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bia-wayne-west · 1 year ago

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Boyfriend — Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

Summary: You are one of JYP Entertainment's makeup artists and are in a secret relationship with Hwang Hyunjin.

Warnings: Fluffy, a little smut, hot, secret dating.

A/N: This is my first k-pop imagine, I hope it's good. Remembering that I'm Brazilian and I don't speak fluent English, so please forgive any writing errors you find.

Request are open

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I ran towards JYP's door, knowing I was late. My alarm clock didn't go off, and I had to take a taxi to avoid being too late.

I wished good morning to the security guard, who let me through with a smile on his face. He was really nice, and even offered to help me carry my heavy backpacks when I needed to take makeup and brushes to the car.

She had been working for JYP for three years, being the makeup artist for a single group during that time. I was assigned to Stray Kids from the first day, and I was very well received by everyone.

The boys are always very kind, and include you in conversations, they don't treat you like a robot but like another human being. I also go on tour with them, so everyone's makeup looks perfect for any occasion.

It was during one of the trips that what no one expected happened. During one night of the show, it was very cold and I hadn't brought any coat. Furthermore, I really missed my family who lived in another country. When I least expected it, Hyunjin appeared, offering me his sweater.

He sat next to me, on the floor, and started talking to me. We had already had interactions together, but this was the first time I was alone with him.

After the show, I received a turkey breast sandwich from one of the staff, with his cell phone number. We started talking a lot.

It didn't take long for Hyunjin invited me on a date, and I thought a lot before accepting. That was four months ago, and we've been dating ever since.

It's extremely confusing to date an idol, especially when you work for their company. We cannot be together in public, nor show feelings around the staff.

If anyone found out, I would be fired, and if our relationship became public, Hyunjin could be kicked out of Stray Kids.

“How are you, Y/N?” Felix said, sitting in the high chair in the makeup room. He had clips in his hair, while Hani, my professional colleague, applied foundation to his face. “Did you wake up very late?”

“My alarm clock’s fault.” I said, throwing my bag on one of the dressers. I sanitized my hand with some alcohol gel and read my schedule for the day.

I should do makeup on Changbin and Lee MinHo, and then I should only be available in case one of them needs to touch up their foundation or powder.

“Good morning, Changbin.” I said, pulling out the chair for the man to sit down. He laughed, sitting down and starting to scroll through his smartphone. “What is today's event?” I asked.

“Let's take photos for our new album, and then we can leave.” He explained.

“So, I will apply more natural makeup on you , okay?” I said, and he nodded, agreeing. I did the makeup, and after that, I met with MinHo, who talked the whole time.

After that, I sat at one of the tables in the break room, waiting for someone to need me. I bought a coffee from one of the vending machines, so my tiredness would disappear.

“Unnie?” Hani called me, with her hands crossed behind her back and a grimace on her face. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yes.” I said, throwing the disposable cup in the trash. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you help one of the boys in my place?” She asked. “I have to leave early today, and EunHee told me that I could only go if I finished my work.”

“Who's the last boy you have to put makeup on?”

“Hyunjin.” She said.

“Of course, I can do his makeup for you.” I said, with a small smile on my face, almost imperceptible.

“Thank you, Y/N, you are an angel.” She thanked, bowing and leaving celebrating. “I'll take you to barbecue tomorrow, as thanks.” Hani shouted at me, making me laugh.

I went to the makeup room, seeing that most of the group members were no longer present. Hyunjin was already sitting in the chair, and Felix was waiting for the hairdresser to finish fixing his hair.

“Hi.” I whispered to my boyfriend, seeing him smile when he saw me.

“Hello, jagiya.” He said, also in a low tone. “I almost celebrated when Hani told me she would ask you to do my makeup instead of her.”

The brunette threw his head back, with a wide smile. He had his hair tied up and his face clean.

“Oppa, how do you want your makeup?” I wanted to know. It was bold to be so intimate with him, but Felix knew about our relationship, as did the rest of Stray Kids, and they kept it quiet.

“Do what you think is best, beautiful.” He murmured close to me, emphasizing the final sentence. “I trust you."

“You shouldn't trust me." I commented, taking a little of the foundation of his tone and depositing it on the acrylic plate. I chose one of the sponges, starting to apply the product to his soft skin. “I could do ridiculous makeup on you.”

“It would still be good, because you made it.” He argued, making me laugh.

“Oppa, you are so cheesy.” I spoke, a little louder than I should have , attracting Felix's attention, who looked at us, laughing.

He looked at his friend, seeing that Felix was making fun of us. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, looking back at me.

“When we finish the photos, we will have the day free.” He said. “I want you to go to my apartment.” Hyunjin suggested.

“I have to finish organizing the product counter.” I explained. “ can't go today.” I whispered, looking for concealer in the drawers.

“You do this every day, and the other makeup artists take advantage of it.” He said. “No one will die if you don't wash your brushes or store your foundations. Other makeup artists never do this, they leave all the work to you. This is not just your obligation.”

“Oppa, But what if my boss gives me a warning?”

“Stop worrying, Y/N. The other staff have to clean up their own mess, instead of waiting for you to clean it up.” Hyunjin raised his eyes, looking at the ceiling as I applied concealer to his dark circles, which were barely visible. “Let's go to my apartment, I have a surprise for you.”

“It's okay, Hyunjin.”I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. “I'll come to your apartment as soon as I can leave.”

He smiled broadly.

“You won't regret it, jagiya.”

I finished the makeup, applying small layers of lip tint to his lips. I forced myself not to give him a kiss, seeing him smile at me, almost guessing my thoughts.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He thanked me, getting up from the chair and looking at me. He walked past me and sat on the couch next to Felix, starting an animated conversation with his friend.

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After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I requested a taxi through the app, entering the address of the building where Hyunjin lived. It wasn't too far from the company, but it would take a long time if I walked.

I didn't have time to touch up my makeup, so I took advantage of my time in the elevator to reapply my lipstick and blush.

His apartment was on the fifteenth floor, and had an electronic door lock. Even though we had only been dating for a few months, Hyunjin told me what the password was. After entering the code, I opened the door.

The light in the living room was on, and when I entered the room, I heard the sound of water coming from the master bedroom, indicating that he was taking a shower.

“My love?” I called him, closing the door and walking to the suite bathroom. “I already arrived.”

“Honey?” He asked, and as soon as I confirmed, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing my boyfriend, with wet hair and underwear.

He had a white towel in his hands, and started to dry his hair, while I sat on his bed, watching him walk around the room. Hwang went to the closet, coming back with sweatpants and a white t”shirt.

“Come closer.” He pulled me by the hand, making me stand up. I was inches away from his body.

Hyunjin closed the distance between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. My hands went towards his neck. He was a little taller than me, meaning I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

His mouth was wet and sweet, with the minty breath of someone who had just taken a shower. My boyfriend's left hand reached my hip, while his right went towards my face, caressing me.

I started running my fingers through his soft hair, the soft, wonderful smell of the shampoo. Hyunjin's perfume had a woody tone, with the soft scent of roses and a slightly discreet refreshment. It looked like paradise.

Reluctantly, he turned away from me, with a wide smile that made his eyes close.

“I have something for you.” He announced, pulling me into the living room. Hyunjin told me to sit down, while he went to his small painting studio, returning with a painting in hand. “I did something, and I think it might please you.” The idol smiled, shyly, handing me the painting.

It was packaged, with grass green wrapping paper and a small bow. He waited anxiously, watching me open the package.

As soon as I took out the paper, I let out a surprised sigh.

It was me.

He had painted me. Made my portrait.

It was a prettier version of me, much more beautiful than I saw myself in the mirror. Hyunjin painted me with a smile on my face, and without lipstick or eye shadow. It was so beautiful I almost couldn't stop looking at it.

“Happy four month anniversary together.” He said, making a shy face, seeming to fear that I wouldn't like the gift.

“Hyunjin...” I tried to say, but I couldn't stop admiring the beautiful way my boyfriend saw me. “ It's so beautiful...” I said, in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” He wanted to know.

“I loved.” I confessed, smiling. I placed the painting carefully on the couch, and stood up, facing my boyfriend. “But I didn't buy you anything, sorry...”

I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I had forgotten that today was our anniversary.

“I don't need any gifts, Y/N.” He said. “You are my greatest and best gift.”

I laughed, throwing my head back.

“I’? really sorry, love.” I said, running her hand over his face.

Hyunjin held my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

“Stop it, I told you I don’t need anything.” The rapper said. I sat in the chair, watching him take dishes from the fridge. I offered help, but he refused. “The surprise is not over yet.”

“Do you have one more surprise for me?” I asked when I smelled the tasty aroma coming from the dishes.

“I cooked for you.” He announced, taking the lid off the container and showing me the food he had prepared. “Tteokbokki!” He said, proudly.

“You did that?” I asked, surprised.

He smiled, grabbing clean dishes from the cupboard. Hwang also placed two glasses and glasses on the table.

“I wanted to do something special for you, darling.” He said. “I always go to your house and eat the food you make, so I wanted to give back.”

I smiled at him, helping myself to a portion of the meal. My boyfriend also bought bottles of Soju and some wine. Because he was the oldest, he insisted on serving me the drink.

“Thanks.” II thanked him. “Everything is perfect, Hyunjin.”

I ate the first spoonful, tasting the food. He also tasted it, making a small face, usual when he liked something.

“It's so good.” I spoke.

The rapper and I finished eating, and even though I offered to wash the dishes, he forbid me from going near the sink. The brunette invited me to see a horror movie.

I sat down on the soft sofa, right next to him. Hyunjin began the horror film, adjusting himself on the upholstery. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the idol's hand slide over my shoulder, caressing me.

We hugged for most of the movie, until he put his hand on my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but the hair on my body stood up, and I bit my lip, deciding to stop the movie.

I pulled the rapper by the neck, making him turn towards me. I kissed him very cheerfully. He returned the gesture, taking his hand off my thigh and placing it on my face.

In a bold move, I lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. Hyunjin wasn't heavy, but he still stayed on his knees so he didn't put all his weight on me.

The kiss continued, and the man let his mouth roam my face, distributing kisses until he reached my neck. I wore a black tank top, which left him free to leave me with several hickeys.

I took my hand to the hem of his shirt, letting it penetrate the fabric, feeling his slim abdomen. I felt him get goosebumps from my touch, and I gave a cheeky smile when I saw that Hyunjin kissed my breasts.

Suddenly, he stopped, sitting on the sofa and taking off his t”shirt, leaving just his pants on. I smiled when I saw the red marks I had left on his skin, probably my neck was equally marked.

“We're going to miss the end of the movie.” He said, laughing.

“We can see it again tomorrow.” I spoke. “However, we would lose the ending the same way.”

The brunette came back on top of me, taking his hands to the hem of my blouse, asking permission with his eyes. I nodded, biting my lip and stretching my arms to help him with the task of getting me naked.

Hyunjin unbuttoned my dark wash jeans, and pulled them off, throwing them on the living room floor. The man looked at me, seeing that I was wearing a burgundy lingerie set.

“You are beautiful.” He said.

I smiled.

“You too, Hyun.” I said, pulling him again so that he was on top of me.

The idol's mouth went straight towards my breasts, which were still covered by the bra. I let out a low moan, caressing the back of his neck.

Hyunjin continued moving down with his lips, placing kisses down my abdomen, and stopping at my panties. He sent me a smile. To my surprise, he came towards my lips again, kissing me.

I reciprocated, letting the rapper's tongue enter my mouth.

My nails made small welts on the man's pale back, who sighed at the sensation.

“I love you.” He confessed, between the kiss.

“I love you.” I said, feeling his hand go down my body, stopping at my panties. The feeling was wonderful, and he looked at me, as if asking if he could continue with the touches. If I think, I kissed him again, authorizing Hyunjin to do whatever he wanted with my body.

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gerards-the-right-way · 1 month ago

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Smut, male receiving, degrading

Gerard was a quiet boy. He kept to himself mostly. He only ever talked to his three friends, Frank, Ray, and his younger brother Mikey. No one but his friends knew much about him. He doesn't talk; every time I see him, he's just sketching in his sketchbook. He is always wearing a band tee and skinny jeans. Gerard also had long greasy hair. He was a loner, an outcast, a freak.

It was lunch and for some reason, the cafeteria was surprisingly crowded today, with little to no open seats. The first seat my eyes landed on was with Gerard and his friends. I took a deep breath walking over, it couldn't be that bad right they are just outcasts, freaks, what was the worst that could happen? Maybe they are cool.

I walked over to them “Hey, there are no open seats can I sit here?” I asked. They all looked at me. “Yeah sure” his one friend, Frank, said. I took a seat next to Gerard It was the only open. He looked over at me before going back to reading his comic. He didn't talk much nor did his friends. The only one who did talk was Frank.

Frank and I talked about everything from music to movies. When Gerard got up to throw away his tray. I watched him walk to throw it out, even though he is a geek and a helpless loser he is cute, really cute. He had the cutest small demeanor to him making him look so small and shy.

“Does someone have a crush?” Frank teased. “Ew, no, he's a geek” “and you're staring at him like he a piece of candy that you want.” I rolled my eyes “Frank shut the fuck up” before frank can snap back with any snarky comment Gerard came back. It was silent after that.

Frank broke the silence “So do you play any instruments?” “uh yeah, I play the drums” They all perked up besides Gerard. “You know we need a drummer for our band, and we are having practice at Mikey and Gerard's house today after school, you should join us” I look at him a bit taken back by the offer. “Uh yeah, I'll see if I can make it tonight.”

When school got out I made my way to Gerard's house. I walked up to the doorstep taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. I heard footsteps until the door opened up. It was Gerard. “Oh, uh hey. The boys aren't here yet. I nodded as he led me into the living room. I took a seat on the couch. Gerard stayed up with me in the living room for a bit but then got up without saying a word walking to his bedroom.

After a while, I got restless and decided to go see what he was up to. I stood up walking over to the basement door bofore walking down. When I got fully in I saw him here. My heart dropped, and he quickly covered himself. He was covered in sweat and was flushed. “Get out!” he said a bit of a struggle in his voice.

I looked at him “Were you jerking off?” “I- uh” he started to speak out but was betrayed by his boner that his blanket didn't hide as well as he thought it would. I started walking over to him, my mind seemed like it was forcing my legs.”w-what are you doing?” he asked. I took the blanket off his lad exposing him. Gerard went to try to cover himself but stopped his hands pinning them to his sides. “How about you give your hand a break” I said he nodded, his face was a deep dark red. I leaned over him and kissed him on the lips, it was quick but it got the point across as I scooted down to the bottom of his bed positioning myself in between his legs.

I took his dick into my hand licking the precum off the tip it was salty but sweet at the same time. I licked down the shaft before I took the whole thing into my mouth. He was about average but still big enough for me to gag on. It was clear Gerard was not the cleanest person so the smell was a bit strong but for some reason that just made me want to do this more.

I kissed his tip before looking up at him placing him fully into my mouth, and making eye contact with him. I watched as she shut his eyes fully and bucked his hips up, hitting the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down as he watched me, his moans getting louder every time.

It was cute how pathetic he was being for me. Moaning and whining as I pleased him. I took him into my mouth licking the tip and the base, even adding a little bit of teeth. He moaned louder and louder with everything I did. I felt him twitch in my mouth. I started to go faster but before I can pull my mouth off I felt him release into my mouth filling my mouth with his cum.

I didn't hesitate to swallow every ounce of it though. I sat up and looked at him. He was panting and his face was flushed. He looked at me as I smiled and licked my lips. “You're cute when you're a pathetic mess for me.” I stood up “I hear noises upstairs, the bands are probably here, better hope they didn't hear your pretty noises” i said winking as i walked upstares.

#my chemical romance #gerard way #gerard way smut

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humanoid-encounter · 6 months ago

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following up the job interview I landed Jonathan Sims style, I'm pretty sure this place is serving the eye (/hj)

so like, I got to the location for the interview (which is just an office in the middle of a street) (though, I must say, I never even noticed an office ever being there until today)

and first of all, the entire ground level's walls are just glass windows, making it so you can watch the workers at any given point from the outside??? i hope I don't have to work there I'd have this sense of being watched all the time (which may be the point)

and, the part that made me lowkey creeped out is, I've spoken to the HR manager through messages to schedule my in-person interview (the one I'm supposed to have in half an hour). After this, which was several days ago, we have not spoken (nor do I see the need to, but alas) So, I get there, I look around from the outside to gauge my future working conditions and I notice this female worker look up her desk and make eye contact w me. Which like, is normal, cus I was kind of watching her and her colleagues from the outside like they were rats in a pet store.

THE WEIRD PART COMES when I go sit on a bench nearby to wait until it's the time my interview was scheduled for (I arrived an hour early because I'm anxious about traffic) and I KID YOU NOT I IMMEDIATLY GET A MESSAGE FROM THE HR MANAGER BEING LIKE "Let me know when you get here so we can send someone to welcome you."

WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING but it still gives me this slight sense of being watched, which is very magnus-esque.

Stay tuned to find out what happens next!! Will this be a normal job (most likely)??? or did I just stumble upon a real TMA setting?????

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #the eye

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xximpressions · 1 year ago

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The Duchess (7)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Clyvedon

Word Count: 1,404

A/N: Happy New Year!!!

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It never did occur to you how effortless your first few days at Clyvedon felt.

Though you were initially anxious upon your arrival to the lavish estate, the unexpectedly warm welcome you received from the Duke and his wife helped to alleviate such worries.

And the rest of the Bridgerton clan was also paramount in reducing such anxieties since the enthusiasm from a certain child could only be met with your own sincerity while also forcing you to put aside any lingering hesitance you subconsciously felt about being an imposing guest.

“Oh Duchess! I am so very glad you are here to stay with us!”

Exclaimed the young lady you were quickly becoming fond of.

“And I am so very glad to be here with you all, Miss Hyacinth! The honor is truly mine.”

You said with a curtsey and a smile following your arrival in the foyer.

“I am afraid,” interceded the Viscount, “that I must cut such a happy reunion short since I am sure the Duchess would like to get settled in her accommodations before dinner after such a tiresome journey here.”

“Indeed!” Echoed his eldest sister as she turned to direct her housekeeper.

“Mrs.Coulson, will you see her Grace to her room and ensure that she has everything she needs for her stay?”

While the older woman confirmed the necessary final arrangements with her house mistress, you took the chance to inconspicuously lean toward the Viscount in order to quietly whisper,

“It was my understanding that we had agreed to do away with such titles, did we not?”

Though he had to momentarily pause in order to tame his humored grin at your playful question, his amused hushed reply only came seconds later.

“Well, since my family happens to already be aware of the admiration I have for you, I thought it might be a bit impertinent to make it any more obvious.”

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes and directing a teasing smirk your way, he coyly finished by asking,

“Was that not correct of me, my Lady?”

Because you failed to contain the elated grin at his words, Anthony was able to catch a glimpse of the appreciation your external expression displayed at his sincere comment while you felt the internal blooming warmth of joy begin to spread within your chest at the honor of hearing yourself be referred to as such.

However, before either of you could dwell on your conversation any longer, you were being approached by the housekeeper.

“If you will come with me, your Grace, then I can show you to your room.”

With a nod and a thank you, you began to follow the woman named Mrs.Coulson.

As you took your leave from the foyer and the rest of those present began to disperse, the Lady of the house made sure to announce,

“Dinner will be in an hour, so we will all meet in the drawing room once everyone has finished changing.”

And with that final piece of information, you made your way up the stairs behind your guide.

Initially, the main emotion you felt at Aubrey Hall had been perplexion given the first time you had been seated for dinner with them at one of their country estates.

Because you had been raised by an elderly aunt all your life, most of the family meals you had any memory of essentially consisted of you sitting at different ends of a very long table in silence with your guardian since her frigidly cold demeanor made it explicitly clear that any words from you were not at all wanted, nor would they be at all appreciated.

So, because you had never dined in any other manner with the last of your kin, you suppose your mind had just assumed that all families conducted their meals in such a fashion.

Therefore, you found yourself pleasantly surprised during your first night at Aubrey Hall when it became more than obvious that the coldness you were unconsciously expecting simply did not exist in such genuine warmth.

Even when the inevitable sibling squabbles broke out between youngest and eldest alike, there was never any doubting the affection that clearly accompanied every insult.

Seeing the surprise on your face at such familiarity being allowed at the table, Lady Bridgerton commented with a touch of sheepishness,

“I know it may seem unfashionable, your Grace, but what can I say? We like each other!”

She finished with a shrug as well as a joyful and unapologetic smile that only grew more amused when her son-in-law, the Duke, followed up her statement by teasingly interjecting from his place at the head of the table,

“Most of the time.”

With a humourous smirk aimed at Lady Bridgerton as if speaking from a place of experience.

From that dinner onward, any lingering anxieties you had about being an imposing guest seemed to have vanished since the Basset’s and Bridgerton’s alike made it clear that your presence was not only welcomed, but it was undoubtedly wanted and thoroughly enjoyed each day that you were there.

By the end of your first week at the country estate you had happily fallen into the routine of being sociable with those that were present in the house.

In fact, it was actually becoming a bit of a tradition that after Lady Bridgerton escorted her younger children to bed following dinner, the remaining young adults would gather in the drawing room for a few drinks and some lighthearted conversation.

And on this particular evening, a full week after your original arrival, the drawing room was occupied by merely yourself sat on one couch, the Lord and Lady of the house sat across from you on the other, as well as Lord Bridgerton who was happily seated next to you.

And with the almost inaudible roar of the fireplace filling the dimly lit room, there was a very cozy atmosphere surrounding your group.

Currently, you all were struggling to hold in your laughter at the outburst Anthony had and was continuing to make after jumping up from the couch you shared with him.

When you had asked the Duchess how it was she found herself married to a Duke, you did not think any of you expected the Viscount to shoot up upon learning what fact truly brought his best friend and sister together as a couple.

“A ruse??” he exclaimed once more to everyone’s further amusement.

“Hastings?! You mean to tell me that I could have killed you for a ruse?!?” Anthony bewilderedly repeated with emphasis.

Having to hold back your tickled surprise after he sprung up with such a statement, the Duke only chose to reply to his friend with a teasing nonchalance.

“Oh please, Bridgerton. You have always been a terrible shot, so my life was never really in any danger.”

His accompanying smirk also let everyone know that all had truly been forgiven between the two.

Buzzing with intrigue as Anthony gave an indignant, but humored huff while returning to his seat, you could not help saying to the other Duchess in the room,

“What an exciting way to get betrothed! My own betrothal was more of a legal agreement than a proposal, and even then, it was my aunt who did the signing.” You finished with a chuckle that came out more weak than content.

The minute shift in the jovial mood at the reminder of the poor treatment you had received in your life from people you thought you could trust made you try to lift it again by happily continuing with saying,

“But alas! I am glad to hear it was love that brought you two together and not obligation.”

You said with a kind smile.

However, after the thought passed in the other Duchess’ head that your statement was not exactly true, a devious idea began to form in her mind as she replied by saying,

“Well, if you think about it, a thought-out ruse has already helped one debutante avoid an unsuitable suitor…so who is to say the same strategy could not work again?”

She questioned the room with a certain coyness while aiming a specifically delicate smile at her brother across the way to emphasize exactly where she was going with this.

And who was the Viscount to say no to such a brilliant idea that had already been proven to work once before?

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creative-kny-fics · 11 months ago

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hii!~ I'm not sure if requests are open (no worries if not!), but I was wondering if you could do a ler!Tanjiro / lee!Muichiro fic set during the Hashira Training, like when Tanjiro comes to train with Muichiro? Perhaps he's getting too annoyed/embarassed at all the favoritism Mui is showing him, and decides to get the point across through this way instead! ~ Thank youuu! ♡

It still makes me laugh how Muichiro's expression changes so quickly when he talks to Tanjiro JAHSJSHJAHSKSHSAJA (I hope you don't mind, but I did both switches)

Switches: Muichiro Tokito and Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro had already finished the training, but, even though he did well and received praise from the Mist Hashira, something made him feel uncomfortable...

Maybe it was that there was clearly a preference? Maybe that's it...

'You really are lucky... We've been here for almost 2 weeks, and you've only been here for 5 days... Who knows how many more days we'll be here with him...'

'T-two weeks ?! Five days?!', he was surprised, his suspicions were true.

Tanjiro didn't feel special, he wasn't a hashira, he didn't have a rank like Kanao or any gift to deserve that respect or preference, according to him.

So he decided that he would not leave that place until Muichiro began to have equal treatment, even if that meant that he had to stay longer, it was fair, right?

'Tanjiro? What are you doing here? I told you that you could go with the next hashira... Besides, it's already late, today's training is already over...'

'I know, it's just that I wanted to stay a little to talk to you, we haven't had much time to do it. Of course, if it doesn't bother you!'

'Why are you making a strange face...?', Muichiro questioned.

It was true, Tanjiro was not capable of lying and when he did, his face turned into a strange grimace, what could he do?! If he discovered it...

'You'd better pass on, it could be tiredness' 'Thank you...!', as Muichiro closed the door, Tanjiro sighed in relief, he hadn't realized

He only turned around for a moment and Muichiro was no longer there, he didn't think Tokito was playing hide and seek, especially not in an almost closed place. 'Tanjiro...'

'AAAAAAH!!', Tanjiro fell to the floor, at what moment?!. 'W-what?! Tokito-San!? Wait, you were here and now you're here and now I'm on the ground and...!'

'You were taking a long time, so I decided to go drink some water and brought you a glass for yourself, I figured you would be exhausted. What's the matter?'

Tanjiro shook his head, he didn't think he would have a chance against him, he did all that in a single carelessness, avoiding Tanjiro shouldn't be a problem. 'Tokito... Why?'

'Why what?' 'Why you seems to have some kind of preference for me?', Muichiro tilted his head, he wasn't the type to have preferences was he?

'What are you taking about? I have no preference for you or anyone. What makes you think that?'

Tanjiro told him what the others had told him, from 5 days to 2 weeks there was almost 10 days difference and it was impossible not to notice it.

Muichiro shrugged when Tanjiro finished, guessing that it was only his potential that helped him pass the training faster than them.

'Tokito-San... It's not good to lie, I've noticed how your expressions change with me. I'm not special enough to deserve that respect from you...', Muichiro pulled Tanjiro by the ear. 'Don't you dare say something like that about yourself again, if you do I'm going to kick your little ass until you can't sit up'

Weird threat, but it wasn't like Muichiro could do more, Tanjiro was neither Sanemi nor Uzui to do to something worse.

Again, that preference for Tanjiro, but this time Tanjiro knew how to take advantage of it. 'Tokito-San, you don't mind if I do something, do you?'

'No? As long as you don't get hurt I think it's fine...' 'Fine! Come here!'

Tanjiro approached him moving his fingers, he expected a bigger reaction from him, but all he received was a...

'Tanjiro, what are you doing?', Tanjiro stopped, wasn't he ticklish?

'Eeeeeeh... Ehehehehe... I was... Well... I was trying...'

Muichiro raised his eyebrows and looked around, waiting for Tanjiro to at least finish a sentence, he was so embarrassed about it. .

'Well, I'll be honest, I was trying to tickle you, but it seems like you're not ticklish...'

'Tanjiro, don't you think it's kind of... Silly to have a weakness like that? We're hashiras, I don't think something like that would affect us...'

'Giyuu-San always laughs when he's tickled. Also Kanroji-San... Uzui-San too... Obanai-San, even Shinazugawa-San laughs!'

Was Muichiro screwing Tanjiro over that? Yes. Muichiro remembered that he, like the other hashiras, is ticklish but he knows how to hide it well? Yeah.

'Well, I guess you have a point. But what are you going to gain if you manage to make me laugh?', Tanjiro hadn't thought about it, what could he ask of him?

Maybe let the other slayers go to the next hashira? Or that Muichiro treats Tanjiro as one of his own? Or maybe the only thing Tanjiro would gain would be a good memory of friendship with Muichiro...

One thing was for sure, Tanjiro had to stop getting too deep into his thoughts.

He didn't notice that Muichiro was talking to him and waving his hands in front of him, so he chose to do the same as Tanjiro, but this time he did get a response. 'E-eh! To-Tohokito-Sa-!!'

'And? How did you expect to "teach me a lesson" if you couldn't stand the way you were trying to convince me?'

'I did not think that-!! AYIE!! Nohohot theherehehe!! It wa-wahasn't suppohohosed to be ehehehe like t-thihihis!!', Muichiro shrugged and smiled, it was funny.

In an attempt to escape from that situation, he dropped to the ground, curling up into a ball and trying to turn his back on him, but it didn't help.

Muichiro simply followed him and was quick, the moment Tanjiro was about to snuggle, he stuck his hands under his arms, digging into his armpits and laughing when Tanjiro "tried" to stop him from continuing the tickling by hugging himself, just to make the feeling worse.

'Well well, maybe I should tell the next hashira to also do this training with you? Maybe it will help you, I'm being too gentle and kind to you'

'See?! Yohohou ha-have ahahaha pr-preferehehencehes!! He-hehehey!!! TOKITO!!' 'And you continue with that? Well, then I have to show you that I have no preferences for anyone...'

Tanjiro shook his head when Muichiro gave him a break, and when someone gives you a break it's because what follows will be worse than what he went through before.

Muichiro took one of Tanjiro's wrists and placed it on top of his head, smiling as he once again brought his fingers closer together, moving them only to "anticipate" Tanjiro what was coming. 'Where can I start? You had a good reaction when I went for your armpits, are you the same as Genya? Have they told you before? No? Well, I'm telling you then, you have to be careful because someone can do this and... THIS!'

'TO-TOHOKITOHO!! WAHAHAIHIT!! COHOMEHE OHOHON!!'

'Why should I wait? You insist that I have favoritism for you, well if I have so much favoritism for you why am I doing this to you?', Tanjiro screamed, the only thing he needed to add to his shame.

And they were like that for a long time, Muichiro was not being nice to him at all, he changed spots at random, used different techniques, blew the occasional raspberry, pretended to stop only to attack again.

Tanjiro couldn't even think about escaping, he had asked for it in a certain part, and Tokito had to stop, right?

'So you still think I have favoritism?' 'NOOOO!! OKAY, OKAHAHAY!! I GEHEHET I-IT!! YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STOHOHOP!!'

Muichiro raised an eyebrow in disagreement, should he do it? What guaranteed him that Tanjiro wasn't lying? Oh right, Tanjiro never lies, much less knowing that he will be tickled more for lying.

As a last warning if he was lying, he blew one last raspberry and after that, he stopped, laughing as Tanjiro once again curled up into a ball. 'That was fun, we should do it again!'

'Ehehehe, yes... We should... But, now you're the one getting tickled!'

'Huh?!', Muichiro and Tanjiro "fought", although to be fair, Muichiro decided to be nice and let him win.

How bad could it be? Tanjiro had already tried that before and was unsuccessful, why would he change now?

'Know? Talking to Genya and Giyuu-San, they told me that you were good at hiding your reactions, but... That I could make you laugh if I really kept pressure on that point...'

'Yeah, wait... THEY TOLD YOU?!' 'No ahahaha! I only said it to see your reaction, but apparently my suspicion was true! You must like raspberries, right?'

Muichiro nodded, but then realized that Tanjiro wasn't specifically referring to the fruit, and he shook his head, denying that he liked it, too late.

Tanjiro inhaled as much air as he could and held it for a while, Muichiro opened one of his eyes and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

What was he planning? Well, he just wanted me to open his eyes to catch him off guard and boy did he do it.

'Well, it seems I was right! How many raspberries should I give you? Taking into account that you quite like them...' 'NO-NONE MORE!! I DON'T LIKE IHIHIHIT-!! GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!!'

'Na-ah! Before you tickled me you said that I should show you this, so that's what I'll do!', Tanjiro laughed, again inhaled and blew.

How could Muichiro fall into that trap? He means, Tanjiro wasn't lying when he said that, Giyuu and Genya always did that and that's why, to a certain extent, they were the only ones who managed to make him laugh that way.

But now he felt like a fool for letting Tanjiro win, apparently he was right, he had a crush on Tanjiro and he wasn't going to stop until he admitted it. 'Tokito-San, you let me win because you like me, right? Sees it?! I'm still your favorite! That means you lied when you said you didn't have favorites! And lies are paid with raspberries!'

'NOOO!! I'M SOHOHORRY!! FINE, YES I HAVE A FAVORITISM FOR YOU!!'

'I knew it hahaha! Hey!', Tanjiro turned away, he didn't see it coming honestly.

Now he understood why some were afraid to tickle Muichiro, he kicked and slapped, luckily it wasn't that hard, so Tanjiro was fine.

'I'm sorry... I don't...' 'Okay, woah ahahaha, surprising! So, will you be as kind to the other hunters as you are to me?'

'Only if they deserve it, otherwise, no.', well at least he would try, so it was worth it

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!tanjiro #lee!muichiro #ler!muichiro #lee!tanjiro #muitan friendship

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we are so back its not even funny.…chat put W’s and 1’s in the chat. also if u catch this on ao3 im trying to fix the spacing it just ruined everything omg. (I FIXED IT)

WITH NEW RESURGENCE of WCW wrestlers, the WWF has a brand new problem on their hands. Under pressure, Vince decides to create the Invasion pay-per-view, an entire show dedicated to WWF vs WCW. In turn, Shane initiates your undercover plan. Oh, and Trish Stratus also gives you a proper thank you for helping her out. Lita isn't too welcoming, though. Matt isn’t either..

All of you had heard the announcement of Invasion just this morning. Supposedly, you and your team would fight the WWF next month, culminating in a winner-takes-all match.

You figure Shane was making his calls to let everyone know. You wouldn't be surprised if you were the first to know it, but it's unbelievable. Is the WWF challenging you guys? The answer is yes, but you know they will lose that battle.

This may have been the beginning of the end for that company, and nothing brings you more joy than seeing it crumble beneath your feet. Vince must've felt incredibly pressured by WCW. Dare you say, he felt threatened if he was going as far as making an entire show dedicated to this.

Supposedly, no one knew the entire card yet. The only thing Shane knew was that one of those matches would be Team WWF vs. Team WCW and that he needed extra time to prep everyone for it.

There's an inevitable group meeting to be called; you're sure of it. You don't mind being there one bit. You have to ensure your fellow wrestlers are pumped up with a pep talk before going out there.

Hell, you might even have your own match! So exciting. The only person you could think of them pitting you against is Lita, which you didn't mind at all.

"[Name], your hands are shaking."

Torrie's speaking pulls you out of your thoughts, and you bring up your hands to look at them.

You are shaking, and you find it incredibly hard to stop, as much as you try to will your body to.

"Ooh, you are!" She exclaims, looking over you again. "Like, really bad."

The black leathery couch creaks as you shift in your spot. You two were hanging out backstage at the next show, just as Shane requested.

There's gotta be something else you could do instead of sitting around like this. You wish you could run some interference, but as of tonight, you're trying to get into Team WWF's good graces.

You grimace at the thought. That is NOT your company, nor will it ever be. It even feels wrong to think that you belong to them.

You try to twist and turn one of your hands, but you're still jittering. "Sorry." You quickly apologize. "No idea why I can't stop."

When Torrie says absolutely nothing, you turn over to her. It's like she's examining you, but the awed look on her face is starting to agitate you.

She exhaled sharply and pointed a finger at you with a smile. "I get it now! You're nervous!" She exclaims.

"No," You're quickly denying it. "I'm cold, that's all. There's a draft in this room. I don't know how you're not cold with what you're wearing." You motion to her red jumpsuit cut in possibly the most revealing way ever.

"What's wrong with this?" She asks, looking down at herself. "If we want to get contracts, we'll have to make some sacrifices."

The first thing you say is: "…Ew." And although you mutter out an apology, you still find the implication gross.

"Anyway," Torrie moves on. "You know there's nothing to worry about. Shane has everything under control!"

"Under control?" You jump out of your seat. "Invasion is next month! We have no idea what they're gonna put on the card. I don't think any of us has control over it, WWF does!"

Whenever you get wound up like that, Torrie would always back off to let you cool off. You'd generally sort it by your lonesome. But with how you're acting this go-around, it seemed like you need her intervention today.

"It's okay! That's why we're here." She reminded. She stands up to look you right in the eye. "To figure out what they're up to."

At first, you don't say anything. All you do is look back at Torrie. She gives you an expectant look, and you suck your teeth in response.

"I know." You say. "It's—"

You two are startled by the door slamming open, nearly falling off its hinges. You can hear Vince McMahon's voice from the outside, which makes you stand on guard.

Two men enter the room instead. They look around, turn the room upside down, move chairs, and look behind some plants.

Could Vince not come in himself? Too cowardly to come in? What a pansy.

A camera follows in right behind them, and you get the notion that you're on live TV. You can't hear it, but the crowd cheers at you and Torrie's appearance.

Torrie instinctively hides behind you. In turn, you do your best to stand strong. You try not to show your nervousness, crossing your arms so that you can hide your hands.

The two men in here were still turning the entire room upside down in search of something. You're not happy that these guys are ruining your "unassigned-assigned" room.

"Excuse me! Are you looking for something?" You finally say.

They freeze in tandem, and one looks at you in realization. They didn't care about your presence at all, huh? "Get in here!" One of the men yells out. "That's the girl with Booker T!"

With those words, Vince McMahon himself storms right into the room. You push Torrie even further behind you when he enters.

"Where the hell is Booker T?!" He gives the room a once over and then turns toward you. "You! You would know! Where is he?!"

"…. He's not here." You answer. The sound of shuffling makes you turn your head to the right. One of the men decided to toss your bag across the floor. "Hey! Watch it, that's mine! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He slowly turns around. "What?"

"You heard me! "Whoever this guy was, your patience was already running thin. "Don't you have any manners? Pick it up!"

"I'm not picking that damn thing up." He says. Now that you get a better look at him, he looks exactly like the figure you saw at WWF New York.

If your memory serves you correctly, this is Stone Cold Steve Austin. Who just threw your very expensive bag on the floor?

The other guy with medals around his neck leans down and picks it up instead. "Here you go." He reaches it out toward you.

"Kurt, what the hell are you doing?!" He yelled. "She's a WCW girl! You [Name]?"

"Oh." Kurt falters, then drops your bag right onto the floor. Again.

"That's me, yeah." Though you confirm your identity, you feel exasperated. The crowd can't help but laugh. "…Please." You beg. "STOP DROPPING MY BAG." You kneel to pick it up and gently place it on the couch behind you. This time, they won't throw it around as if it had no value.

After that whole debacle, the question remains. "Well, where is he?" Vince asks. You narrow your eyes at him.

It takes everything, and you mean everything, not to insult him. It's all too easy to beat everyone up with a makeshift weapon and leave with Torrie for the rest of the night.

"You didn't hear me before? I said, I don't know." You repeat. "Maybe you should open up your ears, ol—"

"W-We don't know, Mr. McMahon!" Torrie cuts you off quickly. It's for the best. "You see, we're so glad you came here. Our contracts are expiring, and we were looking for something new."

You're sure that they were suspicious. After you attacked Lita, you weren't sure they'd go through with her idea. Torrie, sure. You already know she'll get in because she wasn't guilty, and newsflash: she's also attractive.

You, you're not sure. Obviously, you're attractive, but you may have ruined your chance by jumping on Lita like that. You decide to decorate your white lie with another.

"I just don't want to be a leader. I was told to do that to Lita, and I feel horrible. I don't want to be involved with WCW." You kick up your act to 100 by forcing tears to spring to your eyes, which sells it more. "Shane may even fire me for talking to you…"

"That's what you get when you deal with those classless WCW folk," Kurt snidely remarked, shaking his head. "Am I right, fellas?"

Vince and Austin look at each other for a moment, then nod their heads. Then, Kurt turns to you with his hand out.

"Hi, [Name]. Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Angle, Olympic gold medalist." He reaches his hand out for you to shake, and you use your non-wet hand to shake it. Sorry about your bag."

Guess an apology is a good way to start.

"Hello. It's fine." You shake his hand quickly and then return to your sob story. "I guess you're right. That company is classless."

Torrie rubs your shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay, [Name]." She then turns to Vince. "Will you consider it?"

He's still not convinced. "And you are…..?"

She fills in the blank for him. "Torrie Wilson. From WCW. We would be so honored to work with you."

'We?' You think. Torrie must've been taking French classes.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Seeing as no one's jumping out at them, all three men relax at her words.

"I might be able to tell you where I think he is." When you say that, all three men perk up toward you.

Torrie looks alarmed but quickly calms down in fear of getting caught. You try to reassure her by patting the hand she kept on your shoulder.

"My only request is that you consider hiring us when our contracts go down the drain."

Honestly, you don't know where Booker T is, but you still try to compromise to get in good with them.

"Alright then. I'll do it. But Torrie, it's good to meet you. Very, very good." Vince was clearly trying to make moves on your blonde friend. "Maybe this weekend, dinner?"

Before Torrie can respond, you're quick to answer him. " We," You emphasize, "—can meet you at the show. No dinner, sorry. I don't think we'll be hungry."

Austin is pleased to hear it. "That sounds good. We don't need her. Then we'll go to dinner, Vince. I'll clear my schedule."

Kurt immediately jumps on the bandwagon. "Me too. I'll be there."

Austin shakes his head. "…We don't need you."

You clear your throat, making everyone look at you. "If you wanna know, I'm 99% sure Booker T is somewhere in the locker rooms. He could be looking for you guys like you're looking for him."

You can see them get all hyped up at your reveal, so you hope that was the push so they can get the fuck out of here.

Kurt is the only one who thanks you; he mutters it while vigorously shaking your hand one last time.

And thankfully, it was the push. They weren't sticking around for too long. At the very least, the three bid you and Torrie a quick goodnight and bolted out the door.

It must be important to find him. It's too bad you pointed them in the wrong direction. You knew that he wasn't anywhere near the stadium yet.

The more they looked, the more they wouldn't expect his appearance. They'll think he's not there at all, and the next time they're defenseless…WHAM! They won't see it coming!

God, you need to find a way to top that. Booker T is beating you in that department! You pray that Shane wouldn't actually get rid of you because you weren't performing up to standard.

You've got this. All you have to do is start plotting in your hotel room. You won't ask Shane what he thinks should be done. You'll spring the idea on him instead.

You wipe the crocodile tears, swiping a few fingers under your eye to not smudge the makeup you had on. Torrie walks over to the door and peeks out to ensure they're gone. She gently closes the door behind her afterward.

"When they came in, you looked like you were about to scream." She says.

You snicker. "I wish I could tell you how uncomfortable that entire exchange made me. Starting from pretending I'm something I'm not to that McMahon being around making me gag."

"I could've handled it myself." She starts. "But I still appreciate you saying something. We definitely wouldn't have gotten those contracts if you said anything more than that."

Yes, sometimes you could say some crazy things, but it's not always your intention to! Things tend to slip out of your mouth. You're just speaking your truth…

People have told you before that you like to speak about what's on your mind. Whether that was bad or good was always left to your interpretation.

"Pretty much. Anyway, we should split up." You suggest. "I'm going to try to apologize to Lita. Maybe I can find other people in the meantime."

"Oooh, you're finally deciding to make friends! Now you don't need to bother me and Stacy anymore." Torrie teased.

"I'm not gonna be friends with anyone in here!" You clarify. Seriously, you wouldn't be caught dead hanging with someone from here. "Besides, you guys love me and would get jealous of seeing me with anyone else."

She smiles at you. "Hmm, we get jealous? I'll have to get back to you on that."

You try to stay in your itty bitty circle for the most part, but you have no qualms about hanging out with coworkers.

Now, people from the WWF? No way. You don't think they could replicate the charm that the others had. Sure, people like Sting would stare creepily at you as you played chess. That was neat, but you can't beat him to this day!

You learn things, too. People like Randy Savage would yell at you and tell you to raise your voice to present yourself better. Fun!

And then you had people like Mona, who was friendly and calm. She's given you advice many times. It was a change of pace from the energetic characters you surrounded yourself with.

You think there's no competition.

You move past Torrie and open the door, peaking your head down the hallway. There is someone not too far away. It's not Kurt, Vince, or Austin. It's someone else.

He's blonde, and he's holding something almost obnoxiously large. From this distance, it's safe to assume it's a trophy.

You retreat into the room. "And just like that, I already see my first target. How about I meet you back here when the show's over?"

"Fine with me." She agreed. "You know, I saw a Friday's on Time Square. Do you want to go after the show? Oh, oh, and who was it at the door?"

"I don't see why not." You don't mind hanging out. Not one bit. "And I think you're asking the wrong person. I can tell he's not a part of our team. He was blonde, and I think he was holding a trophy. No clue who that is. I need Shane to run me down on these people. I only know Trish, Lita, Matt, and the Big Show from him. I think I know the commentators, too?"

Shane was only telling you important information, so you figured these other randoms were less important to be known by you.

"Oooh, he's blonde?" Torrie's got that knowing sound in her voice, and you groan. "That's totally your type, [Name]. Everyone backstage used to say that you loved the blondes."

You look at her incredulously. "You're joking." Because she had to be. Who would even say that? It's not your fault that 80% of your friends had that hair color.

"Hehe. Yeah, I am. Wait, come here! If you want his attention, you've gotta oil up the good bits! Also, I think you need to wear something else!" Torrie exclaimed, dashing over to her bag.

Nuh-uh. No way. Not this time. She will NOT make you her Barbie doll again. You let the woman recommend clothes to you once and now she thinks she's your stylist!

"Torrie, what the hell do you mean oil up?! Leave me alone!" You exclaim. "I've gotta get this guy before he leaves!"

She's got the bottle in her hands, shooting you a pout. "Fine. But can't you lift your shirt just a little so that—"

"If you say anything else, I swear to god I will get you." You threaten, pointing a finger at her.

She backs off, holding her hands up to you. "Touchy!"

Saying nothing else to her, you open the door and walk down the hallway to approach this stranger.

You remember to keep a puzzled look on your face, then look around the room, all confused. The more ditzy you act, the more men will feel inclined to help you.

You let out an aggravated sigh, which is the one thing that caught his attention. He shifts the trophy in his hand to take a better look at you and then takes a few steps back in alarm.

"Woah, rogue WCW woman spotted. Don't attack me." He says. "I'm armed." He holds out the trophy to you warily, then pokes your stomach with one of the tiny metal prongs of the trophy.

"Ow—not a threat!" As plastic as those prongs were, they hurt like hell. You feign panic, throwing your hands up. "I'm not a threat. I was just looking for someone! I want to tell Lita I'm sorry. Have you seen her?"

He's not sold at all, considering you cracked her head open the other day. "You want to say you're sorry? Listen, I don't care how tempting you are, I won't fall for whatever you've got going on. You're gonna try and take her out!"

This guy may have got the wrong idea. You're not into seducing him. Not yet, anyway.

"Thank you," You accept the compliment. "I, and probably you, have no idea what you're going on about." He may be in his head about you. "I'm only here to make amends because my contract may expire. I'll be out of work and out of a leader spot in no time."

They'd have to pry you from Shane's cold, dead hands. You don't have a choice but to hold onto the lie that your contract is ending soon.

"That sucks." He outright says, using a hand to comb through the top of his hair. "Uh, I mean, I'm sorry to hear that." He genuinely did seem apologetic, so he may be falling for it.

You’re still trying to be nice. "I'm [Name], but with you knowing what I did to Lita, you might already know."

"Yeah," He nods. "People've been talking about you beating up Lita. They're wondering what they're gonna do now. You're kinda gutsy for even showing up tonight. I'm Edge." He feels it's only fitting for him to introduce himself back, but it's easy to see that he's hesitant.

You smile anyway. Your following words are honeyed when you speak them. "Hi, Edge. Good to meet you. I'm gonna remind you that I mean no harm, seriously. After I talk to Lita, I'll even leave the arena. Are you sure you don't know where she is?"

"Lita.." Edge repeats, looking away from you for a second. "She might be with the Hardy Boys. I'm pretty sure."

It's part of a confession, making you think he had been holding back due to his suspicion.

"Hardy Boys, huh? Ah, do you know where catering is?" You ask. "I got so lost, completely forgot how big the Garden is." It's an exaggeration, but you should get some directions while you're at it.

…This is partly because you're hungry too.

Will the WWF's food hold its own against WCW catering? You need to put it to the test. You won't lie; your company had some of the best food by far.

It's not like you could put anything else to the test anyway. You hadn't even gotten a chance to get started on those local circuits because you took the chance and signed up for the Powerplant instead. It may have been too early, but it's gotten you far enough to be handed that beautiful contract.

It's not like you minded, you practically grew up watching it with relatives. Calling home with the exciting news was returned with happiness and playful jealousy.

Edge turns and points down the hallway. "Should it be that way to your left? Could be wrong, so don't come back trying to attack me."

You wave him off. "I won't. I think I'll give you a suplex. How does that sound to you?"

"I think I'd be the one doing that to you, [Name]." He countered. "You look pretty easy to carry."

"Edge! Been lookin' for you, man. Where'd you go?" Another voice makes you turn around to see yet another blonde man with goggles approaching you, and you fight the urge to throw your arms up in exasperation.

Maybe Torrie was right. You're not beating the blonde-lover allegations. You're losing… she's winning!! You hate it!

He looks over toward you, eyeing you up and down. Then he comes closer to Edge, muttering something else. "Who's that?"

"[Name], this is Christian, my brother." Edge introduces. "Christian, this is [Name]."

Brother, huh?

Christian looks between the two of you incredulously, then settles his eyes on Edge. "Wait, this is the chick that—"

The both of you say the end at the very same time. "…smashed Lita's head into the ground." You already knew it was coming. "Yes. That's me."

"Guess it's obvious then." He snickered.

"I may have done it, but it wasn't my intention." For a second, you pause because it was. There's no way it was just a freak accident. "It wasn't my intention to make her my enemy." You correct. "All I wanted to do was say sorry about it. It was all a misunderstanding on my end. Maybe we can work together against WCW."

You're trying your best to present yourself as a charity case towards them, and they, along with the others, are taking the easy bait.

He's not as apologetic as Edge was, but Christian still shakes his finger at you. "Work together, eh? You know what? She could help us, Edge. Those Hardy's, you know we've been feuding since 1999."

He then turns to you. "[Name], it's a big thing."

"What was the last time we won, last month?" Edge asks.

Christian takes a second to think about it and then replies. "Yeah, man. It was us and Rhyno. Eddie tagged along with them. Then we lost to him and Jeff. Remember?"

"Yep. Something happened every time." Edge reminisces about those matches. "We won that first one, sure, but Lita kept getting in the way."

"Exactly." Christian's leading up to something with this. "I hate to say it, but they've got us beat, man. We never got someone to deal with Lita, and she's done that hurricanrana crap to both of us! That's what usually messes us up." Christian continued to explain.

"If we have her…" Edge vigorously nods his head, waving his finger back at him. "I see where you're going with this man."

This was perfect! You swear you'd kiss Christian if you could. He's got you right where you need to be for the most part. A smile grows on Edge's face. "She can get rid of Lita! Dude, you're like, genius level of genius."

Genius level of genius? That’s original.

Christian takes that trophy out of Edge's hands for some reason. He snugly adjusts it in his arms, holding it as if he wouldn't let go.

Neither you nor Edge question it; they are more interested in getting rid of those Hardy Boys once and for all.

Well, you're only partly in on their fantasy. You had no idea how their feud went! The only question you have to ask is, "Are you guys going to be able to get us on the card for that?"

"You don't have to worry about that, [Name]. As the King of the Ring winner, I'll make sure it gets done!" Edge exclaims.

Aha! No wonder he had that trophy. It makes sense, but you're not sure how big of an achievement it was. As long as it got you on the card, you're good.

"Commissioner Regal is a real pain. Are you sure you're gonna be able to do it, dude?" Christian asks. "You know, it's always the Brits. He acts like he's got a stick up his ass."

"Don't worry about it. Me and you will go into his office." Edge pats his shoulder. "We'll get that match in no time."

You're down. "Okay then. You guys tell me when we go. I'll be ready. Edge, you said catering was down that way, right?"

He gives you a thumbs up, and you say goodbye. Maybe you'll see them more in the future, especially since you're teaming up now.

You turn your head behind you and see they're still watching you go. You decide to give them one final wave for real. Before you get to catering, you wait until you're a reasonable distance to pull out your phone and dial Shane up.

It's a quick detour, hitting a sharp left in the hallway. You're met with another room nearby, a gift from whatever god was out there, the janitor's closet.

It would be better to finish the call there, wouldn't it? No curious eyes, no listeners. It'll just be you.

Your paranoia starts to spike because you're already peeking around the corner to see if anyone's there. The coast may be clear, but you won't take your chances. Closet it is.

You've already got your phone in your hand as you open the door. The only thing that would keep you company now were the cleaning supplies lined up on the shelves.

You're already dialing Shane up once you close the door behind you. Most of your paranoia has subsided after closing it, and you keep your hand on the doorknob to ensure that no one else opens it to interrupt you.

Your back is turned, but what more should you be afraid of? Those mops and brooms? If anyone saw you going in, you'd say you needed some fresh air alone. Something like that.

"I wasn't expecting any company."

"My god!" You instinctively yell, jumping out of your skin. Goddamn it! Why would anyone be in the dark, in the janitor's closet of all places?! Your hand reaches for the light switch, flipping it on as soon as your fingers land on it.

Just your luck. You walk into a squatter's home. You turn behind you to see a man sitting before you, slumped over with his curly hair falling in front of his eyes. "[Name], isn't it?"

Your hand is still on the doorknob. Would it be wrong to say you don't think you can leave yet? He knows your name. You're still alert. "Um, maybe. Why in the hell are you in here alone?" Other than being a total creep.

"Doing drugs. You want?"

He offers it to you so casually! You're taken aback, and it takes you a minute to reply. "No!"

"Relax, I'm joking. You're not a cop, are you? All I am here for is the silence. It's the only thing I can ever find peace of mind in." He says.

You look at him and nod. "Right. Yeah. Okay. Well, this was all an accident. I have a really important call, so I'm gonna have to leave. Although a word of advice, maybe some pink would be good for your decor."

You're turning away from him, but he's saying something else the next thing you know.

"WCW shouldn't be alone in this fight. We need to take this company down. The WWF is fated to fall."

He makes you turn back around curiously. This may not be a squatter after all; he knows about WCW.

"Who exactly are you?"

As soon as you ask that question, the phone picks up. Shane's voice is loudly on the speaker, "Hello, [Name]? Are you alright?"

You immediately hold the phone to your ear. "What? Yeah. I'm fine. Can I call you back?"

"It's good to know it’s actually your name," the man says, setting his hands on his ankles to stand up from his spot. "Don't hang up now. The show's just starting." He comes closer to you, and you're already trying to hit buttons on your phone for some privacy.

"Don't suppose that's Shane McMahon on the phone? Let me talk to him. We're close. Real close." There's supposed to be excitement in his voice, yet it's delivered to you in the most monotone way possible.

"No, you can't talk to him! I mean, it's not Shane!" You try to cover your tracks, holding out your hand to him. "I have to go, so go do your drugs or whatever you were up to."

He doesn't leave you alone, instead reaching over and snatching the phone out of your hands. He lifts the phone in the air so you can't reach it, then turns away.

"Shane, can you hear me?" He asks, pulling the phone closer to his mouth. "Remember me?"

There's silence at first, and then Shane's voice comes from the phone. "Oh! Hey, Scotty! How're you doing?" You're in complete disbelief.

"You know this guy?!" You exclaim. "Shane, are you pranking me right now?!"

"I don't go by that anymore. It's Raven now. I'll be the first to tell you that ECW wants in. We've seen what's been going on."

"ECW as in Extreme Championship Wrestling?" Do they really want in? Any help is good, and it'd be two against one. You're not entirely against the idea. "Wait, give me my phone back! This isn't for you!"

"You're with [Name] right now?"

"Yeah. She's pretty aggressive. It goes to show what kind of women you surround yourself with, Shane." He comments.

"Who in the world told you that?" You ask, ignoring his snide remark. "Are you ECW's leader or something? I bet you don't have as much authority as I do."

"Okay, okay. There's no need to fight, guys." Shane is trying to be a peacemaker, doing his best to ease any tension. "Raven, if you can clue Paul Heyman in, we can discuss this in more detail in person. My invitation is extended to you, but I need to speak with [Name] for now. We can't proceed unless I talk with her first."

Thank god Shane was on your side. You can't fight the cheeky smile as you expectantly hold your hand out.

"Fine. I'll be the person to spread the message to him. The sooner, the better. Besides, no one wants to keep this outdated Nokia anyway." The sarcasm in his voice is the first emotion you've heard from him.

And you groan in response. For the love of god! Everyone needs to leave the Nokia alone! Raven begrudgingly hands it over and turns over to the door.

You'd think he'd say something else to you, but he only gives you one last glance before leaving.

"And stay out!" You yell behind him, slamming your palm onto the door.

"It's a pleasure to hear your voice, [Name]," Shane says. "I'm assuming you didn't just call me for some casual conversation before you were interrupted. What's going on?"

"Right, right. Before, I was so rudely interrupted." You say. "I ran into this guy Edge and his brother, Christian. They wanted me to team up with them to get rid of Lita. I figured it was a good opportunity to get myself out there. I'm also on my way to apologize to her after I finish talking to you. Is that alright?"

"Is what alright? You apologizing? I was the one that recommended you should—"

"No, no, that I'm even here. You called me a part of your dream team. Torrie told them our contracts were expiring soon. I played off that, but any smart person wouldn't get rid of their leader that fast. I don't want them to doubt me." At the end, you let out a sharp sigh.

Thanks to your explanations, no one's questioning you, but it's pretty easy to get caught up in a lie you tell.

"You worry a lot!" He laughs again, and you furrow your brows. "It'll be fine. A lot of those wrestlers aren't smarter than a bag of rocks. Trust me, I know this for a fact. My father's not any smarter. He has no idea what's coming to him, especially with ECW possibly helping us."

Talk about throwing people under the bus. It seems Shane's pretty relentless when it comes to his old employees. You're just glad you're not on the receiving end. Shane's been here longer than you, so you have no choice but to believe him.

However, you still feel hesitant. "Are you really sure?"

"How about this, then. I keep Torrie so she and Stacy can feud with Trish and Lita; you continue to play nice with the WWF since you're already there. You let them think that you're working your way to betray us when, in actuality, you're going to betray them."

Keeping Torrie after she told them that your contracts were expiring? That would be risky, along with you slotting into the roster. But you'll try and conform to it. "Okay, okay." You agree. "I think I can do that."

"Have some faith in me." It's like he can sense your hesitation. "More importantly, have some faith in yourself, [Name]. Was that all?"

The only thing you can do is try. "Yeah, I'll talk to you when I hear anything new."

"Alright then, you take care, [Name]."

Ending the call with those final words, you shove your phone back into your pocket. As much as you want to take a second to breathe, Lita's the next person on your list.

Opening the closet door, you head straight towards the double doors of catering. Oh boy, you hope Lita's in here. If not, you'll have to continue your journey elsewhere. You don't have all night, though.

You're met with a few unfamiliar faces when you open the door. They stare at you in confusion, which quickly turns into alarm. Some people even stand up from their seats.

You come in peace, for now! "Everyone can relax. I want to be on your side now. I came to apologize." You don't even beat around the bush.

Most are suspicious but still get back into their seats. What were they going to do anyway? You could defend yourself with one of these chairs if you needed to.

Scanning the room, you find the woman of the hour looking at you with wide eyes. You immediately approach her. A relieved smile appears on your face as your searching is no longer needed, tossing out your arms. "Lita!"

Just as you call her name, two men protectively stand before her. The only one you knew was Matt, although the other guy had a striking resemblance to him. Siblings, perhaps?

Matt was the one that had enough gall to get in your face. "You've got a lot of nerve showin' up here," Matt started, waving his finger at you. The southern twang in his voice almost makes you giggle. It's so out there.

You do your best to cover it by looking sad instead. "Tell me something I don't know. Sorry, but losing was your fault, though." That's one thing you had to make clear. "Tell me, was it nice when Trish kissed you? Did you even try to push her away?"

You pucker your lips toward him and kiss the air as he huffs at you. Matt is frustrated at your taunt and clenches his fist. What you say is true; you and Lita had your own business. Whatever he did in the ring was his responsibility.

Didn't mean you could tease him so freely about it, though.

He's going to say something else to you, but Lita shakes her head, getting up from her seat and stepping in front of him instead. "No, Matt. Just leave it. It's okay." And then she looks at you directly. "You must be really brave to show up here after what you did, or maybe you're just stupid."

It's the second time you've heard that tonight..

"Never stupid." You'd like to get that straight now. "Only apologetic." And for her to even say that makes you sure about your decision. You're glad you beat her up on Raw.

"I thought attacking you would prove my allegiance to Shane. He ordered it. I did it, but I see how wrong it is and how fucked up WCW is. After thinking about what I did to you, I wanted to come to this show and make things right."

It seems like you're taking a breath when, in actuality, you're trying to get your lies together. "I was sad and idling the halls. I want WCW to crash and burn. I have my allegiance and want it to be with all of you." You make sure to say it loudly enough so others can hear you.

"Well, I don't think any of us trust you." Matt cut in. "Something's not right about you."

"Matt, give the woman a break." The other guy says. "She's tryin' to help us. She apologized for what she did. I'm sure we've made some mistakes, so we could try and give her some credit."

Whoever this guy was with brightly dyed purple hair, you're glad he stepped in. You make a mental note to remember his face if he never introduced himself to you.

No, you won't let that happen. The only person you extend your hand to is him, although your proper introduction is meant for all of them. "I think we should get off on the right foot now. I'm [Name]. I want to be on your side now."

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lita and Matt share some telepathic looks. All you did was introduce yourself to him!

He reaches out his hand. "Jeff."

Matt's the one who brings Jeff back to Earth, smacking his shoulder. It makes Jeff retract his hand before you can even take it. "The hell are you doin'?! We can't trust her!" It's a whispered shout that you're in clear range of hearing, not that Matt cared.

Jeff shrugs at him, then holds his hands up. "I thought…”

"Hardy meeting," He points toward the door, sounding as stern as they come. "Right now. Lita, you do what you need to do with her."

Jeff slunks over to the door, and Matt is just about to follow, but Lita gives him a parting kiss before he goes. She mutters, "I love you," but Matt's already storming off to deal with Jeff to even reply.

"So, you two are an item after all. It wasn't just jealousy." You comment. The urge to make another Trish jab was strong, but by divine intervention, you didn't say it.

"Yeah. A year, now." She confirms.

That information goes right into the filing cabinet. You give a half-smile to her. "All of you are friends then?"

It's a bit tense between you two, but Lita replies anyway, albeit strained. "Yeah, uh, we're a team. They're brothers. Matt's the oldest."

It makes sense. They looked similar, and Matt used that authoritative tone when telling Jeff to go outside.

Either way, you decide to jump straight to the chase. "I'm gonna take this chance to clear the air while it's just me and you. Lita, I was being honest when I said I wanted to take WCW out. I've gotten so close to Shane McMahon that it would be a shame for all of us to waste this opportunity. Even out of all this, I want a friendly rivalry from you at most."

Friendly, yes, that's what you wanted. It's not like you'll stiff her in the ring or anything.

"Like they always say, it's just business, you know? No hard feelings."

Lita takes a minute to think about it, turning her head away from you and then turning back. "You know what? Fine. No hard feelings. I'll give you another chance, [Name]. But if you screw up again, I can't guarantee that I won't fight you about it."

"That is totally fine. Trust me, I won't mess up again. I'll be there to help you when our goals align." Your professional tone was leaking out...

This is partly thanks to the many creative meetings and other ventures you've had at WCW. Reassurance and composure are two ways to worm your way inside a company. "Is the food any good here, by the way?"

And you can understand if Lita doesn't fully trust you. If you were in her position, you wouldn't trust yourself either.

Lita shrugs. "I mean, yeah. It's alright, I guess. You'd have to try it yourself." You still do think she believes you, despite her dry responses. It's just more progess you need to make.

"Oh my gosh, [Name], right?"

Lita groans and tosses her head up toward the ceiling. Whoever said your name, Lita wasn't happy to see them.

You turn your head over to see Trish. "Could I have a moment?" She clasps her hands together.

It's like Lita gives you the same look she gave Matt, trying to tell you something without using her words. It's difficult for you to understand, so she instead decides to leave you two be.

"Do whatever the hell you want. She's all yours." She'll probably join that Hardy meeting if they're still out there.

The both of you watch her go, and once she's out, Trish gives you her undivided attention. "Lita's always been...catty. I mean, she's been bullying me since my debut! How crueler can you get? I don't understand why she doesn't like me. And here I am, trying to let creative put us together in case we have to go against WCW. Not you now, of course."

"Stacy Keibler. Torrie Wilson." You offer up their names. "Only two they'll probably pit you against. They're all they have now."

On another note, you're trying to understand why Lita disliked Trish that much. Well, it's obvious why she didn't like you, but that's only because you did something to provoke her into it.

As you recall, Trish did end up kissing Matt. It all makes sense now, Lita looking pissed about it as she retaliated. They're an item! It's no wonder Lita wants her out.

You'll let Trish figure out that part by herself some time. "Guess you've gotta get to know her a little better. You're Trish, right?"

"That's me. I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say thank you. Lita was gonna rough me up some more if you didn't step in when you did." Her fingers move a few strands of hair out of her face. "I feel like I owe you. What do you say to lunch next Wednesday?"

Lunch with Trish? Looks like you're already getting in good with these superstars! "Fine with me."

"I'm sorry about Shane McMahon, by the way." She adds. "We need all the help we can get, and you deserve this spot. Guess all McMahon's are pigs."

All? Like, all of them? Not Shane, at least. Shane's been nothing but pleasant and respectful to you. Unlike your previous boss, Eric Bischoff, who you were sure hated your guts with the way he treated you.

"Oh yeah, probably. I wouldn't be surprised. Even my old boss was a sleazeball." You mention.

You always thought he preferred Stacy to you when booked in certain segments. You and "Miss Hancock" were always set together when possible, but she was always going over most of the time.

At first, you had a time when you resented Stacy, putting a strain on your relationship for months. But you slowly came to terms with the fact that it was never her fault. It was management. You'd bring up your problems to Eric, and he'd dangle your contract over your head. He was quick to tell you that you didn't have to stay. Could head back right to your hotel.

That's something you don't miss.

"Then I guess we've both had some problems with our bosses, huh?" Trish mused. "It's not a very good thing, but it makes me feel better to know I'm not alone."

You're not sure what history she's had with Vince McMahon, but if she was comparing her situation to your own, then she's definitely seen some shit. You'll have to ask her about it over lunch.

Honestly, you're happy she was so sweet. Considering you saved her skin, it was fair, but hospitality goes a long way for you right now.

"Did you want to sit with me? I've got an extra seat right next to me." She uses both of her thumbs to point to her left.

"I don't see why not," You smile. Let me get something to eat first." You're already sauntering off towards the table of different foods as you hear her say, "I'll just be over here then."

You have no idea where to start. To distract yourself for only five seconds, you grab a plate. Then you're already back to square one. What do you want to eat?!

Fruit, muffins, salad, you name it, they've got it. Everything looks appealing, and it's damn near stressing you out.

You make a mental apology to Trish because you're definitely going to be here for quite a while.

as i said on the ao3 ver, i envisioned 90s look raven because that’s probably my favorite iteration of that asshole. and this is actually really fun to write since I can build up relationships 😭 i kinda cringe seeing my old writing but im happy u guys really liked it!! Thanks for reading :D

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Childhood bestfriends to lovers Ethan Landry x Reader?? (W smut) 🙏

Feel Something - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

contains: smut, soft!dom!Ethan, sub!reader, p in v, a bit of angst (?), both of you losing virginity

A/N: Hi, I don’t know how good this is and I don’t know why is mostly angst (it’s in fact just a little, but still) I wanted this to be kinky asf but instead I kinda trauma dumped, lmao. I hope it’s still okay tho!

You and your friends were at Sam and Tara’s place, including Ethan who was always either behind you or right next to you. You didn’t mind since you knew each other since childhood and are the closest and form the closest bond. So it’s safe to say this friend group is still new to you both. University just started a few weeks ago and you have a hard time getting used to New York and every new thing.

“So, any ideas of what we should do?” Mindy said as she playfully pinched Sam’s arm while Anika gave her a weird look but ignored it.

“We were thinking of watching a movie tonight, perhaps?” Samantha suggested and all of the looks were fixated on you and Ethan now. They knew he doesn’t really like movie nights and that you just can’t stand still for 2 hours straight.

“Thing is..” you began to speak, taking this a bit personal since you think they’re just messing around or something. “I didn’t want to be here today, but Ethan asked me to come and I couldn’t say no.” you eye-sideying him as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, me neither. Chad also invited me.” He cleared his throat as Chad just showed him the middle finger. Whispering a “What a bitch”.

It seems like these two get along very well, but in reality, it’s really not like that. They need to fake their friendship and how cool they are just because they’re roommates, which is bullshit. You could’ve been his roommate instead, but due to obvious reasons, it’s not allowed.

“Even so, we don’t have drinks nor popcorns or anything to eat.” Quinn remarked. “Shall one of us go to the supermarket, then.”

You stared at her confused, why going to a supermarket? it’s too far away right now and you don’t even know how long this will take. It’s supposed to be a movie night, not waiting for Chad or one of the girls to go buy shit.

“Supermarket? there’s literally the shop by the corner!” Ethan replied and you nodded, biting your lip as you look at him intensely while it seems like he isn’t aware of you doing it.

Quinn turned and came closer to him. “Listen here, bitch. You may be my brother but I’m doing you a favor right now, don’t be dumb and keep your mouth shut.” She replied back with a more arrogant tone.

Her look dropped on yours suddenly and you clear your throat. Her sister has always took the.. parental role for him since their mother is unknown even to this day. You couldn’t never really get along with her.

“And you too, y/n” Quinn smirked and turned to everyone. “We might not like the snacks one of us will buy, so why don’t we all just go and buy stuff individually?”

Oh, you get it now. It’s not that you would mind, but since when she knows about you having a thing for her brother? Either way, you thank her.

Everyone sighs and heads towards the door, finally. But not before Chad and Tara looked back at you, asking if you’re coming as well.

You shook your head and they raised their eyebrows, well, Tara. You could tell Chad had a slight smile printed on his face.

Once you heard the door closing and eventually locked from the outside. You both let out a loud sigh. You hated the living room so much for some reason, so you go upstairs towards Tara’s room with Ethan right behind you.

“Do they let you just walk around their house like that?” He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. It was perfect for a date. Her tastes are indeed cool.

“Do I look like I care? Come sit beside me, why so nervous?” you asked. But you were kinda nervous as well, you did everything together, everything but not being this close to each other ‘till now.

Ethan nodded and sits next to you, but doesn’t hold eye contact at all. The tension was already here. You didn’t know why it felt so weird being like this.. it’s not the first time you were alone with him, or with a guy in general.

A few seconds pass and you were still not saying or doing anything. You bite your lip and turned to him, but he already was going to break the ice before you did.

“Y/n, I know we don’t talk much about this but I do care about you and I wish you never let any guy hurt you.”

The random words coming from his mouth made your heart race. You never liked talking about this topic and preferred not to talk about other men in front of him. You bite the skin of your lips and look down, scared that he would notice how vulnerable you actually can become if you talk about past relationships.

“I technically came here to have fun.. you know..” You whisper, leaning towards him, smelling his cologne. “I don’t think we should talk about everything I’ve been through with other men.”

He smiled and rubbed your cheek with his long fingers, this is one of the few times he has touched you like this. He never dared to even touch you by accident, but when he did, he would apologise. But to you, there was nothing to apologise for.

“I think we should, now that we’re alone. Talk with your best friend, y/n.” Ethan looked you up and down, slightly biting his bottom lip. You didn’t know why he’s trying to bring this subject up but you felt like talking to someone about your love life. “Vent to me.”

You nodded and sighed. “So what do you wanna know? you already know all of my exes.” You felt ashamed of saying it out loud, ashamed of yourself that you dated so many. But Ethan just stared at you, letting you continue but there’s nothing to continue about.

“I know how you feel right now and trust me, you shouldn’t think of yourself like this. You dated all of them because you felt empty without someone to take care of you, worship you.” He says those words in such a deep and gentle tone. It makes your heart melt and you involuntarily put your head on his shoulder.

“You know me so well,” you whispered. “Do you want some dating advice? is this why you’re so invested in this conversation?”

“No.” He chuckled but went back to a serious tone which only made you feel bad for ‘ruining’ the mood that is supposed to be serious. “You know I’ve never dated anyone and that I would screw things up in my first relationship anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“You screwing up? look at me, I ruined my relationships because I couldn’t feel anything towards them. They left me with a bitter taste of what love truly is.” You start sobbing and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “Maybe I’m just unlovable and.. I can’t love someone, either.”

Ethan looked at you and put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your head up from his shoulder, making you look at him. Eyes filled with tears and your lips were puffy already. You gave in and now he knows how vulnerable you can be at times, another one who knows.

“Don’t cry, you’re not unlovable and you could love someone. You just have to meet the right guy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, massaging them while you’re trying to break the eye contact.

You were staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost, and you got more surprised as soon as he wiped your tears away with his index finger, his finger slowly moving down to your lips.

“You’re not broken if that’s what you think,” He got extremely closer to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Let yourself feel something with me.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened. But it didn’t take much longer for you to slowly close them and kiss him back with your hands around him. Pushing your lips more against his.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, squeezing it as he pushes you onto the bed on your back while lips still locked together and he crawled on top of you, biting your lower lip to make you open your mouth and enter his tongue in, desperately searching for yours.

You moan into the kiss as soon as you feel his tongue on yours and his fingers playing with the waistband of your lace underwear. The fact that it was so easy to him to touch your private parts because of you wearing only a tight red dress, was turning him on even more.

He didn’t want to tease you much though, so his fingers found their way to your already wet cunt, massaging your clit slowly through your panties. Making you break the kiss immediately.

“E-Ethan-“ you moaned his name, which only made him get harder and you wetter by how he was stimulating you.

Ethan continues to play with your clit while you involuntarily squeeze your legs, which makes him laugh and use his other hand to spread them again.

"It's obvious you haven't been touched in this area much," he says amusedly as you roll your eyes, unable to form coherent sentences.

He bites his lips and moves your panties to the side, pressing his finger against your now exposed clit. You start gripping the sheets.

"I-It's too much!" You tilt your head back, and Ethan takes advantage, pressing his mouth against your sensitive neck, lightly biting the spot.

"Really? But I haven't even penetrated you yet!" He smiles and licks the now reddened bite mark.

You didn't expect your best friend to take control and do with you everything no other boy has done before. You feel your body burning with pleasure and desire. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you love it.

He takes his finger away from your clit and you moan in frustration, almost wanting to beg him to give you more. He smiles innocently and takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles and abs. You blush slightly at what you’re seeing. Definitely not expecting this.

But your gaze immediately drops when Ethan pulls his belt down along with his pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He's hard as a rock, and you have no idea if it will fit. You gulp when his boxers vanish along with his clothes. You see it, and it's big.

"What's wrong, princess? You should know you have to beg if you want it that bad." he teases. "By the way, are there any condoms around here?"

"Y-Yes," you stammer. "On Tara's nightstand. Chad and she are insatiable." You start laughing together.

He opens a pack of condoms and slowly rolls one onto himself, while you undress in front of him and lie back. Eagerly waiting for him to be on top of you again.

"Please..." You spread your legs.

"Please, what?" he chuckles as he teases your wet pussy with his tip.

"Fuck me!" You beg, and he grins, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he enters slowly, groaning while you start to whimper in pain as you feel him stretching you out.

He didn’t move, he’s letting you adjust to his size. Even though it’s confusing because you’re crying and your legs are shaking. He’s about to pull out but you stopped him.

“Are you… a virgin?” He asks you, confused of your look and the way you’re breathing. You nod slightly.

“Just like you.” You replied, a slight shake could be found in your voice. He rolled his eyes, almost annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know you still were.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve made this more special to you, to both of us.” You groaned at the pet name and smiled, trying to forget the pain as if never existed.

“But this is special, Ethan. I’ve actually wanted you for so long.” You pulled him closer. “Move, I’m going to be fine.”

He nodded, still unsure of what to do and started thrusting it in and out of you, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and instinctively wrap your legs around him.

Ethan groans in your ear as he feels your hand running through his curly hair. You open your eyes wide when his finger quickly rubs your clit.

"Please, don't stop, keep going," you say, your eyes searching for his, and he whispers in your ear in a sensual manner.

"What a good girl," he praises, and your walls tighten around him, making him whimper and bite your neck without any gentleness. You put your hand over your mouth, tears of pleading in your eyes.

"Don't cover that pretty mouth of yours, let me hear you," he moves faster inside you. "I'm close," he whispers.

You moan loudly, struggling to respond. “Me too-" Ethan presses his lips on yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth which made you open your mouth, enough for him to slide his tongue in as he pounds in you faster. And with one final thrust, you cum all over his dick and he catches his own orgasm, releasing into the condom.

He slowly pulls out, sweat visibly on his forehead as he throws the used condom into the trash can next to Tara’s bed. You’ll make sure to throw it somewhere else before she sees it.

“That was amazing!” He tells you, laying on the bed visibly tired but proud that you’re finally his.

You turn to him and smile, searching for his hand. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something, but now I know.” you lean closer and peck his lips.

“Does it mean you’re giving me a chance?” He asked, you could see how the look on his face changed and how his eyes are basically sparkling.

You nodded. “Yes, but we have to put our clothes back on now, the bitches will get home soon.”

#scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #fem reader #smut #scream 6 #ghostface

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3

this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe

Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.

“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants.

“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”

“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead.

“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests.

“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”

“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”

Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”

Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”

She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”

Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”

She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”

He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?”

But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.”

Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.”

“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him.

“No, it totally was, I just meant—“

“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.”

“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave.

Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve.

“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”

"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!"

#steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington #dad!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #sunshinesteviee #sunshinesteviee writing

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pedroshotwifey · 1 year ago

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7 or 21 javier peña with transmasc or male reader? 🧎🏻‍♂️

Hi baby!!

I think this will be my first time writing for a male reader, but I've wanted to for a while! Hope this is what you were looking for ;) Please feel free to send in more details if not!

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 2.1k

Pairing: Dom!Javier Peña x sub!male!reader (but also switches lmao)

Bargain

You’re not sure how long you’ve been alone in this room for with nothing to entertain you but the sound of your own breathing. It might have been ten minutes, but it could have just as easily been an hour.

Your wrists are starting to ache from being held in cuffs behind the chair you’re sitting in, and the pillowcase over your head is making it harder and harder to get a fresh breath. You have a deep urge to close your eyes and just try to zone out, but you force yourself to keep them open and stay alert.

You have no idea when that man will be back, nor what he wants with you. But you’re so tired. You’re just about to close them—just for a second—when you hear the click of a lock coming undone, and then the soft groan of a door being pushed open. You can’t help but flinch as it shuts back into place.

The sound of footfall comes next, just a few steps toward you, but you recognize the pattern from when you had been dragged here by the same man.

“Ready to talk yet?” a bored-sounding voice comes from the spot where the steps ceased. You bite your lip to keep in the vicious insult that threatens to spill from your tongue. You sit in silence instead, trying not to clench your fists too hard.

“No?” the man says with a dark chuckle from across the room. “Alright then. Let’s try this another way.”

You don’t even realize he’s stalked over to you until your pillow case is being pulled up and the light floods your senses. It’s not very bright, only supplied by the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, but it’s enough to make you squint.

Once you adjust enough to fully open your eyes, your breath is taken from your lungs at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s fucking gorgeous. His eyes are the first thing you notice; a dark brown with hints of honey flashing in the light. They’re trained in a hard stare on your face, and you blame your imagination for the way they widen slightly as he takes you in.

“P-please,” you find the word breathily escaping your mouth before you’re given the chance to think about it. You swallow and continue anyway, trying to keep your eyes from glancing down at his plush lips. “I don’t know anything.”

The spell is broken as the man scoffs and takes a step back.

“Nothing, huh?” he places his hands on his hips and levels you with a dubious stare. You shift in your seat, painfully aware of the fact that you both know that’s a lie. You just hope that he has enough mercy to not make you rat out your friend.

Your head shakes slightly side to side.

The man sighs and shakes his own head.

“Well I hope you know I can’t just let you free without getting something in return, Carino.”

Your mouth goes dry at the name even as you try to search your brain for something to offer him. You wrack through, trying to find anything, but it doesn’t come. You have no money or possessions of any value. Then, a dangerous idea comes to the forefront of your mind. One that you probably shouldn’t even be considering. But it’s your only chance.

“I can…” you trail off as he arches a brow at you. “I can give you something else,” you say, regretting it as soon as it comes out. When the man smirks, you swear your heart stops.

“And what might that be?” he asks, amused at your anxiety.

You gulp and close your eyes to steel your nerves before opening them back up and letting them flicker to his crotch. Your face heats when you notice there’s already an extremely prominent bulge there. His lips part into a half smile as you make eye contact again.

“Oh, what do we have here?” he laughs slightly as he takes a step to you, making you swallow again. “A little whore?” He comes even closer, his hips only a couple of inches from your face as he reaches a hand down to cradle the back of your head.

“Think you can blow me and I’ll just let you go?”

You watch him with pleading eyes, licking your lips as you ignore the way your heart is beating at a wild pace. “Please,” you beg again.

He slowly nods his head, as if considering your offer.

“You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood today,” he says, already using his free hand to unbuckle his belt.

You gasp as he unzips his jeans and tugs his boxers down enough to pull his already-stiff cock out. He’s intimidatingly large, enough so that you’re almost worried about actually choking on him. You hear a dark chuckle from above you as the man takes in your expression.

“What’s the matter, baby boy? Bite off more than you can chew?”

You blink dumbly at him, your mouth opening and closing in search of something to say.

“Well, too late now. Open your fucking mouth.”

Your own cock twitches at the command, your mouth opening before you can actually process what he said. He steps toward you, wasting no time in rubbing his tip over your lips, smearing his pre-cum in the process.

“Such pretty lips baby,” the man mutters as he pushes further. You keep your eyes on him even as your cheeks heat. “Gonna look even better stretched around my dick, huh?”

He pauses and looks at you expectantly, and your blood runs even warmer when you realize he actually wants a response from you. You’re struggling for something to say when he suddenly sighs heavily, as if trying to convey his disappointment in your lack of a verbal reaction.

“C’mon now, Carino. Don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb already.” He smirks at you, gaze flitting to where your arms are tight because of the force in which you’re fisting your hands. “Say, ‘yes, Javi’.”

You swallow thickly, the tips of your ears burning as he raises his brows, though you’re not sure if it’s meant as a threat or an invitation.

“Y-Yes, Javi,” you repeat, albeit with a shakier tone than his.

“Good fucking boy,” he growls as he tugs on the hair at the nape of your neck. Your mouth drops open at the pinch, giving him the perfect opportunity to shove his massive dick into your mouth. He groans loudly as he thrusts in, your mouth widening further to accommodate the stretch.

Tears burn hot in your eyes as he starts to pull back, only to shove back in and hit the back of your throat. You resist the urge to gag around him, your eyes slamming shut in concentration as your hands grasp for something to hold onto to no success.

He slows enough for you to calm your breathing and adjust slightly, waiting for you to open your eyes back up before he pulls out. He moans as you both watch the string of spit that keeps his flushed tip connected with your mouth.

He watches you with a lustful gaze, his smirk holding something dangerous as he watches you submit so easily. You’re already lightheaded and turned on an embarrassing amount. You can feel your cock straining against the zipper of your pants and you know there’s no point in hiding it.

As if reading your mind, the man—Javi—glances at your crotch, his smile turning even more wicked at the sight.

“Genuine slut, huh? Getting turned on by being used. Gonna be good while I fuck your mouth then?”

You resist the urge to whimper, your teeth biting into your bottom lip to prevent the slip. Javi nods your head for you, amusement written all over his stupidly handsome face.

“I know you are. Open wide, sweetheart.”

You obey, your lips parting in invitation.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You shiver at the way his eyes go darker with the command, but you follow it nonetheless. It looks for a moment like he’s going to slide back in, but he instead leans down slightly, tilting your head up as he goes. You don’t realize exactly what his plan is until you feel the wad of spit land on your tongue.

Your cheeks heat again as your eyes flutter shut, your dick twitching again. It feels at this point like you may come in your damn pants. There’s a harsh tap to your left cheek, and your eyes snap back open.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Javi instructs as he brings his tip back to your lips and eases himself back in, moaning as he does so. He starts slow, but picks up pace quickly.

Your brows are furrowed in concentration as he slams all the way in with each thrust, his hips meeting your face just gently enough to not hurt. For a minute, the only noises in the room consist of Javi’s panting, your small, breathless whimpers, and the lewd, squelching sound coming from your own mouth.

You do the best you can to meet his thrusts and wrap your tongue around his most sensitive spots, pulling more groans from the other man. It’s easy to ignore the way tears start to leak down your cheek and drool down your chin when you have the silky glide of him inside of you to focus on.

“Oh that’s so fucking good, carino, you’ve got such a hot, tight little mouth,” Javi spits praise at you as he gets himself closer to the edge. “Sharp fucking tongue, too.”

Your toes curl and your hands ball up again, every part of you lusting for freedom to run your hands across his body, or at the very least provide yourself some relief. You’re so hard and throbbing that it’s borderline painful.

Javi’s movements start to get a little more uneven, his breath a little more ragged. You know he’s close, and you just about double your efforts to get him to the end. Your lips wrap tighter around him as you caress the underside of his shaft with your tongue.

His legs are visibly shaking as his fist grows tighter around the handful of hair he has in its grasp. He gives no warning other than the animalistic groan he lets out as he tugs you tighter to him and spills his hot seed down your throat in quick spurts.

You close your eyes and focus on breathing through your nose as some of his cum begins to dribble from the corners of your mouth. He thrusts shallowly, twitching and moaning as he rides out his high.

He doesn’t wait too long before tenderly pulling out, his half-hard length covered in a layer of your spit mixed with his milky spend. He looks fucking gorgeous gazing at you with heavy lids, covered in a sheen of sweat that makes his tan skin glow. You close your lips tight and watch him contentedly, waiting dazedly for your next order.

“Be a good boy and swallow for me.”

You immediately obey, drinking down his cum and opening your mouth for him to see when you’re done. He lets go of you with a lazy smile and walks behind you as you take a deep breath and lean your head back to rest your aching neck.

You feel the zip ties on your wrists being cut, the ones on your ankles coming quickly after. You bring your hands into your lap and rub the sore skin as Javi walks back in front of you, his cock tucked back into his too-tight pants. He wears a goofy grin that completely contradicts the show he just put on, and the sight almost makes you laugh.

“How was that, amor?”

You do huff a breath of amusement now at the way his eyes shine with that need for approval. Your Javi, always wanting to be the best for you.

“You did perfect, mi sol,” you assure him, holding your hand out for him to take. You pull him close and have him bend down to you, taking his lips in a rough and passionate kiss. You know he can taste himself on you by the way he groans so deeply into you. After a moment, you press on his chest, pushing him away enough for you to speak against his lips.

“Now why don’t you get on your knees and take care of that for me like a good boy?” You throw a quick glance around and add with a hint of amusement, “Then we should probably get out of this closet.”

Javi glances at your erection still straining against your jeans before he throws a smirk your way and does exactly that.

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sivyera · 1 year ago

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game 00.1

felix catton x reader (in part 2 oliver quick x reader?? maybe, maybe not??)

warnings: toxic relationship, break up BUT it's not going to be angsty!

a/n: i apologize to all Felix fans so pls don't kill me, haha! i will probably write some fluff with him later, please just enjoy being a bad bitch! :)

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It was like every other party at the school. Nothing new nor unexpected... well that's what you thought.

You were sitting at the table, next to your boyfriend Felix and his friends. Also with his newest friend named Oliver.

Oliver was new around so he was mostly just watching... watching you to be more precise, but you never paid extra attention to it, I mean many people started at you so he was no difference...

Everything was like usual, until Felix decided to speak.

"hey y/n.. i need to tell you something" Felix said as he turned a bit on his chair to look you directly in the eyes. You noticed that he called you by your first name, he usualy calls you baby or beautiful, that was when you realized that your thoughts has come true.

When he noticed that you're quiet he spoke again. "We have to break up... this isn't going to work and it's not you, it's me but I have to think about my future."

He finished his sentence and turn to quickly look at Farleigh with a small, almost unnoticeable... but you noticed.

You raised an eyebrow and then smirked. "Oh thank god you said it, you know I have to think about my future as well and with you; I have no bright future, you're holding me back so you did me a favour." You said calmly without any fast movements while looking directly into his eyes then you turned your head at his friends who were sitting around the table with shock faces, smiled, then stood up and left the table.

Felix just sat there, freezed at his seat with shock in his eyes. Did he heard you right? Was he hallucinating? He looked at Farleigh, who was laughing at his seat. Even tho Farleigh is Felix's cousin, he couldn't help but laugh.

''She's got balls, mate.'' Farleigh laughed. Felix blinked few more times, then he stood up and went after you to the yard. "Wait!" He yelled as he grabbed your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

Felix's mind was full with thoughts like why did this woman; who was supposed to break down in tears and beg him to stay with her, just walked away like nothing happened? Did you not care at all?

"Wait, why?" You asked him as you turned to look at him. You still had the "bored" look on your face which made Felix frustrated even more. You embarrassed him a lot, it wasn't just something he could throw away like nothing had happened, this was important, his reputation was at stake.

"Because- w-why are you acting like you don't care?" He asked while standing in front of you in disbelief. He couldn't believe that you are not going to fight back, to get him back.

"It's because I don't care?" You said with a slight confusion in your tone like it wasn't obvious to him. You meant what you said, you noticed how Felix changed a bit, you were actually thinking about breaking up with him but he was faster, well faster...

He stood there as if it was all a really bad dream. He was confused, why didn't you beg him or cry or made a scene in front of everybody like he was used to from other girls? He didn't even knew what he wanted; he broke up with you, he wanted it right, so why is he standing here in front of you "begging" for explanation.

His jaw clenches, he wanted to make you cry and yet here you are, stone-faced. "You're being ridiculous." He hisses as he slightly shook his head form side to side, still in disbelief that this is really happening.

"Oh really? What should I do then, cry or beg you for another chance? Telling you how much I love you, how much I need you, how I can't live without you? Nah, no never, I have something that is called self-respect, you moron." You said coldly and bit louder so he can hear you properly and really fall into the reality that you really didn't care at all.

His face twists into a scowl, he has lost control, the anger was rising up inside him, his heart felt like it's going to explode just like his head.

"Tsk, you're just a stupid girl." He retorted at you, but you didn't move a muscle, you were like a stone. You stood in front of him with face that looked like it was made of stone. Beautiful features, you were one of the most beautiful girls this school ever had, but you were also pretty unreachable.

Felix had work so hard to actually get into your life, the "dating" part was the hardest, because you wasn't stupid nor naive like other girls. It was very attractive but in this situation Felix found it frustrating.

"I damaged your male ego, didn't I? Yeah, go cry about it, that's what babies like you do, when they lose control; they throw a tantrum, like you just did." You said while you rolled your eyes.

He blinked few times and froze once again. No one ever said this to him, he wasn't prepared for this! In his head this wasn't a fair game but before he could answer, you were gone.

After few extra seconds he just stood there like a child who's mother just didn't buy him any of his favourite snacks. He cursed under his breath and went back inside to his friends.

He knew this wasn't done, he needed answers and a lot of talking, but for now he decided to went back.

Little did both of you knew that Oliver heard and saw this whole conversation. He was hidden behind one of those tall bushes, watching you two the whole time.

He knew everything. He watched you 24/7, he had your daily routine memorized and the things you love was written in his secret notebook that he had made just for you.

From the start this was Oliver's plan, to get to you. But you were a very closed and private person, he even had problems with stalking you like looking at you from the tree that was near your window and stuff, which made him obsessed even more.

And that's why he started talking to Felix, because he knew that you two were dating... and his plan worked, like always. He now was your friend who was on his way to your room to comfort you after a "hard" breakup with your now ex-boyfriend.

His plan worked perfectly.

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onceuponapuffin · 11 months ago

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Fanatic Intervention Part 15!!!

Okay, this is gonna be a long one, but I promise it's important. There was just a lot that I had to get in here. Also we had our first ever tie! So I chose between the two. Alright, let's do this. Enjoy!

Beginning || Previous || Next

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The bar in question is rowdy and rustic. The crowd that has already gathered is loud, probably drunk, and honestly makes you wish you had some anxiety meds with you or something because the button in your pocket is a single thread holding you together when you could really do with a rope. You look over to Aziraphale, who’s grimacing at the scene. Oh good, so you’re not the only one who isn’t a fan of this place. You notice Crowley studying the bar – no doubt trying to get a sense for their selection.

“Over there,” Anathema shouts over the noise. You follow her pointing arm to see Sardis, already at a table and waving you over. Well, at least you definitely have a space to sit. That’s something.

The four of you approach Sardis who waves you into the seats around him with an enormous smile.

“Welcome!” He says grandly, “To my favourite place this side of town.”

“Your favourite place,” You repeat with skepticism, “Is a dive bar?”

“Oh not just any dive bar Little Moth,” Sardis winks as he speaks, “The best karaoke bar this side of the bayou. Personal opinion, of course. But I am an angel after all so feel free to take that as gospel.” He laughs loudly at his own joke. You chuckle uncertainly. Aziraphale shakes his head. Anathema rolls her eyes. Crowley looks like he could vomit. Basically, Sardis is the only one amused. Once he finally stops laughing, he looks around at you. “Such sour faces, my friends. But of course you have, I’ve forgotten my manners! Let me get you some drinks before the festivities start.”

“The festivities?” asks Aziraphale, “I’m sure you don’t mean...”

“The karaoke, of course!” Sardis smiles before leaving the table with a wink. “Be back in a sec!”

“I am not singing,” Crowley states firmly.

“Nor am I,” Aziraphale frowns.

“We may need to consider it,” Anathema says after a pause, “He has information that we need, and we may have to play his game to get it.”

“I mean, I don’t exactly…dislike him...but he's weird,” You, the dimensional traveler, observe.

“Oh absolutely weird,” agrees the witch.

“A very weird one indeed, yes,” affirms the angel of the Eastern Gate.

“Weird as all fuck,” confirms the demon.

Sardis returns carrying a tray with five drinks and lays it proudly on the table in front of them.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I took my best guess,” Sardis announces as he hands around the drinks, “Sherry for the angel, whiskey for the demon, margarita for the witch, and I played it safe and got you a sangria.” He lays the alcohol in front of each of you. You take a sip and holy crow is it ever delicious. “’S that good, Little Moth?” Sardis asks you as he takes his own seat. You nod, and his smile grows. “Good, glad to hear it.”

“Thank you kindly, Sardis,” Aziraphale ventures, taking a sip of his sherry, “Now, perhaps would you mind telling us what you know?”

Sardis laughs again. He laughs a lot, you notice. Probably having the time of his life with all of this.

“What I know is that I’m not saying anything about Jesus until you sign up and sing me a song.”

Honestly, you need to take a deep breath at that. The irritation is building. First he wouldn’t say anything until you came here, and now he won’t say anything until you sing for him. He keeps changing the goal posts on you. Anathema had said you might need to play his game to get information from him, but you honestly didn’t think it would feel so...condescending.

Anathema’s phone suddenly starts ringing. She pulls it out of her pocket, and you briefly notice the What’s App logo and Newt’s face lighting up the screen. After a brief apology, she excuses herself from the table and leaves the bar. Well. Lucky her. You sigh and stand.

“Yeah okay fine, I’ll be right back.”

“Where’re you going?” Crowley asks. His question has bite, but you’re sure it isn’t anger – he just doesn’t want everyone to end up leaving him with Sardis.

“I’m going to sign up,” You say, “Sing a song. Karaoke, right?” You look at Sardis, who nods appreciatively.

“There now! Little Moth gets it!”

Crowley and Aziraphale both gawk at you, but you’re already turning and beelining for the sign-up table.

Now here, dear Reader, let’s take a moment to talk about the Anxiety Loophole. In ordinary circumstances, you’d be lucky to talk to a crowd and sound normal about it (not to mention the possibility of nausea and such), but the Anxiety Loophole is a magical and gracious thing. In a situation where there is something that must be done, and everyone around you is too scared or embarrassed or anxious themselves to do it, suddenly it becomes possible for you. You may never dream of asking for your food to be sent back at a restaurant, but if your friend needs more ketchup and is too nervous to ask for it, you will put the chef in a headlock if you have to in order to get it for them. Or, say, if an angel and a demon have expressly stated their discomfort with singing in public, and another angel with vital information demands a performance before telling you said information, signing up for karaoke suddenly seems like a piece of cake. Besides, you figure, most of the people in the room are drunk. So you pick something easy, something loud, something most people here probably know already. That way, they’ll do most of the work for you, and then you’re singing with them, instead of for them. Are you a genius? Yes, yes you are. Take the praise, Reader, you’re going to want that confidence in a few minutes.

You return to the table, having put your name and song on the list, and take a seat (and a very large sip of your sangria).

“There,” You declare, “Now how about we talk about Jesus while we wait for my name to be called.”

“You’re not actually serious about this,” Crowley asks. You look to Sardis.

“I am if he is.”

Sardis’ eyes widen in surprise before he smiles again. “Oh, I most definitely like you, Little Moth.” He leans his chin on his hands. “Tell me, what has Metatron had to say about you?”

Oh good. You’re actually getting somewhere.

“Nothing good,” You admit with a frown, “He tried to turn me into salt once, and then trapped me in a bathroom and tried to manipulate me.”

Sardis hums and nods in affirmation. Then he turns to Crowley and Aziraphale.

“And tell me, what have the two of you done about that?” he asks them. The both of them practically jump in surprise.

“W-well,” Aziraphale starts and stops.

“Ngggk,” says Crowley.

“Well you see, it’s a bit more complicated than…”

“So nothing then,” Sardis concludes.

“Wait,” You say, “That’s not fair.”

“Have you given Little Moth any way to defend or protect themselves?”

“They don’t need to!” You all but shout, “They’re with me basically all the time!”

But Sardis doesn’t seem to hear you. He stares at the celestials with an offended glare. Neither Aziraphale or Crowley seem to know what to make of it, but he doesn’t give them much of a chance to before he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a card, and hands it to you. You take it from him, worried that if you don’t he might get upset with Aziraphale and Crowley and really it’s the Metatron’s fault, not theirs. Put the blame in the right place. Your hands are starting to shake a little as you look at the card.

“Oh!” You exclaim, relaxing a little. Actually it’s not all that bad. It’s a punch card of sorts. It reminds you a little bit of Furfur’s card from the 1941 minisode, but instead of being a Miracle Blocker, it’s a Miracle Enabler numbered 1 to 12. You notice that each number is perforated – meant to be torn off so that you don’t need to carry around a hole punch. Clever, actually. You show it to Aziraphale and Crowley.

“Oh my,” says Aziraphale, “That really is clever. I’m rather embarrassed to admit that the idea never came to me.”

“Huh,” Crowley adds, helpfully.

“Yeah,” says Sardis, “You probably never had to think about things like, what if they ever turn off your miracles Up There. Probably helps that your only mention in the Bible isn’t about how shit you are.”

You look at the card thoughtfully for a minute. You think about all the genie questions you’ve seen online.

“Go on, Little Moth,” Sardis coos gently, “Try it out.”

You glance at him and then back at the card. Well he’s not giving you any hints about how this thing works, so probably best to just follow your instincts. After taking a second to think, you rip off the number 1 and make a wish.

The number has disappeared from your fingers and reappeared attached to the card.

“Oop,” Sardis says, “Looks like that didn’t go through. What were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to make it so that I could do miracles without the card.”

Sardis starts to laugh. “Oh you have a clever mind! I like the way you think!” His laughter continues for a moment before he calms himself, though you notice it takes him some time. Then he shakes his head.

“Listen,” he says to you, “Humans just can’t do miracles. For you to be able to do them without the card, you would have to change your entire species. And this little thing just isn’t built for that sort of miracle. Try again, something smaller this time.”

Your brow furrows in concentration as you stare back at the card. Something reasonable that wouldn’t need a big change in order to work. Oh, wait a minute. You rip off the number 1, and make a wish. Suddenly, you notice that you are holding a second Miracle Enabler, full up.

“There you go, Little Moth,” Sardis sighs approvingly, “Now that’s how you do it!” The first card goes in a place you can easily reach – your jeans pocket, perhaps. The second one you fold up and place in your sock. For emergencies.

“What did you mean about your mention in the Bible?” Aziraphale ventures, apparently sensing that he isn’t in trouble anymore. Sardis raises an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you read Revelation?” he asks.

“Well yes, of course,” Aziraphale replies, “But I don’t recall it saying you were...well...bad.”

“Shit, Angel,” corrects Crowley, “He said it calls him shit.”

“I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead,” Sardis quotes, “Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God. Remember, therefore, what you received and heard; obey it, and repent.” He shakes his head. “Does that sound like a glowing report to you? No, see, I invited that asshat John over for brunch one time, okay? ONE. He gets the runs, blames it on the bacon. Next thing I know, I’m getting hate mail, supposedly from Jesus, with passive aggressive notes about people who haven’t soiled their clothes. Yeah, no, I know exactly whose message that was.” He huffs angrily and sips his drink.

“So….” You interject cautiously, “You stayed down here because...oh, because Heaven endorsed it?”

“Enthusiastically,” he confirms, “I’m just a minor angel – ha, barely that. More of a guardian. They don’t care about me as much as the message.”

You nod, Gabriel’s trial coming to mind. It’s all about the message.

“We know all about that,” You say gently, “They threatened to erase Aziraphale’s name from the Book of Life. Well, anyone really, who uh, helped Gabriel escape judgment.” Sardis raises an eyebrow at that.

“Oh yeah? What did that bureaucratic ass do?”

“He fell in love with Beelzebub and said ‘Nah’ to Armageddon Part 2.”

“Psh, oh yeah, that’ll do it,” Sardis says, taking another sip, “Not that any of them could erase anyone. Not really. You need to know someone’s true name for that.”

“Hold up,” says Crowley, “The Book of Life isn’t actually real?”

“Oh, it is,” says Sardis, “I know it for a fact. You see, one of the things of being an Original Angel of the Church,” he says the title mockingly, you notice, “is that you end up with a gift. Something to give the worthy when they ascend. Mine happens to be knowing everyone’s true name.”

“Wait a minute, wait,” You say, “That’s...that’s...”

“I know,” Sardis says, “Look, it’s like this. Most books that you read, the words are 2-dimensional, right? The Book of Life sort of has more than 2 dimensions to it. And it records everything. Now look,” he takes a packet of coarse sugar, “This is a soul,” he opens it and pours the chunks onto the table, “Each soul can be different people throughout its existence, and the Book, for accuracy purposes, records your name in whatever life you're living,” he picks up one crystal, “on the first dimension,” he places it on top of the paper pouch, “and your true name on the dimensions that lie underneath.” He sits up triumphantly. “So before you can actually erase anyone you need to know their true name, and before you know that, you need to know how to read the Book, and before that you need the gift to be able to perceive the different dimensions.”

“Which you have,” Crowley concludes. Sardis nods.

“Which I have, yes. Unfortunately, I also have the misfortune of never being able to be anywhere near the Book of Life. So I’m basically the angelic equivalent of a dolphin who knows all the secrets of Super Mario. I know it, but fat lot of good it does me. Or will ever, for that matter.”

You’re about to say something else, but your name gets called to the stage.

Oh. Oh right.

Oh shit.

You walk up to the stage and take the microphone uncertainly as the intro music for Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off starts to play. You chose it because you know some of the actions to it and I mean, the lyrics are so simple that you’re hoping the drunk crowd will start singing along with you.

“I stay out too late,

Got nothing in my brain,

At least that’s what people say,

That’s what people say,”

A random drunk person in the back cheers.

“But I keep cruisin’

Can’t stop won’t stop movin’

It’s like I got this music in my mind sayin’

It’s gonna be alright”

The entire bar claps three times. Oh wow.

Basically, your plan works. They all can’t help but join in for the chorus, and you end up having a lot of fun with it. Their enthusiasm is so validating, and after a minute or two you don’t care if it’s because of the alcohol or if they actually think you’re good. You just sing the song and you have a fabulous time of it. Honestly, it's hard to have a bad time singing and dancing to that song. You forget about saving the world, you forget that Crowley and Aziraphale are watching you, everything just fades away for a few minutes except for the lyrics on the screen in front of you and the energy of the people in the bar. For a few minutes, you’re just having fun, and that’s the most important thing about this, dear Reader.

When the song is over you return to the table. Anathema is finally back, and you notice she’s finished her drink pretty quickly. Good thing you ate before coming. Sardis is clapping for you.

“That was excellent! Great job, Little Moth! Here, have another one on me.” He waves his hand and a second sangria appears IN A FISHBOWL. Oh...Aziraphale and Crowley better cover you later, a hangover while one world-saving duty would suck.

Anathema clears her throat.

“So,” she says, you notice her voice shakes a little. Probably because she downed that drink so fast. “About Jesus.”

“Ah yes,” sighs Sardis, “The prodigal son himself. Well, I will tell you that he is here, though not in this city. Came down in a plane and everything.”

“Ha!” You say, pointing triumphantly, “I told you!”

Sardis chuckles. “Yes, what a day that was. Landed in Los Angeles thirteen years ago.”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“Los Angeles,” says Aziraphale, “Well that’s awfully on the nose, isn’t it?”

“Wait a minute,” You say, “So he’s an adult then, right? Not a baby?” You’re hoping. Your fingers are crossed that maybe he arrived in the states when he was a toddler, or a small kid.

“Oh no, not a baby, but not an adult either,” confirms Sardis.

“Don’t say it,” You beg.

“What’s wrong?” Aziraphale asks. Crowley looks like he’s on alert. Even Anathema looks a little unsure what to make of you.

“Okay actually just say it,” You decide, “How old is he?”

“He’s thirteen.”

“Oh shit,” says Anathema.

“Is he at least one of the nice thirteen year-olds?” You ask hopefully.

“Well,” says Sardis, “He’s definitely white this time, and his family is rich so, what do you think.”

You drop your head into your hands.

“Um, I’m sorry,” Aziraphale interrupts, “But, ah, what exactly is the problem here?”

When, dear Reader, was the last time you were around a 13-year-old boy? The age when they are all about proving how masculine they are, the age when they like to play rough in places where they really shouldn’t be playing rough, be mean for no reason other than because it makes them feel like a badass, jump and hoot and holler and laugh at anyone with sense because they get a kick out of adults getting angry with them. There is no force more annoying or enraging than a 13 year old, of any gender. But now add privileged and spoiled to that and you have a force to be reckoned with. You briefly relay this to Aziraphale.

“So,” You conclude, “The person who we need to convince to save the world, the person who needs to take this seriously or everyone dies terribly, the person who we need to care, has all the makings of the one person who is the least likely to care on the entire planet.”

“Ugh,” Anathema groans, “Why did they have to do it like that? I thought Jesus was supposed to be all about the outsiders and being kind to each other and things.”

“Well,” suggests Aziraphale, “I suppose that was probably the first time around. This time, they’re probably a bit less concerned about the, ah, morality of the whole thing, and more concerned about the messiah bit.”

“Right,” Anathema says with a disillusioned sigh, “And the fastest and easiest way for anyone to become a messiah in this world is to be rich, white, and male.”

“Cutting corners, I believe humans would say,” concludes Aziraphale.

Sardis nods, a frown upon his face. The previously cheerful angel isn’t laughing anymore as he raises his glass and says “To the world.”

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