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urcatslitterbox · 2 years ago

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You should do a never have I ever with colby and they are home alone and get bored so they decide to drink and play it and one thing leads to another where they end up sleeping with each other and confessing their love

Never have I ever…

Colby brock x fem!reader smut

Cw: smut, daddy kink, p n v, unprotected sex (be safe!), (breeding???), let me know if I missed anything!

A/n: omg I’m so sorry this took literal years to come out. This is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also I began writing this before sam and Katrina broke up so that’s why they are together in this.

“God I’m so bored” Colby groaned throwing himself onto the couch opposite of where I was sitting.

Sam and Katrina had gone out on a date night, leaving the house to Colby and me for the night. I was quite bored myself so I offered up a suggestion. “We could play a game?” he thought for a moment he decided it was a good idea. “Alright, like what?” he asked, “anything that involves drinking, I've had a looong week” I joked. Colby got off the couch heading into the kitchen, there was a rattling before he returned to the living room. In his hands were two wine glasses and a bottle of red. He sat on the rug of the living room and patted the floor telling me to join him. I sat down, still opposite him and he handed me a glass. “Do you have a game or are we just going to drink on the floor?” I teased. Colby smiled, filling my glass. “We're gonna play never have I ever, but instead of putting down a finger we take a drink” he said. “Ok, I'll start,” I said, thinking of what to say. “Ok never have I ever snuck out,” I said. Colby’s eyes widened slightly, “what!? You're kidding, you've never snuck out?” he asked in disbelief. I smiled knowing he would have to drink, “nope, I was a good kid” I stated. “Come on now drink up brock” I smirked, he rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his wine. “Ok, my turn, never have I ever..” he trailed off thinking of how he could get me to drink. “Called my friend to fake an emergency so I could get out of a bad date” he said with a cocky look on his face. “That's not fair you're targeting me!” Colby just laughed, signalling me to take a drink.

As the night went on Colby and I got progressively tipsier. “Ok ok I have one, never have I ever worn handcuffs for any reason” I grinned knowing for a fact that Colby has been in handcuffs, perhaps more than once. He narrowed his eyes at me before finishing off what was left in his glass. As he poured himself more he went his turn. “Since we’re playing that game, never have I ever given a lap dance” he said calmly. I felt my face flush as I took a sip from my glass. Colby’s eyebrows raised for a moment before dropping. “Never have I ever done it in a pool” I said, understanding what this had turned into. He drank from his glass before leaning closer to me. “ I find that hard to believe y/n/n” he said quietly. I returned the gesture, leaning in as well, not wanting to seem intimidated by our close proximity. “Just because you can't keep it in your pants and have to have sex everywhere doesn't mean everyone else does too” I teased. Colby scoffed, “ok, never have I ever masturbated when people are home” he said. I felt my face get hot, I didn't think anyone was home when I did, but I was wrong. “Well, never have I ever listened in on someone you creep” I fought. He just smirked, “it's hard not to when you make those pretty sounds” he whispered, staring into my eyes. My cheeks were on fire at this point, I looked away to avoid his intense gaze. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss you so badly..” I heard him say. I looked back at him our faces mere centimetres apart. I leaned closer closing the gap between us in a soft kiss. Colby held my head in place as he deepened the once-soft kiss turning it into something hotter.

We made out sloppily, the wine and game long forgotten. Colby began to lean me back onto the rug, moving his lips to my neck. He sucked deep bruises from my neck to my collar before kissing back up to my ear. My breath got deeper as my heart raced. Truth be told I've liked Colby for some time now and the fact that he was on top of me made my core heat up. I let out soft whimpers as I tugged on his shirt wanting it off. He pulled away ripping his shirt off of him before heading towards mine. He looked to confirm that I was ok with this, I nodded wanting to feel him already. He practically tore it off of me then my pants followed, adding to the mess of clothes in the room. Colby sat back admiring me. I began to feel self conscious and tried to hide my body. “Don’t hide yourself from me, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered as he grabbed my arms that were shielding my body. He kissed me passionately and his lips trailed down to my breast. He pulled my nipple into his mouth sucking harshly. I moaned at the feeling as he did the same to the other one. “God baby I’m so hard for you..I need to be inside you, I can’t wait any longer.” He groaned lining the head of his cock up with entrance. He pushed in slowly allowing me to adjust to his length. I hissed at the stretch as he bottomed out. “Fuuuck” he breathed into my ear. “Colby.. please..” I whined. “What baby? Use your words” he teased. “Please fuck me” I said looking into his eyes. Somehow his eyes got even darker at my words before he spoke. “Don’t have to ask me twice princess” he growled before thrusting hard into me. I moaned loudly as he rocked his hips into mine aggressively. I clawed at his muscular back as I started to loose grip on reality. He was so big and deep I could barely take it. “Oh god Colby yes!” I moaned as he pounded into me even harder. “Fuck yeah take it baby…god you’re so tight gonna make me cum” he groaned. “Want daddy to cum inside your pretty pussy? Make you mine?” He growled, speeding up. I moaned in response, my walls clenching around him as I grew closer to cumming. “Yes daddy please! G- gonna cum daddy so close!” I panted. “Me too baby it’s alright, let go cum on daddy cock” he grunted burying his face in my neck. I all but screamed his name as I came undone around his cock. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warm cum fill me. He pulled out and held me close to him, both of us panting as we came down from our highs.

I closed my eyes as we laid there cuddled together on the carpet. “Y/n” he breathed into my neck. “Mhm” I mumbled, too tired to form a coherent sentence. “I I really like you. I have for a long time now” he confessed. At that my eyes snapped open. “Colby-“ I tried but he interrupted me. “I know you probably don’t feel the same and this was a one time thing bu-“ I cut him off smashing my lips onto his, kissing him with everything I had. All the pent up feelings I had towards him pouring out through the kiss. When we pulled away he looked at me confused , his lips red and swollen. “Colby, I like you too moron” I giggled. His expression went from confused to sheer love in a matter of seconds. “Good because now that I’ve had a taste I’m not letting you go” he promised, kissing me again.

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syluscore · 2 years ago

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I’m Your Prize

~sub! Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader~

Word Count: 2555

This is my writing for @trevor-belmonts-whip ‘s ask that I have copied below:

Ghosty, darling, you don't know me but I also VERY MUCH enjoy the Leon S Kennedy man and I have an idea... a request, if you will. This idea came to me recently when I played pool for the first time, and I thought to myself "damn, playing pool involves a lot of bending full over a roughly waist-height table." So. Possibly. RE2 Leon, in a no zombies scenario, he's a police officer man and after a long shift, he's hits the bar downtown him and the other stations boys frequent. He's having a drink, and he locks eyes with a sweetheart down on the other end of the bar (omg it's us, it's Y/N). You two hit it off, and you play a little bit of pool together. Maybe you're new to the game, he teaches you some stuff, but your a natural as it turns out, and maybe you have a friendly little bet. And you know what? I feel like you've got the rest, you can take it from there. I'll leave this prompt in your highly capable hands, do what you will with it 😌.

Content warnings: drinking alcohol, flirtatious teasing, submissive leon, dominant reader, blowjob, praise, sharing cum while kissing

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!

It was a ritual at the Racoon City Police Department; they always brought the rookie out to your bar and made an absolute fucking scene. It was super obnoxious, but it’d been a long time since they’d gotten a new recruit. You watched silently as nearly the entire police force filed in through the doors and you were so thankful it was your co-owner running the bar tonight. You were merely here because your job had honestly become your entire life, so of course you hung around here after hours. There was always some sort of work to do, something to clean, some networking to do.

You couldn’t complain too much about it though, they bought so much alcohol and tipped really well and it’s all business at the end of the day. You wondered what kind of prematurely balding, fresh out of the academy, egotistical maniac rookie you’d spend the night hoping didn’t try and make a move on you. They always did. Wanted to show off for their department and bang the hot bar owner. Marvin never warned them that it would never happen, you two had a running joke on what sort of things they would try to get into your pants.

“Marvin! It’s been forever, fresh meat for us finally?” you asked as the older man walked over to your stool at the bar and gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder.

He laughed before speaking quietly for just you to hear, “You’re gonna love this one.” He looked around the crowd before spotting who he’d been searching for, “Hey rookie! Get over here!” A man with a dirty blonde fringe, wide blue eyes, dressed in light wash blue jeans, a blue button up, and a big jacket over top made his way over to you two. “Alright rookie, this is Y/N. Y/N this is rookie. They own half this bar so you’d better be real nice to them,” Marvin introduced you two, patting the rookie on the shoulder before stalking his way back over to the other officers.

“Rookie, is it? Big coincidence on the name or?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows while smirking at him. You noticed the light blush sneak up on his cheeks.

He laughed softly as he shook his head, “I’m Leon Kennedy. It’s nice to meet you.” He held eye contact for a whopping five seconds, before he shyly averted his gaze. You couldn’t help but find him adorable. You’d like to believe you were big and intimidating, but deep down you knew it’s probably just the way he was.

“So, what are your plans for the evening, big boy? Get piss drunk and make a fool of yourself?” you asked him, trying to make some small talk.

“Uh, not really. I was probably just gonna play some pool and then head out when everyone else is too drunk to notice. You play?” he asked, clearly trying to invite you to play pool with him. You couldn’t deny that you found him so pretty, just down right attractive. His innocent personality is definitely doing something for you, you’d never admit it though.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you asked, toying with him further. You felt accomplished with yourself when he blushed even more. “I’m just fucking with you. I’m shit at it, but I’ll give it a go for the brand new rookie of course,” you took the last swig of your drink before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the pool tables.

You grabbed two cue sticks and handed one over to Leon. The last people who played on this table must have been raised with good manners because everything was already set up and ready to go for a game of 8-ball, which is fucking rare around here.

“You wanna go first?” Leon asked, gesturing you towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and gestured towards the table, “Not a chance, rookies go first.” He laughed, but didn’t argue. He bent over and positioned himself, hitting the cue ball and breaking the balls apart. You weren’t really paying attention to his movement, more focused on the way his cute little ass was sticking out.

None of the balls made it into the pockets, so Leon turned to you, “Solids or stripes? Make sure you think long and hard about this, it is a life changing decision.” You pretended to think super intensely about it, squinting your eyes and running your hand down your face. You ultimately chose stripes.

Hours go by and you two definitely play the game wrong, but Leon doesn’t mind you making up rules in the middle of the game, he finds you endearing. You’d ordered random drinks on the house for the two of you. No matter how many times he insisted he should pay for himself, you weren’t having it. You two weren’t anywhere near drunk, but Leon was definitely tipsy and had loosened up quite a bit.

“I wager you a bet, rookie,” you told him, causing him to raise his eyebrows. “If I win, I get a prize of my choice and if you win, you get a prize of your choice.”

“Isn’t the bar closing in like,” Leon looked down at his watch, “5 minutes?”

“Leon, I own the mother fucker. I can keep you here as long as I want. Agree to a bet or I’ll never forgive you,” you said, pouting at the man.

“We can’t have that,” he said, throwing his hand over his chest, “what do you want if you win?” You hummed in response as you set the game back up.

You turned to him, “You stay here with me as long as I want and I get to keep you at my disposal.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively and he couldn’t stop himself from blushing yet again. You’d gotten him to blush over and over again since he’d first arrived.

“Alright,” he said, avoiding your gaze, “I’m not sure what I want as a prize.”

“You won’t win, so it’s not necessary for you to pick anyway.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Fine. Your prize can be me,” his heart skipped a beat. His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him you were fucking with him again. “I’m a prize, dammit! You don’t think I’m a prize?”

“Um, well, of course I do, I just,” he became more flustered as he watched you bend over, clearly sticking your ass out for him overdramatically, as you got ready to break the triangle of pool balls. “Fuck it, okay. I agree to your terms.”

“Atta boy.”

Your coworker had finished cleaning the place up and had headed out a while ago. The game was so intense, both of you taking it super seriously, both wanting your prize. You were lined up, the only ball left to sink in the pocket being the 8-ball. You were head to head, Leon leaned over right next to you, watching you line up with the cue ball intensely. Right as you went to shoot, his hand suddenly stuck out and poked into your side while he made a loud sound, causing you to jump and mess up your shot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whipped your head to look at him as he was laughing like a maniac. “You mother fucker! You’re disqualified for cheating,” you narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged.

“I’m okay with that, worth it,” he said leaning back against the pool table, arms braced on either side of him as he smiled over at you.

You slowly walked up to him, leaning over him, causing him to lean back over the table as your hands covered his. “Then I get my prize, right?” you asked. He gulped nervously, slowly nodding his head as he stared into your eyes.

You ran your hand up his arm and to his collarbone, lightly dragging your fingers over the sensitive area, pulling a shudder out of Leon. Happy with his reaction, you slowly ran your fingers down his stomach, feeling it tense beneath your touch. Your hand grazed over his belt, fingers ghosting over his quickly hardening dick. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper.

You brought your fingers up to the top button on his shirt and looked into his eyes, “Is this okay?” Leon couldn’t find the words, his mouth gone completely dry. He quickly nodded as you undid one button. “Talk to me, Leon. I need you to tell me what you want,” you continued slowly undoing the buttons until they were all done, pulling it open to expose the white t-shirt he wore beneath.

“Fuck,” Leon whispered, clearing his throat before trying to speak again, “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me.” His voice was so sweet and so needy, it sent a thrill straight to your lower stomach. You smirked at him before pulling his button up off his shoulders and down his arms. You could see his little abs through the thin, white fabric and he looked fucking delectable.

Your fingers went down to his belt buckle, slowly running them along it and looking up at Leon. Raising an eyebrow, silently asking for permission. “Please,” he said in that same tone of voice that had you wanting to throw him back on the table and devour him. Your patience was wearing thin as you quickly loosened his belt and undid his jeans. You pulled the pants down, getting them out of the way so that you had a perfect view of his dick pressing up in his boxers.

You brought your hand to his dick and palmed him firmly through his boxers, causing him to buck his hips up into your hand and a moan to slip through his lips. “You’re such a good boy for me. Do you want me to suck your cock? Think you deserve it?” you asked him as you dropped to your knees before him.

“Please,” he looked down at you with big, watery eyes. He really was putty beneath you.

“Please, what? What do you want?”

“Please, suck my cock. I wanna feel your mouth so badly,” he said, reaching his hand out and running it through your hair. How could you tell him no when he looked so hot like this?

You slipped his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free and sit perfectly before you. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock. He was so big, so long and had a perfect thickness to it. The tip was leaking precum, it looked so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and running your thumb over the slit. This caused Leon to buck up again, he was losing control and leaving himself entirely at your disposal. Just as you wanted him.

You brought your hand down to his base and slowly, but firmly pumped him, his precum acting as lube. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to keep them open. He didn’t dare miss a second of your pretty face just inches from his cock, your hands wrapped firmly around him perfectly.

You stuck your tongue out, slowly running it up the underside, from the base to the tip. You made a big show of rolling your eyes into the back of your head and moaning. Leon could’ve come just at the sight of you alone, he’d never seen something so erotic in his life. A whine left his lips as more precum slowly pooled at the tip of his cock.

“Please,” he pleaded with you as you looked up into his eyes. A tear spilled out of one of his eyes and you almost laughed to yourself, thinking how easy it’d be to ruin him completely. The thought quickly passed as your eyes went back to his cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. Plus, he was begging so nicely, of course you needed to reward him.

You ran your tongue over his slit, letting the taste of his precum envelop over your tongue. He tasted almost as good as he looked. Although, you weren’t sure anything could taste as good as Leon looks.

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, gently sucking it. Leon threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his plump lips. You started to bob your head up and down his length. Leon couldn’t stop whimpering and whining as you sucked him deeper each time you slid your mouth back down his cock. If your jaw would allow you to, you could suck him all day. He was so hot like this, the taste amplifying his appeal even further.

You grasped his length with your hand and pumped him in time with your mouth. Drool was spilling past your lips and soaking his pubes. Everytime you pulled your mouth up his length, you’d give a hard suck on his tip, before moving your mouth back down. Each time, his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the need to gag as tears poured out of your eyes, adding to the sloppiness of the blowjob.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to stop it,” Leon rushed out, he was so fucking close. Another few seconds of your movements and he’d be a goner. You hummed in response, speeding up your motions. “Is that okay? Can I cum?” he asked before he bit his lip hard, trying to hold himself back. You replied with an “mhm” as you looked up at him.

His eyes met yours and with one more firm suck on his tip, he was cumming hard. His loud moans were borderline whines as he filled up your mouth. You watched his mouth fall open, his wet lips panting, drool slightly spilling out, eyebrows scrunched together, and his eyes closed tightly as he came. It was hands down, the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

You pulled your mouth off of him, standing back up and looking at him as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, you were wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. His mouth instantly fell open for you since he was so out of breath and you pushed his cum into his mouth with your tongue.

After he came, you hadn’t swallowed it, but rather held it inside of your mouth so that he could see how good he tastes. He moaned as his cum flooded his mouth, slipping back and forth between your mouths, before you pulled away from him and you each swallowed some of his release.

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist. “What do we say?” you asked him.

“Thank-thank you,” he stuttered out as he stared at you.

You ran your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears he’d shed during his orgasm. You brought your thumbs to his mouth and forced it open, his lips instinctively wrapping around them. “Good boy."

~masterlist~

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rogerswifesblog · 10 months ago

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Omg I love "its all about the", I like that the roles are changed and we get to see how it could be when a man is the one needing some help!

I have a drabble request if I May, how would steve reaction if maybe a bussiness partner of the reader start to flirt with her?

Sending love 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Ohhh thank you! I’m glad you like the dynamics! Tbh I love them myself and have fun with these series/ideas etc:3

To your request…a jealous Stevie? 👀 here you go;

Series Masterlist

Warnings: jealousy, Steve being mean, bad expression of feelings, argument, (reader slaps Steve), alcohol consumption

Pairing: sugar baby Steve x sugar mommy reader

A/N: I’m slowly starting to write again wuhu

Steve started hating all those events were anyone wanted to talk to you. Businesspeople, random guests or anyone else, really. Too many people wanted your attention.

Your attention should be on Steve. Was he possessive? Of course not. (He definitely was.)

“When can we go home? We’ve been here for over three hours…that’s enough”, Steve whined next to you, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist. You chuckled quietly at Steve’s whining, kissing his cheek gently. “Stevie, just a bit longer-maybe you could get us something to drink? I’d like to have a mojito”, you asked, kissing his cheek once again.

He blushed lightly, but nodded. “Fine, one drink and then home?”, since you could tell Steve really wasn’t in the mood to stay any longer, you nodded. It was late anyway. Going home and cuddling on the couch, maybe watching a movie, sounded nice, too.

When Steve disappeared, someone else walked up to you, a man your age that you had met a few times during those dinner parties and events.

You were pretty sure he was also a CEO, though from a completely different company involving a clothing brand-not that you cared much about his company not his Welth.

“What a beautiful dress for a beautiful lady”, his first words were, making you smile a bit, it was a lame but friendly compliment. “Thank you, my boyfriend chose it-oh there he is”, you said when you’ve noticed Steve walked with two glasses.

“This guy? He looks like-“ “I’d be careful with what you choose to say next.” “No, no, I’m not gonna say anything…offensive. It’s just, he looks very young, I’m sure you could have a much better life with someone your age, someone like-“ your loud laugh interrupted his sentence, while you shook your head slowly.

“Thank you for your concern, but I couldn’t imagine a better life than the one I have now”, you said, smiling in Steve's direction. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood to stay here for much longer.

From the bar Steve could see you laughing with some stranger (he had to admit the man looked like a very wealthy and handsome stranger…). Scoffing he took the two drinks and walked quickly up to you, immediately placing a lingering kiss, looking at the stranger when he parted from your soft lips.

“Steve”, he introduced himself to the man. At least he was taller than this stupid guy. But he could tell Carlos-, from what he had introduced himself-had a lot of money, the Rolex showed it all, and he really didn’t want to know how expensive his suit was.

That’s when it hit him.

What if you’d get bored taking care of Steve’s finances all the time? What if you’d rather have someone taken care of your needs?

“Stevie, are you alright?”, you asked, seeing how lost he was in thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll just go to the bathroom real quick, can you hold it for me?” Steve placed his glass in your hand, before disappearing.

“Someone’s in a bad mood, huh, it’s probably past his bedtime”, joked Carlos, making you furrow your eyebrows at him. If he was trying to achieve anything good, he was miserably failing. Especially when he was trying to insult Steve.

So you just kept quiet. “So, how long are you two a thing?”, he asked while leaning against the counter next to you, his shoulder touching yours. “We’ve been together for a while now. And we’re very happy together”, you said while sipping at your mojito.

“And is it serious or just for now? I’d love to try to change your mind about maybe seeing someone your age, you know, you’re a beautiful woman and a date wouldn’t hurt-“ “stop right there. I don’t want to go out with you, I’m in a relationship and I’m very happy, please stop pressuring me or this conversation will have to end right now”, you hissed, but kept a smile on your lips, since you didn’t want anyone to notice the unpleasant encounter.

When Steve joined you again, you immediately wrapped your hand around his bicep after he took his mojito from you. “I don’t feel like finishing the drink, I’m a bit tired”, you said to Steve but loud enough for Carlos to hear. “What a shame, it was such a pleasure to meet such a wonderful woman”, Carlos interrupted whatever Steve wanted to say and took the mojito from your hand, placing it on the counter before taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on your black lace glove.

Steve immediately grabbed your wrists, pulling it away from him before walking with you to the door, not minding anyone, even the people that tried to wish you a nice evening. Not even your friends that he liked.

You knew he wanted to go home but you hadn’t expected him to be this eager to get home as quick as possible.

Thank god you had already texted Clint you’d only finish one drink and go home, so he drove up just in the right moment.

While driving home you tried to cuddle a bit up to Steve but he didn’t react much, only holding your hand lightly. “Is everything alright?” “Sure.”

So something was definitely wrong, but maybe he didn’t want to talk about it in front of Clint, who had become a close friend to Steve.

After entering your shared home Steve took of his jacket and shoes and walked straight to his old room, where he had stayed at the beginning of your relationship. “Steve, what-why are you here?”, you asked in confusion after following him into the room.

“I assumed you don’t want me to sleep with you in one bed tonight”

What?

“What?”, you said your thoughts out loud. “Carlos. You seemed to having found a replacement for me”, his words only made you laugh-and your laugh made him frown. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to laugh but it’s just ridiculous-nobody could replace you”, you walked up to him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“I saw the way you laughed with him-and how he kissed your hand-“ “no, Steve, I laughed at him, not with him. He was saying some bullshit and the kiss…it happened so quickly I didn’t even notice when he pulled my hand-“

“Don’t bullshit me, I know he can treat you better. He could give a better life, a better future-“ “Steve, stop! I don’t need a rich guy-“ “I didn’t say anything about his money, this was your first thought-“ you scoffed at his words.

“Don’t try to make it look like it’s me who noticed his wealth-I saw how you looked at his watch-how you immediately got lost in thought. I knew what you were thinking about. I’m not stupid. But it’s still not what I’m interested in. I want you” “sure, you want a broke college student-or do you prefer the stripper? The broke stripper, that was in depth and needed money-“

You felt your eyes burn at Steve’s words. Did he really think so little of himself? A broke student or just a stripper? “Sweetheart, please let’s sit down and talk about it-“ “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’m not in depth anymore, I have a job, I don’t need all the money anymore, I don’t need your help anymore. I can get by on my own. You can now do with the contract whatever you want-rip it, burn it-I don’t care! Go and get yourself someone who’s your league”, all the accusations made your tears fall even though you tried to hold it back.

For a second you felt like Steve had really only used you for the money-which in the beginning was true, but he lived with you for a year now. And you had confessed your feelings months ago-you two loved each other. You knew. You could feel it.

“Steve I know you don’t mean it like that-“ “what if I do? Maybe it was all a lie? What if I just needed the money? Have you never thought about it? I’m just a poor kid that found a naive woman to get him on his fe-“ before he could finish his sentence you couldn’t stop yourself and slapped him across the face, even surprising yourself with it.

You knew you shouldn’t be overreacting, especially considering he had been drinking all evening, but his words hurt.

“You can either go to sleep or pack your things, it’s your decision”, you hissed, slamming the door behind you.

After taking a shower you walked to your bed, trying to ignore the need to check if steve left his things or had packed-but in the end you opened his night stand. Everything was where it was supposed to be.

You breathed out quietly before laying down and tried to fall asleep, which took you a very long time.

Your dreams were haunted by arguments, fights and tears, all resulting in Steve’s leaving. Would he really want to leave you? Or did he only use you for money? Was the love fake? Maybe he was actually-

“Good morning, Y/N, I made you breakfast”, Steve’s soft voice woke you up, the bed dipping where he sat down at the edge. His hand caressed your cheek, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday-“ while you tiredly opened your eyes, Steve immediately pulled you into a sitting position and his arms.

“I'm so incredibly sorry for all the things I’ve said-I…I don’t know what came over me or why I did it. I don’t think you’re naive or that you only wanted to have some fun with me-sure, maybe this was our deal at the beginning, but it’s not like this anymore. I love you. I love you so much and I hate myself for hurting you like this yesterday”, mumbled Steve, kissing your forehead.

“What happened Steve? Why were you so angry and upset?”, you asked while gently pushing him away by his shoulders, looking him up and down in concern.

He sighed, deeply.

“I’m…I think it’s because I’m scared. And jealous. Sometimes I just feel like it’s all not real. Like you might actually want to be with someone else, someone older, more experienced…more…wealthy..”, he whispered, lowering his head shamefully.

“If I could, I’d want you all to myself and seeing this douche kiss your hand…god, it killed me”, he shook his head, brushing his hand over his face.

You immediately grabbed his hand, pulling it to your lips and leaving a kiss behind. “Oh sweetheart…”

Slowly you sat onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head. „Please, never doubt our love because of some douche…I love you with my whole being, I could never imagine being with someone else…“

You whispered, feeling him hiccup against your neck. “I love you to…mommy”, he whispered in return, making you smile against his hair. “I made you apology breakfast…-“ “I think I want to skip to the dessert”, you teased him, kissing his earlobe gently, before pulling up his shirt over his head.

You felt like you needed to take care of your babyboy today. “First…I think I have to remind you how much I love you baby…”, you whispered, brushing your finger down his stomach.

The way he looked up at you was reason enough why you could never imagine someone else in your life.

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valeriianz · 9 months ago

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For the fic writer asks:

4. Obviously you did research for BitB. I'd love you to ramble about it if you like I'm sure you've got STORIES

5. Did you outline it?

7. How'd you decide it would be Hob's pov?

25-27 I'd love to know a/some favorite lines, details, and any lore you might want to share

omg TJ what wonderful questions! thank you!! this is going to get LONG!

4: Rambling about research!

do you wanna see a screen shot of my bookmarks under my "band au" folder?

man, and that's only what could fit on the screen.

there is... SO MUCH i chose to ignore for this fic. ideas that i had to drop, lines or extra details about the other band members equipment. more logistics, what Lucienne actually does, what Mervyn has to put up with as the new touring stage manager... i realized very early on that i couldn't possibly cram all this (super cool and eye opening) information into the fic and still keep reader's interest and, most importantly, to not stray away from the fact that this is a dreamling fic. whenever i felt myself getting carried away with a side character or job or even social media numbers, gossip, outside POVs, i had to reign myself in and get back on track. there will be time for exploring everything i missed in side stories after BitB is finished. i just hope i still have the energy to write it all.

once, i was so deep into research that after publishing chapter 2, i went into work and when my chef asked what "GA" meant on my prep list, i answered with full confidence, "general admission."

(it means "get ahead.")

the worst part of this entire writing process is im still learning new shit. i havent rewatched or read a lot of what i've saved because, to be very honest, i was feeling a little burnt out. it's why we're kinda full steam dreamling now. it's why ive been glossing over a lot of technical stuff and being vague about conversations amongst the crew/not including it at all. i don't prefer ignoring my research, but at the end of the day i want to still enjoy writing this fic and finish it. even if i can't be as descriptive and detailed and nuanced as i used to be.

5: Did you outline the fic?

(also asked by @hardly-an-escape!)

i wouldn't call what i have a proper "outline," it's more like a 20k word document filled to the brim with notes that i skim at least a dozen times while i'm writing a new chapter (being in my brain is literally hell). i live multichapter life very dangerously. i copy and paste lines or sections (always scattered, never together! augh!) that are meant to go together and plop them in a new document titled "band au ch.#" and then i structure the chapter around what i want to happen.

but to answer this question in the plainest of terms: yeah. i know exactly what's going to happen up until the very end. even if its all in my head and the only concrete shit that's written down are beats/plot points. i'll figure out the rest later!

7: How'd you decide it would be Hob's POV?

i actually never even considered writing it from Dream's POV. this was my first fic in the fandom (which is so nuts to think about lol) and writing in Dream's POV sounded so scary lol. i also just thought Hob's would be easier because i have worked a few backstage shows, back in my college years. i figured eh, i can make this work. and i loved exploring how weird and mysterious musicians can be, from a normie's POV. making Hob a fan first and having him worry about developing a parasocial relationship... it was fun to explore.

25: Share your favorite line

oh god, i have so many haha.

“What are you thinking about?” starting in ch.2 and onward lmao

“It’s–” Dream laughs quietly, bitterly. “I don’t like change.” He says each word with emphasis, eyes trailing down to fixate somewhere past Hob. “And I still hold onto the things I can control, like my instruments–” his eyes swing up to regard Hob apologetically. “Or my clothes or my–” he brings a hand up and wiggles his fingers around his head. “My hair.” ch.4

"His majesty is pleased." ch.5

“You are obsessive,” he states, slow and cool and with a quiet smile cracking through his composure. “Just like me.” ch.7

“You look good.” Hob has to lean in to say so, unwilling to raise his voice amongst the roar of the fans. ch.11

“Del looks like porcelain, but she’s actually made of steel.” Desire swirls the contents of their glass before pushing their shoulders back with a deep breath. “She's tougher than all of us.” ch.11

“Everything. I want…” his fingers tighten in Hob’s hair, pulling him closer, speaking against his lips. “…Everything.” ch.14

26: Share your favorite detail

how intentionally coy Dream behaves. i love keeping him a mystery and deciding when and how much to allow his intentions to peek through has been so fun lol.

Despair is in fact covered in tattoos and piercings! i say this because i feel like sometimes i forget lmao. (but also her and Hob don't interact much so. my bad haha).

Delirium's constant explosion of color in the way she dresses <3

Hob's dedication to his job, Dream, and the people he cares about the most. i don't care if people think i'm making him too soft and good, im gonna project on that man and make him a sweet, sweet simp lmao

and ah, this doesn't matter anymore, and i kinda regret doing it but. i originally had Dream's favorite bass all black but the pickguard was white. so it actually looked like Jessamy. not gonna lie when @designtheendless drew it all black i decided i liked it better that way. and truly i do. that's when i went back to ch.1 and changed it haha. to actually see the guitar with Dream, all done up sparkling black and purple flecks... gosh it's just so him. but then i got up to the reveal that the guitar's name was Jessamy and i was like, "oh, right." lmao. no one seems to care so i'll leave it be.

27: Share a piece of lore you made up for the story

i have a lot lmao. and this post is already so long... im hoping i can get to some if not all of it in side fics in the future. but for now, here's some that's more like headcanons but:

Dream hates flying. he can full on go into panic attacks on the plane if he allows himself to get into his own head.

this was mentioned briefly in ch.4, while Dream was discussing the formation of the band, but Despair was in another band before joining Endless. she is the only character in the fic who gets to keep her English roots (lol sorry) and is the oldest in the band (30).

all of the band members ages: Dream, Desire, and Death are all 28 and Delirium is 22.

Dream can experience subdrop after going too hard during a performance.

Dream paints his own nails, it's very therapeutic.

as an exercise, i explored my own headcanons for Dream in this verse in a word doc, and one thing i will share from it that you might find interesting: If I were to ever give Dream a theological values, I would describe him as a satanist. He is a physical and pragmatic person, nonconforming, and although he is introverted, he enjoys being a part of a community (he loves his band).

also found this in my notes: How Desire and Dream got along was Death making them fight it out. Hob raises an eyebrow “like in a brawl?” He couldn't imagine Desire throwing hands. “No, in a pillow fight that escalated in hair pulling and verbal taunts.”

fic writer asks

#yooooo #this took me a long time to answer lol #i gotta go to bed but #THANK YOU SO MUCH TJ!!#dreamling #(why not. there's a lot here let put it out into the main tag!)#fic: bolt in the blue #im so satisfied ahhh thanks again #:)

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berrypass-de-murdler · 6 months ago

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2 - 15 Christmas in the Garden Maze

(tumblr please don't come after me i'm not trying to start drama 😭)

YAYYYYY THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL way ahead of schedule

hehehe i can't wait until you can see sable she is the cutest frickin thing <3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico is rudely awakened again.

VIOLET: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! LOGICO: It’s still May. VIOLET: Come on! We’re in the garden maze!

Logico has no choice! He waddles to the way. He knows he’s there when he sees a fountain made of fake ice, and a tower covered in fake snow. How cringey! Luckily he’ll fit right in with his penguin demeanor…

Marble, Sable, and Azure are having a great time. Sable runs over and hugs Logico! She is wearing a painfully adorable light-up sweater.

SABLE: Hiiii! Look, I found my calling - I’m Christmas now! LOGICO: What?? I thought you were banned from the holiday party! VIOLET: Um, no! She was banned from THAT holiday party. I can’t kick her out for good! LOOK at her!

Sable stares with the biggest, most guilt-tripping eyes.

LOGICO: My GOD, I had no idea you’d turn out this manipulative. SABLE: [giggles] That’s the point!

Violet takes Logico aside.

VIOLET: Christmas in Drakonia is all about celebrating the monarchy, and trying to bring it back! LOGICO: Why? VIOLET: We’re all rich, so it would be great for us to have the most power! LOGICO: …

Violet suddenly screams again! Logico looks over at a mall santa who has kicked the bucket.

LOGICO: Glad there are no children at this party, I guess…

As he looks for clues, the guests exchange gifts. Marble brings out a huge wrapped present.

AZURE: Is that for me? MARBLE: Oh, no dear. It’s a bomb! AZURE: [laughs and shakes her head] Why didn’t I think of that?

Logico knows better by now than to pin the blame on the most suspicious person - they’re ALL the most suspicious person.

MARBLE: Your gift is right over… there.

Azure looks in a stocking. It’s a lump of coal!

AZURE: Ha ha, very f-

Marble disappeared! And poor Sable awkwardly props up the dead Santa and takes a selfie with it. Logico cringes so hard…

In the dead of night, Irratino jerks himself awake, shaking in a cold sweat. He bats around for Logico, but there’s just a pillow in his place. He clutches it tightly and quietly sobs.

Even though any one of them could have done it really, the real killer turns out to be Azure!

AZURE: No wait! I was trying to protect Lady Violet! LOGICO: From Santa Claus? AZURE: NO! That wasn’t the real Santa! That was a Red spy! Can’t you see? His suit… is RED!

Logico is genuinely less concerned about that logic and more so the casual mention of ‘the real Santa’.

AZURE: I had to do what any self-respecting woman of God would do… kill him.

Logico faceplants just to feel something real.

VIOLET: Well… all right, you can stay! It was an innocent mistake. LOGICO: N-

He can’t even speak. Sable turns on a radio that starts blaring the most obnoxious Christmas carols! And they all dance. Except for Logico. Logico wants to die.

The end!

I'm gonna tell myself that the fandom is against me because i defended chalk

My precious chonkers <3

he's in the next episode omg!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse #blamemoriarty2024

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soobnny · 1 year ago

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hi sue, I am here to request question 14 with kim seungmin !! 💗

my answer: god… how did it become love?

honestly, everything about him just started pulling me in until I was falling for him, completely and hopelessly. things like his adorable smile, seeing the endless hard work he puts into his vocal skills and career, the subtle ways he cares for his friends... and he would also do all these sweet things for me, like buying me food, joking around when he noticed I was feeling down, and tucking me into bed when I was drunk. and—oh! this might be silly, but one thing that made me really fall hard was seeing him when he had just woken up. he was all fluffy hair and droopy eyes... it was kind of a vulnerable state to see him in, adorably intimate, and he was just so so cute in that moment.

…it tore me up for awhile because, for the longest time, I had no idea he felt the same way. when he confessed to me it might have been one of the happiest moments of my life, haha! I had no idea he had been pining for me just as hard as I was for him. I could hardly believe it, but now he's mine, and I love him more than the world. <3

a little about me: I’m more likely to be the one listening rather than the one talking, I’ve been told that despite being a massive introvert I seem really bubbly and outgoing, and I am also madly in love with kim seungmin. I go completely crazy over any kind of best friends to lovers trope (EIGHTEEN REMAINS MY FAVORITE COMFORT FIC <333) and I absolutely WOULD cry if seungmo confessed to me bc I get emotional easily and I just love him sm omg.

thank you for this little event!! I had so much fun writing my answer haha!! thank u for allowing me to indulge in my delusions and congrats again on 6k 💗💗💗

how did it become love?

seungmin shifts in his seat, watching as they place the noise cancelling headphones on your head. he throws you a thumbs up paired with a little smile—blink and you’ll miss it. when you confirm you can’t hear anything, he turns to face the camera briefly as if waiting for their ‘go’ signal to start speaking.

“i’ve never actively sought out love the way some of my friends have.” he starts, clearing his throat as if to prepare himself for engaging in a conversation so serious in front of prying eyes. “so, for the longest time, i’d been content without it. i realized it had become love with her when—“

he pauses to make eye contact with you, heart suddenly growing tenfold. “i noticed myself talk more. it’s not that i don’t talk, but i’ve always just liked listening. with her, i just… talked a lot. i liked finding ways to make her smile, laugh, anything. so i guess the deeper answer to the question was when i realized i’d do things out of my routine just to see her smile.”

seungmin hasn’t looked away since, corners of his lips turned up in a gentle smile when he sees you quietly swinging your legs to the music. you have no clue what he’s saying.

“and i’m someone who values my routine. i like the comfort i’d built for myself for the longest time, and yet i find myself including her in this little wall i’ve built. and the thing is, i don’t mind it one bit because she just fits so perfectly. she respects my values, and understands my boundaries so i just, i really appreciate that.”

he nods his head, seemingly done with his response. he feels a little awkward for letting out such a vulnerable answer. it’s almost cute how he reaches forward to grab your hand before letting it fall, realizing the cameras aren’t done shooting yet.

both sides event

#.both sides event

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alwaysdaydreaming1 · 11 months ago

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Bam Margera smut/long story

Summary : y/n works on the set of Jackass and Bam has a thing for her. One question leads to 100 feelings .

Part two : I know I promised smut and there is a little smut but I’ve just become too invested in this story and I love the slow burn 😭 thinking about making a small series of this. So there will be a part three🤪

Chapter two : So close 💋

It was cold and gloomy outside. The guys had planned to film a few stunts outside today but that plan went out the window when rain started pouring down and the sun hid behind the dark clouds.

The guys were all sat around the long table in the conference room. The jackass crew had a building downtown LA where the crew would edit the clips they got during filming. And sometimes, like today, Jeff would take the chance to go trough some of the guys ideas and make plans to film them.

You were standing in the small kitchen pouring yourself a big cup of coffee. It was hard not to feel tired on days like these. The sound of the metal spoon as you were stirring you’re coffee made you close you’re eyes and tilt you’re head back. The silence sat like a pair of headphones over your ears “tired?” The question made you jump and spill some of your coffee on the counter “Jesus Johnny you scared me” you grabbed some tissue from the table and started to clean the counter. Johnny chuckled and walked up to stand beside you opening the cupboard and took a cup of coffee “you look nice today “ he said whilst pouring himself some coffee. You looked down at your outfit. A pair of black converse, your favourite blue jeans and a black top. You looked up at him. He is so much taller than you.

You didn’t know what to say so you just smiled at him. He turned his tall body to you and you could feel his fingers move a strand of you’re hair from you’re face “how old are you” he asked and you couldn’t help but laugh a little “don’t get caught lacking Knox” you picked you’re cup up and walked out the door where you almost walked right into Bam. Almost spilling your coffee for a second time today. “Woah careful there y/n” his deep blue eyes and big smile made you sweat a little. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans. His rings shining from the ceiling lamp above you. “Morning” you just said quietly. As you walked past him his arm brushed against you. You stopped in your tracks. “Hey y/n?” You met his eyes, he looked fidgety, scratching the back of his head, “ yeah”?”

As Bam was about to say something Knoxville came trough the door “what’s up guys , woah…. The tension is thick here, holy shit have you guys boned ”

“Omg Knoxville stop” you scurried off into the long corridor down to the conference room.

Later on that day the crew had decided that we would be going to our next filming location tonight already. The weather didn’t seem to get any better and the guys were getting antsy and wanted to film . We would be travelling a few hours in two big tour buses. You were travelling with SteveO, Jeff, Dave , Ry and …..Bam.

It was around 9 on and you were sitting on the couch in the bus reading your book and listening to music. You had your favourite song on repeat. You felt a heavy body sit down next to you, looking up from your book you saw Bam “what are ya listening too?” He took one headphone from your ear and put it in his, bobbing his head up and down at the song “you have good taste in music “. You felt the bus stop and knew you had arrived at the next gas station. The bus had toilets but the thought of someone listening made you nervous so you nervous.

The cold air struck your face as you walked down the steps. You and the guys walked over to the gas station. The group split up, some buying snacks and drinks and others that needed the bathroom. You walked behind SteveO and Bam to the side of the gas station. The bathrooms looked rough and dark from the outside “I’m glad I don’t have to go in by myself “ SteveO said with his usual big smile as he opened the door to the men’s bathroom “good luck “ Bam said doing a little military salut at you. You carefully pushed the door open and went in. The ceiling lamp was broken and the only light in there came from the small side light as the mirrors. Stains almost everywhere, needles, aluminium foil and hair dye scattered among the room.

You debated if it was worth getting whatever disease you’d be getting from the toilets. The sound of some of the guys already heading back to the bus awoke you from your deep thoughts. With your foot you pushed the toilet door open. And what you saw made your heart drop.

A rat big as a cat. It was nibbling on what looked like some other small animal and you felt as if you’re body froze but once the rat had noticed you it started running towards you and a big scream left you’re mouth ”AAAAA omg omg omg ” You ran towards the door and swung it open still screaming. The moment you ran out the door you ran right in to Bam who was standing right outside greeting you with a smile before looking concerned. ”omg omg omg” you couldn’t stop you’re body and you ran right in to Bam making you both fall over. You landing on top of Bam.

You looked back to see if it was still chasing you. ”What the hell y/n whats going on”. You took a big breath and looked at Bam again.

Ashamed at what had happened and the fact that the guys work with way more dangerous animals daily you whispered ”there was a rat” Bam started laughing way to loudly and passionately ”A rat!, I didn’t know you were such a easy scare y/n”.

For a moment you were just looking at Bams big smile and how his eyes looked when he laughed until you realised that you were still laying on top of him and suddenly you felt house close he was.

You could feels his chest and hips against yours, your feet in between his and his lips so close to yours. And then.. You felt something that only he had pushing into you. Something hard against you’re lower stomach sinking in to you’re soft exposed skin. Bam noticed that you had noticed it ”uuhh” you don’t know what got into you but you’re hand slowly slid down Bams side feeling his waist and suddenly you’re hand was right in between you’re lower stomach and his very hard dick.

With big eyes you watched you’re own hand but Bams eyes were glued on yours. Watching as you’re curious eyes wandered.

”Hey! What the fuck you guys doing, you fucking or something?” SteveO shouted out from the bus window. You stood up quickly looking over at SteveO. Bam stood up quickly behind you adjusting his pants. Luckily SteveO seemed to not notice what was actually going on and was just making a joke.

You quickly made you’re way to the bus trying to not act weird.

You tossed and turned all night never being able to get comfortable. You sat up in the small tour bus bunk bed and poked you’re head out trying to see the clock on the wall in the dark. 3 am. ”Fuck” you laid back down looking up into the ceiling that was very close to you.

You decided you needed some air and as quite as you could you wiggled into you’re shorts, you could never sleep with pants on, and carefully stepped down the ladder.

The floor creaked beneath you as you grabbed your cardigan and shoes.

The silence outside was nice and it wasn’t too cold anymore. You leaned against the bus and looked up at the dark sky. Closing you’re eyes and just listening to the wind.

” Hey” someone whispered in you ear ”holy fucking shit” you screamed out loud. Bams hand was suddenly on you’re mouth and he had pushed you up against the bus. ”shhhh you’ll wake the guys” Bam laughed and you couldn’t help but also laugh behind his hand.

”What are you doing out here” He asked ”what are you doing out here” you asked back. ”youre not as quite as you think” you giggled and Bam studied you’re face and how you looked when you laughed. He looked deep into you’re eyes, to you’re lips and then back into you’re eyes. You’re cheeks got burning hot and you’re lips parted. Bam got closer touching you’re hand. He couldn’t help but look down at you’re cleavage.

The cold breeze gave your legs goosebumps but you’re upper body was burning hot from Bams body heat. You looked into his blue eyes. Some black strands of hair hanging down his forehead. He looked so hot watching you. Studying you’re face. You felt his calloused finger pads circling the back of you’re hand ”you have very soft hands” you chuckled low ”its cherry blossom from nivea” he brought you’re hand up to his nose, closed his eyes and took a whiff ”it smells nice”.

Youre body wanted to be closer to his, you’re lips wanted to feels his but you’re mind was the problem. You got scared. You really didn’t want to be scared and you didn’t want to seem scared in front of Bam but you were.

”Should we go back inside” he whispered.

”no, i don’t think we should” you whispered back even more quite, stepping closer to him, eyes meeting eyes, lips so so close, fingers interlocked. You let go of Bams hands and brought them up to his hair. Twisting his curls between you’re fingers. His hands now on you’re waist, squeezing you’re sides.

”Y/n” you could feel his words land on you’re lips. So, fucking, close

”What are you guys doing out he-” You heard Dunns voice crack at the end of the sentence ”Whoa, I’m sorry guys, sorry sorry sorry” he covered his eyes with his hand.

Bam stepped back from you, dropping his hands and scratching the back of his head looking at you then looking at Dunn.

”What are you doing up Ry” You licked you’re chapped lips and combed trough you’re hair with you’re fingers ”well its kinda hard to sleep when someone is out here yelling”

”see I told you it would wake them up” Bam whisper yelled at you and they both started laughing

”hey it was you’re fault!” You jokingly hit Bams shoulder.

”Bam made you scream like that?” Dunns jaw almost hitting the ground ”yes, well no! not how you think!” The three of you stood there laughing for some time.

”Im getting kinda cold, I’m gonna head inside” you said awkwardly. Once inside you look at the rest of the guys sleeping and you tried to be as quite as possible climbing up to you’re bunk. Bam and Ry were still outside and you could hear them talking but you couldn’t hear any words.

Bam pov

”What the fuck man, why did you have to ruin it” his voice agitated.

”Bro I didnt know you two were hooking up out here” Dynn defended himself

”well we didn’t actually make it to that part because of you, you dick” They both laughed. Dunn knew Bam wasn’t actually angry at him only annoyed.

Bam reached for the door handle but before he could open it Dunns hand stopped him ”Dont hurt her Bam, I know she puts on a tough face but deep down she’s been hurt before”

”I know, I know. Im not going to. She’s not like any girl I’ve ever met” he said looking Dunn deep in his eyes, wanting Dunn to believe his words.

They both went inside, Dunn walking over to his top bunk and Bam sitting on his bottom one looking up at you’re bed. Wondering if you were sleeping or if you were thinking about the same thing he was. So fucking close.

Y/n pov

The feeling of you’re warm and soft skin against the bed sheets was disturbed as you felt a stern hand shake you’re shoulder ”wakey wake pretty girl” you squint you’re eyes looking at the person in front of you. It was Ry.

”leave me aloneeeee” you tried to roll over but his hands held you in place facing him ”if you stop staying up all night you wouldn’t feel so tired in the morning” you’re eyes opening fully ”shut up Ry”. Sitting up and looking around you could see the bus was empty except for you and Ryan.

”where are the guys?” He held his hand out helping you down ” oh there in the other bus having breakfast and talking about the plans for today” as you heard him say that they were all in the other bus you’re chest filled with some hope ”doe that mean I finally get to take a shower in the bus” you usually showered at the nearest gym when you and the guys were on the road but there hadn’t been one along the way yet.

”I mean I guess, the guys just went over there so they will be there for a while, knock yourself out”

Ry grabbed his hoodie and went out the door.

You took you’re time in the shower, washing you’re hair, shaving you’re legs and after you got all lotioned up. It felt so nice to feel clean again. The bus bathroom was small and with just a tiny ventilator bringing some fresh air in. But it still got so hot. You were only wearing a towel as you still put on lotion and perfume.

Carefully listening trough the door if anyone had come back yet but it seemed quite.

You unlocked the door and swung it open, holding the short towel trying to cover yourself.

The cold air hitting your warm skin. Poking you’re head out to make sure the coast was clear you quickly, tipped on you’re wet toes over to you’re bunk. Grabbing your clothes and just as you turned around to go change in the bathroom there he stood. Gawking.

”that towel is, veryyy small” Bams eyes eying you up and down

”don´t get any ideas” you shot him a stern look.

”How can I not, when you’re standing in front of me like that” you felt you’re chest heat up

”get outta here dirty boy” you walked into the small bathroom and locked the door behind you.

With you’re back leaning against the door you couldn’t help but smile a little. Feeling like a little school girl with a crush.

Later that day you had finally gotten to the filming location. It was a hot and sunny day. You had ended up at a big skate park and the guys were doing some tricks. You were sitting next to Jeff and the rest of the filming crew holding you’re breath at every stunt.

You had already patched up a few of the guys and you were just waiting for something really bad to happen when they had built a bigger and way too steep ramp for Bam and Tony to go down.

You went over to you’re medical stuff to get some stuff ready if someone got hurt.

As they were still fixing with the ramp you heard someone walk up behind you ”hey y/n”

You saw Bam shirtless and sweaty. Wearing only his black baggy jeans and you could see his purple boxers just above the jeans ”hey Bam” the two of you couldn’t help but smile as you saw each other ”could you do me a favor” you raised an eyebrow ”Whats that”

”Im not saying you’re not capable of fixing me but maybe have an actual ambulance on stand by” he chuckled

”you scared?” You teased him

” have you seen that fucking ramp, it could count as just a big wall with how steep it is” you looked over at the ramp and he was right

”well you’re gonna be wearing a helmet aren’t you” Bam was quiet and you looked away from the ramp and at him ”hey you have to wear a helmet!” He just started laughing ”you sound like my mom” you were setting up you’re essentials, bandages, wet cloths and needle and thread ”you intend to use that?” He looked a little nervous

”what are you more afraid of getting stitches that going down that ramp?”

As he turned around to walk towards the others you yelled just so he could hear ”don´t die” he turned around again and came closer to you ”well if I die I really wished I would have gotten to kiss you yesterday” then he went back to the guys to talk about the stunt and he left you there with the words hanging in the air. He wished he had kissed you.

You were all sitting around the filming crew as Tony and Bam stood at the top of the ramp. The atmosphere was tense, with the rest of the guys standing around looking up.

”Im Bam Margera, this is the one and only Tony Hawk, and were about to go down the death ramp” the camera zoomed in on them and the second after you saw them both go down and you held you’re breath.

Ryan noticed and grabbed you’re hand and you squeezed it tightly.

And just like that they had done it. Bam had landed it but just as Tony came down he slipped and fell on his side.

The guys ran over and cheered them both on. Giving them high fives and helping Tony up ”ouch fuck” you heard Tony say and you could see he had a big scratch on his arm ”oooh bro that looks gnarly” Knoxville said ” Ryan let go of you’re hand and walked up to the others ”hey let y/n help you with that”

You smiled at Tony and helped him over to you’re stuff, sitting him on the concrete curb as you cleaned his arm with rubbing alcohol, he hissed at the pain ”sorry” you said with a smile. Tony looked up at you and smiled back.

”So, whats with you and Bam” you looked at Johnny. It was around lunch and everyone was scattered around set, eating and chatting.

”i dont know what you mean” you kept eating you’re salad ” Oh come on y/n, I might be stupid but Im not blind”

”Honestly Knox I don’t know what you’re talking about ” you played dumb ” yeah right” . Dunn sat down at the picnic table in front of you and Knoxville ”what you guys talking about” and before Knoxville could say a word ”we were just talking about what we should do tonight” . Knoxville playfully hit the side of your leg with his.

”well there is this pool party we’ve been invited to, that could be fun” he said. ”ooohh finally I get to see you in a bikini” Johnny leaned against you’re shoulder teasing you. You didn’t mind, you knew he didn’t mean anything bad.

After being out in the sun all day filming you had fallen asleep straight away when you and the guys got to the hotel. You awoke to the loud noise of banging on the hotel door and before you could even process it Dunn and Pontius had opened the door and were jumping on the bed

” Time to get up y/n” pontiffs shouted in you’re face ”omg you guys are insane” the were laughing and jumping up and down ”hey you’re an hour late we thought you had died in here” Dunn sat down.

”an hour?!” You quickly sat up ”are the other guys already there?” You stood up and searched trough you’re bag that was laying on the floor for a bikini ”yeah” Pontius held up the bikini you threw on the floor ”ooo hot”.

”freak” you said and grabbed them from his hands ”okay ill be just a minute” you were in a hurry and didn’t notice that you hadn’t closed the door the whole way.

You didn’t have to do you’re makeup or hair since it was a pool party but you wanted to look a little more awake so when you had put you’re bikini on you stood in the mirror applying some mascara and lipgloss. You had gotten a pretty nice suntan in you’re face from earlier today.

You did a little spin in the mirror, checking yourself out in the bikini making sure you looked good.

Thats when you caught Ryans eyes looking through the open door. You’re face went red and all you did was smile at him and he smiled back.

You put on some shorts and a black tank top and then the three of you were out the door.

You could hear the party from down the street.

You went into the big house and saw lots of people. You spotted some of the jackass crew and walked up to them.

”look who’s here” SteveO shouted, clearly already drunk. You stood around talking to the guys and some of their friends you had never met. You couldn’t spot Bam anywhere but you didn’t want to ask Knoxville who was closest to you at the moment, knowing he’d only tease you.

You went out to the pool and saw people jumping in the water. Dunn being one of them. He looked up and saw you ”hey get in here y/n” you hadn’t had enough to drink and you felt a little out of place standing there in just a bikini. But before you knew it someone pushed you in the pool.

The water was cold and the pool was deep. As you swam up and rubbed you’re eyes you saw Pontius laughing ”asshole” you yelled at him and he just shot you a kiss.

Then he tore off his trousers and jumped in the pool making a big splash. You stayed in the pool for a bit. Play fighting with some other people. Sitting on Pontius shoulders trying to get Dunn off the shoulders of SteveO.

Dunn was stronger than you and he pushed you shoulders back making you fall back into the pool.

When you swam up you saw Bam sitting on a beach chair with a girl. His arm around her. Talking and laughing. Her head leaning against his shoulder. The one you had recently patched up from when he fell off his board. You felt you’re heart drop and tears form in you’re eyes. What the fuck was he doing.

”hey y/n you okay?” Dunn came up behind you ”yeah, yeah I’m just gonna get something to drink” you swam towards the ladder and climbed up. Picking your clothes up from the floor and walking inside.

Dunn looked over at where you were looking before and saw the same thing you did ”idiot” he whispered to himself.

Once inside the house you opened the cooler and saw a bottle of jack. You took the bottle and poured it into a red cup that was standing on the counter. You knew jack wasn’t a liquor you sipped but you poured it all the way to the edge of the cup and then took a swig of the bottle before putting it back half empty.

You took three big chugs and felt the burning down you’re throat.

You got invited by some people to play beer pong and you said yes. After some time you felt the alcohol kick in and you felt you’re head getting dizzy. You went out the front door to get some air.

Sitting down on the front porch you thought about what you had seen and you felt betrayed even tho you and Bam weren’t a thing really.

It felt as if the words he had said had meant nothing to him. You heard the door behind you open. Looking back you saw Ryan.

He sat down next to you ”heeeey Ry” you said ”hey y/n”. He looked at you’re cup ”What are you drinking?” You offered him the cup and he took it ”ouff, Jesus you’ve been drinking jack straight like that, you are crazy” he made you laugh, he always had ways to make you laugh.

You knew it was the alcohol but you looked at him and how pretty he was ”Im sorry about what you saw, I really don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, sometimes I don’t think he does either” you took the cup back and gulped down the rest of the liquid ” he’s just an idiot that cant handle his own feelings, I know he wants you, he’s just so scared” you looked at Ryans lips as he spoke, not really listening.

You leaned in and without hesitation you kissed him. You felt how surprised he was but he didn’t pull back just yet. His lips were soft and you could feel he stubble of his beard against you’re skin.

You broke off the kiss looking at him and his reaction. He looked so confused and his cheeks were red. You couldn’t believe you just did that ” I’m sorry”

He didn’t know what to say, all that came out was ”its okay”.

You stood up and went back inside trying to find a bathroom. As you found one you went in and closed the door behind you. You looked at yourself in the mirror ”what the fuck are you doing” you said to yourself. You felt yourself getting angrier. You knew you had gotten you’re dads temper and you couldn’t help but wanting to hit something when you’re angry. Like when you tried to push and hit Bam that night at the hotel.

You thought about all the things Bam had said and rage filled you’re head. You’re eyes went black and you hit you’re hands down on the bathroom counter. You felt a sharp cutting feeling on you’re left hand. As you looked down you saw there was blood everywhere. You hadn’t seen the glass standing there.

You were in shook and you felt as if you couldn’t move. You were used to blood and patching other people up but it was different when it was you. The side of you’re hand was fully cut up.

The door swung open and Bam stomped in

” I’m so fucking sorry y/n, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I- I just saw you today holding Dunns hand and then flirting with Tony. And I know you and Dunn are just close friends but I guess it made me fucking jealous. Him being able to hold your hands so easily.” He rambled on not noticing you’re hand. You were still in shock and looked at you’re hand trough the mirror not saying anything ”and I gue- I guess I just got fucking jealous and I didn’t mean for you to get upset from me sitting with that girl, she doesn’t mean anything I promise” he paced back and forth. At last he looked at you trough the mirror, standing behind you ”y/n I’m so fucking sorry, why aren’t you saying anything”.

Thats when he followed you’re eyes to see where they had stuck and he saw the blood gushing from you’re hand and the shards of glass everywhere ”holy shit, what the fuck happened” you still didn’t move or say anything ”y/n, y/n look at me, are you okay” you felt Bams panic and you looked at him. It felt as if you couldn’t speak. ”what do you need, do you want me to call an ambulance?”.

”no” it came out as a whisper ”is-is-is there a medical box in here. You held you’re own hand trying to stop the bleeding.

Bam opened every drawer and cabinet searching until he found a small first aid box ”what do you need from it”

”I need antibacterial wipes and a some bandaids and bandages” there was no air the room.

Bam threw the stuff up on the counter. You’re hands were shaking as you tried to wipe the cut ”y/n here sit down, let me” he sat you down on top of the toilet. Squatting down and taking the wipes from you’re other hand he started to wipe down the cut. You hissed at the pain and you felt a single tear fall down you’re cheek. ”here hold the wipe on there” he stood up and poured some water into you’re empty red cup ”drink” you did as he said and he kept going with the wipes. You chugged the water, setting the cup back down. ”take out some band aids and put a few horizontal to the cut” Bam did as you said ” now cut a piece of bandage and wrap it over the band aids, down to the wrist, but leave the thumb out”. You had never seen him this concentrated on something. He was really trying to not mess up.

As he secured the bandage with a safety pin you felt yourself getting dizzy again. Bam noticed it and quickly gave you some more water ” I guess the loss of blood and the alcohol in you’re body isn’t really helping you” it made you chuckle a little and Bam felt like he could finally breath out.

He sat down again leaning on you’re knees. ” Im sorry” every word took you’re strength from you ”what are you saying sorry for, I’m the one that has cause all this”

”I didn’t flirt with Tony, I just smiled at someone that had just gotten hurt”. His puppy dog blu eyes looked at you ” I know, but to me it looked like flirting and then it got into my head and I get all weird and fucked up I am so sorry I never meant for this to happen”. You were not sure if you should tell Bam about the kiss with Dunn. It probably wasn’t the right time. But when was.

”Bam, I-I- ki” he squeezed you’re knee ”no stop I don’t want to hear you say sorry, I’m tired of getting interrupted every time I have you to myself”

He crashed his lips into yours. It took you by surprise. But his kiss helped you calm down and breath trough you’re nose. His lips tasted of beer. You’re right hand held his arm. Bams tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily let it in. He moved his head back ”have you been drinking jack?” His eyebrows furrowed.

” I wasn’t sure what to mix it with so I just drank it straight” you said smiling but also a little embarrassed at your lack of knowledge on alcohol. Bams lips curled into a smile “wow I didn’t know I was in here with fucking Tommy Lee”.

You’re laughs filled the bathroom. He moves some strands of hair from you’re face ” you’re a fucking badass, do you know that”.

You connected you’re lips to him again. You’re tougues fought over dominance, Bam letting you win. You stood up and he followed you. He backed you up to the warm towel holder, holding his arm out so you didn’t hit you’re head. You’re hands laid on top of his chest feeling his heart.

His hands traveled from you’re face down to you’re waist tightly pulling you in closer.

”fuck I´ve been wanting to do this for so long”. The kiss got more intense and you reached up for his curls and as you did you’re hand accidentally hit Bams elbow ”ouch fuck” Bam broke the kiss and looked at you worried ”careful there Lee” he pressed his lips on you’re bandage. With you’re right hand you held his chin, making him look at you.

You couldn’t keep off each other. Lips licking lips, you’re fingers tangled in his hair, Bams tight grip on you’re waist. One of his hands traveling down you´re hip. It was hot and you foreheads stuck together with sweat, saliva on you’re chin, breasts pushed up against his chest.

”Anyone in here!?”

Before one of you could answer, Knoxville stood right there in the doorway. Mouth shaped like a capital O. He just started laughing, that famous Johnny Knoxville evil laugh. He didn’t notice the shattered glass. ”I´ll just use the other bathroom I guess “ he left the door open as he walked away laughing”

”I think you need to drink some more water and rest your hand, maybe eat something ” Bam said still holding you tight. As much as you wanted Bams lips on yours again you knew he was right.

You held his hand as you guys went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took out the orange juice, pouring you a glass. The party had died down a bit, people mostly hanging out. You sat on the kitchen isle watching Bam make you a sandwich. It looked as if the man had never made a sandwich before. The butter tore apart the bread when he spread it and for topping options he had taken out ham, cheese and… whipped cream?

You couldn’t help but giggle ”are you laughing at me” he looked at you offended

”maybe”

”ham? Cheese?” He held the two options in his hands ”no whipped cream?” You teased him ” is that what that is” he looked at the jar and put it back in the fridge.

He cut the sandwich in two and handed you one piece ”thanks” out of habit you went to take it in you’re left hand but accidentally dropped it in you’re lap when you felt the pain from the cut ”hey let me help you” you tightened the bandage ”what you’re gonna like feed me”

”maybe” he ripped a small piece of sandwich ”open you’re mouth” you did as he said and took the bite ”mmhm good” he took a bite from you’re sandwich ”not too bad actually”.

Ryan came into the kitchen noticing you’re hand right away ”what the hell happened to you’re hand y/n” he rushed over ”oh I just cut myself making a sandwich” you don’t know why you lied, maybe you were ashamed of you’re rage. ”Bam there was some skater dude that wanted to talk to you about some magazine shoot”. Bam rushed out

”I´ll be right back”

Dunn opened the fridge and took out a beer ”what happened to you’re hand?”. He could always tell when you were lying.

” I just told you”.

He stood in front of you leaning against the counter. The silence was disturbing. It had never been like this between you and Ry. You’ve ruined it.

”Ry, I´m so sorry, I don’t know why I did what I did out on the porch”

”Tell me what happened to you’re hand and you’re forgiven” it was a weird request but you’d do anything for there to not be any bad blood between you and Dunn.

”I got angry and I accidentally punched down on a glass in the bathroom” he came closer and took your hand in his.

”ouch” you knew you would have to take a look at it tomorrow and see if you needed stitches.

”You did what you did because Im you’re best friend and you trust me. And you love me. The way I love you as a bestfriend. Im not mad. I just want you to always be honest with me, the way I’m always honest with you”.

What he said was true. You didn’t kiss him because you were in love with him but you just loved him.

Bam came back into the kitchen ”whatcu guys talking about”. Ryan forcefully put his beer down, grabbed Bams face with both his hands and kissed him on the lips

”bro” Bam started laughing pushing Ryan back

”kissing best friends, we were talking about kissing best friends” he let go of Bam, grabbed his beer and ran out.

Bam wiped his lips and took a sip of you’re orange juice. He jumped up on the kitchen isle and sat next to you. His knee touching yours and shoulders leaning together. He gave you another small piece of the sandwich and then took a bite himself ” so, kissing best friends huh? You got any hot best friends you’ve kissed” you couldn’t help yourself but laugh. You knew Bam meant some kind of hot girl best friend ”what? why are you laughing “

“Yeah maybe “ you said still laughing.

“Oooo hot” Bam answered as he fed you another piece of the sandwich.

#smut #long story #drinking #angst #slow burn

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nothoughtsjustficrecs · 1 month ago

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I thoroughly enjoyed this story! I love myself a good crack fic and this definitely made me laugh! And it ended so sweetly too.

Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go because I knew I'd forget otherwise so below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such]

“ and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen! ” hell yeah I am!

“ “so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.” ” STAB HIM IN THE BOOTY idk why that was my immediate reaction to this pls ignore me

“ so what can go wrong? ” oh no, we all know those are famous final words

“ who vaguely matched ” okay this got me chuckling

“ “Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” ” 😂

“ Now if you were stupid like Seokmin ” omg ��😂😂 DRAG HIS ASSSS

“ Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. ” re-fucking-latable. Nothing gets to me quicker than false accusations

“ “So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!” ” tut, tut, tut, dumbasses

“ Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. ” poor baby

“ makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people ” this mental image is hilarious ngl

“ he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world ” agreed

“ You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!” ” he’s such a little shit and I love that for him

HE GAVE HER HIS FIRST CREATION I AM SCREECHING THAT’S SO FUCKEN CUTE

Aww a love letter, how cute

Paring: seungcheol x fem!reader

Requested: no

Release date: 24-04-24

Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au

Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?, cheol is a menace, brief mentions of drugs (do tell me if i missed anything)

summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

Word count: 5.8k

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Beta reader(s): @wonuwrites-main and @anonmonty (sweet sweet angles helped me with proof reading, or else im fucking incompetent)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

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It is a beautiful day, and like they always say: beautiful things happen on beautiful days, and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen!

The plan is simple—you and Jun have gone over it at least fifty times, and Seokmin has been standing there listening to you both intently throughout the whole ordeal.

“So, let’s go over it once again,” you say, pointing at the white board with the picture of a man, Mingyu to be exact, the heir to the Kim Corp. and your target.

“He leaves his office to have coffee every afternoon exactly at 3pm at the nearest café named ‘Carvery’, am I right?” Jun and Seokmin nod with a concentrated look on their faces.

“Next he goes to the park, sits there for fifteen minutes, on most days, and then takes the path that leads them straight back to the building, correct?” The two men again nod, and then Jun takes over the talking.

“More often than not, he hates company during his afternoon runs, so the best chance we have of abducting the man is when he is between the café and the park. This will give us at least a twenty-minute head start before the police and his family start looking for him.”

Now you and Seokmin nod at the man, and Seokmin takes the podium to present the next part.

“Jun and I will be on the streets while y/n waits in the car, and from the background check we ran last month, we know the man is well trained in martial arts, so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.”

“And after the guy is unconscious, we will flee with his ass~,” adds Jun.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” you laugh as you high five the two men.

Indeed, it was a solid plan. You three had considered every possibility and chosen this day to execute your plan. It’s perfect and thorough, so what can go wrong?

A lot apparently.

You reached the destination ten minutes early to give Seokmin and Jun ample amount of time to prepare for the attack.

As you parked your car near the pavement where the abduction would take place, you see a man walk past the car wearing a beige trench coat with some sort of concoction from the coffee shop.

Now if you were a seasoned abductor, you would have known not to mess with the person as the timing was not right. But that was not the case, and seeing a person who vaguely matched the physical descriptions of the man you were actually supposed to abduct gave you enough reason to jump the gun and take this man hostage.

Before you could process anything, Seokmin jumped on the guy, trying to tackle him while Jun tried to find a way to inject the drug into his system. After another minute of struggle, taking at least five punches in their abdomen and faces, both the men were successful in sedating the man.

They hurriedly carried him to the car and you three sped off to the base to ask his family for ransom.

You have been back at the base for three hours now. As you look at the unconscious man tied to the chair in front, you realize the grave mistake you made by not seeing his face the minute you were actually kidnapping him.

“I mean if you look at his eyes, they look very similar to the real target, you know. Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” Jun says in a wise tone. Now if you were stupid like Seokmin, you would have accepted this analogy of his just like the hundred others he had spewed in the past two hours, but you are not. So, you hit the guy’s head while calmly saying.

“Will you keep quiet for a minute? You know as well as I that this is the wrong man. We don’t even know who he actually is. So, we wait for him to gain consciousness and then interrogate him.”

You have figured that screaming and crying will get you nowhere. All it will do is trigger Seokmin’s panic attack, and you do not think he can manage another one after the one hour long one he just resurfaced from.

“Our best bet is that we abducted a pretty important dude, or else we know the boss will have our meat served to his dogs for their nightly feasts,” you continued.

“I can see he is wearing pretty costly brands all over. My guts say he is rich,” Seokmin pipes up.

“Seok, your gut told you to scream for the past hour. I don’t trust it a lot now,” you complain.

“I think it’s your fault, too. You should have stopped us from abducting the guy instead of just staring from the car, you know,” Jun says.

Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. On top of that, the bitch has the gal to accuse you of being careless when they were the ones showing literally no care about their work, owing to the fact you were not even supposed to abduct the untouchable Kim Mingyu in the first place. The leader of your clan, although you three had never seen him, mostly operated through Jeonghan, his right-hand man. The guy you agreed to kidnap was apparently remarkably close to your boss. But when faced with the tough choice of loyalty towards one gang and the lump sum of three million, you three had to face the situation and betray your gang. You know you should not, but the small jobs with the gang were not enough to even pay your rent!

So, who does Jun think he is to shift the blame towards you when you have done nothing but try to make a secure living for all three of you. Therefore, you do the thing that your sane brain advises you to.

Go off at Jun.

“So, if I fail to babysit two grown men while on an extremely important mission that included them, the blame is shifted towards me?!”

“You were both supposed to wait for my instructions before confronting the poor bloke. Now, if things go wrong, it will be your faults, and I will be dragged into it because I was the main brain behind the planning.”

“Guys, I think we should focus on the guy more; I think he is stirring.”

This statement from Seokmin caught both of your attention, causing you to cease the argument immediately to take a look at the man in front of you.

Without hesitation, you put your gun on his head and ask, “who are you, tell us about yourself.”

The man albeit good looking with his doe eyes and plump lips, gave you three a mean stare before speaking sassily.

“Shouldn’t you know the identity of the person you kidnap?”

“If we knew, I don’t think I would have asked about you,” you reply.

The man scoffs before informing you the most gut-wrenching piece of information you have ever heard.

“I’m Choi Seungcheol leader of Choi Clan.”

When Seungcheol met Mingyu today, he was feeling particularly drained and sought the comfort of a familiar face, longing for a brief respite from the relentless demands of his job. Mingyu, sensing his friend's exhaustion, proposed they take a detour to unwind, considering Seungcheol's grueling schedule. Gratefully accepting the suggestion, Seungcheol had embarked on what he thought would be a much-needed moment of relaxation.

Oh, how wrong he was.

As he leisurely sipped his coffee, enjoying a fleeting moment of calm, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden onslaught of a group of thugs. Seungcheol had braced himself for a possible mugging, but the idea of being abducted never crossed his mind. He curses himself for sending Soonyoung away earlier, now regretting not having company in this unforeseen predicament.

To make matters worse, Seungcheol felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. A mafia boss getting abducted!

How humiliating.

Now, do not get him wrong, he was, in reality, as far from incompetent as the Sahara was from water, as Seungkwan was from being calm, as Jihoon was from showing affection—you get the point.

In fact, he had been the first in three generations to successfully reclaim the southeastern part of the city for his clan from the Yoon family, a testament to his capabilities.

Now bound and surrounded by three hapless captors whose incompetence was glaringly evident, judging by the one who he suspects was crying prior to their conversation with him. He suspected they had targeted Mingyu, but mistakenly seized him instead. Seungcheol could not help but shake his head at their sheer incompetence.

Now, again, he is not that scared. He knows he has a trusted pack of workers who would join heaven and earth in search of him. No, he is least bothered about himself.

What he is actually bothered about is who planned to abduct Mingyu, because he is strictly off limits for his clan members. He knows this as much as anyone that they respect the young heir a lot, not only due to his kind nature, but also because of the relationship he has with their leader.

So, when he informs his three kidnappers his name, he gets the weirdest of responses ever—a chorus of ‘shits’ and ‘fucks.’ Moreover, he sees all three of his kidnappers suddenly fall down at his feet and grumbling out the most nonsensical bullshit ever. The only words he vaguely captures are ‘it was supposed to be someone else’ and ‘sirs’.

This confuses the man even more. But then he suddenly sees all three of them take their masks off, revealing two men and, dare he say, a very gorgeous woman. Now in any other situation,

Seungcheol would have laughed, but now that he is in it himself, the only reaction he can provide is a confused head nod as the woman immediately goes to untie his hands.

“So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!”

He says as he looks at your group standing in front of him with their heads bowed down looking like kids getting scolded.

“But sir, we barely make any money from doing the jobs assigned to us. The only way for us to pay our rent was for taking up jobs from outside, and this one paid us a huge sum. We never wanted you to be the one getting abducted instead, we swear!” you suddenly exclaim with the extreme need to explain yourself.

Your two partners beside you do their dutiful job by nodding their heads with your rant.

“You three fucked up really bad, didn’t you?” He says, looking a tad bit amused.

“We are really sorry!” Seokmin chokes out, visibly scared by the whole ordeal.

“Well, it’s time I go back, so take me back to the office.”

Right after that statement comes out of his mouth, you three are escorting him out of the door to the car parked outside to take him back.

“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience, drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!”

Jeonghan exclaims, looking at the seated, nervous, and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass.

“Apparently not,” the older man sighs.

“My friend, are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in light of the current happenings, I am starting to question your integrity a lot.” Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking immense pleasure at his friend’s humiliation.

“Or maybe you were too caught up staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped.”

The bitch continues to make fun of the older man.

“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough. Who knew I would be kidnapped instead.” Seungcheol grumbles, pouting a bit.

“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” Jeonghan said while looking pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed, and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it.

“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go. Plus make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend,” Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated, and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense.

So Jeonghan does the very thing at which he is extremely good.

Create chaos.

Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organization because I can.”

Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that is what he believes, and that is what matters, right?

He continues, “Junhui, you will be overseeing the artillery division. Our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You will meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “You, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you will be his assistant. You shall be meeting Chan tomorrow, too; he will explain the workings of your new role.”

Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you would not dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?”

Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.”

Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both comply. Enough dirt to keep both of you in line.

Your meeting with Chan the next day went well. He explained to you the workings, gave you tips and tricks on how to make sure all the work gets done. Overall, a 10/10 experience, except the small hiccup at the end where he cryptically said something along the lines of “Best of all fucking luck with this job because you will need it.”

Now a small best of luck is never a bad gesture, but that statement!

That shit was a bit too hostile, even for you. But you are fine, happy even. Anything that saves you from getting your life cut short by a mafia leader is always welcomed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where is Jeonghan?”

The first two sentences to ever leave The Choi Seungcheol’s mouth the minute he sees your face when he comes into his office that afternoon. Indeed, so delightful!

"Sir, I've been assigned as your work assistant for the time being," you reply, your eyes downcast. It is a surreal turn of events considering just yesterday this man was tied up in your basement. After that ordeal, everything seemed to take on a different hue, almost as if you were hearing the bells of heaven. So, that reaction seems pretty appropriate to you given the circumstances.

Now you see our oh so beloved Mr. Choi was not just an underground mob because what is the fun in that, right! He mostly did international business under the guise of his company named The ChoiTech, solely based on providing technological change using sustainable means. Pretty cleaver tactic, although overused, but still gets the job done, so who are you to judge.

The man looking extremely shocked at your statement immediately rushed inside his office, you presume, to call Jeonghan. And sure enough, within five minutes of him disappearing from your sight, you could hear him loudly complaining to his secretary on the phone. “But Jeonghan I can’t be collaborating with her, after what she did to me yesterday!”

The man whined and then suddenly you could hear hushed whispers, so being the curious cat you were, slowly crept near the door to hear the conversation better.

“But man, it’s humiliating. She kidnapped me for fucks sake”, the oh so powerful man, who people assumed will one day rule the underworld, whined like a kid who has been denied to go on a playdate with their best friend.

By this time, you were almost pressed onto the door when suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump away from it and look about for the person who stopped you from consuming you daily dose of gossip.

The culprit, Joshua, stood right in front of your desk with an amused look on his face.

Now Joshua is someone you were extremely familiar with, being the man who took care of assigning roles to the lower members of the group, you have had a lot of angry conversations with him.

“I would ask you if Seungcheol is busy, but the way you were trying so hard to eavesdrop, makes me think otherwise,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

“Just give me a minute to tell him you are here, then you can go in.”

The man nodded still looking thoroughly amused at how sad you looked due to missing out on whatever conversation you were listening to.

After a minute, the man was inside, now looking even happier that he has seen his next victim to torment.

“So Jeonghan was indeed right,” he said, looking like he was having a tough time controlling his laugh.

“Not you, too,” the pouty man whined from behind the desk. “But really, can you tell him to not put that woman as my assistant? I get war flashbacks every time I see her face,” he continued whining.

“I mean, I could do that, but where is the fun there, right!” Joshua, thoroughly enjoying his boss’s misery, replied. “But in all seriousness, you could just treat her like Chan. The boy is still traumatized by the amount of work you made him do,” he thoughtfully added.

The older replies, “I liked Chan, he was nice, would do anything you ask him to!”

“And so will she. Her life is at stake here, give her some benefit of the doubt.”

This statement made the older think like never before. Plans of tormenting you to quit your job rushing past his brain at high speed. Suddenly everything made sense.

“I can take my revenge! That is exactly why Jeonghan made her my assistant. Oh, my friend is such a genius!” Seungcheol said, looking a bit too enthusiastic.

“Ok, I am sure it was done to decrease his workload, but whatever you say, man,” the younger said skeptically after seeing the diabolical look on the elder’s face.

It has already been three weeks and suddenly you understand what Chan meant all those days back when he wished you good luck. To put it quite plainly, your boss is crazy.

The man was a combination of workaholic and perfectionist, which resulted in him getting swamped by work and by default the same fate befalls you every day, too. For the past three weeks, you have had a challenging time at the office to even take a break to eat food.

The men you called your enemies once, aka Jeonghan and Joshua, are the ones now saving you from dying out of malnutrition. You are eternally thankful to them. But more than anything now, you regret trying to kidnap Kim Mingyu—the name makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people, if you had any time to do so.

“Sir, you scheduled two appointments at the same time: the new project for the Orin Community Park and another one with Mr. Xu for the narcotic deal.”

You informed the man who had his face shoved in some papers, reading something diligently.

“Why did you not stop me from doing so then, you were right beside me when I was going through the plan.”

Now, it is your job to curate the perfect schedule for the man to follow, but Seungcheol being the guy born only to cause you inconvenience made his schedule for the week himself this time.

Why you might ask?

Purely because the man is a chronic insomniac and whenever he has trouble sleeping, instead of taking measures to have a peaceful sleep, he tries his hands in different works because he can, and this time his victim was the poor, poor schedule of his.

“Because you had already sent them both emails, sir,” you say, thoroughly exasperated.

“Ok maybe I did, so now I obviously can’t cancel on both so you figure out something so that I can attend both the meetings, because I ain’t missing any.”

The man just turns his chair around and keeps reading whatever he was reading in the first place.

With an extremely calm voice, you say, “sir I need you to stop trying to do something to pass time when you can’t sleep. I need you to actually go to a doctor.” “Can’t,” comes his response, making you sigh more.

Sometimes it feels like you are working as a babysitter to a grown man instead of an assistant to a CEO.

Seeing the conversation would be going nowhere if you keep talking to him, you go out and do the second-best thing in your books.

Call Chan.

“Lemme guess, the boss is giving you a hard time!” The first sentence he says right after picking up the phone.

Sighing, you tell him all of Seungcheol’s various administrative behaviors throughout this week. When you got to the part where he had so bravely and meticulously made the perfect schedule, Chan started laughing. The gall of that boy!

“Wait, he still does that!” He exclaimed between his laughs, making you feel even more annoyed.

After calming down he says, “just make Jeonghan or Jihoon go for the community meeting and let him manage the narc. I know you are thankful, so do not mention it, but maybe buy me a meal when you are free, as a repayment.”

Chuckling at the younger boy, you agreed to get him whatever he asks for purely because he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world. Ok, maybe it is a bit too dramatic, but the boy was indeed your angel in disguise.

Planning on following through with the advice Chan gave you, you called both Jeonghan and Jihoon simultaneously. As Jeonghan was busy, Jihoon accepted the work of going to the community welfare meeting instead of Seungcheol.

After that, the whole day was smooth sailing. But the main root of all your problems was happy, maybe not healthy, but the look of pure happiness and the twinkling eyes when he passed by your desk was hard to miss.

This man was slowly but surely making sure to strip you of your patience bit by bit.

The last straw to eradicating your already depleting patience came when Seungcheol in all his glory, during one of his nightly ‘Imma take away other’s jobs because sleep refuses to befriend me’ escapades, deleted all your assistant notes for the server by mistake.

You still are baffled as to how he did that. Truth be told so is he. He was scrolling away on his phone when he saw this reel about ‘how to increase your Wi-Fi speed.’ Extremely intrigued by it, he had actually tried to increase the internet speed in his house, and he swears on every god on planet earth it worked. So, he tried doing so with the one in his office, which weirdly enough resulted in removal of all the information that you had stored in your laptop.

Now if this would have happened to his computer, too, you would not have gotten as angry as you were, but the motherfucker’s computer was all well and good and if you actually pay attention, it seems that his internet speed has increased, too!

How this man become a CEO is beyond you. What is not so beyond is your pure hatred for him and his technologically challenged ass.

So that night when Seungcheol, stayed back as usual to do work, you took your chances, entered his office, and slammed a ball of yarn and two knitting needles on his table while scaring the life out of the, not so, poor man.

“Start knitting!” you calmly said.

“But I don’t know how to though!” he replies, thoroughly confused.

“Then learn, Seungcheol! I don’t care what you want to do, I need you to learn and pick up a hobby, start gaming, try knitting anything! Just make sure you are not trying to turn the office upside down.”

Anyone who knows Seungcheol also knows never to question his nightly routines, but more than that, they also know the pride of the man is too high to ever accept his mistake. So, when you commit the grave crime of pointing out his mishap with the Wi-Fi router that morning, you hit the nail on the head and pissed him to the fucking moon.

“So, you think I’m bad at what I do?!”

“No, I think you are technically inept. And you should leave it to people who are good at it.”

This pisses off Seungcheol more than anything, but you don’t let him intervene as you keep speaking.

“On top of that you are constantly making changes in your schedule without informing me. You’re your assistant. Maybe have you ever considered the fact that your schedule was made so that your day is smooth sailing, and no two activities overlap!”

“Just because you refuse to go to a doctor and try and find a way to manage your stress does not mean you make the workplace hell for us.”

By the end of your rant, you were fuming and Seungcheol was stunned.

Clearing his throat, he says awkwardly, “I’m sorry you feel so, I will try and fix my schedule.”

Now, although this statement made you feel better, it also confused you, as you were fully prepared to have a full-blown fight with the man. Him backing down was never an option. But now that it has happened, you muttered a small, “I shall be going then”, to which your boss meekly nodded.

After you were outside, you ended up feeling better due to unloading all your anger on the man. It was refreshing. Now you just needed to see what changes tomorrow will bring for Seungcheol.

It had been two months since you had the argument with Seungcheol, more like your single woman shouting spree. But things have been better. He has tried to keep his need for new experiences down and this has made your life exponentially easier.

Did you now have time to eat. Absolutely not!

But the office was not a nightmare anymore.

If someone would have told you five months ago that this is what your future held for you, you would have straight up laughed at their face and told them to get themselves checked. But life has weird ways of throwing you in situations you don’t expect yourself to be in, and you have no other ways of getting out but learn to go with the flow.

You sometimes talk to Jun and Seokmin, and you have realized you got the hardest of all the jobs.

You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!”

So here you are sitting on the couch with Seokmin while enjoying your sandwich when you see Seungcheol come outside carrying a bag, Jeonghan trailing behind him sporting this devilish look on his face.

The big man walks towards you and hands you the bag. Opening it you notice a green scarf sitting at the bottom.

“Seungcheol’s first knitting creation, and he says thank you for forcing him to learn knitting. It helps him sleep now.” Jeonghan says while pointing at the bag even before the older man could open his mouth.

Seokmin tries to make himself as invisible as possible while looking extremely interested in the whole situation unfolding in front of him.

Seungcheol waves his hands at Jeonghan trying to hush him down and whines, “let me speak!”

“I made this cause you told me it would help me sleep! I didn’t think it could actually help me, but it looks like it did, so I’m extremely thankful for your suggestion.”

“Good job!” Jeonghan says, patting Seungcheol’s head like he was a child, making you laugh a bit.

“Thank you for listening to me, sir!”

“Oh, no, call him by his name, or else he will become weird with you again!” Jeonghan says, making you laugh again. Seungcheol pouts at both of you and storms back to his office, with Jeonghan at his tail making fun of him yet again.

After that, you kept the bag in your desk and went to bid your friend goodbye.

“He looked like he was confessing to his crush, you know”, Seokmin muses.

“Maybe he has a crush on you!” He exclaimed after pausing for a moment.

“I don’t, he is a weird person,” you had replied thoughtfully.

Realizing he has been chatting with you for a long time, Seokmin quickly rushes outside while loudly screaming a ‘goodbye’ for the whole building to hear.

When you came back to your desk, Jeonghan was waiting for you there. The man just looked at you with a smirk and said, “see you later y/n, and make sure to wear the scarf!”

Jeonghan is a weird person. You more often than not don’t listen to what he tells you to do. He forces you to do them anyways.

“Seriously, lady, do wear the scarf. Plus, it’s cold outside—you won’t get a heatstroke if you do so.”

With that he was outside of the office, too. Slowly work caught up with you and you forgot about the scarf altogether.

That evening, as you were finishing up at work and preparing to leave, you grabbed the scarf that had been gifted to you and wrapped it around your neck before stepping out of the office.

Unbeknownst to you, the man who had given you the scarf felt a rush of joy upon seeing you wear it. Concealing his flushed cheeks, he quietly followed you out and spontaneously invited you to join him for dinner, explaining that he had given Seokmin the night off and now was in extreme need of a dinner companion, as Seokmin would fill in that position on most nights. It was unusual for him to make such a request, but you were both hungry and couldn't resist the offer of a free meal, even if it was from someone as harmless as him.

"So, what do you think?" Seungcheol asked as the two of you sat at the ramen shop waiting for your orders.

"About what?" You replied, genuinely puzzled by his question.

"Didn't you read the letter?" He asked, his face turning even redder as he mentioned it.

"What letter?" You responded, glancing around until Seungcheol nodded towards the bag in which he gave you the scarf, looking inside you noticed an envelope that matched the interior perfectly sitting at the bottom.

"Oh! I can read it now," you exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it right now," he interjected as the waiter arrived with your bowls of ramen.

Despite his reluctance to discuss the letter further, your curiosity only grew stronger after he dropped you off at your doorstep. Once inside your home, you wasted no time in retrieving the letter from your bag. Its contents filled you with excitement like never before.

The following day at the office, you placed another letter on Seungcheol's desk before getting on with your usual tasks, eager to see his reaction.

"So, let me get this straight—you've been dating our boss for the past month?" Exclaimed Jun, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? How did this even happen?!" Chimed in Seokmin, equally stunned by the news.

As soon as you revealed your relationship with Seungcheol, you found yourself bombarded with a flurry of questions from your friends. It was amusing to witness their sheer astonishment, and yet, deep down, it felt incredibly rewarding to share this surprising news with them.

What started as a casual hangout quickly transformed into a lively interrogation session, with your friends firing off all sorts of curious inquiries. Most pressing among them was the question:

“How and when did all of this happen?!”

You couldn't blame them for their curiosity. It seemed like just yesterday that you had kidnapped Seungcheol off the street instead of his friend Mingyu, which resulted in Jeonghan gaining the perfect opportunity to bully you both half to death. And let's not forget the hell and back experience you were subjected to from Seungcheol himself, the man who had once resorted to extreme tactics to get you to quit as he was reminded of the oh so humiliating experience he went through every time he saw your face. But somehow, it all worked out in the end, and you couldn't be happier about how it turned out.

Near the end of your gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to pull out your phone and reveal the most treasured image in your gallery: a photograph capturing two pieces of paper resting on a desk. One paper bore a lengthy paragraph, while the other simply displayed a single, bold sentence:

"Take me out on a proper date first!"

The photo encapsulated perfectly how you both worked so well with each other. It was a sweet reminder of how unexpectedly love can bloom in the most unconventional of circumstances.

As your friends marveled at the photo, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you and Seungcheol had come in such a short time. Despite the initial hurdles and challenges you faced with the man, you were grateful for the bond you now shared—a relationship built on laughter, friendship, and, of course, a bit of unexpected romance.

The end hope you like it !!

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✨Double Trouble✨

(Requested by an anonymous user)

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Hi omg I’m so sorry for the wait 😭😭😭 I got writer’s block like nobody’s business but I’m back on track! … sort of! 💀

Anyway…

Alhaitham convinces Kaveh to “fight back” for once so he can get revenge on Itto. But his sneak attack fails, so the two resort to plan B. As a wise boy once said, teamwork is dreamwork (he’s not in the fic). Why is Itto in Sumeru? Because ✨lazy writing✨ of course :D

Word Count: 3415

“You can’t keep letting him win like that, Kaveh. Fight back for once.”

“I- I’m not letting him win! It is SO unfair! He’s so much stronger than I am, I barely have a chance!”

Kaveh was venting his frustrations to Alhaitham, who had just asked about his so-called “revenge plan.” Basically, Kaveh was embarrassed that Itto kept defeating him in tickle wars, and none of his counter attacks ever worked. Itto was too strong and Kaveh was too ticklish. Surprisingly, Alhaitham had offered to help him win this time, giving him some useful tips and tricks.

“It’s not about strength, it’s about skill.” he said.

“Huh?”

“You’re too predictable. Your intentions are written clearly all over you, so Itto obviously knows what to expect.”

“Oh come on! That’s not fair, I can’t control my mood! If I try that, I’ll look even more suspicious!”

“The trick is to catch him off-guard. If you can do that, he’ll be too confused to fight back.”

“It can’t be that easy…”

“It is when you’re not Captain Obvious.” Alhaitham couldn’t help but smirk a little bit at that jab.

“Ugh… you..!” The audacity!

“Aim for his armpits.”

“How am I supposed to do that?!”

“Well, if he’s already tickling you, he’ll be too distracted to defend himself.”

“But- I-”

“Take it from the expert. I’ve tested it myself. It works every time.”

“Tsk. Easy for you to say, mister ‘feeble scholar.’”

“Tch. Try a sneak attack. If it goes south, get his armpits. But do be careful not to overwhelm him too much.”

“Oh, alright, fine. I’ll try your idea.”

“Good luck. Close the door on your way out.”

Kaveh huffed and left Alhaitham’s room, closing the door as instructed. He didn’t need to search for long before he found Itto in the living room, with his back turned to Kaveh. He seemed distracted by something shiny, humming a little tune to himself.

This is the perfect time to strike, he thought, carefully sneaking up behind the oni. But, right as he was preparing to make his move, he felt something bonk into his leg.

Confused, Kaveh looked down and was surprised to see Ushi staring up at him. Kaveh quietly hushed him, but the little bull had other plans.

“Moo!” He alerted his master, blowing Kaveh’s cover with a smug expression.

“Hm?” Itto turned around to check on him, with a surprised smile on his face upon seeing Kaveh. “Hey, Kaveh! What are you doing?” Itto asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

“I- uh- hi, Itto! I was just- um… I was just playing with Ushi! Yeah, haha!” He said, crouching down to the little bull to pet him.

“Really? Hmm.” Itto wasn’t buying it. That nervous attitude said it all.

“Moo.” The little bull was looking directly at Itto.

“Hush, Ushi.” Kaveh whispered.

“Moo!” Ushi was totally telling on him.

“Kaveh, you weren’t trying to scare me or something, right?” Itto asked, looking suspicious.

“What? Pfft, no! Of course not!”

“Really? Cus Ushi here says you were!” Oh, of course he did…

“Oh, d-did he now?” That little tattle-tail… no way out of this now.

“Yeeaah, he did, hahaha!” Itto laughed, much to Kaveh’s dismay.

“M-Maybe he’s lying..?” Kaveh had to think of a plan B, quick!

“Pfft, nah. He would never! Ushi is an honest bull. Ain’t that right, Beefcake?” Itto crouched down to pet Ushi. “Yeaa you never lie, do ya’? Aww, such a good boi! Yes you are! Yes you are!” He said playfully, giggling to himself while gently squishing the bull’s little face.

“Moo…” Ushi seemed content.

“Aha, s-sorry, heh… m-my prank went south, huh? G-Guess I’d better head back to my room then!” Kaveh said. Gosh, if only he didn’t sound so nervous…

“Aw, what? Leaving already? I thought you wanted to play with Ushi!”

Kaveh stood up. “O-Oh..! Yeah, heh.. well, uh, y-you seem to be doing that just fine, s-so I’ll-… I’ll just go.” Goodness, if being suspicious was a contest, then…

“Not so fast.”

“W-Whuh?” … Kaveh would win first prize.

“Heh, you sure seem nervous. You weren’t… planning something else, were you?” Itto said, now stood up as well. Oh dear. He’s onto him for sure.

“W-What? O-Of course not! It’s like what Ushi said, I w-was just-”

“Moooo…”

“Planning a sneak attack?” Ushi knew what he was up to, apparently.

“N-No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you so nervous? Heh, you worried about… consequences or somethin’?” Itto teased him with his signature Grin of Mischief™️.

“Uh- I- I think I h-heard Alhaitham calling m-my name! I- I should-” Kaveh backed away before he suddenly tried to make a run for it. But he wasn’t fast enough!

“Haha! Gotcha!” Itto quickly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Kaveh’s middle, pulling him back to trap him in place.

“ACK- W-Wait no!! Lehet me go!!” Kaveh squirmed, already getting giggly. How could his plan have backfired already?

“Sorry, pal. There’s no escaping the tickle monster! Heheheh…” Itto replied, letting the anticipation set in as he wiggled his fingers, using one arm to prevent Kaveh’s escape.

“W-Wahahait!! I-Itto, plehehehease! Dohohon’t!” The architect was too flustered to remember what Alhaitham told him. Oh gosh, what should he do now?

“Hehehe, imma getcha!” Itto teased, playfully tickling Kaveh’s ribs and sides. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AAH NOHOHOHOHOHO!! EEHEHEhehehahahahahaha!!” Kaveh squealed and burst into laughter, squirming a lot while trying to push Itto’s arms off of himself.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little tickle?” Itto teased, switching between rapid squeezing and playful skittering for the funny, driving Kaveh up the wall.

“GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Tickle tickle~”

“Lehehet mehehe gohohohoho!!”

“Nuh uh~”

“AAAHAHA NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!”

His laughter eventually got so loud it caught Alhaitham’s attention. He wasn’t surprised that Kaveh’s plan had failed once again, but he decided to go help him for a change. By the time he’d reached the living room, the poor architect had been tickled to the floor, still at the mercy of the mighty tickle monster.

“Fight back, Kaveh! Come on.” Alhaitham called out, trying to make sure Kaveh heard him.

“AHAAHAhahahahahahaha!! Ihihihi cahahahahan’t!!” Kaveh squealed, wiggling his legs and trying to grab Itto’s wrists.

“Hehehe, he’s so ticklish! Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~!” Itto teased, playfully tickling his waist, making him arch his back and shriek.

“EEEK!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!! HEHEHEHELP!!” poor Kaveh screeched, laughing hysterically.

Alhaitham sighed and put his hand in his face for a moment, shaking his head before initiating a plan of his own instead. “Hey, Itto! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” he said, creating a distraction by challenging the oni.

“Ohoho, you wanna go too, huh?” Itto replied, stepping up to face the scribe, leaving the giggling architect on the floor with Ushi nuzzling his face.

“Bring it on!”

The plan sprung into action right when Itto attempted a playful pounce. Alhaitham was fully prepared and easily spun him around and sort of hooked his arms under Itto’s to keep him in place.

“H-Hey! Lemme go!” The oni’s struggles weren’t quite enough to break free, mainly because of the situation’s playful nature.

“No.” Alhaitham replied bluntly, checking to see if Kaveh was still on the floor. He was, but he’d sat up this time, petting Ushi.

“Let go! Cheater!” Itto protested, trying to pull himself away, but the scribe was too stubborn to fall to it.

“No. Kaveh? Are y-” Alhaitham couldn’t finish his sentence because Itto suddenly started struggling more than before, making another attempt at breaking free. “No. Hey! Stay. Still!”

“Nuh uh! Pfft- unhand me!” Itto started giggling because he thought their little battle was funny. Alhaitham was almost struggling to hold the man in place.

“Haitham, did you say something?” Kaveh asked, raising an eyebrow. He’d stood up by now after Ushi’s snuggle attack ended.

Itto was getting tired from struggling, so he decided to take a break to catch his breath, giving Alhaitham enough room to talk. “So. Kaveh, about your revenge plan…”

“Huh..? Oh! You caught him! Heh, how convenient…” he replied with a devious grin, cracking his fingers in preparation. Finally, he could get his long awaited vengance!

“W-Wait! Wait! C-C’mon, guys! Th-This isn’t fair!” The oni struggled to move when the scribe’s hold suddenly tightened, rendering him defenseless.

“Heheheh, you’re not exactly fair either! Just hold still~” Kaveh teased, wiggling his fingers with a playful look on his face.

“W-Wahahahait!! I-It’s two on ohohone!! Th-That’s not fahahair!!” Itto squirmed to no avail, already laughing from the anticipation.

“Pfft, I’m allowed to get some extra help. You’re like twice as strong as me, you know.”

“As I, Kaveh.” Alhaitham corrected.

“Oh shut up.” Kaveh rolled his eyes and started tickling Itto’s sides. “Are you ticklish here?” he asked.

“Ack-! Pfft- n-nohoho..!” Itto tried to contain his laughter to deter his actions.

“Really? How about… here?” Kaveh poked and tickled his abs and tum instead, even giving his belly button a poke, which made him jolt.

“EEP! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!” It worked like a charm, making him laugh and squirm against Alhaitham’s grip.

“Lying is wrong, you know. Tsk tsk tsk.” Alhaitham said, smirking a little while keeping the giggling oni in place.

“Shuhuhut ihihit!! Aahahahahaha!! NohoHOHOHOHO!!” Uh-oh…

“What about your ribs?” Kaveh poked and scribbled all over Itto’s ribs this time, which increased his squirms and laughter quite a lot.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Dohohohohon’t!!” he squealed, squirmimg more and nearly making Alhaitham lose balance.

“Tickle tickle~” Finally, he could get some proper revenge, he thought, getting greedy and digging into Itto’s ribcage. However, Itto’s wild laughter and struggles eventually caused Alhaitham to lose his grip, leading to a very short chase as the oni tripped himself and got pushed onto one of the couches.

“Oof-!” he didn’t have enough time to register where he ended up due to the adrenaline rush.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Alhaitham said, quickly tickling Itto’s sides and ribs so he wouldn’t try to stand up again.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Itto squealed, laughing out loud and playfully kicking his legs against the couch. The scribe truly showed no mercy!

“Don’t let him escape!” Kaveh called out, going behind the couch and reaching over it to tickle Itto’s tum. Not the most convenient angle, but it made him throw his head back and screech with wild laughter. His kicking and stimming increased as well while he squirmed. “HYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

“This should at least pause his mischief for a while!” Alhaitham said, trying to speak louder so Kaveh would hear him. Itto was certainly loud…

“Yeah! We should probably stop for a sec so we don’t kill him though!” Kaveh replied, giggling at how ticklish this man was.

The scribe agreed with that suggestion, and the two briefly stopped their attacks to let Itto catch his breath. He’d barely had room to breathe after his failed escape from earlier.

“Are you alright?” Alhaitham asked, chuckling to himself. It’s been quite a while since he felt this playful.

“Ahahehehe… huff… y-you guys.. are… hehe..! ..soho mean...!” Itto giggled, panting and trying to cover his ticklish spots, but alas he didn’t have enough arms for that. Darn it…

“This is revenge for you tickling me all the time!” Kaveh said, being sassy for the funnies.

“All the time?” Alhaitham questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“W-Well, not literally all the time, but it’s basically a daily occurrance at this point!”

“Hm, I doubt that. I would’ve known otherwise.”

“Oh yeah? How?” Ugh, Alhaitham and his logic…

“You’re incredibly loud whenever you get tickled, you know.”

“Oh? I thought your headphones would block his squeals.” Itto chimed in, having sat up and caught his breath to join the conversation. Kaveh glared at him.

“No. Surprisingly, they’re not quite soundproof enough to block all noise.” Alhaitham replied, smirking slightly at Kaveh who looked very embarrassed.

“Hey! I-I’m not THAT loud, right?!” He couldn’t believe his ears!

“You are.” The other two replied at the same time, making Itto laugh.

“S-Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” Kaveh said angrily, blushing with embarrassment at this realization. He couldn’t believe it’d taken him this long to know!

“Hehehe! It’s true though!”

“Oh, shut up! I’ll show you!”

“Hehe wahahait!! AAH!! I’M SOHOHORREHEHEHEHEE!!” Itto suddenly burst into laughter again as Kaveh got angry and started tickling mercilessly right below his ribs.

“See? You caught him off-guard, and now you’re winning for once. I must say, I’m impressed. You even got a weak spot without my help.” Alhaitham said over Itto’s laughter, preventing Itto from rolling off the couch.

“Not now, Haitham. You’re distracting me.” Kaveh replied, promptly getting his wrists grabbed and pushed away by the giggling oni. “Agh- hey! Let go!”

“Ahahehehe! G-Gehet awahahay!” Itto said, giggling quite a lot. Kaveh struggled to pull his hands free due to Itto’s tight grip.

“Ugh… a little help?” he asked in mild frustration, looking over at Alhaitham.

“Hmm… okay.”

Itto felt more and more nervous hearing those two plan their next attack. But then, he suddenly remembered…

“Uh- um-! Ushi!! Help me!!” Itto tried calling for help, hoping his companion was nearby to rescue him.

“It’s too late for that now, I’m afraid.” Alhaitham said, switching his headphones on with a menacing look. His sudden grin sent shivers down Itto’s spine.

“W-Wait!! Dohohon’t!!” Itto’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Alhaitham started rapidly poking at his ribs and abs to make him let go of Kaveh’s wrists. It worked just as planned, making him squirmy and distracted enough for Kaveh to pull away.

“Thank you! Now, where was I…” Kaveh teased, before both humans unleashed yet another tickle attack upon the oni.

“BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

Alhaitham was rapidly squeezing his sides while Kaveh scribbled his abs, making the oni throw his head back and laugh hysterically. His two arms were no match against four tickling hands, so he had no choice but to kick and squeal. Kaveh almost wished he had soundproof headphones too…

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” He said, but he started feeling a twinge of guilt seeing how merciless his roommate was being. Surely Itto didn’t deserve a death sentence…?

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!! I’M SOHOHORREEHEHEHEHEE!!” Itto squealed, laughing his ass off and trying his hardest to push Alhaitham away.

Kaveh was about to say something else, but suddenly felt himself lose balance as something rammed into his leg. “What the-?!” He stopped tickling to catch himself on the couch. He looked down at his feet, only to find Ushi tryina fight.

“Mooo!” Awe, the little bull was trying to rescue his master!

“Hey, what are you doing?” Kaveh crouched down to his level, gently patting his head to calm him while his roommate continued to wreck Itto, whose boisterous laughter continued to fill the room, now sounding less frantic than before.

“Moo!” Ushi seemed angry, pushing quite hard one more time, which made the architect fall on his butt.

“Ow! Hey, be careful…” He could tell all the commotion had made the little bull feel stressed.

Then, Itto’s laughter suddenly died down and Alhaitham’s voice was heard from above. “Kaveh? What are you doing on the floor?” he asked.

“Um, well… I think Ushi wants us to stop now.” Kaveh replied, looking at the angry little bull.

“Really..?” Ushi glared up at him before walking past Kaveh to get around the couch, making his way over to Itto, who was now panting for survival.

“Hm. Well in that case, I suppose we’d better listen, ‘lest we face Ushi’s wrath.” Alhaitham said, reaching down to help Kaveh stand up.

“Yeah. You’re right.” he said, accepting the help and brushing himself off. “My revenge was gotten anyway, I guess.”

“Man… I haven’t laughed that hard in ages..! Haha…” Itto sat up, still giggling a bit from the leftover tingles. “You guys are mean…” he added, failing to glare properly with that smile on his face.

“Moo!” Ushi stared at him with big eyes, sort of trying to get up to his level. But alas, his legs were too short to let him jump.

“Haha, I’m alright, Beefcake! Don’t you worry, lil’ guy.” Itto said to him, lifting the little bull onto his lap. “Aww, did you come to rescue me? Such a good boi! Yes you are~!” he said, pampering his beloved companion.

“Well, you certainly recovered quickly. I’ll go fetch some water for you.” Alhaitham said, baffled at how Itto barely seemed affected all of a sudden.

“Ahah.. I am exhausted…” Itto said, chuckling as he felt Ushi nuzzle him. He was quite comfortable in his master’s lap, after all.

“Aw, he’s so cute! Bet you’re glad your little knight came to your rescue, huh?” Kaveh teased, sitting down next to Itto and gently petting the little bull.

“Hahahaha! Yeah, I nearly thought I’d pass out!” Itto replied jokingly. “You my little hero~? Aww…” he said, giving Ushi some gentle chin scratches.

“Moo…” He seemed very happy now.

“Tch, bet that taught you a lesson. Now you know what revenge feels like! I’d think twice if I were you.” Kaveh said with a confident look.

“Pfft, at least I don’t need backup to carry it out!” Itto replied, sticking his tongue out in a playful manner.

Tch, how immature, Kaveh thought. “What?? You’re so much stronger than I am! It’s an unfair match-up! AND you had Ushi helping you!” he argued.

“Nah, Ushi was just playing. Besides, you need more exercise!” Itto teased.

How dare he?! “A-And you need LESS exercise!” Kaveh fired back “angrily.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Nuh-uh!!”

“Yuh-huh!!”

Their playful bickering ended with laughter as they couldn’t take themselves nor each other seriously anymore.

“What are you two yapping about..?” Alhaitham came back with a glass of water, giving it to Itto.

“Pfft- nothing, don’t worry about it…” Kaveh replied, chuckling to himself.

“Heheh..! Yeah… thanks!” Itto said, accepting the glass and drinking from it.

“You’re welcome. Are you alright?” Alhaitham gave him a headpat for the funny.

“Yup! Heh, I didn’t expect you guys to just murder me like that. Awfully rude, by the way. How dare you.” He said jokingly, sipping his water.

“Ha! You and your mischief had it coming.” Kaveh teased, ruffling his hair.

“Hahaha! Hey, c’mon! Just you wait…” Itto threatened playfully, fixing his hair.

“Well, in any case, it’s a good thing you had fun. I was almost worried about you for a moment there.” Alhaitham said.

“Almost..? You showed no mercy.” Kaveh questioned, crossing his arms.

“… I did let him live though.” Alhaitham replied with a shrug. Kaveh scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Heh! It’ll take a lot more than that to bring ME down!” Itto boasted proudly, drinking the water like a champ.

“Uh-huh.” Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, please…” Kaveh rolled his eyes again.

Itto didn’t seem to care, handing the empty glass back to the scribe, who went to put it away. “What, don’t believe me?” he asked, gently helping Ushi back down to the floor since he had things to do suddenly.

“Not at all, actually.” Kaveh said, looking amused.

“Pfft, it’s not like I surrendered! You just gave up, I call that a win!” Itto argued, grinning confidently.

“You did though!” Kaveh protested.

“Nah-uh! You did!”

However, his grin quickly turned nervous when Alhaitham came closer all of a sudden.

“Is someone asking for a round two?” He asked menacingly. Oh dear…

“W-Whuh… I- I never said-”

“Ooh! Why that sounds delightful!” Kaveh said playfully, standing up next to Alhaitham and smiling at the nervous look on Itto’s face.

“Wait- g-guys, c’mon! Th-This isn’t-…!” He couldn’t finish his sentence before he got too nervous.

“Oh don’t worry, this’ll be quick.” Alhaitham said, before he swiftly pushed Itto back onto the couch, wrestling him to the same spot as before. Itto struggled playfully but was eventually pinned down and unable to move.

“Get him, Kaveh!”

“Ah! R-Right!”

“NohohohOHOHOHO!!”

And so began yet another tickle-attack. But this time, Alhaitham decided to leave while he let Kaveh have the fun. His ears were getting overstimulated by Itto’s loud laughter, so he and Ushi went elsewhere, away from the chaos. He kept the music in his headphones relatively low so he could keep better track of the other two.

At some point, a high pitched squeal was heard, which meant Kaveh had the tables turned on him.

Hmph. They’re so noisy, Alhaitham thought to himself, gladly hanging out with Ushi for the time being.

Surely that tickle war would end soon… right?

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years ago

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Souls Don't Meet on Accident; Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader; Part 1

CW: Angst, Language, Fluff, Violence, Mentions of Parental Abuse, Drugs, Mentions of Sexual Activity, 18+ Minors DNI

Description: Life sucks lately and your boyfriend Rafe Cameron has done some pretty messed up things. Despite this you still love him and will do anything to help him. As his life continues to crumble you prove that despite all the shit you have to go through, sometimes people are just meant to find each other.

Word count: 2268

A/N: Sorry this is a bit hard to follow at first. I kinda got ahead of myself but I still like it so here we are. The first interaction with Rafe is just a flashback to how you met and shit cause it made me happy to think about. It gets pretty dark so please beware. Enjoy this long ass piece and it would mean a lot if you reposted if you enjoy. I work for a long time on this one and I liked how it turned out. Love ya!

The Outer Banks was hot and sticky. Living your whole life on the cut ensured you hardly ever had air conditioning but becoming friends with Sarah Cameron gave you access to air conditioning whenever you were at her house and it was amazing. You savored those moments you spent not sweating like a pig but the place you treasured most on these days was John B's house. Even the beautiful Sarah Cameron chose to stay there, despite her cool house in the luxurious Figure Eight. All your friends stayed there and lounged on the sun porch drinking and laughing. It was moments like these that made you forget all the chaos of your life. How you and the other pouges had found a treasure map. How you hadn't spoke to your parents in weeks. How no one had seen Big John in months. But it couldn't get one thing off your mind. Rafe Cameron.

You had known him for a long time ever since you and Sarah had become best friends during freshman year of high school. You had been smitten but you knew his reputation but that didn't mean you couldn't be friends. You still had your crush and it only got worse the more you hung out with him alone more and more. Eventually you noticed how he stopped talking to girls and you saw less and less of the old playboy Rafe you had known before. You brushed it off until the day you overheard the conversation he had with Topper about his lack of prowess.

"Come on man, what is going on with you? She wants to fuck and she's so your type. This doesn't sound very much like the fuckboy I know and love." Topper told Rafe one evening outside the Cameron pool.

"I just don't want to. Not in the mood." he mumbled back in response.

"Ok dude, this isn't like you. Why haven't you slept with anyone in like 6 months?" Topper pushed.

You furrowed your brows as you listened from the open door leading into the kitchen. You didn't mean to start listening when you came down to get some drinks for you and Sarah but you couldn't help it. Rafe had always slept around and you had no idea it had been that long since he had sex.

"I just," Rafe started and paused. "I kinda got my eye on someone. She cool and beautiful and she makes me want to be better."

"Who the fuck you talking about man. The only girl you're not related to that you give the time of day is Y/N." Topper said right before he burst out, putting two and two together. "Oh My God! You wanna fuck your sisters best friend!"

A hand went up to your mouth, surpassing a gasp. He felt the same and you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to betray Sarah but you wanted to walk out there right then and kiss his pink lips.

"Fuck dude. Don't put it like that. It's more than that and you make it sound so bad. And just a reminder you're fucking my sister." Rafe retorted.

"Hey no. I love Sarah that's not fair." Topper said.

"I mean..."

"Omg you love her. Holy shit." Topper said louder then he mean to.

"Bro shut up. Keep your voice down, but yeah I think so." Rafe mumbled.

You sprinted quietly up the stairs back to Sarah's room. You tired to push what you had heard out of your head but you couldn't stop thinking about it. Your stomach had butterflies and you wanted Rafe to come sweep you off your feet so badly.

About 20 minutes after that Sarah got a text that she smiled and laughed at. Before you could ask what she was laughing at, she quickly sprung off her bed to change her clothes.

"What's so funny? Why are you getting up?" you giggled.

"Oh nothing, just going out with Topper." she smiled.

"Ok I guess?" you said looking at Sarah with confusion. "I guess I'll go home then."

"No!" she quickly blurted. "Stay here. I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Ok fine I guess." You were so confused but you just went with the flow and laid back on her bed watching her grab her purse and rush out her door before she turned back to make one more comment.

"Hey Y/N. I just wanna say I love you and your are my family and do whatever makes you happy." she laughed before running down the stairs.

"Love you too dork." you yelled after her before taking a deep breath and picking up your phone to scroll through social media.

Things were quiet for a bit before you heard a knock on Sarah's door. The door creaked open before you could answer and there stood the beautiful Rafe Cameron.

"Hey Rafe what's up?" you asked, confused as to why he was in her room.

"Hey Y/N. I just like- I wanted to talk about something." he said stumbling over his words and looking at the ground nervously.

You sat up straight, crossing your legs and putting your phone down next to you. "Yeah what's up."

"How much of that conversation did you hear earlier and before you deny it, Topper saw you run up the stairs." he said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh ummm I'm sorry I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just the door was open and I came down to get drinks and so I'm sorry" you said, embarrassed by your actions.

"But like how much did you hear."

"I'm assuming most of it." you admitted. "I heard everything after that girl wanting to fuck you. I'm not judging though. I get it. It's complicated."

"Shit-" he said under his breath. "So how do you feel about all of that?"

"You're Sarah's brother." you responded.

"That's not what I asked. Also I got the go ahead from her to talk to you about this."

"Is that what the surprise date with Topper was about?" you chuckled.

"Yeah it was. You still are avoiding my question." he said, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes that made your heart melt.

"Ok. If Sarah gave you the go ahead, I do feel the same. At least based on what you said. I have for a while but I thought you didn't really date and all that plus Sarah and I just didn't wanna ruin how close we are. I'd be lying though if I didn't say I've had butterflies ever since I accidentally heard your conversation." you gave a shy smile at the end.

"Sarah is fine with it. I promise no bridges burned there. Plus she is in love with my best friend so it's only fair that I'm in love with her best friend." he smirked.

"So you actually did mean it?"

Rafe didn't answer with words to that question. Every word that he could ever say would never get across how much he loved you. He instead kissed you like he had never kissed anyone before. It was gentle but passionate and it filled you with happiness and warmth. You both struggled to get closer and closer, not wanting to be apart anymore. He pulled you onto his lap and continued to kiss you, barely pulling away to catch his breath. He picked you up and walked down he hallway to his room. That was the first time you slept with Rafe but it would not be the last.

Over the next year you would continue to date and fall deeper and deeper in love but recently he had been haunted by his past. He had to deal with Barry and his relapses. His dad had been even worse, ridiculing him and beating him. It affected him greatly and he often came to your house on the cut, somewhere he never thought he'd go, to escape his dad and to hold you close because right now you were the only one who cared. All your friends hated him for the awful things he had done. Everyone saw him as a monster but you just saw him as broken and in need of help. You couldn't leave him. You loved him and time and time again you would continue to forgive him but now your relationship had to be kept on the down low to prevent all your friends from leaving you. You weren't lying per say but more just not talking about him as much.

Your thoughts about your lover boy were promptly interrupted when Sarah's face fell and she looked at you with dread. You looked back at her with confusion and worry before she got up from her seat next to John B to grab you and walk out front.

"Sarah what's going on?" you said stopping to turn facing her.

"Rose just texted me Rafe SOS." she whispered in your ear. Even though we were across the yard, she didn't want the rest of the pouges to hear.

"What?" you asked, panicked.

"I don't want to go there without you but I have to leave. If things are bad, you might be the only one that can get through to him. We have to go now." she said pulling you towards her car. "Guys! I'm gonna take Y/N and go home! My dad needs me!" she called back.

"Bye guys!" you called back, trying to sound calm.

You both waved as you pulled out of the driveway, acting collected and pretending as if nothing was wrong. You felt tears stream down your face. You were scared for Rafe. You wondered what Ward had done or if he was back on drugs. Rafe would never hurt you but he sure as hell would hurt others if he was pushed far enough. He might even be hurt himself.

You pulled up to the Cameron house and everything seemed normal at first but as you walked inside you saw the disarray the foyer was in. The wall had a hole in it and glasses were broken with a table turned over. Fuck.

Rose rushed over and immediately rushed over and explained what had happened. Rafe and his dad had gotten into a fight and it was nasty. After the fact Rafe had rushed upstairs to his room and they had heard yelling and sobbing through the door. With that you rushed up the stairs towards his room, stepping over debris. You knocked on his door gently but opened it up without waiting for a response. At that moment a mug came flying towards the door, hitting the wall next to your head, shattering into tiny pieces.

You gasped and flinched. It had scared you but when you looked over and saw Rafe staring at you with tears streaming down his face, you could tell he regretted it. He looked at you, regretting all his actions and he started crying even harder.

"Y/N?" he whispered before breaking down and whimpering "I'm sorry." over and over again.

You made your way over to him, wrapping him in a hug and telling him that it was ok. At your touch he crumpled, falling onto his knees and sobbing into your chest. You fell with him, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. He finally gained enough composure after what felt like forever to speak to you in real sentences.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. Please you have to forgive me. I was trying to do the right thing."

"Hey Rafe it's ok I promise. Whatever you did it's ok."

"I was doing what I thought he wanted and it wasn't enough. Nothing I ever do will be enough. He just hates me."

"Rafe it's ok. You are enough he just can't see it. Please believe me. I love you. Please tell me what you did."

"I can't say it."

"Rafe you need to tell me what happened."

"I- I tried to get into business with Barry so I could bribe the cops to be on my dad's side."

"Wait..." you looked at him with fear excepting the worst. "Why were you at Barry's place in the first place?"

"I- I was getting more coke." Rafe muttered, knowing he had fucked up again.

You gulped and pulled back, letting your grip slightly falter, knowing he probably still had drugs in his system. It scared you but you tried to stay strong. You knew that even now he wouldn't hurt you. You were glad you came because he would have hurt someone else.

"Y/N I'm sorry. Please I swear to God it's the last time. Please forgive me. Please don't leave. I-"

"Where's the rest of it." you cut him off.

"What?"

"I know you didn't use everything you bought. Where is the rest of it Rafe? I need you to tell me."

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness. "Top dresser drawer on the left side."

"Ok." You got up and went for the drawer. You grabbed the baggie out from under the stack go shirts in the drawer and headed towards Rafe's attached bathroom. Rafe followed you like a puppy as you open up the bag to pour the rest of the white powder down the toilet, ensuring it was ruined.

"Y/N what are you doing?"

"Tossing it. I'm not letting you have any more. You're done. I know I don't have money right now but if you're worried about that I'll find a way to get some." you stopped and turned to him, tears clouding your eyes and streaming down your face. "I love you. I can't let you keep doing this to yourself." Your voice was breaking and you poured the powder down the toilet and flushed it down the drain, throwing in the bag as well as it went down.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Please I know you're mad but I love you please don't leave. I swear I'll do better next time. I can't live without you."

"I'm not leaving Rafe. I promise I'm not going anywhere." you told him, grabbing his face again. He leaned into your hand and kissed it. You used your thumb to wipe away some of his tears. "I am gonna go talk to Sarah real quick though and then I'll be be back."

You let go of Rafe and he sighed as he nodded his head. You headed towards the door and opened it up slowly, stepping over the broken pottery. You walked down the hallway, shaking, unable to hold yourself together anymore. You slipped into Sarah's room and saw her pacing back and forth.

"Y/N! Oh my God are you ok? What happened? Did he do something to you?" she said rushing over and pulling you into a hug.

"No Sarah, he didn't do anything to me I promise. I just came to tell you what was going on." you said keeping your sobs quiet and hugging her back.

"So what's going on?" she asked

"Rafe tried to make a deal with Barry and Ward beat the shit out of him. I'm gonna stay here and take care of him."

"Wait if he was at Barry's does that mean..." Sarah trailed off.

You bit you lip as tears rolled down your face again and quietly shook your head. "Oh Y/N" she said as she pulled you into another hug and you sobbed loudly this time. "Can I do anything to help?"

"I don't think so Sarah. I do want to ask if I can borrow some shorts though. Rafe's bottoms are always way too big." you sniffed.

"Yeah of course." she said searching through her drawer to find her comfiest pair to try to make you feel better.

"Sarah?"

"Yeah Y/N?" Sarah responded, turning. around and handing you her fluffy pajama shorts.

"I can't live with myself if he gets hurt. I can't lose him. I love him and I don't want to live like this forever."

"I know Y/N. All you can do is try and if something happens, that's not on you."

"Thanks for the shorts Sarah." you said turning around and looking back one more time before exiting. "And thank you for being there for me and telling me that he needed me. I couldn't do this without you."

You closed the door and walked towards Rafe's room once more. You stepped in his room, once again avoiding the porcelain on the floor, and moving to meet Rafe who had already gotten up again to move closer to you. You gave him a warm hug before telling him to get in bed while you changed your shorts and pulled a shirt out of his top left drawer. You moved onto the bed and held the crying boy till he fell asleep in your arms and you fell asleep crying and holding him back.

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Part 2 will be up super soon. I want to do a long series so let me know if that would be something y'all would like and I'd love to hear what you'd like it to be about.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x you #obx #outer banks #angst

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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|| 10. Drunk Sex ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Matt Murdock x female reader

Warnings: being drunk, groping, fingering, p in v sex (wrap B4 U tap), hangovers.

Author's note: it's not completely, absolutely, steaming drunk sex, just nicely inebriated, perhaps I'll do another version sometime. 😈

"That's it, I'm cutting you off sweetheart."

"You're cutting me off? I'm not the one that's been tripping over the floor going to the bar!"

"You do know I'm blind, right? Anyway, that was just that one time." He grins, cupping his hand around your face and stroking your cheek. Even through the haze of alcohol he feels you heat up under his fingertips.

"I'm taking you home." You laugh, diffusing the insane amount of attraction you were feeling towards him by grabbing his jacket and his arm and dragging him towards the door of Josie's.

"No no no, I'm taking you home…" he insists, "y'cant walk home on your own this late."

"Matty, I'll be fiiiiine, I'll just grab a taxi!"

He shakes his head "nope, c'mon I'll make coffee, you can have the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

You knew this was a potentially baaaad idea with the state the two of you were currently in but…

"Urrgh, ok."

"Omg you have so many staaaiirs! Why??" You whine when you get to his place, "where's the elevator huh?"

Matt just laughs as you grudgingly start to climb the stairs. "Hey, jump on. I'll carry you up!"

You turn around squinting down at him as he's beckoning you to clamber onto his back. "What the- no, no way, you'll drop me!"

"I won't." He reaches out for you and you finally relent, gripping his shoulders as you clumsily hoist yourself onto him for a piggyback. He grabs your thighs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding on tight as he takes the stairs two at time. You can't help laughing and squealing all the way up convinced you're both gonna die this way.

When you get to his door you slide down, still giggling.

"Shh s'late!" Matt slurs, unlocking the door and he catches you in his arms before you stumble into the wall as he quickly pulls you inside.

You whisper but it's a drunk-whisper so it's not really any quieter than you were before.

"M'sorry Matt, it's just you're like, a gallant knight, carrying me to safety. "

He chuckles quietly, "well I gotta take care of you princess."

Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his shirt collar. You're breathless from laughing, this evening has been the most fun you'd had in a long time.

"So I'm a princess now?"

He's still holding onto you and can hear your heart beating faster. "Well, yeah, if I'm your knight…"

It's dark in the hallway, the light from street lights outside spilling through the window and throwing their glow on the side of his face. He's so pretty.

"Pretty am I?" He teases.

"Oops. I didn't mean to say that out loud?"

He chuckles again as you bury your embarrassed face into his shoulder.

"Hey, I think you're pretty too." He says, stroking his hands over your hair. You pull back, frowning.

"You don't know that!"

"Sure I do, Foggy told me."

"He could be lying."

You softly gasp as Matt places his hands either side of your face and gently traces his fingers over your features. "Matty what are you doing?!"

"Seeing for myself."

Your eyes close and you find yourself holding your breath as he's running his thumb slowly over your lips.

His mouth quirks downward. "Well, turns out Foggy was lying," he says, and you open your eyes, pouting at him.

"Wha… what do you mean?"

He's still holding you, thumb running back and forth over your chin.

"Because you're not just pretty, you're beautiful."

Your breath rushes out in a hushed gasp. He feels it, his face mere inches away from yours. He tilts his head to the side just the slightest bit. One second you're looking at his lips, and the next they're pressed to yours. You close your eyes, he's kissing you.

He's kissing you and it's everything you both want. Your lips meld and slide together, soft and wet. There's a hunger in it, you were both buzzing from the alcohol and the taste of the whiskey eased the way for something else. His tongue sweeps against your own and you let him in, both making a satisfied sound like you'd been waiting for this moment for too long. You bump up against the wall, his hands cradling your head, holding you, guiding you as he licks deeper into your mouth making you moan into his and he definitely wants to hear that sound again. When he eventually pulls away from the kiss there's a tinge of concern in his expression.

"Sweetheart, d'you want this? Please say you want this because I don't think I can stop...but I will if you tell me to." His chest is heaving, afraid of what you might say.

Your heart leaps at the fact he's asking, the two of you almost sober enough to make a decision, but you both know there's no going back after it's made.

Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer, and when he slots his thigh between your legs you can't help but grind against it.

"Don't stop, Matt, I want this, want you…"

The tension in his body releases like a slingshot and he surges against you, both of you fighting for breath as you strip each other of your clothes.

This might end up just a drunk fuck but you already know you'll have zero regrets. Matt is one of the hottest guys you know, as well as being the most charming. And hell, that's how you ended up here in the first place.

Between the scorching hot kisses and fumbling he manages to rid you of your pants and you've got his fly open, fingers wrapping around and stroking his length as he's gasping into your shoulder. A wavering moan escapes your lips as his hand snakes between your legs, his fingers sliding between your slick folds and he groans long and loud as he feels just how turned on you are.

"Yes, fuck...yes" you plead and he's pushing two fingers into your heat. Your legs are shaking but he's managing to hold you up despite how wasted he is, fixated on the feel of you, his mouth open tasting your arousal in the air mixing with the alcohol in his system.

"Ohh, shit." He almost folds at the way you're working his cock with your hand, both of you grinding and groping at each other in desperation.

"Matt, please… I need you."

You're too horny to wait, green means go and Matt's not waiting around either, one hand at the small of your back and the other gripping your thigh, lifting your leg up as you take his cock in your hand and line him up.

"God, sweetheart… you don't know how much I've dreamed of this, of you."

You moan in unison as he smoothly thrusts inside. He feels so fucking good, snapping his hips and fucking you up against the wall, both of you unrestrained and unable to keep from vocalising your pleasure. Your kisses are frantic, touches like fire on each other's skin.

Moans reverberate around the hall, increasing in volume and pitch as Matt's fingers push between your bodies to find your clit. There's no room in your conscious for anything but him and how he's making you feel. Pleasure builds in your core, coils and tightens with every thrust and touch. He feels you tense and tighten, edging to the precipice.

"Matty please, don't stop, don't stop,"

"M'not gonna…"

"Oh...oh-"

Your orgasm hits you first, a warm blurry taste of your dreams made real, your fingers gripping and tugging at his hair as he moans your name, his mouth on yours as you shake apart. The possessiveness of it drives him right over the edge after you, hips stuttering as he tries to keep fucking you through the aftershocks but then you're kissing him softly all over his face trying to calm him and bring him back down. His breath is hot and harsh against your neck as he carefully lets your legs down, a dreamy smile on your face as he stays close, half-slumping against you and the wall.

You giggle as he starts covering your cheeks in little pecks from his rosy lips. "C'mon, come to bed." He eventually says, slowly leading you to his bedroom where after you get cleaned up, he pulls you into the soft covers to cuddle up beside him.

The morning comes and with it a raging hangover. When you turn over and open your eyes you realise you're alone in Matt's bed. You scrunch up your face, burying your head under the blankets hiding from the brightness and groaning as you remember the night before and how he must think you're absolutely shameless.

You're soon interrupted from your in-depth over-analysis of everything that happened by Matt gently lifting the duvet from your face.

"Hey, morning sweetie. You alright?" He's sitting on the bed beside you holding a cup of coffee out. "Here."

"Painkillers and water there too if you need them. I know I did." He chuckles and scrubs his hand over his tired face.

You push yourself to sit up and your words come blurting out like vomit. "Listen, Matt… I'm so sorry about last night, it all happened so fast and I really do like you... a lot, I didn't want to ruin our friendship and now you probably think I'm easy and I'll just put out to anyone after a few drinks, but I'm-"

Matt's hand cups your face. He's smiling at you and it's genuine, gorgeous. He looks far too good to be hungover. It's not fair.

"Hey, I was there too, remember? And I don't think that at all. I really like you too and I meant what I said… all I'm sorry for is that it wasn't the way I'd hoped we would… well, y'know?"

You swallowed down a gulp of coffee, your stomach tight and roiling. "You mean, you wanted to… you don't regret..?"

"I'd never regret it. I hoped that if we ever… if you ever wanted to be with me that I'd treat you the way you deserve, take our time?"

You can't help the way your face heats up and you're secretly thankful he can't see. You let what he's just said sink into your groggy brain and allow yourself to feel the relief that he still wants something with you.

"Okay." You say, trying to collect the tornado of butterflies that are fluttering around inside you. "I'll tell you what, once this headache has gone will you let me take you for breakfast? And then, maybe, we could… uh, try again? Not that last night wasn't great, because it was!"

He laughs and nods. "I would love nothing more sweetheart, and it really was…"

#matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock smut #kinkwasthereaminuteago #matt murdock fic #daredevil smut

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togrowoldinv · 3 years ago

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The Party

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

You’re friends with Florence and you have feelings for her. She doesn’t know that until one party changes everything.

Note: There’s a little spice at the end, but nothing too major. Happy reading!

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“Omg y/n, you’re here!” Florence says as she approaches you from across the room.

“Of course I’m here Flo. It’s your big night!” You hug her, soaking up her touch. “So how was it? Sorry I couldn’t make it to the movie, but I promise to see it as soon as I can.”

“Oh no worries. And it was really great! I think everyone liked it!” Florence replies as she pulls away from your embrace. Her hands slide down your arms to grab your hands. “I have to go mingle with some other people, but find me later, yeah?”

“Absolutely,” you reply with a squeeze to her hands.

She runs off with other to do her movie star mingling and you watch her go with a sigh. Truth is, you are hopelessly in love with her and you are pretty sure she’ll only ever see you as a friend. When you had met Florence the first time at a mutual friend’s party, you knew you liked her. That was about a year ago. But she was just getting out of a relationship and the timing wasn’t right to tell her you liked her.

So, you’ve been keeping up an act around Florence for a long time now. You try not to melt every time she touches you, but it doesn’t help that Florence is affectionate by nature. She often hugs you, cuddles with you on the couch while you hang out, and even kisses your cheeks when she’s excited about something. It’s all platonic, you know, but no matter how hard you try her touch makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

You spend most of the night talking to Florence’s brother and sisters since they are the only other people you know at the party. Eventually Florence finds you again and she’s giggling as she sits down next to you on the couch you are on. She sits extremely close to you.

“Hi y/n,” she giggles out and you smile at her widely.

“Hi Flossie,” you reply and she leans so close to you think she might just kiss you, but she hovers a few inches from your lips.

“Are you having fun? I certainly am,” she says quietly and you can smell the alcohol on her breath.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” you reply and she turns to maneuver herself to lean back into you and prop her legs up on the couch. Her head rests on your shoulder and she loops her arm into yours, playing with your fingers. The position feels very intimate and you try your best to steady your breath and your heartbeat, so she can’t feel your nerves.

“Oh guess what?” Florence says playfully after a moment of just sitting together.

“Um, what?” You ask and she laughs.

“I know something you don’t,” Florence teases.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You ask, raising your brow. There’s no telling what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“Someone’s in love with you,” she says giggling. “Do you want to know who it is?”

You honestly have no idea how to respond to that, but Florence doesn’t give you time to as she speaks again.

“It’s me,” she says and then covers her mouth, realizing what she said. She gets off of the couch quickly. You can’t formulate a response and she stands there awkwardly. You’re not even sure she’ll remember this tomorrow. “I’m just going to go,” she says.

“No. You stay, it’s your party. I’ll just see myself out,” you say as you move past her towards the doors. You fight back tears as you drive home. You just wish Florence would’ve told you that when she was sober. Maybe then you would’ve kissed her lips passionately and told her you loved her too.

It’s two days before you and Florence speak again. She called and asked you to come over for dinner and to talk. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to speak to her again. A million thoughts run through your head as you knock on her door.

“Hey y/n,” Florence says easily as she opens the door. She gives you a brief hug in greeting as you enter the house. “Dinner is almost ready. If you want to talk before, we can?” She gestures to the couch.

“Sure,” you reply, your hands shake a bit at your sides as you sit. She’s careful to leave a bit of space between you two when she sits too.

“I wanted to apologize for how things ended the other night,” Florence starts the conversation.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you remembered what happened, but when you didn’t reach out for a couple days I figured you did,” you reply, looking into her eyes.

“Actually, I didn’t remember until yesterday and it took my sister helping me put the pieces together,” Florence explains.

“Hm. I don’t know what to say, Flo,” you reply, sitting back on the couch.

“Then I’ll say more,” she begins. “Y/n, I’m not apologizing for what I said, but for the circumstance in which I said it,” she explains. Your heart stops at her words.

“What? I- you- what?” You’re too shocked to say anything else. She reaches out for your cheek and you two make closer eye contact.

“I’m in love with you, y/n. Like real, indescribable love. I love you,” Florence confesses, her thumb brushes over your blush tinted cheek. “You are under no obligation to say or do anything.”

“Flo?” You ask and she hums in response. “I’m in love with you too,” you say and she grins so much.

“Really?” She asks with childlike hope. You admire how adorable she is in this moment.

“I have been for quite some time, Florence,” you say with a smile.

“Oh that’s so good to hear, love. Can I kiss you?” Florence is so close to you now that your senses are flooded with all things her.

“Yes. Can I kiss you?” You ask and she gleefully chuckles before leaning in and connecting her lips with yours.

Her hand is soft on your cheek as her other finds it’s way into your hair. Your hands rest on her hips as you kiss each other slowly, both savoring the moment.

“My god why haven’t we done that before?” You ask once you both break for air.

“We’re fools, both of us,” Florence says. “But I say we don’t stop doing it for a long time.”

“I’m in full agreement,” you reply as she pulls you in for another kiss.

It’s a hungrier, more passionate kiss. Something that can lead to so much more and does as Florence straddles your lap and moves her lips to your neck. You gasp at the sensation. Before you know it, the two of you have your shirts off and are kissing each other everywhere you can reach.

“Y/n, babe is this okay?” Florence asks as her hands stop roaming your body until she has confirmation that you want this.

“Absolutely. Is it okay with you?” You reply, your hands resting on her hips.

“Hell yes,” she says as her lips find their way to yours again and her hips press you further into the couch. “You want to take this to the bedroom?” Florence asks a few moments later in between kisses. You nod and she grabs your hand to lead you to her room, smiling at you all the while.

You spend the night together and many nights after that. For two years, you spend every moment you can together. And you become thankful for that party. Even so much that you decide to remember that night of Florence’s confession as the best thing that ever happened to you. There’s even a joke made about it your wedding.

“To the martinis that brought it all together,” her sister says. “To y/n and Florence.”

“To y/n and Florence!” everyone cheers and toasts the both you.

You hold Florence’s hand as you sit next to each other, just having been married. You can feel the coolness of her wedding band in your hand and you are home.

“I love you so much, Flo,” you say.

“I love you too, darling,” she replies with a soft kiss to your lips.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh fluff

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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My King

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: burns, violence, injuries

Author’s Note: This was so cute omg, I hope you enjoy love!

Requested; by anon, Hi love I absolutely adore your writing and I was wondering if you could request the ‘who did this to you trope’ with Nikolai please Thank you

Summary: the request!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Nikolai Lantsov, King of Ravka, was the only man in this world that could make you actually visibly flustered. Boy did he love that. He used it to his advantage whenever he could and even managed to make you laugh here and there.

You stood behind him, looking down at his radiant blonde hair. You brushed through it carefully, making sure there were no tangles. He looked at you through the mirror and you pretended not to notice.

“You have to talk more with the suitors today,” you muttered, focused on combing through his hair.

“No I don’t,” he said. “I’ve picked my Queen.” You rolled your eyes. He caught it and couldn’t help but smile softly.

“I can’t be Queen Nikolai.” You met his eyes through the reflection. He looked effortlessly handsome, though he always did. You were always amazed at his stunning looks. Nikolai was a regal man and if nothing else, looked like he was fit to be a King.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because I’m not royal.” You put your hands on his shoulders and leaned down, tilting your head to see him face to face. He met your gaze, that charming look in his eyes. “And you won’t get any prospects from being with me. You won’t get any money. You won’t get any land. You’ll get only me and that is not enough.”

“It’s plenty!” he protested. “I don’t need land or money or prospects. I just need you.” You shook your head and turned around, walking over to his bed. You handed him the clothing that his people had picked out for him to wear.

“No you want me. Ravka needs someone suited for the job.” Nikolai hated when you brought Ravka into this. If he was a low servant boy the two of you would have been married ages ago. He stood and turned around, holding his clothing in his hand.

“I will convince you.”

“No you won’t,” you muttered absentmindedly. “I have to call Genya to get things prepared for next week. You get dressed.”

“I won’t get married to anyone else.”

“We can have an affair on the side, will that make you happy?”

“No. I will not produce a bastard and make our child suffer the way I have,” he grumbled. You met his eyes kindly.

“Who says I want children with you?”

“You can’t keep your hands off me, I’m fairly certain your actions betray your words.” You rolled your eyes and put your hand on his chest as you walked past.

“Get dressed Nikolai. I’ll be with Genya if you need me.”

You left the room and he was left alone with his mind and his clothes. He stared at the door for a second, shaking his head. He knew that you were right. He knew that you understood this situation better than most. But he also knew that as long as you were alive, he could never love another person. He didn’t want to and he didn’t need to. You would make a wonderful Queen.

He would convince you one day, he was sure of it.

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Genya held a clipboard in her hand. You wondered briefly if she had different colors to match what she wanted to go for that day. You almost never saw her without some sort of planning ability.

“I wish you would just marry him, save us all the trouble,” Genya said softly. You rolled your eyes.

“Trust me, if I could I would.”

“You’re completely able. You aren’t repulsed by him like some of the women coming. You aren’t his cousin, you aren’t underage. You’re both in love and that should be enough.”

“It’s enough for him. Not enough for Ravka.” You let out a small sigh and was about to say something else when a guard entered the room. You raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t announced himself or anything which was unusual. You are one of the closest to the King and usually was shown that respect. But this man looked very worried.

“There’s a Grisha at the gates, demanding to come in.”

“Do you know who it is?” you asked. He shook his head. You pursed your lips and spared Genya a glance. You were a very talented Heartrender and could use your power for defense if necessary. “What kind of Grisha?”

“Inferni.” You let out a soft sigh. That wasn’t great news.

“Should I find Zoya?” Genya asked. You shook your head.

“Zoya isn’t in Ravka.” She was out with Nina, hopelessly spying on others. She had protested quite often but you made her go. She could do good out there and could come back to lead her post later. You turned to the guard. “Come.”

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You didn’t bother stopping to tell Nikolai. You could handle this yourself, you were sure. It was one Grisha. You had fought plenty before. You could handle one Inferni. You did wish you hadn’t told Zoya to go though. She was much more powerful than you.

You reached the gates and saw the fire immediately. Your few Tidemakers were doing their best to battle the flames but the Inferni looked skilled. You wondered if they were a member of the Second Army before the war.

You saw him standing at the edge of the gates.

“Let me see the King!” he yelled at the guards, shooting flames aimlessly. You focused, slowing his heart rate at your will. He looked frightened as he realized what was happening to him. You approached cautiously.

“The King is busy today,” you said. He clutched his chest. “Can I help you?”

“I want…” he breathed heavily, “to kill the King.” You shook your head.

“That isn’t going to happen today.” He looked up at you and before you knew it he had shot a ball of fire in your direction. It knocked you down, causing you to lose your focus. Pain flew to your limbs as you put the fire out. You raised your hand to him and crippled him down to his knees more harshly this time. You took the air from his lungs, your own body singed and smoking as you did so. You guestered to a Tidemaker and some guards. “Take him.”

They did as they were told, dragging him to the dungeon. He gasped for air until he was out of your sight.

You sat in the courtyard for a moment, reveling in your pain. No one approached you for a moment, unsure if you were able to stand on your own or not. You wobbled to your feet and guestered to a guard.

“Send for Genya Safin.”

“Should I get the King?” the guard asked.

“Saints no,” you breathed.

You walked back inside the castle and soon enough saw Genya rushing towards you. Her eyes went wide in horror.

“Why didn’t you ask for a Healer?” she exclaimed.

“I wanted you to take me there,” you breathed, laughing gently. She held you up and started to walk towards the nearest Healer when you saw Nikolai coming down the stairs, a guard trailing after him. He ran up to you, putting his arms around your waist and holding you up. Genya let you go into his grasp. Your eyes narrowed on the guard. “You disobeyed me.”

“He insisted on knowing whenever you were hurt,” the guard said quietly. You shook your head.

“Who did this to you?” Nikolai almost growled. You tried not to think of the monster inside him as he spoke in an animalistic tone.

“Inferni at the gates.”

“You should have called for help.”

“I can handle myself.” He turned to Genya.

“Take her to the Healers, I’m going to see this Inferni.” You gave him a look as he put you back into her care.

“Nikolai don’t do anything stupid unprotected,” you muttered, wincing in pain.

“He’ll get what's coming to him,” Nikolai muttered as he walked away from you.

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The Healers tended to your wounds quickly and were able to avoid having any serious burns. You had gotten lucky. Nikolai was right though, you should have sent for help. You rested in your room, bandages over your various injuries.

The door opened without a knock which meant it was no one but Nikolai. You looked over at him.

“What did you do?” you asked evenly. He quickly sat at your side, grabbing your hand in his. He leaned forward and brushed your hair out of your face.

“He will be tried for high treason.”

“He didn’t commit high treason. He can’t even be tried for an assasination attempt, he never got close to you.” Nikolai smiled slyly and met your eyes.

“First off, I’m the King and I get to say who is tried with high treason. Second off, it was not an assassination attempt on the King of Ravka, it was however an assassination attempt on the future Queen of Ravka.” You went completely silent for a few moments, his words hanging in the air.

“You didn’t tell him that, did you?”

“I did. In fact, I told Genya to stop planning for the suitors' arrival next week.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Then I told her to get an official announcement prepared.”

“Nikolai-”

“Be quiet for a moment,” he said, meeting your eyes. “You got rather lucky today. You’re very lucky actually that you happened to be at the castle where there are the best Healers around. If you hadn’t been, your burns could have been much worse and you could have died.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch.”

“Shh!” He cleared his throat. “I won’t lose you. You are the most fit to be Queen and we will secure the Lantsov line with our children.”

“I’m Grisha thou-”

“Darling, if you interrupt me one more time I will poke an injury.” You smiled a bit and rolled your eyes. “My decision is final. I am your King and I have made my choice.” He paused. “If you’ll have me.” You had a feeling that he was telling you the truth. There was no way to talk him out of this. Truth be told, you wanted nothing more than to marry him. You had wanted it since the moment he laid eyes on you. You closed your eyes for a moment and shook your head, laughing gently.

“Fine. Yes, Nikolai, I will marry you.” A bright smile went over his face as he clapped his hands together and then turned to you, kissing you gently. You moaned in pain and he pulled away.

“I’m sorry. Just excited. Oh Genya is going to love this. She’ll have a ball planning our wedding. Oh and I have so many ideas for the honeymoon, you’re going to love it.” You grabbed his hand and couldn’t help but feel equally excited.

“We can talk more about it in the morning. Right now, I’m exhausted.”

“Oh yes of course. Scoot over.”

“Nikolai, you have things to do today.”

“Scoot.” You rolled your eyes and did as you were told. He laid on the bed beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder. You rested your head on his chest.

“Goodnight my darling,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight my King.”

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