re holding on to the sofa with a vicelike grip and cry out when he pumps his first finger into you, one knuckle, two, and you’re doing your best not to grind your hips against his face. He pulls his finger out and presses in two, gently prodding, and then you shriek as he touches something electric. He holds your thighs down with his other arm, keeping you in place as he works you through a rising orgasm—he whispers “come, come on,” with his tongue against your clit and come you do, crying out in halted, high-pitched whines as your muscles spasm and the feeling of release washes over you like a tide rolling in.

And so he lets go, watching as you relax back into the sofa, sniffling and sighing at the same time. You uncurl your fists from the mattress, brush your hair out of your face, and close your eyes.

“You okay?” he asks, hesitantly, not really knowing how to talk about this, but he can’t say the regret has settled in quite yet. Awkwardly, with his boner tenting his pants, he sits by your legs and waits for what’s to happen.

For what to do next.

You gingerly get up to a sitting position, your heart still loud like a drum against your chest. You look at Saeyoung carefully, his mussed hair, his obvious erection, the way his eyes look so dark but the most alluring shade of gold, framed by his red, red hair.

You crawl towards him, and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows.

You wonder what he’s thinking right now.

Saeyoung doesn’t flinch when you reach out, just watches as you put your arms around his neck, and press his lips against his. A soft kiss, almost shy, nearly chaste; but then you slip your tongue in his mouth and you swallow the moan that drawls out of his throat. His fingers weave into your hair, pulling gently, and you sigh into his kiss.

When you part just enough to take a breath, he looks into your eyes as if making sure. And you’re sure. In this moment, right now, this is all you’re sure of. Saeyoung is all you’re sure of.

So when he pulls you into another kiss, you don’t hesitate to drag your hands against the hardness of his cock, dragging the fabric of his pants against the sensitive spots. He nearly chokes in surprise at the action, but he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t falter. You pump him through his clothes until you’re sure he’s as hard as he can get. You push one palm flush against his chest, just enough to get his attention.

Your lips let out one word that makes him hot all over. “Off.”

Yes ma’am, you hear him whisper under his breath, as he stands up and fumbles with his belt and his zipper. The pants fall to the floor with a clink of his belt and the boxers soon follow. You only have a moment to admire his fully naked form, the first time you’ve ever seen him this bare, before he’s back on the sofa bed and he pulls you up against his lap.

The two of you sit there for a moment, just watching each other for any sign of breaking. Any moment now you feel like he’ll tell you to stop, tell you that this isn’t right, tell you that you should stop. This is a wind-up ticking time bomb and you’re waiting for everything to burst.

But then you feel his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him and you let go.

“Please,” you ask him, again, your lips kiss-swollen, your eyes still glassy with tears. “Have me.”

“I don’t—” he swallows, again—“I don’t have… condoms.”

You shake your head. “Neither do I. I don’t care. Please,” you say. “For me.”

And the thing is, he can’t say no when he’s loved you all this time—

His arms are broad in a way different to Jumin’s; you relish in the muscle hiding underneath the skin as you cling on to him. He fixes your positions on his lap as you align the head of his cock against your entrance, and slowly, slowly, almost agonizingly slow, you slide down against him. He doesn’t move—barely holding back a thrust, and you felt that—and so you go ahead at your own pace as you take him in inch by inch. You feel his grip tighten against your waist the deeper you go, and by the time he is fully sheathed in you all you can let out is a ragged breath.

He holds your thighs in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead, a gesture so gentle that it makes something in you break.

“Relax,” he says, his voice low. “I got you.”

He starts to thrust into you, a slow pace that makes you feel dizzy. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your face against the crook of his neck. Your hot breath fans against the skin over his pulse and he shudders at the contact, thrusting a little too hard that it makes you cry out. Sorry, he mumbles, before readjusting. Your nails leave crescent-shaped marks against your back as he fucks you.

Feeling his own orgasm coming, he pulls your leg higher around his torso and tilts; your back hits the bed as he continues to thrust, the sound of skin on skin sloppy and loud. You let out a stilted “Ah, ah, ah, ah” as he pushes against you deeper, just enough for him to brush there. He hits a spot that makes you see stars, over, and over, and over again, your body electric, every single thrust is charged, and it makes you cry out—“Jumin!”—

And he doesn’t mind.

That’s the thing, he doesn’t mind, because he’s knowing he’s claiming things that aren’t his to begin with, so he just keeps going, going and going until your vision goes white, and everything collapses into a wave of an orgasm that leaves you boneless. “Inside me,” you gasp out just in time, as he follows soon after, his movements erratic and nearly primal. He bites his lower lip hard as he can when he does, doing his best to follow your request to not leave marks.

When he pulls out of you a different kind of emptiness floods you, and you lay there feeling like someone that could have been. Saeyoung is thorough as he cleans you up, and doesn’t ask any questions when after it all you only roll to one side of the bed, wordlessly pulling the blanket up your chin. He turns off the movie, turns off the lights, turns off his emotions, sets aside what has to be set aside; deals with the aftermath on his own, as you, exhausted, fall into a fitful sleep.

When morning dawns in the bunker, sunlight does not stream in the window warmly. There’s only cold walls, and Saeyoung’s glow-in-the-dark stars from the ceiling. You see Saeyoung’s jacket draped over your blanket. You hold this against your bare chest, think of Jumin, and cry.

#mystic messenger #mysme #707 #saeyoung choi #jumin han #mystic messenger fanfiction #rating:E #tw: cheating #lmao this fic was a wild one to write #fic

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breathe-in-spiration · 7 years ago

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Saizo reminding me that he and the MC are husband and wife are making me feel some type of way (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) Idk why.. just seeing him actually saying it just makes it feel so real? The fact that their wedding really happened, even if the wedding was "make-believe" That despite their wedding not being a real one, he still considers himself married to the MC and.. that's all I really wanted to hear him say.. 😭 Saizo barely says what he's thinking and feeling, but once I read any of his POV stories, I just feel my heart being pulled out of me because he has so much going on.. Now if only he could voice some of that.. Yanno.. Just a little bit..

#saizo kirigakure #SLBP #samurai love ballad party #voltage inc #otome

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mystic-messenger-writing · 7 years ago

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Hi! Can i just start off and say i absolutely adore you?? You're just so kind and sweet to everyone, you just give out such nice vibes, yanno? I hope I'm not creeping you out or anything lol. Idk if you've done this, but could you maybe do RFA+Saeran with an MC who's pretty sassy and stubborn? I love your writing!

I’m so awful for taking so long to write up this request, especially after you said way too many kind things about me! I sincerely apologize for taking so long to write this but please know that I truly appreciate your incredibly nice words! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy! ^^

Yoosung

Having never had a girlfriend before, Yoosung had no idea that girls could be so stubborn

It all started when Yoosung wanted to have a nice, sit-down dinner with you with his delicious cooking

Except you shooed him away, saying that you had an upcoming exam that you needed to study for

But Yoosung knew that you had been preparing for hours and needed a rest, but you wouldn’t budge

He tried bribing you with a spoonful of dinner, kisses on your cheeks, and even becoming dramatic and stating how hard he worked on making dinner

You grumbled but after a half and hour, gave in and sat at the table

Yoosung giggled and placed even more kisses on your cheeks, telling you how cute you were even if you were ridiculously stubborn

Zen

While there were plenty of reasons why Zen loved you, your sassiness was high on that list

After any of his performances, you would go on social media to see what his fans thought about his acting

Most of the time they were kind and encouraging comments, but other times they weren’t

With your cheeks puffed out in anger, you would the leave a snarky and sassy reply back to them, you would never hear a peep from th again

Your sassy replies always made Zen burst out laughing, your replies back to rude comments never failed to make him smile

He tried to never take any hate comments to heart

But knowing that you had his back and would drive the haters away made Zen the happiest man in the world

Jaehee

Jaehee always thought of you as a sweet and kind person, not the sassy and stubborn person that you actually were

When the two of you finally opened up a cafe together, she had no idea that you would be so stubborn and sassy about things

Although your stubbornness could irritate Jaehee at times, your sassiness always made her laugh

When customers were rude or impolite to you, you would wear a fake smile and give them the most snarkiest remark in the kindest voice

The customers were usually oblivious but Jaehee knew you better and would typically have to step in before you told the customers off

But Jaehee truly admired your stubbornness, she wanted to be able to stick up for herself like you do got yourself, making you her new role model

Jumin

While Jumin learned to express many new emotions thanks to you, his favorite by far was being sassy

Ever since he started to observe your general sass, Jumin has tried to incorporate sass anytime that he can

If you give someone a sassy remark, Jumin will usually follow up with one himself

You almost shed tears from laughing so hard when he asked you to teach him the art of sass but of course you obliged

Something about Jumin sitting at the kitchen table with glasses on while concentrating and writing down notes about how to be sassy would forever be funny to you

Basically you’re the queen of sass and Jumin’s the king and you wouldn’t want it any other way

Seven

Seven never knew that someone could be more stubborn than him until he met you

He would always be completely focused on work and would usually work until he couldn’t feel his fingers

That it until you came into his life and insisted he’d take more breaks

When Seven refused, you huffed and sat right next to him and told him that if he wouldn’t leave his computer than nether would you

To save your sanity, and eye sight, Seven finally relented and raised his hands in defeat

Your stubbornness has helped this boy take many much needed and deserved breaks, something that he’s thankful for

Seven would end up working himself to death if it wasn’t for your stubbornness, plus his own stubbornness for you made sure that you got plenty of rest yourself so it was a win for both of you

Unknown

Ever since the two of you started dating, you became Saeran’s light and healer because of your stubbornness

When he was having a bad day, Saeran would completely shut everyone out and lash out that he didn’t need anyone

But deep down, he yearned for someone to be with him, to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay

When Saeran would yell cruel words to you, your stubbornness took over and you stayed by his side

No matter what words he spat at you and no matter how much he pushed you away, you would hold Saeran close to you and stubbornly not let go

Thanks to that stubbornness, Saeran would finally relent and let you help heal him

Saeran never would have thought that your stubbornness would end up saving his life but it did and for that, he would be forever grateful

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic messenger Zen #mystic messenger Jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Seven #mystic messenger Unknown

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years ago

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Let That Ship Sale

Lmao once again can’t title but I’m back, and the request was for an award show or something but the isac’s where the other day and wanna one has never gone and I like to dream okay so I hope this is okay, i could do another at an actual show w another member if you’d like idk. Also props to whoever can tell whoever the idols faces at the isac’s I edited out of the pictures (That I don’t own btw credit to owners) for the header board thingy belong to hehe.

Summary: All your fans are shipping you with Daniel and you can’t say you disagree.

• The ISAC’s were always something you had mixed emotions about, • Your group was pretty popular and didn’t exactly need the promotion, but your company was small so it was a good idea to go anyway, even if it was just to have a bit of fun, • You enjoyed spending time with friends from other groups and sending your fans things you’d made, but you could be working on new songs and just the fact the day was so long, • But at least you got to wear a tracksuit like damn, • You were a self producing group who tried out most genres, generally more hiphop and R&B so you’d had many different clothing styles, but nothing beat the black tracksuit the event organizer handed you and the four others in your group, • But at way too early o'clock (honestly any time before 11 am) you pulled yourself out of the car with your group and made your way to the stadium, you all had unique styles; braided hair or sunglasses, • Wow y'all so beautiful and powerful looking I’m quaking, • Y'all known for singing about important matters and independence and basically being badass and are actually rlly respected for it and popular, • Don’t take no shit from no one, you’re out to win today, • And to compliment your friends about all their comebacks and catch up of course, • And then there’s the small matter of Mr Kang Daniel, • One of the boys of the Monster Rookie™ group Wanna One that had taken the nation’s hearts pretty much overnight, • The fans of your group and his had, continuously since their debut, been shipping you nonstop, • And yeah, you thought he was cute and funny but you’d never even met; the most you’ve done was nod to each other or complimented his group on passing after a performance, • And you’re slightly afraid that the shipping would now make it awkward for the two of you to meet and interact; afraid your Stan’s would take it way too far, • You just hope you can get a ‘hi’ or a quick conversation in today with him, although you know it may be difficult, • But your whole group is about not really caring about others’ standards, so you’re going have to remember that, • The opening runs smoothly, and you manage to sneak up to where the fans are and hand out your lunch boxes yourself, although the rules say you really shouldn’t go to the fans area, • (VIXX what trolls this year tho I love them) • You’re sat with Irene and Yeri, Seulgi quite literally asleep on your lap and your members teasing your fans not 10 feet away and honestly wow, • But then the archery gets called up and you have to slide yourself away, • Which breaks your heart because yanno when a puppy is asleep on you so you can’t move? • Like that, • But you grab Tae, the member you’re going to do archery with, and wander off, • You go second, so while you’re waiting you slip some black face paint out of your pocket, before painting some black streaks across Tae’s cheeks as she paints 3 down your face, • Because how else you gunna show you’re ready for war????? • As soon as your competitors look over to you they burst out laughing at the funny faces you pull, one of those competitors in waiting including Kang Daniel himself,

• You make sure to send him a goofy fake scowl, challenging him, to which he cracks up,

• Omg a beautiful sight, Daniel smiling? Those cresent eyes? Soft cheeks? WoW, • In essence - face paint is a very effective way to distract your competitors as well as amusing your fans, • And you totally ace the archery, • You walk away with a Silver medal and that’s totally good enough for you, • But then an interview reporter grabs you and you’re whisked away, • At this point you’re used to it, them Interviewers - they’re everywhere, • “Y/N congratulations on the silver medal! It must have something to do with the face paint?” • The lady smiles brightly and you laugh a little, • “It must be, it was Tae’s idea to show we meant business,” • The lady laughs at this, and starts to ask questions about your latest comeback and the paint, noting how you may have started a new fashion trend, the concept of your new song and making you rap a little bit of your verse, to which your fans scream, • Wow we love a supportive family, • They make your heart race as always as you wave to them, • “One quick thing before you go, Y/N, I don’t suppose you’ve heard your fans talk about you and wanna ones Kang Daniel?” • You’re heart drops at that and you blush, laughing nervously, • “I’ve seen a few things, but don’t know a lot about it,” • You’re such a great liar damn no one suspects a thing, • “Ah, quite a lot of fans are shipping you; saying you’d make a very cute couple,” • You know this is very much a breach of privacy and kinda rude, but you’re known for being quite laid back in your group, so you’re not thrown, although maybe a little lost for words,

• And answers, • And anything that won’t give away your small crush on the member of wanna one, • “ Ah, I think our fans are right, Daniel is very cute and charming, although I’ve not really got the opportunity to get to know him yet,” • Lmao smooth, • Yeah right, you’re pretty obvious, • Although you’re sort of mortified by the fact you’ve inadvertently just said 1) Daniel is very cute to thousands of people and 2) you basically ship the two of you, • You do your natural thing and play it off as if you just told them your first name, • You hear some laughing nearby and quickly glance to spot where you recognise Ong Seongwoo and Kim Jaehwan slapping Daniel himself on the back, way too close, his cheeks bright red and a soft smile on his face as the cameras, no doubt, zoom in on him, • He waves a little when he sees you looking, • Wow what is a normal heart rate,

• You laugh, • At least you’re not the only one to get a taste of this embarrassment, • You’re not alone in your suffering, • And you nearly run away to hide when the interviewer motions Daniel to come closer and he actually complies, • What a snake, • He greets the interviewer and the two of you bow to each other all flushed, not knowing how to stand next to each other, • It’s all very awkward wow, • You know you’ve all been in the situation where you’re with that family member and they’ve already asked about school/work and now have nothing to say, • yeah idk if that’s too specific, • “Daniel, I don’t suppose you’ve heard about the fans shipping either? How do you feel about it?” • You want to melt as Daniels eyes meet yours and a smile stretches across his face, • “I think y/n’s music is incredible and she’s very cute and I’d like to get to know her more,” • You’re dead, • Daniels whole face is red as his eyes skim everywhere and he laughs a little, • This is so weird and unheard of, don’t fans usually not want their idols to date? Aren’t there many things and rules about this? • (y'all it’s stupid it’s their own life let idols date if they want) • But here you are, stood next to your crush, both of you blushing messes, getting set up by your own fans, • “Well that’s very interesting, make sure to get to know each other later,”

• The MC/interviewer chirps and you laugh and stay cool as always, proud you haven’t let anything show except for maybe a slight blush, • Daniel goes to leave but quickly throws his arms around you, giving you a hug at the speed of light before flying away,

• You can hear the fans in the stadium squeal jeez, • Wow, what just happened??? • You quickly jog back to your group who’s hanging out with GFriend and Seventeen after having to send some aegyo to the crowd, • You nearly died of the embarrassment and cringe, but soldiered through, • Let’s just say you get roasted, • Apparently everyone in your group is a savage???? Do they hate you???? Wish for your torment????? • Nah they’re just your best friends, • And just when you’re forgetting about your interview ordeal, your group gets called for the relay race you’re all determined to conquer, having perfect harmony for the change over, • While you may not be the tallest, you’re all fast as hell, having run away from your manager a couple of times, • Lmao you just wanted boba tea, • But you draw more paint, all slightly different, onto the others’ faces before heading over to the track to show everyone what running actually is, • You run last, which is a lot of pressure wow, • And your member is running towards you and they’re neck and neck with a member of twice like damn, • But you take the baton smooth as hell and your legs move quicker than you can compute, almost leaving your torso behind as you focus your whole mind on faster, smoother, faster, • As you’re speeding past you spot Daniel out of the corner of your eye yelling and you can hear your name and wow, • Your heart starts hammering even harder and your head goes a little dizzy, your legs stumbling a little, • But nah you don’t let no boy get in the way of your gold medal as you steam ahead and wow, • 1st place what a gem, • I mean it’s your 3rd gold medal in relay, you guys holding the title, just champs I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ • When sport 💪💪 is life ✌✌✌ can’t let anyone 👨👩 beat you 💃💃 • I hate myself, • But then Daniel’s doing relay as well so you make sure to cheer equally as loud, • Which is hard when you’re still catching your breath, • Who needs Oxygen anyway??? • And the little shit has the audacity to, very obviously, send you a wink, • An unmistakable wink, • What sort of out of the world confidence does he have, he was in 2nd place as well, • As much as you’re shook, it makes you a little soft, but no one will leT yOu lIVE, • All slapping your back or ruffling your hair, • The DeFianCe??? • But you go to get a water bottle and who do you run into? • Yeah, Daniel, • “Congrats on gold~” • His soft tone, • wow, • His soft smile, • Wow, • The two if you actually talking? • W o w, • “Hey I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to put you in the spot and-” • Lmao yeah, maybe you feel bad a lil for dragging him into what may be a nightmare of always being asked about each other, • “No it’s okay, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time, I meant it when I said you where cute,” • Wow you’re a goner for this rookie, • “So did I,” • Wow smooth, not awkward at all,

• “I like the paint by the way, but it makes you a little scary when you’re not smiling,” • Lmao the idea was for you and the squad to look scary and badass especially for the broadcast, • Little do the fans know the next Comeback has a fierce concept, • Lmao playing with fans wow that’s always fun 🙃🙃🙃 • “Here,” • You bring your face paint tub out and hold it up for him, raising an eye brow in question, • He laughs and nods goofily, to which you crack the paint out,

• You run a finger from his forehead down to his jawline in neat straight lines doing down, his skin soft and warm, the look when he closes his eyes so innocent and pure, • Get you a soft man,

• It makes your hand tingle and you’re heart race at the close proximity, standing on your tiptoes and resting a hand on his shoulder for support, • It’s only when you’ve finished do you realise his is now pretty much identical to yours, • WhoOps ACcIDenTS HaPPEn, • But he still looks damn cute, • And you know a fancam of this will be all over the internet later, • Hey; you may even share it on a private account who can say????? • And wow if you don’t continue to spend the rest of the ISAC’s together, taking stupid pictures with people and giving the internet a heart attack, • By the end of the day it seems almost all idols have some sort of facepaint? • A star or a couple of lines of just a smudge done by a member of their group, • A trend starter? • But you’re all leaving the arena with the SqUAD, • But then a hand gently takes your wrist and Daniel leads you to the side of the corridor with your group mates sending teasing smirks over the shoulder to you, • With a shy smile he holds out a piece of paper folded neatly and you can see the outline of numbers written on it, • You laugh lightly, taking the paper and carefully tucking it into your pocket, • “Text me when you get home?” • You nod, knowing you’ll spend too long deciding whether to say 'heya’ or 'hi’ and then make a split second decision and put something else entirely, • And Daniel is just way too cute for you to take, • He makes a move to leave, eyes hovering over you, before slowly leaning over and gently placing his lips on your forehead, ever so sweet, before nodding, smiling quickly and sliding away

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20 Questions (NSFW)

The Freshman: 20 Questions (2-4d) (NSFW)

***This is an original fic that fits in between Book 2/Chapter 4 (split in half) - labeled as 2-4c in my masterlist***

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman and The Sophomore stories. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed for my adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices The Freshman… But I wanted more. Basically, I’ve included certain things that aren’t really full fic size, adding more substance to the story. I ALSO have quite a few full size fic moments. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their freshman year… with more angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail.

NSFW moments in THIS chapter - Mature Readers Only Please

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

~MC~

MC yawns and stretches, throwing her arms out to each side. She jerks her arms back to her chest when they strike firm, warm flesh.

“Ow, what the…” Chris shifts next to her, his eyes barely open as he rubs his chest where she basically punched him.

“Oh crap! Chris!” She recoils, covering her face except for her eyes which grow huge with embarrassment. “I forgot you were there!”

He scoffs humorously. “Well, good morning to you too beautiful.” He rolls onto his back and continues to rub the red spot peeking out of his shirt by his collarbone.

MC flips onto her side and reaches out to pull his t-shirt collar down to see the damage. He glances over at her with a small frown when she gently moves his hand. “I’m sorry… I was still kinda asleep, I guess.”

His frown turns into a small smile. “I’ll be fine. Just a shocking way to wake up, yanno? Getting ninja punched in the collarbone…” He laughs through his thick sleepy voice.

She rolls over and looks at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s 6:38 a.m., why didn’t the alarm go–” Right then the small offensive box starts screaming. She quickly smashes it with her hand. “That’s it. I’m going to start using my phone… useless junk.” She grumbles.

When she flips back over she finds Chris smirking with his eyes closes as he lazily plays with his hair with his far hand while the one closest to her lays across his stomach. She lays there, propped on her elbow as she watches him slowly wake up.

He eventually senses her eyes on him though, cracking one of his open to look back at her. “What? You’re being creepy MC.”

“Just wondering why some homeless guy is in my bed.” She tries not to smile.

“Homeless?” He scratches his head then his jawline stubble with exuberance, laughing when she makes a disgusted face. “Because you let me?”

She grumbles and falls onto her pillow. “I don’t remember that.”

“Ayuh… that’s ‘cause someone was asleep when we got back.” He tsks at her. “You get heavy when you pass out MC…” He laughs and preemptively flinches, knowing what’s coming.

She narrows her eyes and quickly reaches out to pinch him on the side, making him grunt from the combined pain and ticklish feeling. “Aaah!”

“Shouldn’t your homeless ass be at the gym?” She rolls over to her other side, turning her back to him.

He rolls onto his side and slides over to spoon her, grabbing her wrist with his hand as he lowers his arm around her. “Yes, that’s exactly where I should be. Wanna go with?”

MC can hear the hopeful tone to his question but she remains silent for a moment, her mind slipping back to the quiet morning together just a day ago.

When she doesn’t respond he sighs but she can tell he’s trying to remain upbeat. “Hey… what are you thinking about, beautiful?”

She shrugs and remains quiet, unsure if she should respond honestly. Chris blows out a long breath of air and lowers his head against her back, whispering into her shoulder blades. “That... going with Hannah was a huge mistake.” He sighs.

“That’s not who I am…” His volume falls lower and lower, ending at an almost inaudible hushed level.

She hears the misery in his voice and wraps her hands around his before she brings it up to her lips. “I know Chris. I understand… I trust you. It just... makes me nervous, I guess.” She feels his hot breath through her shirt as he breathes into her back silently. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”

“Each time you’ve gone quiet since that morning… that’s where you go.” He says quietly.

She frowns, not realizing that she was so obvious. She needs to relax. This is Chris, she knows who he really is. He’s proven he’s not that kind of guy. “Hey… let’s go to the gym. You’re already super late.”

Chris hesitates for a moment before sitting up to look at her over her shoulder. “Yeah?” He gives her a small smile.

She flashes a smirk back. “Yeah Rogers, lets go.”

His eyes narrow and she attempts to slide out of bed quickly but never makes it as his arms wrap around her, pulling her back as he hovers over her and mercilessly tickles the hell out of her. “Rogers?! You sure about that name MC? Huh?”

She squeals and kicks, almost kneeing him in the groin, making them both freeze at the close call. “See?! It’s dangerous to tickle me.” She uses his shock to slide out of bed and start looking around for a clean set of gym clothes.

He easily recovers and climbs out of bed, slowly heading for the door, yawning and stretching as he grabs random pieces of discarded clothing along the way. MC watches as his shirt rises, exposing his muscular midsection. His boxer briefs have fallen slightly on one hip, making his Adonis belt line stand out. She then notices that his underwear is a little tighter than it should be, making her smirk when he looks at her, his hand on the door.

“What?” He arches an eyebrow and runs his free hand through his hair.

“Oh nothing. Just looks like all systems are a go this morning.” She quietly snickers.

He frowns and looks down, instantly realizing what she was referring to, making him smirk as he adjusts himself. “Ah well, that’s what happens when you initiate the launch sequence, MC.”

Her face deadpans and he laughs hard. “Yep, I can totally blame you for this now.” He winks and is out the door before she can retort.

She scoffs at her empty room and continues to get dressed. It doesn’t take long for them to be out the door and on their way to the Student Rec Center. They jog most of the way there as a warm-up, though Chris’s plan today is to work with free weights. MC hasn’t decided yet if she’s going to join or focus on cardio yet. Either way, the Strength and Conditioning Room is the place to be.

When they arrive they find a few other students already there. Logan and Darren are among the numbers, the pair immediately seeing the tall freshman quarterback first as they enter the building. The guys had started meeting there a few mornings during the week at Chris’s request so MC could join them. Being on the football team has its perks, such as special weight rooms, more food credits and other facilities just for their benefit, but the downside is MC can’t join them, so Chris has tried to include her in his routine as he can. She smiles at the thought.

She waves Chris away, telling him to join his workout partners while she heads to the ellipticals nearby. She waves at the guys as she walks down the main aisle, occasionally glancing in their direction as she chooses the machine with the best view. Once she climbs on, she sets her earbuds and music and begins moving at a smooth pace. She usually zones out on music or watches the TVs around her, but today her eyes are glued the trio less than 20 feet away. They are taking turns on the bench press, slowly adding weight with each round.

MC can’t tear her eyes away as Chris spots Darren, his cut off shirt exposing his large muscular arms as they curl under the bar while he spots his older friend. MC bites her lip as she watches the tight muscles flex and his veins grow as they match each lift from Darren.

The bar clinks in place as Darren lifts it for the last time, but MC doesn’t notice. She slowly looks up from the bar to Chris’s arms, then to his chest, watching as the flat mounds of flesh shift under the cotton fabric. When her eyes move higher she sees his eyes locked on hers, one eyebrow cocked a little higher than the other. She tries to nonchalantly look away, pretending like she didn’t just get caught ogling him in their Student Rec Center.

MC speeds up on the elliptical, her stride long as if she’s running fee form around the quad. She fights the urge to look over, but loses when she notices it’s Chris’s turn on the bench. Her head fully turns to give her a better view as he sits down and lays back on the bench. His muscular legs are on display as he shifts to place himself under the bar just right. She sees the muscles in his calves and his thighs flex as he tests the bar weight briefly.

Her eyes slide up his body, noticing as the hem of his cut off shirt rises, exposing his tight ab muscles. Next she watches as the fibers in his arms and neck flex with the first lift of the bar. The muscles in his arms bulge as he lowers the bar to his chest, then stretch as he pushes it back up. Each time his chest rises and pushes harder, and each time there is more of a grunt with his expulsion of air. MC feels her body tingle as she watches his entire body move to pump the weights above his head. The sounds he emits doesn’t help.

Chris lifts the bar a final time with Logan hooking his hands under to guide it safely back to the rack. She watches as his chest rises with deep breaths a few more times before he scoots down and sits back up. His face is flushed and he’s still breathing a little heavily as he looks over and locks eyes with her once more. She swallows hard and focuses on breathing, not realizing that she had begun to move quicker than ever before on the elliptical.

~Chris~

As soon as he sits up, Chris closes his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. The second he opens them he finds a pair of heated hazel eyes locked on his. His jaw clenches, fighting a smirk as he stands and stretches his arms out then up and behind him. He adjusts his gym shorts around his waist and winks at her, relishing in his power as she blushes. He had no idea she was watching until that moment, but now that he knows, he’s enjoying it. He’s not only glad to have her attention, but knowing that it means she’s doing okay with their talk the day before, that she believes him. That makes him feel relieved; he sighs.

Chris spins around and continues to workout with the guys, each taking their turn as they joke and talk about different things while adding weights and counting reps. He keeps an eye on MC the entire time tho, watching as she leaves the elliptical and heads over to one of the nearby workout balls. His friends finish their last reps and tell him they have to get going, as they started on time while he was late. They each give him a curious smirk, implying why he was late, making him shake his head and tell them to get lost.

He watches as they pass MC and wave. She smiles and waves back in return as she sits on the ball and rolls back to work through some ab crunches. He grabs a large dumbbell and sits down on the end of the bench. He keeps his eyes focused on MC as he holds the dumbbell in his left hand while pacing the back of his upper left arm on the inside of his left thigh. He runs his right hand out to hold his right knee for stability as he begins to curl the weight slowly, methodically.

He continues to do this, rotating between both sides as he watches her finish her ab workout and start some push-ups. Chris’s eyes narrow as he studies her movements. She doesn’t seem to notice as she lays on the ball with her chest, placing her hands in front of her as she walks forward until her knees are resting on top of the ball. He smirks to himself as he sees her flex her core and maintain a straight line before she starts her push-ups. He stands to get a heavier dumbbell for a few more reps, sitting back down and returning his eyes to her.

She slides forward until the ball is under her shins and the tops of her feet. He arches an eyebrow as she stretches long and lean in front of him, but he continues to curl the dumbbell, which is suddenly becoming harder to concentrate on. Once again he sees her flex her core, making him bite his tongue. His lower body heats up as he continues to watch while she flexes her abs to slowly pull her knees towards her chest. As she pulls her knees under her hips he lets out breath of air, enjoying the display of her flexibility.

Chris is glad he decided to do concentration curls instead of standing, letting him hide his physical reaction to her movements a little better. Luckily there aren’t many in the gym at this hour either, but he knows the crowd will be picking up soon. He looks away for a few minutes, trying to will his body to calm down as he counts out his remaining reps. When he looks up again he finds that MC is no longer working out, or even in the immediate area. He stands and puts the dumbbell back before beginning his search.

He turns down one of the side halls and finds her drinking some water from the fountain. He immediately notices the sheen of sweat over her exposed skin, making a part of him want to run his finger across it, to clean her off in some way. She stands back straight when she hears someone approach, spinning to see who is coming up behind her. When she sees him she smiles and moves aside against the wall, to give him access to the water.

Chris is thirsty, but he doesn’t want water. He steps towards her, making her backup flat onto the wall as he places one hand against it near her head, leaning in close as he looks into her eyes. He hears her breath catch and he freezes, searching her face. She licks her lips quickly, making his eyes flick down to watch the action before slowly crawling back up to her eyes. He starts to move forward a little, to close the gap between them, but he stops. Neither move for moment as they continue to stare.

~MC~

Suddenly Chris spins and starts to walk away. He turns his head slightly and smirks over his shoulder. “Ready to go? We don’t want to be late for class.”

MC stands there as her heart hammers in her chest. Her expression showing her pure confusion. “What the hell was that…” She mumbles to herself quietly.

They run back to the dorm, getting in a few more minutes of cardio before they get ready for class. When they get into the suite they find it empty, everyone else already gone to morning classes or some other event according to the dry erase board near the kitchen. They both walk towards their rooms without a word, but MC stops and places both hands on her hips.

Chris glances at her then stops when he sees her position. “MC?”

“What the hell was that back there?” She asks him with an arched eyebrow.

His brow furrows. “What the hell was what…” He begins to ask her with confusion.

She steps closer until she’s directly in front of him, pointing her finger into his chest, feeling him flex in response. “At the gym… you had me against the wall.” She searches his eyes as they bore into hers. “I thought… I thought you were going to–”

“To what?” He interrupts her, his jaw clenching shut.

She swallows hard, suddenly feeling less sure about herself. “To uh… to kiss me.”

His face stays neutral as he looks down at her lips. “Is that what you wanted MC?” He says in a low husky voice, his eyes still locked on her lips.

She sucks in a quick breath and licks her lips again. “…yes.”

He instantly reaches up, running one hand behind her head through her hair and the other around her waist, pulling her close as he crushes his lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly as she gasps in surprise and he immediately takes advantage of it. His tongue seeks hers and she enjoys the flavor as he swirls it around her own.

When he pulls back she immediately moves forward, covering his lips with hers this time. She instantly tastes the sweat on his upper lip, making her lean into him with a groan, thinking about the last time he tasted salty when she kissed him on the neck just two days before. She pulls back again, but this time he doesn’t follow. Instead when she opens her eyes she finds his almost closed, the deep blue color peering at her through narrow slit as he breathes raggedly through parted lips.

She take a deep breath. “Did you want to do that at the gym?”

He nods slowly without speaking a word, his eyes unchanging as they remain locked onto hers.

“Why didn’t you…” She whispers as she reaches up to cup his cheek and run her thumb across his rough jawline.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I never want to assume anything, especially with you MC.” His eyes open slowly, refocusing on hers. “You haven’t been…” He swallows. “You’ve been a little distant since…” He clears his throat and looks down.

She runs her hand under his chin and tilts it back up until he looks at her again. “Take a shower with me?”

He leans back slightly, his eyes growing wide before he glances around the suite as if it was suddenly full of people.

She smiles and pulls his chin down slightly so he’s looking at her again. “It’s just a shower. And no one’s here.”

She spins in his grasp and grabs his hand, tugging him towards the bathroom. Once inside she drops his hand and steps towards the shower to start the warm water. When she turns around she finds him looking at the door, his hand slowly locking it before he turns to meet her eyes in the mirror, then fully turning to face her. MC smiles at him and reaches for his sleeveless shirt, pulling it up and over his head while he raises his arms towards her.

He does the same to her shirt, gently pulling it over her head. She shivers when he runs his fingers tips down her arm, then her side before landing on the band of her short running shorts. She bites her bottom lip as she reaches to tug his baggy workout shorts down, leaving him only in a pair of snug performance boxer briefs. She spins and takes a few steps back to check the water temp before adjusting it.

Before she can face Chris again she feels his large hands on either side of her waist, slowly sliding down to slip her shorts from her hips. She doesn’t move as he repeats the action with her panties, even slower this time. Once they join her shorts he places his hands back on her hips and she slowly spins to face him. She does the same to his, keeping her eyes on him while she pushes them past the thickest part of his thighs so they too fall to the ground.

He reaches up and runs his fingers under the lip of her sports bra. She raises her arms as he gently lifts it up and over her head. After he sets it down on the counter he runs his hands down her arms and gives both wrists a gentle squeeze, his eyes never leaving hers. She spins and steps into the shower, moving close under the water so there is enough space for him as well.

~Chris~

Chris steps in behind MC, fumbling to slide the door close as he keeps his eyes focused on her. He watches as the water runs down her hair, slowly soaking it and making it cling to her skin. His eyes shift lower as the water runs down her back and over the curves of her lower body. Before he can think about anything else she turns to face him, pulling him into the water with her. She makes him face away from her, his neck and back relaxing under the warm pulsing stream.

He feels her shift behind him but doesn’t move as one of her hands quickly returns to his back, halting his curiosity. Within seconds it is joined by the other, now pressing something fluffy and cold to his skin. Then it hits him, the smell of her body wash. He smiles and closes his eyes as she begins to gently wash his back, his neck, his arms and everything else on his backside. Chris relaxes as he melts under her touch, her hands gently and somehow forcefully washing his body in a very intimate way.

Her hand wraps around his bicep and spins him to face her. He keeps his eyes closed as he turns and she continues to wash him. He lets out a long breath of air as she runs the teal blue fluffy loofah he’s always assumed was hers, over his skin. Her hands slide lower and lower, down his chest, across his abdomen and Adonis belt.

His eyes crack open before she shifts and runs down his legs as she squats in front of him to fully wash his legs. Chris watches as she stands backup and glances at him briefly, trying to hide her blush as she reaches down again to gently wash around his groin.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should continue so he grasps her hand and gently takes the loofah from her. He leans forward and runs one hand behind her head again, pulling her toward him as he tilts to join their foreheads.

“You don’t have to do that.” He whispers across her lips.

She smiles against his lips and takes the loofah back. “It was my idea remember?”

He gives her a small relaxed smile and nods before he closes his eyes and she continues to wash his body. He can’t help but react to her touch, each point of contact feeling like electrical energy shooting into his cells from his most sensitive areas. When he feels her hands switch more from washing to caressing, he reaches down and stops her. She looks up at him with confusion and he leans in to gently kiss her. Her tense body relaxes as his lips cover hers.

“It’s my turn, baby.” He whispers against her lips and takes the loofah, quickly rinsing it out and adding new body wash to it.

He spins her so she’s facing the wall under the shower head. He adjusts the water spray so it runs down her back more, keeping her warm while he lifts both of her arms and places her hands against the tile, almost as if she’s pushing away from the wall. He begins to slowly, carefully wash every inch of her body starting with her neck. He leans sideways to watch as her eyes slide shut and her mouth parts open as she enjoys his adoration of her body.

His actions mimic hers, washing down her back, her arms and legs before spinning her to do the same down the front of her body. He lightly slides the loofah over her chest, eagerly watching as it rises and lowers at a quicker pace with her increased breathing. He runs the sudsy loofah down her stomach, tracing his finger around her belly button briefly. Continuing on, he runs the body wash across her hips before crouching in front of her and washing both legs. He glances up to see her looking at him through relaxed eyes, the end of her lips curve slightly as he slowly runs his hands back up her legs while he stands.

Their eyes stay locked as he collects a handful of suds and runs the back of his hand down her stomach, pausing between her legs. Chris watches as her eyes slide shut and her lips part once again as his fingers slide between her legs, making sure to wash every inch he can reach. She lightly moans once before he pulls his hand away, almost with regret before he shakes his head and smiles.

He pulls her close for another gentle kiss before he speaks against her lips and cheek, kissing his way towards her ear. “I would love to continue, but I don’t want you to be late for class.”

She playfully pouts as he leans away to grab her shampoo, collecting an appropriate amount before he reaches up and begins to wash her hair. He grins when her face twists into pure pleasure as he scrubs her hair, her mouth falling open more than when he washed her body.

“Enjoying that huh?” He chuckles lightly.

MC only nods and bites her lip. He quickly notices it and leans down to kiss her and free it, his hands unable to assist being covered in suds.

He finishes washing and rinses her hair out, repeating the action with her conditioner. While it sits in her hair she grabs his shampoo and makes him step closer under the water so she can do the same for him. As her nimble fingers make their way across his scalp he groans.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll never make fun of you for liking that again.” He cracks one eye open to peek at her, finding her almost laughing through a smile.

Once they both finish rinsing off, they turn off the water and briefly open the door to grab their towels. Each suck in a quick breath of air as the cooler air hits them momentarily. The pair dry off and step out before Chris opens the door and looks around before he turns back to MC, wrapping his long arms around her and pulling her close for one last kiss.

“We should do that every time.” He grins into her lips and she laughs.

They separate to get ready for their day, only entering the kitchen once both are fully dressed and ready to go. Chris offers her an apple as he bites into his and they grab their bags and slip out the door, not having time to do much else. They finish their apples about halfway there, freeing their hands once more. Chris smiles as he feels her hand reach for his, both opening their fingers to thread each together.

He walks her to both classes, they eat a quick lunch and head to the theater just like they did two days prior. Practice goes off without a hitch, for the most part. This time only Logan missed a line, clearly distracted when a particular beautiful blonde maid crosses the stage during a specific scene. James thanks everyone again for their hard work, letting them know he can see the effort they have been putting into their lines.

As everyone begins to stand and leave, Chris reaches to MC and asks her to hold on for a moment while he talks to James briefly. She nods and points to a few seats away, telling him she will be with Zack and Brandon until he gets back.

Chris kisses her on the top of her head quickly before spinning around to see James as he slips into one of the offices in the theater. Wasting no time, he takes long almost leaping steps to reach the door. He knocks on the old heavy wood and gives James a friendly smile when he looks up.

“Chris. If this is about the assigned roles I’ve already told others that–” James begins politely as he looks back down at piles of papers and scripts across the desk.

Chris steps in and pushes the door shut quietly. “No, that’s fine. James, I need to talk to you about MC.” He clenches his jaw, waiting to see the type of response he receives.

James looks up at him, his brow slowly pinching together. “What’s wrong? Is this about the play?”

Chris shakes his head. “No, the play is fine. The roles are fine.”

James gives him a slight frown. “Then what is this about?”

Chris clears his throat. “I know you care for her, James.”

The tall senior stands up straight, his eyes intensely focused on Chris’s. He doesn’t speak for a moment as they stand level with one another, their eyes locked as they assess the situation.

James finally speaks, his body and eyes remaining in the same position. “I do.”

Chris nods once. “And I know she cares about you.”

“I am aware.” It comes out quick and sharp, catching Chris off guard.

"But–” He begins.

James cuts him off. “I am also aware of how she feels about you, Chris.” He finally looks back down to the papers on his desk, lightly shifting through some as he pauses.

Chris takes a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize, for all the times I’ve interrupted things between you both. I feel like…” He runs his hand through his hair. “No, I know I interrupted something between the two of you.”

James nods as he accepts Chris’s apology. “Unfortunately, there never was officially anything for you to interrupt. So no apology needed.” He looks up to meet Chris’s gaze. “MC is an adult, she made her decisions and this is how things turned out.”

Chris nods without saying a word, a small frown turning the edges of his lips down.

James looks back down to his desk as he continues. “I don’t see my feelings changing anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to act on them while I know she is in a relationship.”

Chris thinks about his words, focusing on the last one the most.

James glances back up to lock eyes with Chris once more. “I would never do that to her, or you.” He clears his throat this time. “I consider you both my friends, and as long as this is what she wants, as long as it makes her happy, then I will never interfere.”

Chris hears the hidden meaning behind James’s words as his mind replays them over and over. ‘As long as… as long as…’ He knows now that if he screws it up, James will be there, ready to care for her and help her move on. While the thought immediately irritates him, he can respect it. He knows he would do the same, especially now, as he learns more and more about MC with every day.

“I understand James. And… thank you. For being so cool about all of this. She really does care for you. I would hate for your relationship to change.”

James nods once and doesn’t look up. “She’s an amazing young woman, you know.”

Chris’s eyes become unfocused as he lets a small smile slides across his lips. “Ayuh, I know…”

“She deserves many things. She could do great things… If nothing stands in her way.” James says bluntly.

Chris tenses and looks sharply at James, clearly understanding the words he’s not saying. “I would never stand in her way, James.”

“Please see that you don’t. She’s much more than arm candy.” James’s eyes close tightly for a moment.

“I agree.” Chris says firmly, his jaw quickly clenching and unclenching a few times as he forces the irritation from the unintended insult to dissipate.

“I uh, I have a lot of work to do. If you don’t mind…” James looks up to meet Chris’s intense gaze. “Thank you, for coming to talk to me. I appreciate the gesture.”

Chris nods and looks down, his jaw clenching one last time as he forces any irritation he had away, knowing that James is simply voicing valid concerns. “You are welcome. Thank you for understanding.”

He turns and leaves the office without waiting for any acknowledgement.

Chris knows James is just being honest about his feelings about MC, what he thinks of her, and this new relationship between her and himself. He can’t be mad at the guy, knowing if the roles were reversed he might not be nearly as gracious. The feelings of jealousy he experienced before when the pair only were going out as friends bothered him greatly, so Chris can barely imagine being on the other side right now, knowing that things are becoming more serious.

At least that’s what he believes them to be, becoming more serious. Building towards a relationship, as James put it. He lets out a huff of air and runs his hand through his hair before he shakes it off and begins searching for MC. He finds her right where she said she would be, near the other aisle across the theater, talking to her best friend and his boyfriend. Chris grins as he starts heading over, still trying to shake the uneasy feeling he received when James made his point that she was special, not arm candy. He briefly frowns before shaking it off once more, finally reaching the trio happily chatting.

After a few minutes they decide to part ways, Zack and Brandon heading back to his apartment before they go out for the night, while Chris and MC go back to the suite. They walk hand in hand as they chat about the play. MC asks him once if he and James had a good talk, gently inquiring about the subject but he could tell she didn’t want to pry. He just smiles, telling her it was nothing, just some questions about his role in the play.

He doesn’t want to her to worry or feel awkward about the conversation he just had with James, knowing that she will feel bad for both of them if she knows the details of their conversation. Chris is content with the outcome though, feeling relieved that James knows his intentions and that he said he wouldn’t interfere.

They decide to chill together while they relax for a few hours, finally having some free time without being bogged down with multiple homework assignments. Sure, they had their ice skating date just two days ago, but Chris wants to spend some time just hanging out, maybe get to know each other more. After a short discussion, they decide to spend time in MC’s room. While he loves seeing her in his bed, he also enjoys being in her room, on her bed. Everything in there smells like her. Everything in there screams MC, down to the random pictures and clippings stuffed into her dresser mirror frame.

He quickly grabs his laptop from his room, kicking off his shoes and grabbing his water bottle before cutting across the hall to her room. When he enters he finds her already standing near her bed, shuffling through a few books on her nightstand. She grabs one and turns to smile at him while he softly shuts the door.

She waits for him to join her near the bed before she speaks. “How did you want to do this… want some pillows so you can lean against the wall and one to sit the laptop in your lap?” She gestures towards the pile of pillows at the head of her bed.

He grins and nods. “Sure. That sounds great.”

MC hands him some pillows and does the same a second time, positioning herself right next to him as they both sit down and lean back against the wall. He boots up his laptop and begins scrolling though some of his class notes from earlier in the week while she opens her book to the last page read.

They sit in silence for a while focused on the words in front of them. Eventually Chris stretches and glances at her, finding her on the last few pages of the book. He watches as she turns the pages quickly, almost as if she wasn’t even reading the words.

“Wow… you read fast.” He chuckles lightly.

She grins at him and shrugs. “Yeah, I’ve had a lot of practice I guess.”

He smiles warmly at her and puts his laptop down next to him on the end of the bed and criss crosses his legs in front of him. Pulling out his phone he thumbs through some songs in his library, trying to decide what he would like to start with, knowing that he will let it randomly shuffle after the first song. His music tastes include almost everything, so unless he’s in a specific mood, he lets it go random.

Chris waits to see her finish the book and toss it on the nightstand before grabbing another in its place. “Hey, mind if I turn some music on?”

She shakes her head and glances at his laptop. “No, that sounds great. Are you finished studying?”

He glances at his laptop and nods. “For now, yeah… I need a break. Thought I might play some Candy Crush or something.” He smirks.

She laughs lightly and glances at the pillow still in his lap. “Mind if I lay down while I read?”

He quickly realizes she’s referring to his lap and he immediately fluffs the pillow. “Oh yeah, sure. Here.” He shifts and makes it as comfortable as possible while she lays down with her head in his lap on the plush pillow. She lays on her back with her knees bent as she raises the book up into view.

Chris thumbs through his phone for a few minutes, checking out FaceBook, specifically her page for most of it before he scrolls through his feed. Becoming bored he looks down at MC and starts to play with her hair with his free hand. He watches as her eyes slowly roll back until they close. Her lips part slightly as she sighs with contentment.

He runs his fingers through her hair as a random thought pops into his head. “What’s your favorite color? You know mine but I don’t know yours…how is that possible?” His brow creases as he tries to recall any memory of this information.

She looks up from her book, into his eyes and smiles softly. “It’s blue…”

He grins back, watching her study his eyes. “So uh, was it always blue… or…”

She smirks and turns back to her book, making him reach for her side, tickling her until she drops the book and tries to roll away. “You didn’t answer.”

She sits up and spins on her knees to face him. “Ugh fine. I’ve always liked blue, but lately… I’ve found that I like it even more so.”

The corner of his lips curl up as he looks deep into her eyes. “Hmm.”

He quickly reaches and pulls her back towards him, holding her against his chest almost like he would an infant. He tucks some of her hair behind her ear with his free hand as he looks deep into her eyes. “Maybe I should change my favorite color to hazel… or is it grey. No, today they are definitely more hazel then grey.”

She laughs softly before he ends it with a sweet kiss, tucking his head down some while lifting her up to meet him. When they break he sees how flushed her face is, making him feel proud of his abilities.

Still cradled in his lap she looks up to him with a curious expression. “When is your birthday? Over the summer sometime?”

He gives her a rueful smile. “Actually, it was in December…” He trails off, knowing what she’s about to say.

“What?!” She almost forcefully grabs his chin and makes him look her in the eye. “How did I not know this? Does anyone in the suite know?”

She frowns and he feels his chest twist slightly as he shakes his head. “No, no one at Hartfeld knew.”

MC ‘s frown deepens. “Why…”

“Ayuh, I wasn’t really in the best mood at the time. That was right around Rush Week and the Sorority Ball…” He looks away from her, across the room to some unknown object as his voice tapers off.

She cups his cheek as she tucks her face into his neck. “I’m sorry Chris. I wish I had known. Maybe… maybe we could have all…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence, and he knows why. Things were rough for them both at that time. Even if everyone knew it was his birthday, things would have been weird. Between all of that and the year previous, Chris was honestly not in a celebratory mood most of first quarter.

He smiles softly and kisses her temple. “It’s alright MC. I wasn’t up for anything like that… next year we can use it as an excuse to have some fun though if you would like.”

She leans back and looks into his eyes. He sees the small smile on her lips and immediately feels better, almost excited for his next birthday as she speaks. “You better believe it Captain. We’re going to throw you one hell of a party.”

~MC~

“I would be happy just spending the day with you…” He says quietly, watching as her neck and cheeks flush and she tries not to smile like an idiot. Her stomach flips and fills with butterflies almost instantly.

“That’s almost a year away. Think you’ll still want to do that by then?” She teases him, hoping he will answer a specific way.

“Oh, I’m sure.” He arches an eyebrow as she blushes deeper, not at all disappointed with his response.

Chris must have decided to save her by changing the subject slightly. “How about you? Did I miss your birthday because I’m a jackass?” He jokes playfully, but she can hear the regret in his voice.

She’s more than happy to let him off the hook. “Nope. Mines in late July. So you’ll have plenty of time to find me the perfect gift.” She starts laughing as he nods sarcastically.

“Oh, do I now… Hmm. I’ll have to get on that then.” He glances at her and chuckles as she sticks her tongue out briefly. “So, you’re not an Independence Baby then.”

“No, but could have been. They said I almost came a few weeks early. I’m glad I’m not though. I would never get to claim the day as my own.” She scrunches up her nose playfully and he reaches up and lightly pinches it.

“I’d still let you have it. We’ve been independent from England for a while now… I don’t think anyone would mind.” He smirks at her. “It’s kinda old news.”

She grins. “Thanks Chris. I knew I could count on you.”

She watches as his expression changes, a flash of relief mixed with pride crosses his face for the shortest moment before his warm smile returns.

“Of course you can, MC.” He leans over and kisses her on the top of the head, making her cheeks feel warm once more.

She shifts off of his lap, receiving a confused pout in return. She tosses her pillows towards the headboard and tugs his hand to join her as she lays down. He quickly replaces his pout with a big smile as he grabs the rest of the pillows and lays them next to hers, eagerly joining her as they lay on their sides facing one another.

“So…” She begins. “Since we’re playing 20 Questions now…” She snickers lightly when he grins. “Can you tell me more about your family?”

His eyes soften considerably as he looks into hers. “Sure. I’ve mentioned my mah, my sistah Jo and my brothah Kyle.” She nods and he continues. “Mah is great. She’s always worked so hard to take care of us. It wasn’t easy being a single parent… especially with three kids, especially with us as those three kids.” He lets out a sarcastic chuckle. “I’m surprised she didn’t put me on a paddle boat and push me into the ocean a few times, honestly.”

She grins as his accent naturally comes out more as he reminisces about his home. “Aw come on, you weren’t that bad.” MC smiles and grabs his hand as they both lay on the bed between them.

She sees his face falter for a moment and almost asks him what’s wrong, but it’s gone instantly as he continues. “Well, you’d be surprised. And my little sis-tah…” He lays the accent on thick just for her, making her heart swell as she arches an eyebrow at him. “…she’s a holy terror when she wants to be. Kyle, he’s a little different. He can get feisty just like Jo, but he tends to be more level headed than the rest of us. He’s actually pretty quiet, almost the complete opposite of our little sistah.” He winks at her.

“Do you have any other family in Maine?” She asks with genuine curiosity.

He nods. “I do. My mah’s parents were born and raised in Maine, true Mainers yanno?” He grins. “My Gramps used to work the lobstah boats way back in the day, and my Grandma is still known all over for her blueberry pie.”

“Oh my god, please tell me I can try it sometime…” MC gushes, thinking of the wonderfully delicious pie she can only imagine his grandmother makes.

He nods. “I would love to take you to meet my Grandma and try her famous pie.” His smile turns slightly sad, but he holds it in place. “She doesn’t bake it as much now though, ever since we lost Gramps. It was his favorite… but she will on special occasions.” He kisses her knuckles. “I think she would consider your visit a special occasion.”

MC can’t help but give him a warm smile as she squeezes his hand in hers. “I can’t wait.”

His grin turns lopsided. “What about your family… tell me more about them.”

“Hmm. Well, no siblings or anything, but you knew that… You’ve already met my mom.” She hides her face in embarrassment, pressing it into the pillow. “I can’t believe the things she said…”

He laughs. “What? It wasn’t that bad. She was… nice.”

She rolls back onto her side to look him in the eyes. “Uh huh… you just enjoyed the attention she was giving you.”

“I would much rather enjoy the attention you give me.” He juts his chin at her briefly, earning a poke to his stomach. “Okay, focusing… Your dad?”

“He’s a nut, if I’m being honest. He works hard, and plays hard. Loves his family, his dog, and his football.”

“He loves football huh? That’s going to work well in my favor.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Like college or pro?”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes playfully. “Both. He’s a huge Patriots fan… and he enjoys a good college game. Doesn’t really have a favorite team… yet.” She grins as he begins to nod slowly.

“I can change that.” He gives her a confident smile before he rolls on his back, running his hand over his stomach. “And a Patriot’s fan to boot. I like him already.”

MC just lays there and watches as Chris slowly rubs his stomach while deep in thought. He finally turns when he realizes she’s gone silent, a small cautious smile creeping across his face.

“What?”

She pinches her lips together, trying not to smile at the imagery in her head. The small snippets of her dad and Chris sitting on the couch together, enjoying a Patriots game, or her dad in the stands of a Hartfeld game, cheering for Chris as he makes a winning touchdown pass.

“Nothing.” The corner of her lip curls slightly, making his eyes narrow when he notices.

“Ooookay. So uh… who else? You told me some about your uncle uh… shit. I forgot his name, sorry.” He frowns apologetically.

She laughs lightly. “It’s okay. My uncle Mike. He’s great. We have the best time… he’s so sarcastic in everything he says or does, and my mom doesn’t get it most of the time. That might be the best part actually.” She starts laughing.

~Chris~

Chris can’t help but smile as he watches her laugh. She loves her family, and he loves that about her. Without a moment’s hesitation he pushes himself over to her and turns her face up to meet his as he gives her a quick kiss. He feels her startle and freeze beneath him, but only for the smallest fraction of a second before she melts back into the bed.

When he pulls back and lays down again she just stares at him. “What… what was that for?”

He shrugs. “I donno. I just wanted to. You were so happy.”

“Oh…” She blushes furiously. “Okay.”

He laughs, realizing he has derailed her completely. “I’m sorry, please tell me more.”

She licks her lips and smiles. “Alright.”

He watches her intently as she tells him about his uncle’s family. How cool her aunt is, how adorable and equally sarcastic her younger cousins are. She tells him a few crazy stories of different family get togethers over the years, making him laugh and think of his own family. He smiles wide as she talks about her relationship with her father, happy for her that she gets to enjoy his company. Chris is staring at her lips as she talks, his mind wandering some as he thinks about their recent kiss. He shakes his head and looks back to her eyes, focusing on her stories once more.

She must have decided she’s said enough about them for a while as she pauses and makes a curious face. When he cocks and eyebrow at her in return to her silent question, she asks another. “Dogs or cats?”

He’s completely caught off guard. “What? As in… do I have any or… do I like them?”

She nods. “Yep.” A single laugh slips out.

He chuckles. “Well alright… I love dogs. Like ‘want one of my own to take everywhere with me’ love dogs. I had one when I was younger… but…” He pauses, remembering the sad day he lost his furry friend. MC grabs his hand and gives him a warm squeeze.

“Mom said we couldn’t really afford to get one after… it was tough to keep the three of us fed sometimes, and then I started football… so there was no time.” He looks up to see her face, a look of sadness hovering there. “It’s alright tho, I’ll get one again. Can’t wait to pick one out.”

She smiles. “Same… dogs are the best. I adore Max.”

“He seems pretty cool. I would love to play with him… is he a ball dog? Mine was. His name was Charlie.” Chris smiles as the memories flood his mind.

She nods as she watches him. “He is. You’ll have to throw for him sometime. With your arm he will forget alllllll about me.” She grins, making him laugh.

“I don’t think that’s possible, MC. He would never give you up. Unlike some people, he’s too smart for that.” He gives her a rueful smile, obviously implying that the dog is smarter than he is.

She shakes her head. “Not true. He went through a phase where he liked my mom more than me. I think it had something to do with the Christmas ham… but he left me. I almost didn’t forgive him.” She gives him a playful smile, instantly making him feel better.

“Ah okay, so there is hope for the rest of us then. Redemption can be had.” His lips slowly curl into a timid smile.

“None needed…” She bites her lip lightly and he raises an eyebrow in warning, making her quickly drop it. “So… cats?”

He shrugs. “They are cool. Never had one… but I generally prefer dogs. I can run with a dog, take them on a hike, to go camping… stuff like that.”

She nods. “Agreed. On all accounts.”

“You like to hike and go camping?” His expression perks up considerably.

“I do. Snipe hunting is my favorite too.” She holds a very serious expression as her eyes narrow slightly.

Chris bursts out laughing. “Right… Snipes. I’ll have to take you camping and we can do that. Catch some Snipes.”

She laughs hard with him, and he relishes the sound. Her mouth opens wide as she shows all of her teeth, her eyes crinkling shut as she sucks in breaths in between heavy laughter. Chris decides he needs to attempt more jokes, as the current look on her face is now a top ten favorite.

When she slows down and turns back to look at him she grins. “We should definitely go camping sometime. Do you fish?”

“Is that a serious question? I grew up surrounded by rivers and the ocean.” He smirks when she rolls her eyes. “I’m not to bad at it either if I do say so myself.” He puffs his chest out proudly.

She pokes him in the chest and he pretends to deflate, receiving a giggle in response. Exactly what he wanted. “I guess we will have to see who’s better at that too huh…”

He likes a good challenge. “Sounds fun. You’re gonna go down though, beautiful. I’m a true Mainer. I can catch anything.”

She snorts at his ego. “Anything… I’ll remember that.”

He sees the twinkle in her eyes, instantly curious of her double meaning in her tone that he clearly isn’t seeing yet. “Hmm.”

She sucks in her lip. “Favorite food on three?” When he nods she grins and counts down. “One… two… three!”

They both speak at the same time.

“Tacos!” “Pizza!’

And each erupt into a fit of laughter when it sounds like ‘pizza tacos’. MC makes a face. “That might be kinda gross.”

Chris shrugs. “I donno. I’d try it…” He almost chokes on his laughter when he sees her look of disgust. “Or… not…”

She shakes her head. “Ugh no, just tacos or just pizza please.”

He laughs heartily a few more times. “Okay, okay… no weird food mashups for MC. Got it.” He grins at her. “Sweet or sour?”

“Like candy or something? I usually prefer sour or fruit candies. Like Lemonheads or Sour Patch Kids… oh! Skittles!”

Chris watches as her expression changes rapidly with her growing excitement. She stops when he realizes he’s smirking at her again. “I just went a little crazy… didn't I?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I have a pretty big sweet tooth myself, so I’m not hating.”

She grins. “So, a sweets guy then.”

Chris looks down at her lips. “Sure am.” When his eyes meets hers again she swallows hard. He slowly wraps his arm around her waist and slides her closer to him, their faces only inches apart now.

“Especially this one…” He leans over her slightly, breathing against her neck before he sucks gently. He sees her eyes roll back before they shut and her lips part slightly. When he pulls away to look at her face she slowly re-opens her eyes, looking directly in his. She lifts her hands to his face and holds him in place as she lifts her lips to meet his this time. He grins against her as she pulls his bottom lip gently and lays back against the pillow.

“Yep. Definitely that one.” He says as he rolls back over to face her on the almost too small bed.

She lets out a huff of air that ruffles her hair before she licks her lips. “I might have to switch sides.”

He laughs. “I’ll take the trade. Don’t care what I have to give up to get it.” He clears his throat as she ducks her head. “Best friends? You’ve really met mine, who are yours?”

Her eyes go soft before she closes them while she speaks. “We moved around a few times when I was younger, so I’ve had a few ‘best friends’ over the years. But about 5 years ago we moved back up to Connecticut to be near family. That’s when I met Gina and B.”

Chris’s brow furrows. “Bee, like the bug?”

She laughs lightly. “No, like the letter. It’s short for Brittany. She and Gina are my best friends back home. Actually, B reminds me a lot of Ryan.” She laughs harder. “Yeah they are kinda gender opposite mirrors of each other, from what I’ve seen so far.”

“Oh yeah? Does she love every dude she meets?” Chris grins.

“No. She loves everyone actually.” She winks at him.

“Oh, really…” He arches an eyebrow.

“Hey, best friends are off limits if I remember correctly.” She gives him a daring look.

Chris laughs, remembering their trip on the bus when the leggy blonde in front of him sat with his quiet redheaded friend. “I’m just kidding. I’m a one woman kinda guy anyway.”

“Huh… are you now.”

“Yep. It’s true.” He rolls over on his back and runs his hand through his hair as he stares up at the ceiling. “One is enough trouble.”

He flinches as she yanks one of the pillows out from under him and hits him with it gently across the face.

“I’ll show you trouble.” She sits up and continues to pommel him lightly as she climbs over him, straddling him as she continues her assault.

Chris begins laughing while he throws one arm up to block the pillow, the other reaching for her waist. Once he finds it he squeezes the exact ticklish spot he remembers well, causing her to squeal out and drop the pillow to defend herself. He tosses the pillow off of to the side and reaches out with his other hand to do the same on her opposite side. She tries to slide off of him and escape but he holds on, tickling her without shame.

“AHH! CHRIS! No… noooo! Stop! Oh my god, please STOP!” She gasps out between painful laughter and growls.

He gets her a few more times before he suddenly withdraws and drops his arms to her thighs, watching as she attempts to catch her breath, her arms still wrapped tightly around her body in defense.

When her eyes open he sees her glare. “Oooooh I hate you Powell.”

He chuckles. “No you don’t.”

~MC~

“I think I do. Yeah, I really do…” She huffs and attempts to climb off his lap, but he stops her by running his hands to her hips and holding her in place lightly.

“Tell me you don’t hate me.” He says in a quiet voice, his eyes focused on hers as his face turns mildly serious.

MC pauses for a moment as she studies his face. It doesn’t take her long to drop down and lay on his chest, sliding her hands under his biceps as she tucks her nose against his neck. “I could never hate you Chris.”

He wraps his arms around her back and holds her to him as she breathes against his neck. “What all do you do for fun, MC?” He says quietly, clearly changing the subject.

“I love to read… but you probably know that by now.” She feels him nod against her. “Um, I’ve really started to enjoy writing. Never really tried to until now. I think I might be okay at it…”

“You’re more than okay. James thinks highly of you yanno… and I know Vasquez does too, otherwise he would have ran you off by now. He’s a tough critic from what I’ve heard.” He says in a low deep voice as he tightens his arms around her.

“Do they?” MC bites her lip as she thinks about all the hard work she put in last semester.

“Yeah, James says you’re going to do something great one day…” She hears something odd in his voice, making her lift her head to look at his face for a moment.

He turns his head slightly and looks at her with a small smile, but she can see the trace of worry in his eyes. She almost asks, but decides against it as he quickly forces it away with a wider warm smile.

“What about you QB? Besides football of course.” She props her face on her hands, her arms bent as they lay across his chest.

He runs his hands down her her upper arms, giving them a firm squeeze as he looks into her eyes. “Music, my guitar… you’ve seen that a little bit.” He smirks again, making her body warm again now that he’s happy again. “I like games… and comics, uh movies. Like The Avengers.”

“Me too. What kind of games? Like video games, board games, card games?” She tilts her head.

“All of the above. I might be a little competitive…” He grins. “Like someone else I know.”

“I do play a mean game of Monopoly… And I’ll just tell you now, you’ll never beat me at Rummy.” She sniffs defiantly.

“I have the feeling this is very true.” He chuckles lightly under her, making her body bounce with his movements. “What type of video games though? I have to tell you MC, you’re not going to beat me at a first person shooter. Only Ethan can do that.”

“I guess I’ll have to get Ethan to show how then.” She turns her head slightly, giving him a very confident smile.

“He would never.” His eyes narrow.

“I bet I could talk him into it.” She purses her lips, almost making a version of duck face.

Chris growls at her playfully and flips them on the bed, laying MC on her back while he’s on his side with one leg over hers as he props his head on his bent arm.

“He would never.” His voice goes low as he leans down towards her with the mock threat.

“We’ll see…” She lifts up briefly to nip at his nose, totally catching him off guard.

He blinks a few times and refocuses on her eyes as he gently grabs her chin and turns her face directly towards his. “I’m sooo going to enjoy beating you at things.”

She arches a brow and bites her lower lip, waiting.

“Trying to test me huh? I’m not biting, baby.” He drops her chin and rolls back onto his back, clearly ignoring the thing action hates.

MC smirks and rolls over onto her side, propping her chest up against his bicep as she perks up. When his eyes shift over to hers she bites her lower lip again, but more seductively this time. She grins around it as she watches his nostrils flare as he forcefully blows out a breath of air.

“You really are a Leo.” He sneers at her playfully.

“What is this? You know zodiac signs, Rogers?” Her mouth falls open in surprise as she openly mocks him.

He rolls his eyes at her choice in nickname. “My mom is big into it… she often tells us all how we each fit our signs perfectly. She would always say I’m a true Sagittarius.” He shrugs.

MC grins. “She’s right, yanno.”

“Oh no, you know about this stuff too?” He sighs dramatically, throwing his far arm over his eyes.

“Enough to know she’s right.” MC laughs and rolls back onto her side, tucking her hand under her pillow as she faces him again. “So… Rogers. Steve Rogers.”

~Chris~

She pauses and waits until he slowly turns his head, peeking out from under his arm. “Yeah?” He asks hesitantly, having an idea where this is going.

“You said you’re into comics.” He quickly recognizes that its not at all a question.

“Yeah, I was…” He says slowly, his single eye still locked onto hers as he lies through his teeth. “When I was young I carried a Captain America action figure with me everywhere I went. That’s why the guys called me that in high school.”

“You were?” She clearly questions his response, ignoring the rest. He knows she doesn’t believe that’s all there is to it.

He lowers his arm to look at her with both eyes as he chews on his cheek, knowing the jig is up. “I am…”

“I knew it! You nerd!” She openly laughs and shoves his shoulder, making him frown.

“Nerd? Excuse me. I’ll have you know that Steve Rogers and Bruce Wayne are two of the most honorable people in both the Marvel and DC Universe.” Chris suddenly stops, and closes his eyes tightly, understanding that he just completely waved his nerd flag directly in her face.

When he doesn’t hear a sound from her he slowly opens his eyes and glance towards her face. What he finds surprises him. Instead of confusion and some form of disinterest, he practically sees hearts in place of her eyes. “MC..?”

“Chris. Batman is my favorite DC superhero… well, except for Henry Cavill’s Superman.” She lets out a sigh that Chris has never heard before, making him sit up and look at her curiously as she melts back into the pillows.

“Seriously?” He cocks an eyebrow at her reaction, watching as her eyes slide closed while she begins to hum while she daydreams about the muscular actor right in front of him. “MC! I’m right here.”

Her eyes snap open and she pulls in her bottom lip. “Sorry… He’s just… Mmm.” She smashes her lips together and gives him an apologetic smile, trying not to laugh.

“Uh huh… right.” His eyes narrow as he dares her to bring the actor back up. “So, back to the previous subject, if you can manage?” He jokingly scoffs at her.

She nods and he continues. “You really are that into comics and stuff?”

“Yep… I’m a nerd too Powell.” A huge grin slides across his face as he sees her goofy smile appear. She rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs at the knee behind her slowly. “And Halloween is my favorite holiday… then Christmas. Especially this last one.”

He chews on his tongue while he grins. “Really… Halloween huh? Why’s that?” He feels the excitement build inside of him as he hopes her reason is the same as his own.

“It’s the best excuse to dress up in crazy costumes all year.” She grins at first, until she sees the odd expression on his face. “You think that’s dumb don’t you…” She frowns and lowers her voice in despair as she sighs. “Everyone thinks I’m a huge dork for wanting to dress up all the time.”

“All the time?” He gently questions, trying not to show how excited he just became. Hundreds of couple costume ideas fly through his mind as he imagines doing them with MC. His mouth falls open into a huge toothy grin as he watches her groan and drop her face into her pillow.

“Yes…” She groans into the soft fabric, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Chris rolls over and lays his leg over hers which are now laying flat in defeat as she sighs into the pillow. He wraps his arm around her waist, tucking his hand under her stomach as he leans towards her exposed ear.

“Baby, I’ll be your Superman if you’ll be my Lois Lane.” He whispers in his deep voice, his lips gently touching the edge of her ear as he says each word slowly.

She spins her head quickly to look at him. “What?”

He chuckles and leans back slightly. “MC, I love costumes. It might be my jam… And I like to win costume contests.” His eyebrow arches, almost as if asking a question.

“No…” She says in disbelief, searching his face for any tells that he’s making fun of her, but his grin only grows wider.

“No? Okay, how about Cyclops and Jean Grey? Or would you prefer Batman and Wonder Woman? Yeah… that’s the one. I’ll be your Dark Knight.” He grins as he runs his hand down her back starting at her shoulder and ending on the small of her back.

MC just blinks at him in disbelief. “That is so hot…”

Chris starts laughs loudly. “You’re telling me. The images in my head right now…”

His hand runs up and down her body, his eyes following the same path as he imagines her in different costumes. First Wonder Woman, then Cat Woman, followed by Black Widow, and of course Rogue… The list goes on as he starts breathing a little heavier, his fingers tracing imaginary lines where the different costumes would be. When he looks up to her eyes again he finds them burning into his.

Chris begins to open his mouth and ask her what she is thinking when she suddenly pounces on him. He grabs her thighs and helps her slide back on top of him as she holds his face in her hands, her lips instantly crashing onto his. There is no soft touch, no gentle caress to their kiss as they both feverishly explore the other. MC moves so quick that he adjusts the wrong way and their teeth make the briefest contact, causing the both to pull back for a second.

“Shit… sorry.” She gasps, her eyes frantically flicking back and forth between his.

“I don’t care.” He groans and pulls her back down, his tongue instantly finding its way past her swollen lips.

She moans into his mouth and he feels his body respond in turn. His lower body begins to feel electrically charged as she moves against him, her breath panting as she claws against his chest with her left hand. Chris runs his hands up her thighs and around the seat of her jeans, squeezing firmly as she breaks the kiss to suck in a quick breath. Just as she makes contact with her lips again a loud knock comes through her bedroom door. They both freeze, two pairs of eyes shooting open as they hold their breath.

“MC? You in there?” Zack’s cheery voice cuts through the wood panel of her door.

MC sits up stock straight and they look at one another as if they had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He gestures for her to quickly say something and she scrambles to respond while both sets of eyes grow wide.

“Uh… yeah. I was just studying for my class tomorrow. What’s uh, whats up?” She looks at Chris for approval and he silently starts to laugh under her, making her jostle around slightly.

“Some of us haven’t eaten dinner yet… wanted to know if you’d like to join?” His voice becomes faint as if he’s turned away from the door.

MC glances at Chris whose stomach makes perfect timing under her, growling his response for him. He gives her an apologetic smile and shrugs with a grin.

“Yeah, that would be great… let me uh, let me change into something warmer.” She throws her hands up as she tries to think quick on her feet.

There’s silence on the other side for a moment, causing Chris to look at MC curiously. He begins to open his mouth and whisper something when they hear him speak again from the other side.

“Chris, you can come too of course. Just hurry up, I’m starving.”

MC collapses onto his chest with embarrassment and Chris laughs out loud. “Alright, thanks Zack. We’ll be out there in a minute.”

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