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kittyt-hexxed · 3 years ago

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I Can Be A Better Boyfriend (Vi x Reader Oneshot)

Final Part

Warnings: Drinking, Alcohol, Asshole Boyfriend/Ex-Boyfriend

Word Count: 15K

Note: Picture The Last Drop as a multi-floor club. There are two floors. The main floor - the one you enter on - is a large balcony that contains the bar, booths, and the VIP lounge. People on the upper floor can see down to the dancefloor as they mingle and eat. (A mixture of Lux from Lucifer and post-Silco is how it looks on the weekends. It looks like Vander’s pub during the week.)

Part 1 - I met her when I was still with my ex, but her lipstick was blood red

You let out an excited squeal as your roommates and best friends come waltzing into your room with a very short dress. Your friends had insisted on planning your next birthday so you had no idea as to where you’d be going. The dress spoke volumes about the places you might be going to as it would only be appropriate in certain company.

“Do you like it?” Ava grins as she waves the piece of fabric around.

“Of course, I do! It’s got all of my favorite things!” You laugh while nodding your head.

“Alright, get dressed, put these heels on, and sit your cute ass in that chair.” Marie hands you a matching pair of shoes in your favorite color. You inspect the heels and sigh in relief when you realize they’re only an inch tall. While you didn’t mind wearing taller heels, you’d rather not be forced to take them off when your toes start hurting. You let out a hum and strap them onto your feet before standing up and letting your robe drop to the ground. The charms on your waist chain jingle softly as you move and take the dress from Ava.

Your friends help you as you shimmy into it and lace up the sides. Once it was properly laced, they usher you to the chair and get to work on your makeup. You weren’t one to do a full face so they only did your eyes and lips, before adding striking highlights. You chatted about your week, giggling over silly things, and joking around with each other. By the time you were done, your friends dipped out to get dressed. You got up and went on the hunt for your phone remembering that you haven’t checked it all day. When you got up this morning, you had been going all over the place with your friends. You were having so much fun you hadn’t picked it up once, only glancing at your watch for the time.

“Ten missed calls?” You mutter to yourself as your phone screen lights up. You unlock it, first moving to your text messages and quickly responding to all of the ‘Happy Birthday!’ ones. Usually, people forget your birthday - you didn’t mind because you only celebrated with close friends - but, it felt nice that so many people remembered this time. Your aunt had sent you a gift you had yet to open. They don’t talk about how lonely your life can be after high school. Most friends lose contact unless you attend the same college or have them on social media. So, seeing old friends reach out to you is touching.

“Hey, we’re all ready to go!” Marie knocks on your doorway. You glance up, pausing at the sight of your two gorgeous best friends.

“Woah!” You shout in surprise, “You guys look sexy!” You approach them with a huge grin that they both return.

“Why, thank you, ma’am!” Ava gives a little bow, making you giggle.

“If you haven’t already realized…” Marie starts as she places her hand on your shoulder, “We’re taking you to The Last Drop for your birthday!” She shouts in excitement. Stunned, you stare at her.

“Give her a moment, she’s processing it.” Ava jokes, “Her little hamster is working overtime.”

You squeal excitedly making your friends laugh, “Are you kidding me?! The Last Drop?! THE Last Drop?!” You bounce from one foot to the other, suddenly too energized to keep still.

“YES!” They chorus together.

“HOW?!” You exclaim loudly. You were completely and utterly appalled. The Last Drop was Runeterra’s most exclusive nightclub! Anyone could visit during the week when it was run as a regular bar but on the weekends? On the weekends from sunset to sunrise was when the whole building was said to transform. People who had the luxury to witness both say the club looks almost completely different depending on the day. It was the hardest club to get into regularly. You needed to apply in advance if you didn’t know someone who could get you on the list. It was packed within an hour of opening and it was rare for anyone to leave until sunrise. Yet, that didn’t stop people from lining up outside the doors in hopeful anticipation.

“We applied to be on the list two years ago for your birthday when we realized it was on a weekend! We got our confirmation last week, and kept it a secret from you.” Ava winks.

“You guys are the BEST!” You throw your arms around them, giving them a tight squeeze. Usually, your birthday plans are quieter, maybe a trip to the beach, going out for a nice meal, or having a movie marathon in cute onesies. Your favorite party so far was Jade’s Marvel marathon where everyone cosplayed as one of the characters. You nearly peed yourself from laughing so hard while Jade - dressed as Thor - kept trying to whack Marie with the foam hammer.

“Is it going to be just us?” You question as you draw back. Marie shakes her head.

“Aaron is coming along with Jade.” She smiles at you. You blink and raise an eyebrow, “Jade, I understand… but why is my boyfriend coming?”

“He was invited before you two started dating. It would be an asshole move of us to uninvite him because you’re together now.” Ava points out. You nod in agreement before Marie claps her hands.

“It is now… 6:40 pm, so we need to head out, ladies. Grab your bags, emergency condoms, and leave your modesty behind!” Marie announces, “We are going to The Last Drop!” You snort, trying to contain your laughter as Ava gives her a disbelieving look.

“We’re not hooking up with anyone on her birthday, Marie.” Ava playfully pushes her.

“I meant for Y/n!” Marie whines.

“I’m not ditching you two for sex!” You scoff, “I’m ditching you for the margaritas!”

“HEY!” They gasp, making you laugh.

“You know what, I don’t blame you.” Marie grins, “I’d leave myself for a Dirty Shirley Temple.”

The car ride to the club was filled with high emotions and laughter. You had your own pre-party party in the car, singing loudly to your favorite songs, and building anticipation for the night to come. You glance at your phone as you pull into the parking lot.

“Aaron says they’re in the fifth row.” You tell Ava and she turns down the row. You see Jade waving her arms, standing in an empty parking spot with a wide grin on her face. Your boyfriend is leaning against the trunk of his car with a bored stare. The moment the car is stopped, you hop out of the car and race to Jade.

“Jade!” You say happily, kissing her cheek in greeting before melting into a hug.

“Y/n!” Jade giggles and returns the kiss, hugging you tightly, “Happy birthday, cutes! You look beautiful!” She twirls you. The dress you’re wearing shines in the light along with your choker’s charm as it swings side to side.

“Thank you! You look beautiful too, Dee!” You compliment her. Jade places her hand on her chest and gives you a cheeky smile, “Well, if you insist.” You laugh and step away so the others can greet her too. You walk over to your boyfriend who gives you a lazy smile.

“Hey, baby!” You chirp and kiss his cheek before resting your arms on his shoulders.

“Hey, babe. You look pretty.” Aaron says casually, making you frown slightly.

“Everything-?” You get cut off.

“-Let’s go!” Jade cheers and grabs your arm. You stumble slightly, quickly catching yourself and giggling at your friend’s antics. You head up to the entrance, feeling the nervousness bubbling in your stomach. ‘What if we don’t get in? What if they say our passes are fake? What if only half of us get in?’ You bite the inside of your lip in worry. You can see a line out front of people hoping to get in. Two large, bulky men stand at either side of the doors, at least over six feet tall. Scanning the passes between them is a woman with short black hair.

You take out your phone, pulling up your pass as you approach her. You hear the murmured complaints from the people waiting off to the side, disappointed that they wouldn’t be going in.

“Good evening.” The woman greets you.

“Good evening. Here’s my pass.” You turn the phone towards her. Her eyes scan the screen for what feels like forever, before lifting the scanner. It lets out a soft beep, flashing green, and her eyes brighten up, “Oh! Happy birthday!” She smiles at you. Her hand dips into her pocket and she pulls out a stamp. She motions to your hand and you hold it out.

“You get a free drink on us! Just show it to the server or bartender when you first order.” With that, she scans everyone else’s things and the doors are opened. You practically speed walk into the building, stopping when your eyes land on the hostess. She gives you a cheery smile as some of her powder blue hair falls in front of her face.

“Hi there, my name is Jinx! I’m the hostess for tonight. Can I see your pass, so we can get you seated?” She motions to your phone. You blink before blushing and showing it to her. ‘I am so out of my element right now.’ You feel your awkwardness taking over.

“We’re one group.” You motion to everyone besides you.

“Great! You’re seated in B1! Ooohhh, Happy Birthday!” Jinx squeals. You laugh and thank her as she escorts your group through the doors and to your booth. You notice that she has long braids that are only a few inches off of the ground. ‘Wow, I wonder how long it takes for her to wash it.’ Your jaw drops when you finally get to see the club. ‘Holy shit! This place is GORGEOUS!’ Your eyes zip around, taking in all of the designs such as the neon lights and even the way the balcony is designed. You’re still in shock as you’re seated and Jinx explains that your server will be showing up soon before leaving.

“Holy shit!” Jade squeals from across you, “Do you see this place?!”

“I know, right?! I’ve read so much about this place that it’s surreal to be here!” Marie gushes. You note that she and Ava are sitting across from your boyfriend, while you and Jade are seated on the inside of the U-shaped couch. You listen to your friends discuss what drinks they want to order while you gaze around.

The music wasn’t as loud as you thought it would be. It was at a pleasant level that let you hold a normal-volume conversation. The floor that you were on was the main floor of the club. It held the bar, booths that curiously have curtains, and a VIP lounge. It was a large balcony that overlooks the floor below it, which is the dance floor.

“What are you going to drink, babe?” You lean over to your boyfriend. He glances at you from his phone with a shrug, “A beer most likely. I’m not feeling anything fancy.” Aaron says before gazing back down at his phone. You frown but look at Jade who had tapped your arm.

“What’s up?” You smile at her.

“Do you know what you’re going to get? Your first drink is free, birthday girl!” Jade teases you.

“I’ll stick to my trusty margarita before trying any custom mixes.” You say as you flip through the drink menu. There are a few drinks that interest you, but starting your night off right involves a margarita.

“That’s so laaaaame!” Marie sticks her tongue out at you.

“Oh, shush Marie! Not all of us want to get wasted.” You pout.

“I can have a couple of drinks, but since I’m driving us home in the morning, I’ll have to stop soon.” Ava sighs, “Next time, Marie is the driver.”

Your server shows up to take your drink orders and, like everyone else, wishes you a happy birthday. You chat with your friends as you wait for your drinks to arrive. You try to converse with Aaron but his words are short and not involved, so you give up. It hurt your feelings a bit, but you shrugged it off thinking he was waiting for your drinks. It took a bit of time for him to warm up when you went out as a group. So, it wasn’t unusual for him.

Your server came back quickly, handing out your drinks and disappearing just as fast. The arrival of your drinks made it set in that this is really happening. You’re sitting in The Last Drop with the people you’re closest to on your birthday. ‘I can’t wait for this night to start!’

“To the birthday girl!” Ava grins and raises her glass.

“To the birthday girl!” The others chime and you all take a drink from your glasses. You hum happily and immediately go in for another sip. You feel Aaron grab your hand and you shoot him a smile. The night takes off from there. You all have a few more rounds of drinks before ordering some food and water. You planned to be out all night and wanted to pace yourselves. Aaron continued to be checked out of the conversation, but he had started getting handsy with you. It started with a hand on your knee that slowly inched its way up to your thigh. It annoyed you, so you kept on removing it.

Aaron’s attitude was starting to bug you. He was normally very animated and interactive during conversations with his friends, but he rarely looked up from his damn phone. You tried to push it from your mind but the fingers digging into your thigh wouldn’t let you. It was starting to distract you from the conversation with your friends. You passively remove his hand again and nearly sigh in relief when he doesn’t put it back.

“Didn’t Marie cry because she couldn’t get down from the tree?” You furrow your brow in confusion. You had missed part of the conversation but caught the end of it.

“No! I cried because I got stung by a wasp while I was up there!” Marie defends herself.

“No, no. I’m positive it was because you couldn’t get down.” Jade shakes her head. You tense as Aaron’s hand rests on your thigh once again and you brush it off. Your annoyance with him has risen higher than you can tolerate. You weren’t in the mood to be messing around like this when you want to enjoy your time with everyone.

“I had to climb up there and help you down.” You point out.

“I got stung by a wasp!” Marie whines, “Every time I moved my leg, it hurt really bad. I was too scared to climb down alone because I didn’t want to fall!”

“That’s how we found out you’re allergic to them!” Ava gasps, “Now that you say it, I remember that!”

“Yes! Exactly!” Marie exclaims and throws her arms around her, “That’s how we found out. My leg got so swollen I had to go to the walk-in clinic to get it checked out.”

Aaron’s hand finds its way back to your thigh, this time moving higher up, and you’ve had enough. You snatch his wrist, squeezing it tightly and practically fling it at him. Fed up, you stand up and announce that you’re going to the bathroom. Aaron gives you an annoyed look while cradling his wrist that you don’t acknowledge. Ava tags along and the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence. Like the rest of the place, the restroom was as nice as the club. There were sparkly quartz countertops, white tiles, and the whole place smelled like cleaning supplies. Ava slips into one of the stalls as you stand in front of the sink. On the wall was a cleaning schedule with various times and a small checkbox next to it. The most recent time being checked off is 10 pm and you look at your watch to verify that it was indeed past ten. ‘How long have I been dealing with Aaron’s handiness?’ You sigh in irritation.

“So, are we going to talk about why you looked so miserable sitting next to your man?” You hear Ava say before you hear the sound of the toilet flushing. You mess with your hair, letting out another sigh as she walks out of the stall. Ava gives you a sympathetic smile in the mirror as she stops next to you to wash her hands.

“He’s been off all night, V. Aaron has been on his phone for hours!” You vent to your friend, “Then, he’s been trying to feel me up for who knows how long. No matter how many times I moved his hand, he put it back. I had enough and needed to get out of there.” You close your eyes in frustration. Ava puts her arms around you in a silent show of support.

“Sweets, don’t let him ruin your night.” Ava smiles at you, “You’re having your birthday celebration at the hottest nightclub in the country! Tits up!” She playfully lifts your boobs.

“Thanks, Ava.” You laugh and wipe away a tear that managed to escape.

“Anytime!” She winks, “Let’s head back, hm?” Ava grins and the two of you exit the restroom. You accidentally bump into someone as you step out.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, whirling around to see who you bumped into.

“All good.” You hear someone respond. The only thing you catch is a brief smile and flash of pink before the door closes. You blink as you process what happened. You shake your head and continue back to your seat. You pass by a handful of other club-goers on your way to the booth, thankfully not running into any of them. As you get closer, you notice that Aaron is the only one there.

“Hey, where did the girls go?” You question him as his eyes land on you. You catch a glimpse of a game on his phone before he places it down.

“They went dancing.” Aaron shrugs.

“Do you want to go join them?” Ava questions you.

“Definitely!” You grin before glancing at your boyfriend, “You coming with us?”

“No, I’m all good here. You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves.” He waves you off. You give him a fake smile before whirling around and marching away. Ava grabs your hand and you briefly pause to gaze over the balcony to find your friends in the crowd. It was darker down there than up here, but you managed to find them before starting down the stairs. The music became louder the closer you got to the bottom. The bass reverberates through your body as flashing strobe lights illuminate your outfit, and you push through the crowd to your friends. When they see you, they cheer and yank both of you into the group without another word. You laugh and dance with them, getting lost in the moment with your girls. Being on the dance floor was a whole new experience than the balcony. It was as if the rest of the club didn’t exist and it was just you and your friends. The only lights were the strobes and any glow-in-the-dark items people had on them. It was easy to dance your heart out, singing at the top of your lungs with all of the others. You didn’t mind if someone bumped into you, because you were having too much fun to care. Eventually, you decided that you needed to rest and it seemed like your friends agreed.

“LET’S GET SOME SHOTS!” Jade screams over the music. You enthusiastically nod and the four of you squeeze your way to the stairs. Marie grabs your hand as you head up the steps to the balcony. You let out a giggle as she places her foot down too hard and stumbles. She was the clumsiest of your group and it showed she’s starting to feel her drinks. Your little group goes straight to the bar, surprised to see that half of the seats are empty. You hop onto one of the stools as your eyes glide over the list of shots.

“What can I get for you, ladies?” The bartender stops in front of you.

“I’ll take a vodka shot, please.” You smile at him. He nods and looks at your friends.

“Three tequila shots, please.” Marie grins, “Can we also get five shots of shimmer sent over to our booth?” She questions. You raise an eyebrow at the request. ‘I don’t remember seeing shimmer on the list. Is that a secret item?’ You open your mouth to say something before an oddly familiar voice speaks up.

“Put their shots on my tab, Thieram.” A smooth voice sounds from your right. The bartender freezes in his tracks, looking like a deer in headlights. You raise an eyebrow at the strange reaction, turning to the voice and your breath catches in your throat. Leaning up against the bar is a very attractive woman. The first thing you notice is her pink hair, followed closely by her piercings and red leather jacket. ‘Damn… Damn.’ Your words die in your throat as her eyes find yours. Silvery-blue eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” The bartender - Thieram - says to the woman after scanning your pass, “Happy Birthday, miss.” He nods to you before going to pour your shots.

“Uh… Thank you for that.” You clear your throat, “You didn’t have to.”

“But!” Jade cuts in, “It’s highly appreciated!”

“No worries.” The woman lets out a chuckle that makes you stare a bit, “Shots of shimmer are expensive. You’ll rack up your tab with those alone.”

“How expen-!” Marie’s hand covers your mouth.

“Don’t worry about the cost, Y/n! It’s your birthday, just relaaax.” Marie giggles, making you nervous. ‘The only time she does this is when the cost is too high. Even if it is my birthday, I don’t want them spending too much.’

“Here are your shots.” Thieram places them on the counter. He hands the woman a piece of paper that she shoves into her pocket, “Your order will be brought to your booth shortly.”

“Thank you!” Your group choruses. You knock back your shot. The vodka burns as it goes down your throat but it’s a comforting warmth. You sigh happily, letting your eyes fall shut as you revel in the feeling for a few seconds.

“Happy birthday, by the way.” The woman smiles at you. You blush lightly, hoping that the low light would hide it. ‘God, Y/n, you’re taken. Stop blushing. Your boyfriend is waiting for you back at your seat.’

“Thanks.” You place your shot glass down with a sudden shyness. She was just being polite but that made you feel a little fuzzy. ‘Or, maybe that’s just the alcohol.’

“Alright, let’s go back to our booth.” Ava grins, “You’re welcome to come along. You did pay for our shots.” She says.

“Yeah! Come on!” Jade grins and motions to her.

“Ah, only if it’s okay with the birthday girl here. I wouldn’t want to ruin her night.” The woman cracks a friendly, lopsided smile. ‘Cuuuute!’ You squeal to yourself.

“That’s fine with me.” You smile at her and tilt your head, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“My name is Vi. Yours?” Vi asks.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard but my name is Y/n.” You smile at her. Your friends introduce themselves as well.

“Nice to meet you all.” Vi grins. With those words, you make the short trip back to your booth. You idly think that she must be over six feet tall. Now that she isn't leaning, you can see that she’s taller than you. You’re excited to tell Aaron about the new shots you’ll be trying out. When your eyes land on the booth, you find that Aaron is gone. You freeze, staring at the place he should be sitting.

“Where’s Aaron?” Jade questions as you all slide back into the booth. You sit back in your usual spots with the newcomer taking your boyfriend’s seat.

“Ah…” You glance at Ava who shrugs, “Let me check my phone.” You mumble and pull it out. You don’t see any messages or missed calls from him, so you send him a text.

“I don’t have any notifications from him, so I sent him a text. He’s probably in the bathroom-” Your phone pings once, twice, and it’s the third time when you open your messages. You stare blankly at your phone as you read what’s there. You’re silent for too long, prompting Jade to take your phone from your hand. You blink and look up as Jade curses and turns your phone off. Jade frowns and crosses her arms, “What an utter fucking asshole.”

“What happened?” Ava leans forward with a confused look on her face.

“He left.” You say monotonously.

“He left?!” Marie exclaims, startled at your words.

“What did the text say?” Ava demands.

“He said ‘I went home. I got bored and didn’t want to be there anymore. Goodnight, have fun, babe.’ Like a complete douchebag!” Jade hisses. Tears gather in your eyes and you fight to keep them in. ‘What the hell? Why would he leave like that? He didn’t even leave a text for me to see.’

“Ugh, I’m going to beat his ass later.” Marie huffs.

“Excuse me but what the fuck?” Vi snaps, “Your boyfriend ditches you on your birthday? That’s so shitty.” Her nose crinkles slightly with the angry expression on her face. You’re touched by the fact that a woman you just met is upset for you. ‘A hot woman too. A very hot woman.’ You shake your head slightly to clear your thoughts.

“Did I do something wrong?” You whimper, “He was out of it all night.” A few tears escape and slip down your cheeks. This hurt. It was supposed to be a fun night and now it wasn’t.

“No, sweetie, no!” Jade pulls you into a tight hug.

“Aaron is being an asshole.” Marie huffs, “You did nothing wrong. Don’t you dare shed any more tears over him.” Vi hands you a napkin with a gentle look in her eyes, “Hey, there’s no crying in the club, cutie pie. It’s the rules.” She winks at you, making you laugh. You dab at your eyes as your server from earlier appears at the end of the table with a tray of purple shots. You take a deep breath and push the bad feelings away. ‘This is my birthday. I’m at the top club in the country. I'm having fun tonight. No crying over an asshole.’ You encourage yourself.

“Well, since Aaron fucked off…” You grab the fifth shot and place it in front of Vi, “You get the last one.” You smirk at her. Vi’s eyebrows go up as her eyes sparkle in amusement.

“Oh? Lucky me, then. A beautiful girl giving me alcohol.” Vi gives you a teasing smile. Once again, you find yourself blushing and trying to pretend that you aren’t. You can tell that your friends notice from the cheeky grins they’re giving you.

“I’m concerned for my health.” Jade announces, “What the hell is this shot and why does it look toxic?” You take a careful look at the shot and silently agree. It’s neon purple, practically glowing under the lights, and looks like something you’d see in a mad scientist's lair.

“It’s not toxic.” Vi chuckles, “Shimmer is a custom drink made for The Last Drop. It’s the only place you can get it, but it’s on the secret menu. It’s as close as you can get to a party drug without the addiction. It’s a pick-me-up that energizes you and gives you a high for two hours. The high is actually the drink helping your body clear the alcohol from your system. A-listers love taking it a few hours before they leave so they don’t get wasted.”

“That’s why it’s only served as a shot.” Marie grins, “It’s limited.”

“You know a lot about it.” You raise an eyebrow at Vi. She gives you a secretive smile.

“Damn, let’s give it a go then, girls!” Ava cheers.

You all grab your shots, clinking your glasses in the middle, “Bottoms up!” Jade shouts.

“To the hottie next to you, Y/n!” Marie giggles right before you shoot the drink. You make a noise in the back of your throat as you swallow it. Partly because of what Marie said, but mainly because the liquid was cold. It feels like when you accidentally swallow an ice cube you’ve been sucking on. When it hits your stomach, a shiver goes through you rapidly chased by an intense wave of heat. You feel like you’ve been dunked into an ice water bath. Too cold, yet too hot and you’re instantly wide awake.

“Holy shit…” You breathe out as you blink your eyes. Your body practically vibrates as the low energy you felt earlier vanishes.

“Fuck!” Jade coughs in surprise, placing her glass down a little too hard.

“Ah!” Ava yelps, shaking her head.

“Woah! This is so cool!” Marie squeals and bounces in her seat. It’s then you notice that your friend’s eyes are pink. Your eyes go wide as you stare at them. Slowly, they notice the change in eye colors, too. You’re all staring at each other in surprise when Vi’s chuckle snaps you out of it.

“I should have warned you about the eye change, but your reactions are priceless.” Vi grins at you guys, playing with her shot glass and you find yourself mourning the loss of her blue eyes. Yet, the bright pink brings an edge to her that you didn’t expect.

“Well, I definitely want to go dance now!” Ava laughs, “I’m going to enjoy this buzz while it lasts. Would anyone like to join me?” She stands up and the other girls get up with her. You glance at the woman next to you before shaking your head.

“I’d like to get to know our guest for a bit, so you girls go on ahead.” You wave them off. Your responses are a bunch of giggles and secretive smiles. Jade throws you a wink that has you flushing and flicking her off. Your friend laughs, tugging the curtains shut, and chases after the other two. You turn towards Vi, getting comfortable on the couch, and give her a smile.

“So what made you place our drinks on your tab?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Oooh, straight for the hard-hitting questions.” Vi teases you and you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

“I’m serious! Why did you?” You press her.

“I was on my way out and spotted a very cute girl at the bar.” Vi shrugs, “So I thought, why not? I’ll buy a cute girl a drink before I go.” She makes eye contact with you.

“Who’s the cute girl?” You lean in with interest. ‘It could be any of my friends. They’re all stunning women.’ Vi’s eyes glow in amusement as she gives all of her attention to you.

“I’m talking to her.” Vi smirks. You blink before letting out a small squeak as a heavy blush rises to your face. You drop your head into your hands in an attempt to hide it, but you know she’s already seen it.

“You’re serious?!” You exclaim, raising your head to look at her.

“Positive, birthday girl.” Vi chuckles. Butterflies erupt in your chest as her eyes meet yours once more. ‘Great, the super hot girl thinks I’m cute! ME! Oh, the girls will be so jealous.’

“I-I’m flattered.” You stutter out, blushing so hard that your cheeks are starting to hurt.

“Ah, it’s too bad you’re taken though. Obviously, a beautiful girl like you is going to be taken.” Vi sighs with exaggerated disappointment.

“Please.” You scoff, “My boyfriend left me at a club because he was bored. He’s not doing himself any favors.” You idly realize that Jade had left with your phone.

“Hm.” Vi hums, running her fingers through her hair, “He’s not. I mean- He’s stupid for leaving you alone… That’s dangerous.” This woman was drawing you into her. You want to know how her hair would feel in your hands. If it was as soft as it looked. ‘Boyfriend, Y/n. Boyfriend.’

“Dangerous?” You say with a teasing tone. Vi leans closer to you, the smell of her cologne wafting to your nose as she does. Your eyes flicker to her lips, noting the scar, before meeting her eyes again. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen plump lips like that before.’

“Dangerous.” She says silkily, her eyes holding you captive, “Leaving such an enchanting woman like you where anyone she fancies could take her home.” Vi tsks.

“What makes you think I’d go home with just anyone?” You play with the empty shot glass to distract your mind. The tingling feeling from the shimmer makes it difficult to decipher if it was you or the drink. ‘It could be both…’

“I’m just saying that I would have never left you alone… if you were my girl.” Vi tilts her head, a coy smile on her face.

“Oh?” You pause at her words. You weren’t expecting her to say that. The butterflies in your chest flutter harder. “If I was your girl?” You purr, removing your hand from the glass and placing it on the couch between you. You’re leaning in closer, wanting to smell more of her cologne but also subconsciously wanting to be the center of her attention.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.” She gives you a confident smirk, the words rolling off her tongue smoothly, “I could do the shit that he never did for you, princess.” That makes you feel hotter than you already were. ‘I know that feeling is definitely me and not the drink. Holy shit, Vi has me hooked. I can’t help but be completely into her. Aaahhh, this is so not okay! But she’s so fucking hot!’

“You don’t know what he did for me before tonight.” You shrug, trying to act nonchalantly, “He could have been a perfect boyfriend.” You didn’t want Vi to know she was getting to you. This… conversation felt like a secret competition between the two of you, and damn did you want to be the winner.

“Mmm, but by the way you’re flirting with me, I can tell he doesn’t satisfy you.” Vi’s fingertips are now playing with yours, “So desperate for my attention. He doesn’t treat you the way you want to be treated… You’re welcome to tell me otherwise, of course.” She got you. You knew you shouldn’t be flirting like this, but you couldn’t help it. It felt so satisfying to be given someone’s attention without asking for it. And, Vi is giving you a chance to back out of it. The decision is all yours.

“I…” You lick your lips, carefully weighing your words, “You’re right. He doesn’t satisfy me. He doesn’t fulfill my needs.”

“Then, why are you still with him, sweetheart? A woman like you shouldn’t be pushing her own needs aside for a man like that.” Vi’s other hand lifts your chin, “You shouldn’t lower yourself for someone who is beneath you.” She whispers. Your breath hitches as her’s fans across your lips.

“I guess I haven’t found someone who’s on my level. I’m a bit hard to reach, darling.” You bite your lip, gleefully watching as her eyes dart down to it, “I’m looking for a gentleman.”

“I could be such a gentleman.” Vi whispers lowly. The urge to lean in and kiss her is overwhelming. Her lips are right there, glistening with red lipstick, and tempting you for a taste. You need to get out of this situation before you do something you surely won’t regret. Even though what Aaron pulled was shitty, you were still dating him.

“Then, why don’t you join me for a dance or two?” You pull away from her, internally sighing in relief at the distance, “I think we’ve kept the girls waiting long enough.” You catch a flicker of disappointment in her eyes before she smirks at you. You’re starting to really love that confident look on her face. It fits her perfectly.

“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Vi grins and stands up with you. She opens the curtains, breaking the illusion of being alone, and steps aside for you.

“I’ll just have to find out then.” You grin back, starting towards the staircase. Finding your friends was more of a challenge this time. It seems as though everyone in the club is on the dancefloor now that it’s past midnight. The bass feels a lot stronger as it rattles your very bones. You grin enthusiastically at Vi who returns it. The two of you end up dancing together for a while before you run into your friends and party as a group. You’re thoroughly impressed by Vi’s dance moves. You can tell that it’s definitely not her first time. She was right when she warned you about dancing with her. Watching her body move was electrifying and feeling it move was even better. You ended up dancing on each other, and at one point her hands were gripping your waist. Her lips found your neck, prompting her to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses in the spur of the moment. You couldn’t help but melt in her arms and press your body closer to hers. From the way her grip on you tightened, you knew she was into it.

When the shimmer faded, you all took a brief water break before heading back down. As a group, you jump around, feeding off of each other’s energy, and have the time of your lives. Your voice gives out from how much singing you do, but it doesn’t stop you from mouthing the lyrics. In between songs, the DJ announces that there’s an hour left until closing and you’re shocked. You didn’t think that it was this late or early. Your group calls it quits, heading to your booth with a more sluggish energy than before.

“I’m so tired. I can’t wait to get home and crash in bed.” Marie groans, making sure that she has everything. You walk over to the exit, pausing to scan your passes one last time.

“Can I crash at your place?” Jade pouts, “I don’t want to go back to the apartment with Mr.Grumps.”

“You’re more than welcome to.” Ava pats her shoulder while tucking her phone away.

“Do you need a ride home, Vi?” You question her.

“No need to worry about me, sweetheart. I can get home safely.” Vi gives you an amused smile.

“Oh, okay… Well, can I get your number before we go?” You shyly ask. Vi grins, extending her hand out and you give her your phone. After a minute, she hands it back to you with a soft smile, “Feel free to share my number with the girls. You’re all really chill.” She says. The tension between the two of you was getting to you.

“Thanks! You are, too.” Ava smiles, “We have to get going now, but it was nice meeting you. Thank you for the drinks, too.”

“No problem.” Vi shrugs.

“Viiiiiiiiiii! Mylo is being an asshole again!” You hear someone yell.

“That would be my sister.” Vi chuckles, “Drive safe, guys. Let me know when you’re back at your place, yeah?” You nod, wave goodbye, and turn to exit the club with your friends. Yet, something doesn’t sit right with you about this situation. ‘Am I really going to leave like this?’ You freeze. ‘Fuck, what am I doing?! Just go for it!’ You curse under your breath before whirling around to see Vi still standing there. She gives you a cute, curious look as you lock eyes. With a deep breath, you march up to her, fist her jacket in your hands and yank her into a deep kiss.

Vi’s hands are immediately on your waist, pulling you closer to her. The kiss is messy, heated, and not gentle at all. She tugs your bottom lip and you part your lips for her. The muffled moan that comes from you while your tongues dance around each other snaps you out of it. With a heavy blush, you break the kiss. Vi looks pleasantly surprised as you wink at her and walk away without a word. Your friends grin at you but don’t say anything as you leave. The sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon when you step outside. A small, soft smile stays on your face as you think about what just happened. The walk to the car is peaceful as is the drive home. With no one on the streets, you cruised through the lights without a problem.

You had never been happier to see your house. You practically threw the door open, dropping everything on the entrance table and ripping your heels off. You sigh in relief feeling the cold tile beneath your feet and glance at your friends.

“Goodnight!” You announce, making a b-line to your room, “Don't forget to shower!” You remind them. As much as you all want to go straight to sleep, you were sweaty, smelling of alcohol, and feeling gross. You don’t hesitate to jump into the shower before flopping down onto your bed. You let out a tired sigh, your bed feeling heavenly after such a long night. Too tired to put on your pajamas, you crawl under the covers and pick up your phone. You toy with what you want to say for a moment: ‘Hey, we got home safe. Thank you for the fun night, and once again, thank you for the drinks! I am now going to sleep the day away. I hope you got home safely! <3’ You stare at the screen hoping to catch a peek of those three little dots. ‘What am I doing? I need to go to bed. Bed!’ You scold yourself, placing it down on the nightstand and turning over. Not even a few seconds after turning over, you hear your phone vibrate. You whip around so fast that you almost knock your phone off of the table. ‘Great to hear it, birthday girl! I got home safely, so don’t you worry your pretty little head. Now, get some beauty sleep. We can’t have you not looking beautiful. That’d be a crime~’ You let out a tired giggle, putting your phone down and curling up in bed. Your boyfriend may have ruined part of your night, but his leaving turned out to be the best part. Your eyes fall shut while you think about the pink-haired hottie from The Last Drop. It didn’t even cross your mind to text Aaron.

The sound of giggling is the first thing you hear when you wake up. Your interest in knowing what’s going on wins over your tired mind and you crack your eyes open. Your friends are all sitting on your bed, cups of coffee in their hands, and chatting quietly. Ava makes eye contact with you and gives you a bright smile. You give her a tired one and slowly sit up before leaning against your headboard.

“Look who’s up.” Jade grins at you.

“Did I miss the memo that we had a meeting?” You yawn, stretching. Ava passes your robe to you, and you slip it on before moving closer to the girls. Marie hands you your mug and you happily take a sip. The taste of the chai latte wakes you up enough so you acknowledge the slight headache you have. You wince, taking another sip of your drink and Jade hands you painkillers. ‘Oh, I love my friends so much.’

“We’ve been up for a few minutes and knew you would be waking up soon.” Marie shrugs. You swallow the pills, chasing them with more of your drink, and shake your head.

“What time is it?” You sigh, looking around for your phone.

“Sometime around 1 pm.” Ava says, “Which is perfect because we’re meeting up with the group at 5 pm.”

You let out a groan, “Why are we going to Allie’s place again?”

“We always meet up at Allie’s every two weeks to make sure everyone is caught up with their coursework.” Marie says slowly, “Remember? We’ve been doing this for two years, Y/n.”

“Can’t we skip today?” You whine, “Can we just sleep in and be lazy?” You finish your latte and place the cup down, picking up your phone in the process.

“No, because we have a final next week that’s 40% of our grade.” Jade sighs, “I hate organic chemistry.”

“Speaking of chemistry!” Marie wiggles her eyebrows at you, “Let’s talk about that kiss with Vi this morning!” Your friends giggle as you let out an embarrassed groan.

“I know, I know, I’m in a relationship. I shouldn’t have done it.” You grumble, “She was just… so attractive.”

“Oh, no, honey. Screw Aaron after the shit he pulled last night.” Ava scoffs, “That kiss between you and Vi was hot to watch. And don’t think we didn’t notice you two all over each other on the dance floor.” The others make sounds of agreement as you blush.

“Honestly…” Jade hesitates, “Aaron isn’t the right person for you. You haven’t been yourself since you started dating him. You’re more subdued.”

“I…” You sigh heavily and mess with your hair, “He doesn’t really treat me the way I want him to. He gets annoyed when I don’t do the things he wants to do. So, I kinda just stopped doing my usual things.”

“Y/n, you shouldn’t be with someone who does that to you. Your basic needs should be met. You should feel valued by your partner.” Marie frowns.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. Then, Vi said something about it last night that made me question it. She… made me feel wanted, and I guess that’s why I kissed her.”

“I say you should break up with Aaron, and go for that hottie with the thick ass.” Ava grins, “She’s clearly interested in you.” Your phone vibrates and you pick it up but nearly drop it after reading the text.

“Who is it?” Jade questions.

“‘I think I’m gonna steal you from him. A girl like you deserves a gentleman.’” You read out loud before looking at them, “That’s from Vi.” You say, flustered. The girls squeal excitedly and start fantasizing about how your relationship with Vi would go. You try to dissuade your friends from the topic but they’re set on it. They were talking about you like you weren’t even there.

“Who do you think would be the top?”

“Y/n, obviously!”

“What?! No! Y/n is such a submissive when she’s with women. Don’t you remember Izzy?”

“Oh my god! I forgot about Izzy!”

“Ugh, I hated Izzy. She was ssooo annoying in psychology! She kept trying to teach the professor! He was a retired psychologist!”

“I think Vi would be good for her. She needs a strong partner. She can be such a brat.” You flush and loudly clear your throat. Your friends look at you as you sigh in exasperation, “Hello. Hi, the person you’re talking about is sitting right here, ya know?” You motion to yourself.

“You’re right! Y/n, tell us about what happened in the booth.” Jade wiggles her eyebrows.

“We just talked for a bit guys, nothing happened in the booth!” You pout.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Ava giggles, “Whatever happened there led to the lipstick marks on your neck.”

“And then you gave her a steamy goodbye kiss!” Marie gasps dramatically.

“So something clearly happened!” They all exclaim together and you let out a groan. This was going to be a very long day.

Part 2 - What are the chances?

The week and a half after your birthday was filled with nothing but stress. As a junior in college, it was important that you had everything sorted out before your senior year. Professors pushing you to get grades to help you into grad school, unnecessarily long papers, and studying to pass your exams. The fun, carefree night you had with your friends was sorely missed.

You exchanged a few more texts with Vi but the two of you were too busy to meet up. Most of it was just silly little teasing between you and Vi. One of you would say something about your day and it would dissolve into playful banter. You couldn’t lie to yourself about the flirty nature of your texts. It was too easy for Vi to unknowingly coax you into flirting. You knew it was something you shouldn’t be doing, but you couldn’t help it. Sometimes you had to turn your phone off so you could focus on studying instead of reaching for it. You’d turn your phone on later to see missed texts or calls from Aaron and feel bad about it. You hadn’t really talked to him since your birthday. There were the obligatory “good morning” and “goodnight” messages and texts asking questions for class but nothing else. Nothing romantic or cute. Those kinds of conversations never really happened unless you pushed for them.

It was a bit jarring seeing the difference between your texts with your boyfriend versus Vi. If anyone looked at your phone, they would think that you were actually dating Vi and not Aaron. What happened that night stuck with you and invaded your mind when you lost concentration. The heady scent of Vi’s cologne, the teasing tone of her voice, and the ghost of her lips on your neck. Every time you started to think about the kiss, you busied yourself again.

You couldn’t shake the fact that Vi was right about your boyfriend. Aaron didn’t fulfill your needs. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, but he didn’t meet the expectations you had in a partner. You wanted to be cherished, to feel like you were on their mind even when you weren’t, and to be shown affection. You were an affectionate person. Not just with partners but with your closest friends as well. You didn’t want to have to fish for compliments or beg for quality time. You wanted to be wanted, and Aaron wasn’t meeting that. Because of finals, you weren’t able to break up with him. You hated doing that over text and, besides, you didn’t think he’d take you seriously if you did.

Your friends were all highly supportive over the impending breakup. None of them believed that you should stay in a relationship if it wasn’t meeting your needs. They didn’t care that he was in the friend group or that it might make things awkward. They cared about your happiness and you couldn’t have asked for better friends.

You launch your heavy-ass backpack across the room, watching as it slams onto the floor, and slides until it stops against the wall. You let out a relieved sigh and fling yourself down onto the couch. It was like going to campus drained the energy and life out of you. You were always happy to be home after class, especially after finals. You hear the girls dropping their keys and bags down as well. They take their seats on the couch and you all enjoy the silence.

“Why did I choose to go to college?!” Marie whines, “I can’t feel my fingers!”

“It’s not too late to become a stripper.” Jade points out, “It’s never too late.”

“We won’t know our grades for another week, but finals are officially OVER!” Ava cheers and you all join in.

“Yeeesss, now I can sleep in without dreaming about math equations.” Allie sighs in relief.

“That reminds me of the time I dreamt about forgetting my speech during presentations and my professor failed me.” You grumble.

“The English minor forgetting her speech?” Allie gasps dramatically, “Say it ain’t so!”

“That’s like Allie not remembering the Pythagorean theorem!” Marie joins in.

“PLEASE no more talking about anything school-related!” Ava shouts, “We’re done for the next three months!”

“Yes ma’am!” You chorus and fall back into silence. You let your thoughts drift as you pick up your phone. A smile instantly graces your face when you see a text from Vi - ‘You would think professors know that if they all assigned four-page papers as finals it would be too much. I never thought I’d be begging for a multiple-choice test!’ You snort and silently agree with her. ‘Awwe, poor baby! You must be very unlucky! I only had one final paper.’ You grin knowing what her response to that will be and rejoin the conversation.

“Oh! So, since everyone has been working so hard, I have a treat for all of us!” Allie grins excitedly.

“Is it ice cream? I’m craving a rocky road with extra fudge.” Ava jokes. The rest of you giggle while Allie rolls her eyes.

“No, but we can get ice cream if you guys want to.” Allie shrugs, “I only got us VIP passes this weekend for The Last Drop.” It was dead silent in the room as those words set in. Loud screams of excitement and disbelief fill the air as everyone jumps out of their seats. The next half an hour is filled with rapid questioning and high energy. Apparently, Allie knew someone who had connections to the place. It was a way of paying her back after she helped them out. You were all shocked but didn’t question it. Allie was the kind of girl to help people without expecting anything in return. The fact that someone had given her such a huge repayment meant a lot to her. You could see the tears in her eyes as she explained everything. She managed to score five VIP tickets and everything was covered.

“I see that smile on your face, Y/n.” Marie’s voice makes you jump and hurriedly shut off your phone screen.

“W-What smile?” You laugh nervously, trying hard to get rid of the smile on your face.

“You’re doing a shit job of hiding it.” Jade laughs, “It’s okay, we know who put it there.” A confused look crosses Allie’s face as she processes what Jade said.

“Why are you calling Y/n out for smiling?” Allie questions and makes everyone pause. You blink and then facepalm. ‘We didn’t tell Allie about the weekend.’

“Oh shit, you don’t know yet!” Ava gasps.

“Know what?” Allie leans closer in interest.

“Aaron left the club out of nowhere Saturday night. He didn’t even say a word to any of us.” Jade scoffs, “But, we met a cute woman at the bar who paid for our drinks.”

“She seemed really interested in Y/n, and we left them to flirt after a while.” Marie snickers.

“We weren’t-!” You’re silenced by Jade placing her hand over your mouth.

“They were with each other all night. Alas, it was time to go, but Y/n couldn’t leave her forbidden lover behind without a goodbye kiss!” Ava dramatizes like she’s reading Shakespeare, “She storms up to her forbidden lover and captures her lips with hers before leaving with a wistful sigh.” She swoons. The others giggle at her display as you shake your head in annoyance. Jade removes her hand and you flick her.

“Wait, wait, wait! You kissed someone after Aaron left you?” Allie gasps, “Aren’t you still together?”

“I’m breaking up with him.” You say carefully, “Let’s just say I’ve realized my worth.”

“Cause V-!” You lunge across Jade and slap your hand over Marie’s mouth.

“Shut up!” You whine as you blush.

“You should do it soon. Since the semester is over you won’t see him as often. Now would be the best time.” Allie points out.

“I know, I’m just… I’m nervous.” You sigh and run a hand through your hair, “I have no issue doing this, but that doesn’t make it any less daunting. I don’t know what his reaction will be.”

“We know, but you’ll feel so much better after you do it.” Ava smiles, “Then you can pursue other people without pretending like you’re not into them.”

“I’m not into her!” You huff and cross your arms.

“Stop lyyyying!” Jade pats your head.

“We’ve only known each other for two weeks! Besides, she’s not into me like that.” You protest.

“All I’m hearing are excuses.” Allie giggles.

“Okay, then read the message she sent you.” Marie narrows her eyes. You sigh heavily and pull up your messages. You blush seeing the most recent one, and your eyes flick up to your friends. They all give you insistent stares and you sigh again.

“… You know what I just realized? Y-Your lips are the s-sweetest I’ve ever had the p-pleasure of k-kissing.” You blush, stuttering as you read it out loud. Wide, lecherous grins slowly appear on your friends’ faces.

“S-shut up!” You shout at them, making them laugh.

“When you break up with Aaron, do it somewhere semi-public so he can’t lash out or anything. If you want, one of us can go with you.” Jade hugs you.

“No, no. I can do this myself but stay on standby. I might need someone to bail me out.” You joke.

“When are you meeting up?” Allie questions.

“In… an hour, actually. I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Tomorrow is Friday and I’m trying to sleep aaall day since there are no classes for me.” You grin.

“Ugh, I have one last meeting with the Head of the Engineering Department to go over my options.” Allie sighs, “I can enjoy my weekend after that.”

“Yes! Paaaarrttyyyy!” Marie cheers. After that, everyone relaxed and broke out the controllers. The house was filled with shouting and banter as you rotated playing Brawlhalla. Not too long after it started, you announced your departure and the girls waved you out.

Nervous butterflies swarm your stomach as you sit in the chair opposite of Aaron. You called him and asked to meet up at the smoothie place your group frequented. He got there before you since it was an eight-minute drive from his place. It was only a three minute drive from your place but you chose to walk there instead. You needed the time to plan out how to do this, and you’d be there too fast if you had driven. You took some more time to think and ordered your regular drink before sitting with him. Aaron puts his phone down and fixes you with a searching stare. His smoothie was barely touched which you found weird. You watch as his lips part as he gets ready to speak and you greedily drink from your cup. Your anxiety was through the roof and you needed something to keep you occupied. You were so tempted to jump ahead of him but you had to be patient. You can’t just spring it on him out of nowhere!

“We haven’t talked much these past few weeks, and I’m sorry about that. I just… didn’t know how to do this.” Aaron sighs and shuffles in his seat, “I’m breaking up with you, Y/n.” You inhale sharply in bewilderment and choke on your smoothie. You cough, hitting your chest as your windpipe burns. ‘Wait, wait, wait! Did I just hear that correctly?!’

“Breaking-!” You cough some more, “Breaking up with me?!” Your voice comes out raspy and hoarse, but the shock is evident.

“Yeah. You’re a great girl and all, but you’re not my type. You’re always hanging out with your friends and never put any effort into our dates. Who the hell likes the beach? Anyway, I can’t take it anymore. So, I’m breaking up with you.” Aaron scoffs. You blink and the blink again. You were absolutely dumbfounded. ‘Low effort? He didn’t have to agree to the date location if he didn’t like it! And, always hanging out with my friends? They’re my roommates! I always make date plans in advance, too. I make time for-!’ You take a deep breath. You were starting to get angry and it wasn’t worth it. He was doing what you had planned anyway. So what, if he was being an asshole about it? All you have to do is make sure it ends here and you’re free to go.

“I understand. Honestly, I was thinking about-” You force yourself to say, but he cuts you off.

“The only time you talked to me today was before we came here. When do you ever have time for us? College, work, friends, family. When do I fit into that?” He continues to ramble on and on. You were hearing things about yourself that made no sense. It was like he was talking about himself but saying it was you instead. You grit your teeth as your anger rises. Your grip on your smoothie was tighter than you’d like to admit to yourself. You were lucky they used metal cups instead of plastic or styrofoam because the cup would be broken by now.

“I think this is a good choice for our relationship if I’m not meeting your needs.” You say loudly causing him to shut up, “No hard feelings, Aaron.” You stand up and give him a smile before walking off. Things didn’t go the way you planned but it ended in the way you hoped. Your relationship with Aaron was no more. ‘Oh, I am definitely going to enjoy myself this weekend.’ You smirk to yourself thinking about the new dress in your closet that was a birthday gift from your aunt.

The VIP section was everything you imagined it to be. Your group got there early and were enthusiastically shown to your seats by Jinx. You all got a complimentary drink and relaxed on the couches. There are at least a dozen influential people lounging in the area and that’s making your heart race. The most notable ones are Ekko from True Damage and the pro-wrestler Sevika. You thought you might pass out when she threw a wink your way while she played poker with her friends. Your friends were all overwhelmed but slowly they started to settle in. Well, everyone except Allie, who was looking around anxiously.

“Allie, calm down.” You pat her shoulder, “You look like you’re about to jump out of your seat.”

“Sorry, I’m looking for the person who gave me the VIP tickets.” Allie sighs, “She’s a classmate of mine, so I really want to thank her. I let her know we’re here, and she said she’ll come to greet us.”

“Okay, but until then, relax!” Jade pokes her. Allie gives her a smile before rejoining the conversation. You were a little distracted and only chipped in here and there. It has been exactly two weeks since you met Vi here. That woman has hardly left your mind and now you’re single. There’s an actual chance for you to get with her! ‘That’s if she wants to be with me. I mean, from her texts, it seems like she does… but that could be because I’m taken. Was taken. Some people like people they can’t have, and then lose interest. Oh hell, would she lose interest if she found out I’m single?’

“Oh! There she is!” Allie’s voice jolts you from your thoughts, “Hey, Vi!”

You snap your head to Allie before you follow her gaze to the VIP entrance. Your breath catches in your throat as you see Vi close the gate behind her. She looks up and your eyes meet. You see the surprised look on her face that is quickly replaced by a pleased smirk.

“Hey, Allie! Who’re your friends?” Vi says cheekily.

“Girls, this Vi, she’s one of my classmates and the person who gave me the tickets!” Allie chirps happily. All of the others are staring at Allie with slack jaws before you start cracking up. The absurdity of the situation made this night even better. ‘I can’t believe Vi attends our college, much less is classmates with Allie and we’ve never heard about her!’

“Allie! Oh my god!” You laugh, “We met Vi on my birthday night! She paid for our shots!”

“It’s a small world, isn’t it, birthday girl?” Vi grins at you and makes you blush.

“Oh, this is perfect!” Marie squeals, “Vi, you have to sit with us again! Especially now that we know you’re friends with Allie!”

“Yeah, there’s a free seat next to Y/n.” Ava smirks and you blink. You glance at the seat next to you and realize that it is empty. ‘How did Ava move without me realizing it?!’

“Sure, I don’t mind. I’m not working tonight, so I can hang out.” Vi says and walks over to you. Your heart is pounding as she sits next to you, and you realize that there’s not a lot of space between you two.

“So, you go to Piltover-Zaun University?” You eagerly ask her. Her eyes flicker down your body before casually meeting yours, “I do. I’m in my junior year, well, senior year now. I’m an Engineering major.” She responds.

“Oddly enough, I do see you as an Engineer.” Jade muses.

“Do you have a specific focus?” Marie chimes in, “You know, cause Allie is doing Aerospace.”

“Regular old Mechanical Engineering.” Vi chuckles, “I’m there due to a Boxing scholarship.”

“No way! A boxing scholarship?!” You all gasp.

“Vi is wickedly good at it!” Allie laughs, “I’ve seen her matches and I wouldn’t want to be on the opposite side of those fists for real!”

“Her father trained her well.” A sultry voice says from behind you, and you turn to see Sevika and Ekko walking over!?

“Aaahhh, don’t give my old man too much props, Sevika! I trained on my own a lot!” Vi playfully huffs. ‘Oh my god, what is happening?! What is happening?!’ You internally freak out as they take a seat with you guys.

“I hope you don’t mind us dropping in.” Ekko says politely, making you blink, “We haven’t seen Vi in a while with our busy schedules.”

“U-Um… Y-You’re Ekko from True Damage!” Ava squeaks, a little star-struck. Ekko blinks before laughing heartily. You shake your head to clear your mind as Vi and Sevika join in.

“Right, I forgot this isn’t normal to do anymore. I’m famous now.” Ekko chuckles, “Yeah, I’m in True Damage. Sev over there is the pro-wrestler you’ve most likely seen on social media. I was childhood friends with Vi and Sevika was friends with her pops.”

“Your old man still gets on my god damn nerves, kid. Could you tell him to stop calling me every week!” Sevika grumbles while trying to keep a small smile off of her face.

“I could try, but that might make him call you more.” Vi shrugs, “By the way, that’s my friend Allie from college, and these are her friends.” You all wave and introduce yourselves. It’s a bit awkward at first but soon conversation is flowing and everyone is laughing together. Vi’s friends shared stories about her when she was younger and talked about themselves. It was unbelievable to be talking to A-listers like you were long-time friends with them!

Over time, you found yourself slowly curling up against Vi. Her arm wound its way around your waist and your head rested against her shoulder. She was wearing the same jacket from last time, and you were wondering what she was hiding under it. ‘A boxer. She must have insane muscles then. All of the boxers I’ve seen pictures of, do. Could a jacket hide muscles? Wait, what am I thinking?! Of course, they can! She’s not the Hulk, dummy!’

“Let’s take a picture!” Marie gasps, “No one will believe us if we don’t!”

“As long as we have your permission to post them, of course.” Allie smiles shyly.

“I’m down! You guys are chill, and any friend of Vi’s is a friend of mine.” Ekko grins.

“I don’t mind.” Sevika shrugs, “I get pictures taken of me every day. Just make sure to tag me in it when you post it.”

“Duh!” You all say and laugh. Ekko has one of his friends take a picture of your little group. Vi pulls you closer to her as they do, and you blush. The picture gets sent and everyone takes a second to add each other’s numbers to their phones.

“Well, I’m heading to the dance floor!” Ekko grins, “I’m three drinks in and ready to party!” There are cheers from the group and soon almost the whole VIP section is heading to the dance floor. Vi’s grip on you tightened and she showed no signs of moving so you decided to stay. That didn’t go unnoticed by your friends, who giggled and threw you winks.

“I’m pleasantly surprised you’re here again.” Vi chuckles.

“You? I’m surprised!” You laugh, “I didn’t know you’re Allie’s friend or that you have connections here!”

“My pops owns the place with our uncle. I don’t bring it up because some girls are only into me because of it.” Vi sighs, “I grew up here so it’s nothing special to me.”

“So… wait. Do you live here?” You ask slowly, remembering what she said to you a few weeks ago. Vi winks at you which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Yup! The back section of the lot that people don’t see is our house. The club sits on the edge of the property. If you travel into the woods far enough, you’ll run into the gate that divides the property. ” Vi explains.

“Wow.” You breathe out in awe, “Also, that’s so dumb! I can’t believe girls would use you to get into here! If anything, you’re way more attention-grabbing than this place. You’re hot as hell!” You huff.

“Mm, you’re hot too, birthday girl.” Vi leans in close to you, “So, tell me about your week. Did you make it through finals?”

“Barely!” You groan, “Then, I got broken up with right after.” That makes Vi sit up straight and give you a bewildered look. You look at her in confusion, “What?”

“You got broken up with? That asshole dumped you?” Vi questions in bewilderment.

“Oh, yeah.” You sigh and let out a weak chuckle, “I asked to meet up and was going to break up with him… but he beat me to it. He basically said that I didn't meet his needs and was a horrible girlfriend.” You shrug.

“Wait, wait. Pause.” Vi stares at you for a moment, “…You’re telling me that he broke up with you for the reasons you were going to break up with him?”

“Yes!” You laugh, “It’s alright though, because I’ve had someone else on my mind lately.”

“Oh really?” Vi raises an eyebrow, “Who?” You smirk and lean in until your lips are only inches apart.

“You.” You whisper, and that’s all it takes for her to close the gap and kiss you. She guides you onto her lap and you deepen the kiss. You make out for a bit before pulling away. ‘I’ve been thinking about that kiss for days now.’ You smile at her.

“…We’re going dancing.” Vi announces and stands up from the couch with you in her arms.

“What?!” You yelp as you stumble to your feet. You’re in disbelief at the fact that she picked you up so easily.

“You’re going to have a fun night and forget about that jerk. I’ll pay for all of your drinks.” Vi grins. You blink before bursting into giggles. Feeling emboldened, you step forward and lace your fingers with hers.

“Don’t worry, cherry top.” You kiss her cheek and start pulling her towards the exit, “I already have, thanks to you.”

“You should go on a date with me.” Vi suggests.

“How about tomorrow?” You slyly grin at her.

“Wow!” Vi whistles, “You move fast!”

“Only when they’re assholes. They’re not worth crying over or wasting my time. Besides, it’s one date. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“You‘re not?!” Vi playfully gasps in shock. You laugh and shove her.

“Get out of here.” You roll your eyes while giggling.

“Only if you’re coming with me.” Vi winks.

The whole night, you held hands and heavily flirted with one another. You and Vi were all over each other. You kissed each other until you were breathless between dancing and singing. Your friends were vocal about how long they waited for you to confess, and that it was “about time” you did. Vi kept the drinks coming before your group knocked back some shimmer and got lost in the buzz. You had bluntly asked Vi if she was only into you for sex and she laughed. She happily divulged that she was interested in being your girlfriend, so sex wasn’t on the table yet. She wanted to take things slow with you and you didn’t protest. You found it refreshing after your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t want to jump into a new relationship, although you might’ve done that for Vi.

After the night at the club, you ended up going to one of Vi’s boxing matches. You planned on a date, but when you heard she had a match this month, you begged to go. Vi thought it was adorable so she agreed. So, that’s how you ended up meeting her father. You were introduced to none other than ex-pro-boxer, Vander Warwick. Vi’s dad. He was taller in person and you knew where Vi got her height from. The man was incredibly sweet and gave you a play-by-play of Vi’s match. When it was time to part ways, he said that you were a great fit for his daughter and that he hoped you stuck around.

10 Months Later

“Vi!” You squeal and laugh as your girlfriend picks you up, “Put me down!” She laughs and spins around with you in her arms before she kisses you. It was your last morning in Demacia and you went to visit the waterfalls. You saved it for last since the water is always freezing cold.

“I can’t help it that I love picking you up!” Vi grins as she puts you down. Your feet touch the cold water and a shiver goes up your spine.

“You’ve done that way too much these past two weeks.” You giggle. You carefully step onto the stone pathway and walk back to the shoreline. Vi shrugs with an amused smile on her face.

“It’s nice to be on vacation with you. Just the two of us with no annoying siblings or friends.”

“It is, and it’s, unfortunately, coming to an end.” You sigh and turn to her.

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice sounds and you glance behind you. A woman with a camera in her hands approaches you. She has a bright smile on her face that makes you smile.

“Hello! How can I help you?” You ask politely.

“I hope you don’t mind but I’m the park’s photographer, and I noticed you and your girlfriend having fun. I took some pictures of you and wanted to know if you’d like them. Free of charge, of course! You two looked so happy together that I couldn’t help myself.” She smiles abashedly.

“Oh!” You gasp and share a glance with Vi.

“We’d love them. Thank you for the offer.” Vi smiles at her, “Could we see them?”

“Yes, here.” The woman shows you two all of the pictures she took. You were amazed by how beautiful the two of you looked in front of the waterfall. There were pictures of you dancing in the river, playing around, and even a few of you kissing.

“These are beautiful. Thank you so much!” You say as she sends the pictures to your phone.

“We’ll have some great pictures of our trip.” Vi nudges you.

“It’s not a problem, really. I’m glad you two enjoyed the park.” She waves, “I hope to see you another time! Bye!” The woman leaves.

You and Vi look at each other before bursting out laughing. At this point, it was getting ridiculous! This was the fourth photographer in two weeks who took pictures of you.

“I think we should start charging them.” You joke as you head back up to the top of the waterfall.

“Don’t worry, they’ll probably ask to be our wedding photographers!” Vi jokes back.

The car pulls up to the curb and you wave at the driver. Vi’s uncle hooked you two up with a driver while you were in the city. You tried to decline it, but Silco would not budge. So, you had a chauffeur the whole trip and it drove you and Vi up the wall. The guy was nice and was actually a security guard on Silco’s payroll. You told Vi that the next trip you go on, you weren’t telling her uncle until afterwards.

The trip to the airport was quick and your aunt met you there to say goodbye. She was teary-eyed as she gave you hugs and told you to bring Vi back for another visit. You exasperatedly told her that it was up to Vi, but your girlfriend promised she’d come back.

“Why did Allie insist on a party?” You grumble as you moodily walk into the building. You were tired from your flight back into the city. The party coincided with the day you returned. All you had time for was lunch and a shower before heading over. Vi had last-minute business come up as you landed, so she rushed to the Upper Ring. She promised to meet you at the party, so you begrudgingly agreed.

You follow the sounds of the music into the party hall. Your eyes widen at the large number of people you see. There has to be around fifty people in the hall and you let out a small groan. You take a deep breath and saunter into the room. ‘I hope my skirt doesn’t show anything. I couldn’t find my shorts to wear under it.’

“Y/n!” You hear Jade call you.

“Jade, thank the gods it’s you!” You sigh in relief as you meet your friend at the refreshment table.

“How was Demacia?” Jade questions as she hands you a drink.

“Same as usual. My aunt and cousins were happy to see me. They grilled me about Aaron when they saw me show up with Vi.” You snort, “All I told them was that I was bringing my partner.”

“Yikes, they didn’t know you broke up?” Jade winces.

“I didn’t have the time to tell them. I’ve been so busy with recording-”

“-Y/n?” Aaron’s voice sounds from behind you. You freeze as Jade’s eyes widen and you both share a panicked look. You turn around and internally curse seeing your ex-boyfriend standing there.

“Aaron.” You nod.

“How’ve you been? It’s been what… eleven months since I last saw you?” He asks as he approaches you.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen you since the end of our junior year. We have different classes and I haven’t seen you at Allie’s so…” You trail off and glance at Jade who shrugs. ‘Help me.’ You mouth to her before you hear her name get called. Jade gives you an empathetic smile before vanishing into the crowd.

“You look nice, though. That outfit suits you. Did you do something with your hair?” Aaron clears his throat. You blink and raise an eyebrow at him. You had, in fact, done something to your hair. It was dyed pastel pink and blue due to your recent business.

“Thank… you?” You say slowly in confusion, “I dyed my hair for this business thing. They said I could wear a wig but I thought it would be fun to do. It’s my new style.” You shrug. ‘Is… Is my ex hitting on me?’ You take a sip of your drink hoping that’s the end of the conversation.

“Nice. So, what have you been up to lately?” Aaron grabs a drink that's right next to you and you take a step back. You check your phone for any notifications and tuck it back into your jacket pocket in disappointment.

“I was visiting family in Demacia during spring break.” You shrug as you impatiently scan the crowd. You wanted anyone familiar to stand out so you have an excuse to leave.

“Demacia? I didn’t know you had family there.” Aaron raises an eyebrow. A girl cuts her way through the crowd and makes her way over to you two.

“Babe!” She calls out and rushes to Aaron. She hugs him and gives him a kiss on the cheek with a huge smile, “Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible. Who’s this?” She gives you a curious glance. ‘Oh shit, was he flirting with me while he has a girlfriend?! Or… is he trying to rub that into my face?’

“I’m an old friend of Aaron’s.”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

You two speak at once. You blink as you process what he said. ‘Yeah, he’s definitely trying to rub it in my face.’ You sigh internally. ‘That’s sad, honestly. Is he still into me then?’

“Oh. Well, um… Hi?” The girl stutters, “When did you date Aaron?”

“Hi.” You awkwardly laugh, “I um…” You anxiously glance at him and back to her. You tug the jacket closer to you for comfort. ‘Fuck, fuck! How do I answer that?! Ugh! Fuck you, Aaron!’

“A while ago.” You shrug.

“Aimee and I have been together for two weeks. We went to The Last Drop for our first date. She had a friend who got us on the list.” Aaron gloats.

“It was nothing really. I’m lucky that I knew someone who knew someone.”Aimee shrugs, “Have you been there before?”

“Actually, I-”

“-Y/n��s not much of a partier so she hasn’t been there, yet. I don’t think she cares about it much.” You blink. ‘He did not just talk over me. What the hell is he on? I’ve gone there multiple times in the last ten months.’ Annoyance spikes through you as you try to refrain from glaring at him. ‘He’s more of an asshole than I previously thought.’

“You’re Y/n?” Aimee raises an eyebrow.

“Yeeaahhh…?” You raise yours back. ‘What does that have to do with anything? Has he been talking shit about me behind my back?’

“Oh, well, it’s a really nice club! I’m hoping to go back there sometime soon for my birthday.” Aimee grins, “Aaron wants to go with me, so it’ll be just the two of us.” She smiles at him. Aaron smiles at her and gives her a kiss on the forehead. ‘Huh, hopefully, he doesn’t leave you as he did to me.’

“Hey, gorgeous.” You hear the silky voice of your girlfriend. Your annoyance is instantly replaced by happiness as you let out a soft squeal. You spin in the direction of her voice and practically throw yourself into her arms.

“Vi!” You gasp and hug her tightly. You feel her chuckle and hug you back. You can’t help the warm feeling that flows through you. ‘Her hugs always make me feel so safe.’ Even though you’ve been apart for a few hours, you really missed her. That vacation spoiled you, and this conversation made you desperately need her.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Vi grins at you, “You really missed me that much?”

“Of course I did!” You scoff, “I stole your favorite jacket for a reason.” You motion to the red leather jacket currently wrapped around your frame. It smelled of her cologne.

“I know.” Vi laughs, “I was looking for it earlier when I was at the studio. I can’t believe you snuck it out of my bag without me noticing.” She shakes her head with an amused smile.

“Um… Excuse me?” You hear Aimee's question. Vi glances past you, making you turn around to the other couple. Aaron looks shocked and pissed at the same time. His girlfriend looks a little put out that the conversation was interrupted.

“Y/n, who’s this?” Aaron asks. You can see the annoyance on his face. ’He doesn’t like the fact that someone interrupted his gloating, huh?’ Vi slings her arm around your shoulder, pulling you against her and it’s then you realize her arms are showing. Her muscles flex slightly with the position her arm is in, unintentionally showing how ripped she is.

“I’m Vi.” Vi says casually, “This pretty little thing’s girlfriend.” She squeezes you, making you giggle. You can tell that what Vi said makes Aaron even more upset. ‘How do I explain the situation to her? Whisper it to her?’ You bite your lip in thought. Vi’s hand rises and her thumb gently guides your bottom lip from between your teeth. You blush. ‘She’s already figured out my habits.’

“Wait... Girlfriend? I heard from Aaron’s friends that you weren’t into girls.” Aimee tilts her head, “How long have you two been dating?” Vi glances at you when Aimee says his name. She raises an eyebrow at you, subtly motioning to him and you nod. Vi rolls her eyes and you relax in her arms. You love that she was quick to pick up on situations like this.

“Hmm, officially, we’ve been together for nine months. Although, I caught this cutie’s attention ten months ago.” Vi smirks, “Some dumbass left her alone on her birthday at The Last Drop.” You cover your mouth to stop the surprised grin from showing. Vi unknowingly counteracted what Aaron said about you earlier. You didn’t expect Vi to be so forward in this situation, but you’re loving it. Aaron clenches his jaw at her words.

“Wait, so you have been to The Last Drop?” Aimee furrows her brow in confusion as she glances at Aaron. You look your ex dead in the eyes.

“More than once.” You smile innocently, “I was trying to tell you, but I didn’t get the chance. Forgive me, I’m tired after my flight home.”

“You’ve been there?” Vi asks.

“She has, and - get this, babe - she went with Aaron.” You nudge her playfully.

“Oh that’s nice, I’ve brought Y/n there quite a few times since we started dating.” Vi grins mischievously.

“Wow! So, you must really have a solid connection to be able to get in that often.” Aimee brightens up. You giggle to yourself as Vi nudges you.

“Something like that.” Vi smiles secretively.

“Y/n! Vi!” Allie squeals as she materializes from the crowd. You grin and give your best friend a hug.

“Hey, Allie!” You chirp.

“How was Demacia?! Ekko sent us pictures from the set! I’m so jealous!” Allie gushes.

“Set? You said you were visiting family.” Aaron says sourly. Allie winks at you. ‘She did that on purpose.’

“Y/n went to see her family, but she was also shooting a music video.” Vi says proudly, “She’s the new fourth member of True Damage.”

“We met Ekko at The Last Drop last summer. He heard Y/n singing and asked for a sample song. The next thing we knew, she was signing a contract to join!” Allie cheers, “This is supposed to be her debut song!”

“Allie!” You hiss, feeling flustered. You wanted to keep quiet about it until the video came out.

“Come on, babe!” Vi says teasingly, “Don’t be modest! It’s a big deal!”

“Yeah, like you getting cast to be in a new Netflix series, Vi!” Allie stokes the flames, “And that you’ve become the youngest pro-boxer in history! That’s huge, Vi! Don’t sell yourself short either!” She playfully smacks Vi’s arm. Your girlfriend chuckles as Aaron’s jaw drops. This escape took a detour and you couldn’t help but love it. You didn’t intend for this to happen but your ex’s reactions are priceless!

“Oh my Gods, wait! You’re Violet Warwick?! I thought you looked familiar! I saw an article mentioning the new series. It’s called Arcane, right? You’re co-starring with actress Caitlyn Kiramman and Ekko from True Damage!” Aimee gushes. The laugh you were desperately trying to keep back breaks through your lips.

“Yeah, I actually just got back from a last-minute check-in with her.” Vi shrugs nonchalantly, “Anyway, I came over here to grab my girl before greeting Allie. I didn’t intend for that information to be brought up.”

“Wait, I know that tone of voice… You’re leaving?” Allie pouts.

“We are. Y/n and I are exhausted from our flight and I just got back from Piltover. I’ve got to get her home and in bed so she can rest.” Vi kisses your temple. You smile at her, catching Aaron’s red face in the corner of your eye.

“I wanted to hang out, but I really am too tired. I’m sorry, Allie.” You give her a hug, “We can make plans another time!”

“Obviously!” Allie laughs, “I’ll see you two for the next study session. Get some rest, and let me know if Ekko’s looking for any features.” She winks and walks away. ‘I’m so texting her about this later.’ You shake your head fondly.

“It was so great meeting you!” Aimee smiles at Vi. It’s then that you realize she’s giving your girlfriend the heart eyes. You kiss Vi’s cheek who gives you a knowing smile.

“You too.” Vi nods at her before looking at Aaron who was still clenching his jaw. You idly wonder how his jaw can manage that.

“Thanks for breaking up with Y/n. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have taken this acting position!” Vi says good-naturedly, “Anyway, it’s nice to finally meet the man who left his girlfriend at the bar. She’s a keeper for me.” Vi winks before leading you away.

“You did not just do that!” You hiss at her in surprise.

“He was the one trying to be an asshole to my girl. Besides, she should know the kind of man she’s with.” Vi shrugs.

“It’s because of you that I was able to notice that.” You chuckle fondly.

“What can I say, I’m a great girlfriend.” Vi teases you.

“I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend?” You joke. Vi laughs and shakes her head, “And you say my jokes are corny!” She snickers.

“Shut up.” You pout and cross your arms. Vi really is the best partner you could have asked for.

#vi x reader #song fic #boyfriend by dove cameron #Spotify #vi arcane

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years ago

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Life size mannequin.

Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.

If you were to ask Y/N how she gets everything done she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight forward answer. Juggling school, a full time job, and a side hussle isn’t for the delicate and inadequate. Staying up until 2 AM with flash cards sprawled out on the living room table and a ratty mannequin head between her legs every night, Y/N fights much needed rest to recharge for the next days events. That’s not the only thing her teeming life has to offer. Y/N’s new boyfriend, Erik would be seen as a distraction to some but she can hold her own without slacking on her studies, missing a days work, or forgetting to do a clients hair. He’s handsome, fun, intriguing, smart, and that dick...it needs its own SSN and certificate. It’s own area code even. If she had to admit it, whenever her mind drifted to their bodies tangled in her sheets, moaning and groaning, she lost focus just a little bit.

Y/N is off on a Friday for once and instead of catching up on rest, Y/N decided to use her entire day making a closure wig for a friend and client. It’s a 24 inch body wave natural black lace frontal. No shedding, very soft, bouncy, with overall great quality. If only her lousy mannequin head would keep still!!! Y/N gave up after the mannequin head slipped from her grip. She usually has a wig stand with a mannequin head attached to the end but all of them are covered with other wigs that didn’t need to be ruined. The old fashioned way brought her back to how frustrating it was to practice. And to make things worse, Erik is strolling back and forth in front of her naked after his shower and completely ignoring her closet stocked with plenty of towels. When he stopped in front of her, his strapping thighs and that lethal weapon dangling she felt her face grow warm and her belly grow butterflies.

“You’re not helping, jerk,” Y/N said as she continued sewing. She was almost finished.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days and the one time I have a chance to spend time with you, this is what you do.”

“This wig is past due, Erik. I was supposed to get this to her two days ago. Thank God she had some shit going on herself otherwise I would be losing a client.”

Erik gave up trying to seduce Y/N and grabbed a pair of briefs from his travel bag.

“Whatever, you owe me some after this,” Erik sat down on the bed, leaning on one elbow, “You really into this.”

“And?” Y/N sassed.

“I’m just saying. Why not be a full time hair stylist?”

“Because I don’t want to do this for a living. Why else would I be in school for something that has nothing to do with hair? It’s just money to make on the side.”

The mannequin slipped again and Erik burst out laughing.

“I wanna see you try it since you find my struggle funny.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to do it I’ll fuck that whole wig up.”

Y/N ignored his smart remark.

“I’ll come over there and mess that shit right up and make you start over.”

“Erik, I’m not in the mood right now leave me alone,” Y/N cut her eyes at him, “Try me if you want I will take the end of this needle and dig it in one of them keloids. Make it pop like bubble wrap, think I’m playing.”

“You forget you’re talking to someone with a pain kink. Why you think my pain receptors fucked up?”

“So, you mean to tell me, if I boil some hot water right now and pour it on your leg...you wouldn’t feel pain?”

Erik frowned his face into a mug at Y/N as he cocked his head back. The widening of his eyes is what made her giggle.

“You don’t know how to love me all you wanna do is hurt a nigga. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m only messing with you—”

“No you’re not. If I say some shit you don’t like I get slapped upside my head. If I want to be in a playing mood you threaten me with that little fist of yours. Just admit it, you enjoy tormenting me.”

“You’re so Goddamn dramatic,” Y/N tilted her mannequin head forward, “Can you do me a huge favor?”

“If it involves getting up off this bed the answer is fuck no,” Erik said while lying on his back now with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“I already know you’re about to say no but...I want you to let me use you as my mannequin.”

“Huh?”

The way his voice rose an octave has Y/N laughing.

“Can you let me put this wig on you so I can finish this?”

Erik’s brows shot up as his eyes landed on her, “Why? So you can sneak and take a picture? I’m not falling for that.”

“Erik c’mon now. I just need your head for a second and that’s it.”

“I can think of other ways you can use my head but instead you wanna put some weave on me.”

Erik sat up and swung his legs around to face Y/N. Erik leans forward on his knees, staring at the wig with a steady blink.

“What size is that shit anyway? You know I have locs so...how the hell is that supposed to fit on my head?”

“I’ll just...fit it over that pineapple on top of your head.”

“Jokes,” Erik reached up and took out the elastic band that held his tapered locs. Shaking his head, his locs fell over his eyes, “I’m not putting that on my head.”

“Not even for me?” Y/N pouts, “Not your favorite girl?”

“I know you, Y/N. You’re gonna put that shit on my head, take a picture, and post it. I’m not falling for the shit. I told you that.”

“Whatever. You got a big ass dome anyway and this wig is average size.”

“Now you’re tryna clown me?” Erik said with a half smirk on his full lips flashing a bit of his gold canines.

“It’s like...mad wide from front to back...no wonder you keep your hair long—”

“I know you ain’t talking shit with that ginormous ass forehead, girl.”

“I thought you said all the fine girls got big foreheads?” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“That’s what’s helping you out. First time I saw you I was thinking damn, this bitch got a big ass forehead. And don’t think I forgot about how you played me when you sent that cropped picture.”

“Boy, fuck you!!” Y/N shouted over Erik’s laughter.

“I was—I was looking at the picture like where the rest of her face go?!”

Y/N glared at Erik as he dissolved into laughter.

“It’s really not that funny. Now are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Aight, I’ll do it this one time.” Erik sat up with one hand resting against his abdomen while the other wiped away tears, “Where do you want me?”

“On the floor between my legs, DUH where the fuck else would you be?”

He began dying laughing again from Y/N’s obvious annoyance. Erik took his place on the floor while Y/N climbed behind him onto the bed with each leg dangling on either side of him. Y/N takes the wig from the mannequin and before she placed it on Erik she tilted his head back more for easier access. Grabbing the half-done wig, Y/N fluffed out the ends before arranging it over Erik’s locs. Even at their short length it was a challenge to fit the wig the way she needed it.

“Can you PLEASE keep still?” Y/N prompted.

“I’m not even moving. This wig just don’t fit.”

Y/N applied force and wiggled it over his locs causing Erik’s head to rock back and forth aggressively. He growled before reaching behind him to grab her hands. The wig looked much shorter on him in the back from how prominent his back and shoulders are. Erik turned to face her with his lips tight and face frowned, the wig making him look ridiculous and silly. Y/N folded her lips into her mouth but the urge to laugh caused her cheeks to puff out.

“If only you knew how tight my fucking head feels right now. I can’t even smile without this shit feeling like my scalp is being pulled. This better come off when we’re done or that’s your ass.”

“Erik, turn around. I only have one section to do and then you’re free. Next time, don’t ask me to help you with shit if you’re gonna act like this.”

Erik sucked his teeth and faced forward so Y/N could continue. He lowered his head so she could work on the back area.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Y/N said.

“What?” Erik replied.

“Do you mind modeling this for me—”

“See, I knew this shit—”

Erik stood up before Y/N could wrap her arms around him. He walked over to the full body mirror in her room to look at himself and that’s when he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.

“Yo, what the fuck do you have on my head!” Erik played with the strands while turning his head from side to side, “I look like James Brown, AYE!!!!”

Y/N was in stitches when he mimicked James Brown in the mirror. She fell back against her bed hollering from the way he looked.

“Nah, I’m not drunk right now I need to be drunk to enjoy this,” Erik leaned into the mirror, “I look better than half the bitches that come in here to get their hair done. Let me find out.”

“You are so STUPID!!!!” Y/N yelled between giggles.

“I’ll be back,” Erik left the room with the wig swaying from side to side since it wasn’t fully secure.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N shouted from the bed.

Erik didn’t respond to her loud voice. When he returned two minutes later he had a cup in one hand and his bottle of Hennessy in the other. Erik sat both the cup and the bottle on Y/N’s cluttered dresser to make himself a drink.

“This was supposed to be a quick thing now you’re drinking.”

Y/N watched Erik from her relaxed spot on the bed. Erik took two sips of his drink before standing in front of her mirror again.

“What are you doing?!”

Y/N couldn’t even finish her words when Erik started shimmying his shoulders and snapping his fingers to a soundless beat. Hooting with laughter Y/N could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“IM DONE!!!”

“This shit give bad bitches super powers.” Erik said

“Let me find out you wanna wear a weave now.” Y/N jokes.

Erik brought his cup to his lips and drank more Hennessy while moving his hips. This was too good not to get a video. With Erik being his usual silly self, Y/N snatched up her phone from the floor before pulling up her Instagram to record him. On her story, Y/N focused the camera on her boyfriend when he started singing the lyrics to Lady Marmalade.

“Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da. Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here!!”

“Oh my God!!” Y/N cried out with a chuckle before ending the video. She uploaded it to her story before quickly tossing her phone towards the end of the bed.

“Creole Lady Marmalade!!!!!!!!”

“You hardly had anything to drink and you’re acting like this? Lord.”

“Aight, I’m done for now,” Erik made his way back over to Y/N with his cup, “put on a movie or something.”

“Ohhhhhh!!! So you’re asking me to pick this time?! I get to make a decision, Erik?! Wowwwwwwwww!!!”

“Girl, shut up.”

Y/N chose a random movie for background noise while she finished. She was surprised at how content he was and it made her consider asking him to help more in the future. It was fun and it made her laugh. That’s one thing about Erik that she adores. He matches her sense of humor. Y/N heard a vibration and when she glanced over to look at her phone the screen is still black. Between her legs she could see Erik staring at a text message from his Lock Screen

“What the fuck is this nigga talking ‘bout.”

“Erik keep still—”

“Nigga who is Miss Man?!”

Y/N paused to peer over Erik’s shoulder.

“This nigga just called me Miss Man from Scary Movie.”

Erik tapped on the microphone on his keyboard to speak.

“Who the fuck randomly texts somebody that at 11 PM? Fucking weirdo ass nigga. Let me find out you want Miss Man for yourself.”

“Who is Miss Man— OH! The PE teacher that was sniffing the underwear?!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

“This nigga...he said all you need is the underwear, skirt, nails, and makeup—wait.”

“And some long ass balls!!” Y/N snickered.

Erik whipped his head around and when Y/N met his fiery eyes she swallowed her laugh and it left an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

“Did you post me online wearing this wig, Y/N?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna ask you again. Did you post me online in this wig?

“Mm—mm. I did no such thing.”

“Then let me see your phone.”

Erik reached out for Y/N’s phone but she snatched it away. Erik moved his head to the side to flip some of the wig hair form his face but it fell forward again disobeying him.

“Did I? Uhhhh—OKAY OKAY!!”

It happened so fast. Erik has Y/N by the waist and up in the air.

“Yes, I did!! I’ll delete it.”

“You don’t listen to shit I tell you to do—”

“It was cute! You looked cute with it on—”

“You know what’s about to happen right?! I told you not to do that shit!”

“Erik, it’s all in fun. I’ll get rid of it—”

“That shit is embarrassing! What if I posted you online at your worse?”

“I don’t have a bad moment I always look good.” Y/N sasses.

“Says the girl that always complains about me taking off guard pics.”

“Erik, you’re not even at your worse. You act like I posted you looking bummy!”

Y/N kept her word and went to Instagram to delete. When she got there, she was met with at least ten DMs replying to her story.

Corythemua_: gurllll who is that? 👀 ooooh he is fione!!! Is he into guys?

Jermaine_87: Wtf is he doing?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 let me text this nigga

Katriceee: how did you convince him to do this?! LOL

Amethyst1993: when he find out about this you are in trouble girl!!!

“did you delete the video yet?! Don’t let me find out it’s still there!”

“It’s gone! Happy?! What happened to being in a playing mood?!!”

“Now all my friends texting me and clowning me! You play too many games. Hurry up and help me take this shit off!”

Erik brushed some strands from his lips with his fingertips and Y/N squealed. Nothing he could say or do would make her listen. He looked absolutely hilarious with the wavy tresses of the wig moving in tandem with his brawny physique.

“Erik, I can’t take you seriously with that wig on.”

“Then take this off!!”

Erik attempts to pull it off but suddenly stops when he realizes he needs help.

“I want this shit off now, Y/N.”

“FINE! Come here.”

Y/N tapped the floor with her foot for Erik to take a seat. When he does, Y/N does the opposite of what he asks and begins to place his hair into two buns. She silently laughed behind him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her falling apart. When she was finished, Erik assumed she was done because he didn’t feel the hair tickling his skin. When he stood up to look in the mirror, Erik groaned loudly at his appearance before flexing his jaw at her threateningly to make her listen. It didn’t work at all for him. She couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so crazy!!!!!” Y/N hugged her sides and rolled on the bed with laughter, “And that evil look is making it even funnier!!”

“I’m about to beat your ass if you don’t take this shit off!!! It wouldn’t be funny if this shit stuck now would it?!!! I gotta go to work and all that nah take this off—

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Aight, are you finished?!” Erik said impatiently.

“Baby...you don’t understand...oh my God.”

“Y/N, for real, take this dumb ass wig off before I cut it off!”

“Okay okay!! Before I do...you gotta do one last thing for me...pretty please? With caramel sauce and a cherry on top? I’ll do whatever you want if you do this last thing for me.”

“.....”

“PLEASE BABY?!!”

“.....”

“Erik, look, it’ll be funny! I just want you to cat walk for me and then I’m done—”

“Ahhhhh HELL no—”

“Please—”

“For what?! So you can keep laughing?!”

“I’ll suck your dick, lick your balls—”

“Girl, that won’t work on me—”

“You sure about that?”

Y/N poked her tongue out and started doing tricks with it to show off her tongue ring. Erik’s eyes squinted at her but she could tell from his breathing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. He even said so himself that her head game makes him weak and no woman before her has ever made him weak.

“...from here to the bed and that’s it.”

Y/N smiled victoriously.

Erik placed his hands on his tapered waistline before lowering his head. Y/N could hear him silently laughing to himself before he lifted his head displaying an adorable dimpled smile. He started strutting towards Y/N with stiff hips and two left feet. All this from her flicking her tongue. Y/N stared at him with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He had a focused look on his face and the wig with its two buns flopped up and down messily like bunny ears. He struck a pose with his hip jutted out before he started to vogue. At that point, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer. She had to grab onto Erik so she could catch her breath. Soon, Erik’s deep laugh could be heard.

“You get on my nerves,” Erik sat beside Y/N, “now, can you take this off of me?!”

“Turn around,” Y/N took down the buns before carefully sliding the wig off from front to back, “You’re off the hook after that I’m gonna go back to using this mannequin head.”

“Yeah, finish up so I can spank that ass for posting me on social media.”

Y/N did a double take, “I’m still in trouble?!”

“Yeah, you’re not off the hook.”

The remaining time Y/N finished her clients wig, she thought up all possible ways he could punish her this time.

“Can I have a kiss?” Y/N asked with a sweet sounding voice.

“Yes,” Erik poked his thick, moist lips out and Y/N pressed her soft lips against them.

“Mmm...still in trouble, ma,” Erik whispered.

#funny #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Can I request some headcanons of how the different sayians (If I spelled that right, I’m sorry) would comfort their s/o when they’re sad please? Like, Gohan, Vegeta, Goku and Trunks ❤️

(and possibly Vegito and Gogeta if you don’t mind, I absolutely love those fusion bois)

Thank you in advance, hope you’re doing good!

Word count: 1,323 Pairings: Son Gohan x Reader, Prince Vegeta x Reader, Son Goku x Reader, Trunks Briefs x Reader, Gogeta x Reader and Vegito x Reader Warnings: Fluff, slight smutty references, some violence references. A/N: I’ve done Gohan and Vegeta before in a similar post, but it was fun to revisit the idea of what they’d do to help cheer up their loved one! Thanks for the awesome request! I love those Saiyans so much!

Gohan knows immediately that you aren’t feeling happy. He’s quick to come to you and ask you what’s wrong.

You might not want to talk about it at first, and Gohan respects that. He’ll give you space if you need it.

If you want to vent and rant, Gohan will lend an ear and not be judgemental at all. He’ll just listen and you can vent to him.

If you want advice, then he will give it to you. He’ll hold you close and play with your hair while he explains the situation to you.

If you cry, Gohan will hold you tight and rub your back soothingly while praising you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He’ll buy you some comfort food and watch a silly movie with you.

If you want to have sex to relieve some pain, Gohan is going to be so slow and sensual with you. Your pleasure will go before his own, and his aftercare will just be him pampering you.

Gohan will snuggle with you and maybe even make a blanket fort to see you cheer up.

Gohan loves you so much, he hates seeing you sad. He will literally do anything for you.

Vegeta isn’t used to being very emotional, but if you aren’t feeling happy, he’s going to know right away.

He’ll give you space at first, seeing as he knows that’s how he deals with his own sadness.

If you come to him and you’re crying, he’s going to be so damn flustered.

“Who did this to you?! Who would dare hurt you?!” He’s ready to get vengeance if he needs to.

When you tell him that you are just sad, he’ll just be speechless. He knows how to beat up enemies and save the world, but he’s completely clueless as to what to do when it comes to cheering you up.

If you crumble into his arms and sob hard, he’ll wrap his arms around you and bring you closer. His heart aches hearing you cry like this.

“Please, just cheer up. You are so strong and wonderful.” He’s not sure what to say, but he tries his best.

If you want to cuddle and watch a movie, Vegeta will make an exception for you. He’ll hold you close and play with your hair and kiss you.

He doesn’t know many jokes, so he might not go that route to cheer you up. He thinks about getting Goku to help him, but he hates the idea of having to ask that clown for help.

If you need him to fuck the pain away, he will. Except, he’ll be very soft and sweet with you, making sure you know that you are loved.

Goku isn’t the smartest emotionally, but he catches on to sudden changes in your mood kind of quickly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he’ll ask you all oblivious. If you break down in tears, his heart will instantly break.

He brings you into his arms and holds you close and just lets you vent. Goku isn’t the best with words, so he just wants you to know that he’s there to listen.

“You know what always makes me feel better? Lots of good food and training!” This is his way of telling you he wants to order food.

You’ll get cozy with him and convince him to not train, unless you really were into that and wanted to blow off some steam.

Goku will try his best to sit still and watch a movie with you, but he might get easily distracted.

He’ll say something funny without realizing it and it makes you laugh, and this makes Goku feel very relieved.

Once the movie is over and you’ve both eaten loads, he’ll ask you if you’ll watch him train. Just say yes, and it’ll make him happy. If Goku is happy, it’s hard not to be happy by extension.

If you insinuate that you’d like to fuck the pain away, Goku is actually super into that. Sex to him is like a different way of training.

Goku gets very rough during sex sometimes, and this is no exception. He’ll praise you very well for taking his cock though.

Afterwards, he’ll cuddle you and just praise you, realizing you need lots of words of affirmation and love.

Trunks is very sweet. He’ll realize immediately that you aren’t feeling well and he’ll just come up and give you a hug.

“Are you okay, sweetie? Is there anything I can do for you?” He’s always making sure you’re okay.

If you want to cry, he’ll hold you in his arms and just kiss you while you cry and vent. He adores you and wants you to be happy.

Trunks will run you a bath and set you down in it, allowing you to relax fully. Trunks will also make sure you’ve got something good to drink while you’re relaxing in the bath.

While you’re soaking in the tub, he’s going to order some of your favorite food and set up a mini blanket fort in the living room.

Trunks will cuddle you after eating and you’ll watch a funny movie with him. He kisses you softly and just whispers praise in your ear.

He’ll actually spoon you and maybe even cockwarm with you if that’s something that would make you feel better.

If not, he’ll give you a nice massage and rub you all over to make sure you’re feeling very relaxed.

Do you want chocolate? Nachos? A special snack that you don’t have at home? Trunks is rushing out to get it for you.

Lots of soft kisses and cuddles all night, as Trunks wants to make sure you feel much better before going to bed.

He’ll probably sing you a lullaby while you sleep, and he’ll hold you close the whole night through.

Gogeta isn’t very sure how to comfort you. He wants to see you smile, but he’s not sure if he’ll mess up.

He’ll probably just come over to your place and spend time with you. If you need to be quiet and alone, he’ll give you space.

Gogeta is actually a huge fan of fucking the pain away, but he won’t force you into it.

If you want to though, he’ll actually be super sweet and sensual.

Expect a full body massage and just funny jokes from the Goku side of this fusion.

He’ll even threaten to kick someone’s ass if he knows they hurt you and made you sad.

Loves you and wants you to feel good. He hates seeing you sad.

Might buy you snacks on his way to your house, might eat them all before he can give them to you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself!” You just hold him close, and he rubs your back soothingly.

He’s literally going to threaten to beat up whoever made you sad. If nobody’s made you sad, he’ll probably offer to beat up somebody anyway.

If that’s not what you want, he may panic a little. He wants to see you smile.

Will give you an awkward hug to start with, but as you melt into the hug, he’s going to hold you closer.

“Don’t cry. You are beautiful, strong and so amazing.” You can’t help but smile at his attempt to cheer you up.

He’s very interested in just being here for you as much as he can, but doesn’t know how to show you that he loves you.

You’ll probably end up eating so much food and watching funny shows, which amuses him very much.

If you need some physical release, he’s going to treat you right. Vegito will put your pleasure first...but it might turn into overstimulation if you’re not careful.

Struggles with the right words to tell you, but he always ends up saying something very sweet.

“You’re wonderful. Don’t forget that,” He kisses you softly while you try to forget about your sadness.

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princecharmingmendes · 3 years ago

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Birthday Girl | Raul Mendes

Where Raul makes sure his girl will have the best birthday ever despite anything else

Hello everyone, pausing a bit on the Heart by Heart series (I'll be back to it Thursday as usual) to celebrate the beautiful and amazing @sinceweremutual birthday! This a small blurb/oneshot I started writing as soon as I found out her birthday was today, so I hope this was worth it. Happy Reading!

And honey, happy birthday! Hope you like it!

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*Word Count: 3.5K+

*Warnings: stablished relationship, minor cursing and overly sweet Raul.

*Posted: August 15th, 2021.

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Y/N loved her precious hours of sleep.

Loved the sensation of waking up and knowing she had some time to go back to bed and cuddle back into her pillows (or boyfriend if he haven’t left already). She liked sleeping in just a bit more on the weekends and taking naps after a long hard day. Last night was not an exception. Her day sucked and Raul was stuck at the hospital for a night shift, only being able to make it back home on the early hours of the morning.

They weren’t necessarily living together yet, but they’ve been together for almost two years, having known each other for a lot more than that and nowadays the pretty much were always together, but both had their own apartment, even though they’re barely separated. So she came back to his apartment since he promised he’d come as soon as he was allowed to join her in her sleep.

Her day sucked. Her boss was unnecessarily mean towards her for a mistake she did not commit and wasn’t her responsibility to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Then she had to spend the whole day fixing the other team’s mistake and it took over three hours and a bunch of paperwork, but at the end of the day she was able to figure it out. Only to receive a half assed apology, her boss blaming it on his wife’s strange behavior or whatever lame excuse he could find to put the blame on someone else.

So by the time she reached his apartment she felt dead at her feet, only having enough energy left to shower and pull on one of Raul’s hoodie over her head, burying her nose on his faint scent in the fabric, before falling onto her back in his bed and allowing herself to relax. What was supposed to be a five minute nap, ended up being the whole night, even skipping dinner in favor of resting in peace, nuzzling further into her boyfriend’s bedding.

Raul got home around 2 a.m. and found his girl asleep in his bed, holding his pillow tight to her chest and he could feel his heart swelling in his chest at the sight. He carefully dropped his things in the closet before coming out to check if she was still asleep and unperturbed with him roaming around, and his suspicious were confirmed by her steady breathing and peaceful demeanor. He decided it was best to take a quick shower before diving under the covers with Y/N and pulling her into his chest.

He was at the hospital for goodness sake.

As soon as he was out of the bathroom and back into his dark room, with only a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, he plugged his phone, checking his alarms and carefully climbing onto the bed. But as soon as the mattress dipped under his weight, he noticed Y/N shifting on her side, and he stilled his movements to check if he had woken her up or was just a dream.

Y/N turned her face to his side completely, eyes still hazy and sleep clouding her senses “Baby?”

“Hi, sweetheart, it’s just me” he mumbled hovering over her with his hands planted on each side of her head to hold himself up, before he leaned down to press featherlight kissed all over her face.

“Kissy?” her voice small and soaked in sleep as she puckered her lips at him.

Raul let out a low and warm chuckle, making an involuntary smile appear in her lips as she looked up at him, feeling all fuzzy inside with the sound of his voice and the way he looked at her, before leaning down and placing a slow peck on her pout “you know you can get all the kisses in the world, my love, you don’t even have to ask” he then connected their lips again in a longer yet sweet kiss as she sighed into his mouth happily.

“Missed you” she said as soon as he pulled away, only to place his pillow back in its place so he could lay down properly, then pulling her pliant body to accommodate on top of his.

He hummed placing a kiss to her forehead as she curled her body around his, throwing a leg over his to tangle them “Missed you too, but I’m here now and you should rest, your four minutes voice message was enough for me to know you need to relax”

Y/N just nodded nuzzling her face in his neck sighing contently as he rubbed circles on her back, slowly drifting off himself as well “good night, darling, sweet dreams” he whispered into her hair but she was already asleep, but that didn’t stop her from tightening her embrace on him.

-*-

She had a peaceful night of sleep until being coaxed awake with a bunch of tiny soft kisses being placed all over her face, making her scrunch her nose before slowly blinking her eyes open. She was met with her gorgeous boyfriend hovering over her with his megawatt smile he reserved only for her shining bright. Y/N giggled softly tucking her head on the bicep on her left that was holding his weight above her. Raul couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Good morning, birthday girl” he murmured a bit raspy as he dragged his lips across her cheek until she looked up at him with a smile on her face.

“Hm good morning” she mumbled sleepily letting her eyes fall closed.

“Oh no, don’t sleep on me” he whined and she giggled.

“I’m not sleeping, silly, just resting a bit”

Raul let out a low chuckle before kissing the tip of her nose “happy birthday, my love”

“Happy birthday indeed” she mumbled before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to lay on top of her.

But before he could smash her into the mattress he was quick to roll them both over “no, no sleeping again” he laughed sitting them both up with Y/N on his lap.

“Why not?” she was physically unable to stop herself from pouting.

He only smiled sympathetically at her “you made me promise you I wouldn’t let you skip work today, and that was only two days ago and I don’t break the promises I make to you”

Y/N groaned rolling her eyes “stupid past me who thought working was worth skipping a day with you when I’ll have a crowded night and won’t even properly be able to enjoy my time with you”

“Having second thoughts on your night out, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and she nodded “well, good thing Angela texted me to tell me she’s not making it tonight so she’ll reschedule with you later”

“Really??” she asked with a smile “I know I shouldn’t sound too excited about this, but this week was so long and I needed some chill time, you and a movie would be wonderful”

He only giggled and leaned his forehead against hers “That can be arranged, darling”

“Good” she hummed gently with a smile.

“Kissy?” Raul begged with a pout but a slightly teasing tilt in his voice.

It took her a while to realize he was mocking her from last night and she felt her face burning up “oh fuck you” she said trying to leave abruptly, but his arm around her kept her pinned in his lap as he laughed.

“No, no, drop it, it was just a joke, you were just so cute last night, could never say no to you” he mumbled kissing her jaw “come in, don’t be mad at me, I’ll do that thing you like for dinner, yeah?”

“This doesn’t sound like a food offer” she said with knowing look in her eyes and he had a smirk on his lips before she had even finished her sentence, making a laugh bubble up her throat “you’re the actual worst!”

Raul threw his head back in laughter, placing a kiss on her cheeks “come on, it was just a joke, you know I’ll give you anything you’d want, doll” and his eyes were so serious and so tender she almost melted into his chest.

“Oh God, it’s barely seven in the morning, I’m barely functioning and awake, and you’re already flirting, how do you manage that?” she asked incredulously, looking at him and he just laughed shaking his head.

“Well, I can’t help it when you look like that” he mumbled leaning in closer, rubbing their noses together.

“Like what?”

“Like the love of my life” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the planet.

And he did it so easily, not even flinching at that, leaving her speechless.

Their relationship started with teasing and mindless flirting, becoming close friends pretty quickly. He flirted with everyone without even realizing, it was just natural, and she was just good with quick funny and slightly flirty remarks they just clicked. Their friendship blurred into a serious romantic relationship so easily, everyone surrounding them rooting hot it to happen. So this wasn’t necessarily a weird situation, they’ve been like this for years, but sometimes he’d utter the sweetest confessions between the little teasings and jokes with such rawness and adoration in his eyes that she’d end up frozen in place.

He did it because it would turn things a little easier to digest and he felt better that way, wouldn’t feel so intimidated since, and Y/N didn’t mind. She knew he could be honest and serious whenever he needed, but these tiny declarations that could be fitted into a casual conversation about their grocery list always caught her off guard. And it was so genuine and spontaneous, she couldn’t help but fall even harder for him.

So she just stared at him in awe for a couple of seconds before realizing she hadn’t said anything in return, before she babbled up a “I love you too”

Raul couldn’t contain the fond smile gracing his lips before he leaned in and pressed a long yet sweet peck at her lips “wait here only a sec, yeah?”

“What? Baby, you said no surprises!” she whined but got out of his lap anyway and he only smiled at her.

“It’s not a huge surprise or anything, I promise” he said before leaving her laying in his bed.

“Of course that is the only promise he’s able to break” Y/N grumbled under her breath grumpily.

Then she heard Raul chuckle as he approached the room again “I can hear you, you know?” and she only rolled her eyes from the bed and gasping as soon as she met him by the door.

He was holding a huge breakfast tray that had absolutely all of her favorite breakfast food and a beautiful flower arrange holding her favorite ones. The smile on her face was enough to make him aware that waking up after only 4 hours of sleep were worth it, and he’d do it all over again just to see her smile like that again.

“You didn’t have to” was all she could mutter.

Raul smiled and nodded “I know, I just wanted to make your day a bit better before work, and we can celebrate later”

“Thank you” she said in a hushed tone as he placed the tray on the nightstand, and as soon as it was out of danger of suffering a strike she lunged forward wrapping him in a hug as she knocked them both on the bed again “thank you so much”

Raul laughed wrapping his arms around her waist tighter “you’re so very welcome” he said as he placed a kiss to her hair.

“I love you so much” she mumbled squeezing him just a bit tighter.

“I know, love” he said with a hand tilting her chin up look at him “but I love you so much more”

“Ew” she teased and he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and shaking his head.

He snorted making her laugh “Cruel beautiful thing”

Y/N leaned down to press a kiss to his lips “good thing you love me more than” mumbling before sitting back up to eat her breakfast.

And that was how she got ready for work, with one of the best breakfasts she’s ever had in her life, and sure the food as good, but that wasn’t all of it. She was still at home, in bed and content. Then after eating through light banter and little silly jokes, Raul followed her around his room and watched her get ready for work. She had enough stuff in his house she could easily live in there for a while, since it’s where they spent most of their time. So as soon as she was ready, with her boyfriend still hot in her tracks with every move she made, trailing behind her.

“Okay” she said as she grabbed her purse “this is your day off and I know you’re up super early for this and came home super late, so please sleep”

“Why? You plan on keeping me up all night?” he teased with his signature smirk and Y/N shook her head laughing.

She gently cupped his cheeks in both of her hands “you need to sleep, doctor’s orders, honey”

“I'm the doctor here” he protested and she only shook her head in response.

“Well, I’m in control here, mister, so to bed you go”

“Fine, but I’ll pick you up, alright?” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and she nodded “Love you”

“Love you too”

-*-

Six p.m. sharp she heard her phone buzzing softly, indicating her overly excited boyfriend was already downstairs waiting for her. So Y/N started grabbing her things, letting him know she’d be there soon, and turning off her computer for the weekend. Before she could even get up from her chair, she saw her coworker and friend, Claire running towards her with a big smile on her face.

“Your prince charming is here!” she beamed and Y/N cringed at how loud she exclaimed.

“Keep it down, people are still working” she hissed at her friend but she only rolled her eyes at her antics in response.

“Come on, don’t leave him waiting!”

She shook her head laughing softly “okay, okay, I’m leaving”

“Happy birthday, girl, enjoy your six feet boyfriend”

Y/N looked at her funny “I will, thank you? What did he say to you?”

“Just go! And text me later!” she said as she pushed Y/N into the elevator, pressing the buttons and leaving her alone.

She laughed to herself, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she looked down at her phone, her foot tapping against the marble floor as she waited for the doors to open, and as they did, all the stress rolled off of her. Raul was standing just in front of her building wearing a beautiful button up, with a chain necklace hanging from his neck and peaking through the first opened buttons. His black shades covering his beautiful eyes and showing the reason behind his reputation of being a bad boy, when in reality he was just a softie.

But in his hands, he had another bouquet of flowers and as soon as he set his eyes on her, his face brightened up with a big smile. He was just leaning on his jeep and as she got closer he straightened his posture and took the final steps to meet her in between. He pressed a quick peck to her lips and extended the flowers to her, keeping their affection to minimum since neither of them were a fan of PDA.

“Hi there, gorgeous” she said trying to mimic his flirty tone and he only chuckled.

Raul opened the door for her “Hello, my love, ready for our birthday celebration?”

She kissed his cheek as she climbed in, bouquet on her lap as she buckled up “Is there food involved?”

“Of course, homemade and everything” he said closing the door before climbing on the drivers seat.

“Are you for real?” she asked as she turned to face him.

He only smiled starting the car, backing up and starting to drive them both to his place “Of course, could never lie to you, and it’s your favorite, even asked you grandmother for the recipe”

“Oh shit!” she squealed from her seat and he smiled at her nodding “you have to be kidding me”

“You can call her” Raul said teasingly “Or you could trust your very honest and loving boyfriend, both pretty simple options”

Y/N laughed shaking her head “you’re absolutely ridiculous”

“But you love me” he quickly added and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing harder.

“Of course I do, silly, it’s impossible not to when you’re literally being the best human being I’ve ever met and always making sure I’m happy” she said looking at the flowers on her lap before looking up at Raul.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry” he teased and she shook her head with a giggle “I just want to make you happy, promised it to your mom and myself”

“And you’re acing this” she said and he grabbed her hand, planting a kiss on the back of it before parking on the garage of his building.

“Baby, before we go back home, could you please grab me my wallet, I think it's one the glove compartment” he mumbled grabbing his phone probably to reply to someone’s text.

And she did, but she was not expecting what she saw.

Inside the glove compartment there were a bunch of polaroids of them and rose petals scattered around, and right on the back of it there was a little key hanging under the phrase ‘move in with me, please?’ written in his calligraphy. She was still processing the whole thing when he cleaned his throat slightly nervous, making her look up at him with wide eyes and still not sure what to say.

“I know this is your birthday, and this is technically a gift for me, but I really couldn’t wait another day” he said softly, seemingly shyer than his usual confident self, making her heart swell twice its size in her chest.

“Raul, I- yeah, yes, of course I’ll move in with you!” she practically jump on him as much as she could due to the fact that they’re still in his car and space was limited.

Y/N was quick to capture his lips in a searing kiss and she felt him relax under her touch, tucking her bottom lip between his two, a hand cupping her face as the other held her waist to give her some sort of support on the pose she had. She backed way to recover a bit of breath she didn’t think she would need when she lunged forward to her boyfriend, so instead the pecked his lips only about a million times, making him laugh and press one long kiss to her lips then leaning away completely.

“Glad you agreed to it, cause I already told your parents” he said a bit nervous about it, a sly smile gracing his features to match his rosy cheeks.

“Of course you did” she said with a smile “what about yours? Are they okay with it?”

“Are you kidding me?? Mom wanted you to move in like three years ago” he said as he grabbed the key and the photos from the glove compartment “sorry, sweetheart, this is actually symbolic since you already have a key and this is actually mine”

“Figured” she laughed as she grabbed her stuff “And what do you mean three years ago? We weren’t even officially together back then”

Raul shrugged “guess that’s a mom thing, she said something about having never seen me this happy before and she was sure we were in love with each other, turns out she was right, I already loved you back then and didn’t want to admit it, and yeah, you make me the happiest man alive, sweetheart”

“You're absolutely ridiculous but I still love you” Y/N admitted and he smiled at her.

“I know” he opened his door “your real present, meal and a few other stuff are waiting for you upstairs”

“Oh my God, you really went all in” she giggled getting out of the car, and as soon as she was out, he was quick to pick her up bridal style making her squeak “what the hell are you doing?”

He looked down at her, taking a while to cal the elevator “Isn’t this how we’re supposed to do it?”

“Baby, I’m sure it’s only the door, not all the floors and we’re not married” she said with a giggled

“Well, miss skepticism, just let me be a goofball once in a while” he said with a mocking tone.

“Once in a while?” she asked incredulously.

He had a pout on his lips when he spoke up again “Come on, no teasing when I’m trying to be a hopeless romantic, please let me do this and treat you right” he said with a smile

“Alright, whatever you want” she admitted in defeat as she giggled, wrapping her arms around her neck “just don’t drop me, please”

“Would never, sweetheart”

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passivenovember · 4 years ago

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mama said to smile while I still have teeth.

(or) Post Starcourt, a very different Billy Hargrove gets his wisdom teeth removed.

In a moment of weakness and textbook junior year assholery, Steve gets his stomach ripped out and fed to him for suggesting that Billy could take the bus.

And it’s not without reason.

Hopper and Joyce have work. And Robin would ask too many questions--why the shaved head, why the ratty black hoodie and sweatpants, why the perpetual vow of silence--and the only one of the kids that has their permit is Dustin.

But Max behaves as if none of that matters. Looks at Steve as if he set the house on fire himself.

“Or you could take him.” She sneers. Like that’s somehow a good idea. “You have a car.”

“Billy wouldn’t get in a car with me even if you paid him.”

Steve doesn’t say he’d rather face a barrel of Demodogs one handed than be left alone with Billy. Would rather lick black slime off his own dick than feel those silent, cool blue eyes pouring like ice water down the ridges of his skin.

Steve wants to say it. Doesn’t. When Max starts crying. “His legs don’t work as good anymore.”

“Billy gave me a concussion.”

“He’s got gas money.” She says, voice winding tight with desperation.

And Steve despises the painful, weeping grip of her fingers when they close around his forearm. Hates that she cares so much for someone who could never care for her.

“I know it’s not much.” Max swallows thickly. “I know he used to be a piece of shit, but he’s--”

“Different.” Steve says heavily, scrubbing at his forehead. “I know.”

Billy slides into the passenger seat with a thermos in one hand and a cranberry muffin in the other and Steve isn’t used to it, the way his body seems to have deflated. Limbs cut from marianette strings, hanging limp as if gravity hasn’t quite learned what to do with them.

Billy places the muffin and the thermos on the dashboard between them, and.

Steve expects something.

A thank you, which could come later. A hello, which should come now.

Billy nods at the dashboard.

Steve jots into action. “Oh. These aren’t for you?”

Billy grunts, reaching to pass the goodies over as if Steve were incapable of doing it himself. The thermos is warm in Steve’s hand. Sturdy.

“Coffee?” He asks, jerking with surprise when Billy mutters; “Hazelnut.” In a voice as soft as feather down.

Steve waits for Billy to say something else, but.

Billy doesn’t. He just turns and peers out the passenger side window, into the gentle swell of rain that’s started to fall.

“Thanks. Thank you.” Steve says. He starts the car. Lets it warm, and.

Tries not to feel like this is the first time their bodies have had to reacquaint themselves with one another.

Tries not to marvel at how beautiful silvery thin lines can be. Running from the shell of an ear and disappearing, quick, into the hood nestled around broad shoulders.

Steve rubs his hands together, tearing his eyes away. “First time at the dentist?”

And Billy doesn’t say anything.

Never says anything, anymore, but. That doesn’t stop the conversation from feeling communal. Shared.

“I got my wisdom teeth out when I was fourteen.” Steve peers through the windshield. It’s raining harder now. “Don’t remember much about the whole thing. Mom says I tried to stop the aquarium fish from drowning. And that I had to be double belted on the way home--”

“Will it hurt?” Billy turns to look at him, and. His eyes are welling up. Cheeks and nose red, as if stung by October winds.

Billy whispers, “I wanted Max to come but she had school.”

His hand is covered by the sleeve of his hoodie, fabric scrubbing rough at the stubble along his jaw. “Did they hurt you?” Billy asks, and.

Steve doesn’t like the way he says it.

Like there really is something to be afraid of, at the core of it all. Like no one has ever considered the possibility.

“It’s not so bad.” Steve’s heart gives a painful, gripping thud. “You get a free ice pack out of the deal and decent high from the silly gas, if you’re lucky.”

Billy nods. “We’re gonna be late.”

Which. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“We’ll get you there lickety-split.” Steve pulls out of the driveway, fingers gripping the wheel when Billy places the still-warm muffin in his lap.

He sticks around for the procedure just to stop Billy from looking like he’s being dropped at his first day of kindergarten. The waiting room is bright. Warm and colorful, plush couches stocked full of overstuffed pillows. All within throwing distance of machine labeled free coffee :)

Not a bad dig, all things considered, but.

Billy says Steve doesn’t have to wait around. Doesn’t even have to come back at all. The nurse calls his name and Billy stands, shoulders lined with tension, before turning to whisper, “I’ll take the bus back to Neil’s.”

And Steve knows. Gets it.

The universe running a test. An experiment that will prove whether Steve’s really got a heart under all that chest hair.

Steve lifts his Highlights magazine. “I’m good.”

“Really?”

“Dude, It’s pouring outside,” Steve says, shaking his hair out for good measure. “I’ll just wait. In case you’re too high to function.”

Billy looks like he wants to say something else, so. Steve gives his full attention. Plans on the preverbal thank you that’ll probably never come, but. The nurse calls that name again.

Billy Hargrove.

And Billy turns to go, hands tangled in the sleeves of his hoodie.

His cheeks are swollen, like.

A chipmunk.

Stuffed full of little cotton pads that could be acorns. That are acorns, Billy insists, when the nurse brings Steve back to the operation room. He’s parked on the dentist bench. Curled into a ball with a thumb in his mouth when Steve rounds the corner.

“Steve,” Billy says thickly. “They took my teeth out but I have acorns.” He reaches across the space between them, fingers grasping Steve’s wrist tightly.

Too tight, but.

Steve can’t bring himself to care when the nurse says, “Billy, take your thumb out of you mouth.”

And Billy says. “I need to suck on something cold.” He pulls Steve right up to the edge of the bench, sitting with a serious glint in his eye. “Our acorns will be good for winter, right?”

He sways, nearly falling off the leather table, so.

Steve grasps his shoulder. Puts him back in place. “Probably? I don’t think acorns go bad.”

“We gotta make sure, ‘cause I don’t want you to starve.” Billy slurs, dropping to dead weigh when the nurse gets an arm underneath him and asks Steve to get the kid on his feet.

Billy lands somewhere against Steve’s ribs, swaying dramatically as bright red drool slides over his chin.

The nurse swears under her breath, going at it with a towel.

Billy swats her hand away. He staggers as Steve thanks the nurse and leads them into the waiting room.

“You’re so pretty, Stever.” Billy reaches out again, fingertips poking Steve’s eyelid. “Can’t starve for the winter. Gotta get pretty boys their acorns--”

“Stop poking me--”

“Acorn soup.” Billy sings. “Acorn pie and casserole and lollipops covered in sugar.”

Steve manages to get the doors open with zero help from Billy, chuckling as warm, soft palms circle around his shoulder blades.

They’re hugging.

In the rain.

At the dentist’s office.

Steve hugs back, squawking when Billy’s nose brushes against his heartbeat. “C’mon, dude, we gotta--”

“Will you carry me, Stever?”

“No.” Steve says, manhandling Billy from his chest to his ribcage, determined to make it across the lot in one piece. “You’re solid muscle, there’s no way I could carry you.”

Billy makes a noise, pretty pink lips forming a pout when Steve looks over at him.

“I got all the acorns ready for winter and you can’t carry me to the car?” Billy grumbles, leaning against the side of the Beamer while Steve gets his key into the lock.

Steve untangles himself from the arms that fold around his waist. “Billy--”

“You smell like grass.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, like sweet grass.” Billy cackles, doubling over at his own joke, and. Pulling Steve down with him. “Sweet ass, right?”

“You’re insane.” Steve whispers, somehow out of breath from. The hands on his neck. He let’s Billy pet through his hair and then Steve yanks on the door handle, opening it, like, “Alright. Get in.”

Billy has more blood on his face. “Wanna sit with you.”

“We will.”

“Can I lay on your chest?”

Steve’s face hurts from smiling. “You won’t fit.”

“I could!” Billy whimpers, jerking away from Steve as he tries to get the blood off his chin. “I could be like a kitty cat--”

“Would you just--” Steve gets his hands on him, wiping at Billy’s mouth with his thumb. “Hold still, alright?”

“Alright.” Billy kisses Steve’s finger. Chaste and quick, gone before either really know what’s happening. Those blue eyes pull Steve in, drink him down. “How come you’re so pretty?” Billy asks.

And. “Dunno,” Steve says, sounding just as out of breath as he feels. Like they’ve been running laps, and.

Steve thinks maybe they have.

All around Hawkins. Through the years. Past each other.

Billy holds still under the weight of ten fingers before frowning. Sticking his little swollen lip out. “Can we go home now?”

Steve backs away, gripping the edge of the door. “Sure.”

“Not to Neil’s,” Billy mutters to himself, leaning into the leather seat when Steve gets his limbs folded into the car. He cranes his head, eyes huge and watery. “Can I hang out with you?”

Steve moves to close the door. “Sure.”

Billy stops him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, Billy.”

“Then why are you trying to close the door?” Billy demands, peering through narrowed eyes.

Steve chuckles at that, squeezing the fingers that curl into the palm of his hand. “We gotta close the door so we can drive the car back to my house.”

Billy yanks his hand away. “Your house.” He says, as if tasting the words on his tongue.

Steve nods. “Do you want to go to my house?”

“Do you have macaroni and cheese?”

“Yeah, I can.” Steve wills himself to stop smiling. “I can make some after you take a nap.”

Billy stops the door from closing again. “I’ll be cold if I try to sleep.”

And he says it like.

No one’s ever believed him. Billy speaks with an anchor in his voice, the weight of it pulling Steve in. Forward, until he understands.

Steve grips the edge of the door.

Nods. Let’s Billy know that there are ways around it.

Billy’s crying, and. Steve doesn’t want to see him cry anymore. Every again. They’ve been through too much. He takes Billy’s hand and squeezes tight, smiling softly when cool blue eyes peer up at him.

“Then we can eat macaroni and watch T.V.--”

“We can?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “And when you’re ready to go home I’ll take you. Keep you safe.”

He moves to close the door, chucking when a firm, sure hand holds it in place.

Billy stares at him. “What if I never wanna go home again?”

Steve thinks about it, tapping his knuckles on the hood of the car. He shrugs. “Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Billy says.

This time, when the door is closed, Steve runs to the other side. Not wanting to miss a single moment.

#harrigrove #they’re getting fluff and then a shit load of angst #and then more fluff #love my babies #wisdom teeth

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 3 years ago

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Hii I saw ur post about short blurbs and was wondering if you could do 5 or 13 🤍🤍

Well this did not end up being short 🤦‍♀️ but here ya go! Hope you enjoy!💜

It had been 2 years since y/n had moved away from Beacon Hills and half of her friends. Kira and y/n had ended up at the same college and in the same dorm. Lydia and Stiles both ended up about a half hour from them in different directions. The group was still close, but things were definitely different for all of them. Kira and Scott had grown apart and Scott and Malia had grown closer. Lydia and y/n had grown closer than before, they were always going back and forth on the weekends visiting with each other. Although y/n and Stiles were really close before, things had simmered down right before they left for school two years ago.

All their friends had sworn that the two were going to be together, even with college coming up. They were going to school close enough where they could totally still pursue a relationship. Somewhere though, Stiles and y/n had ‘grown apart’. At least that’s what their friends thought. In reality, neither of them really knew what had happened. It was like one moment they were falling for each other and the next it was just gone. Y/n and Stiles had both tried on different occasions to talk to each other, but something always got in the way.

Y/n walked into her apartment, that Kira was decorating...for Valentine's Day. “UGHHHHHH. Kira I thought we decided not to make a big deal out of this stupid holiday.”

“No...you decided that. Just because you’re still stuck on Stiles, doesn’t mean everyone else can’t be happy about love.” Kira announced.

“That’s not-no you’re. Ugh, whatever.” y/n replied, not having a come back, because what she had said was true.

y/n was still really hung up on Stiles, she was still so confused about what had happened to them back in Beacon Hills. There had been plenty of times since then that Lydia, Kira, y/n and Stiles had gotten together to hang out, even times when Scott and the others had come down to visit. However, their interactions were always strange and confusing. She hadn’t been able to date anyone else, and was honestly just making herself super unhappy.

“Before you make yourself too depressed, this was slipped under the door for you today.” Kira handed her a note, folded up with a huge heart on one side and y/n on the other.

“What...what is this?”

“I don’t know silly, clearly I haven’t opened it...since it’s for you…”

Y/n’s eyes rolled as the note was opened. It was typed and it read:

"When love is not madness it is not love." –Pedro Calderon de la Barca.

I have felt nothing but madness from the moment I laid eyes on you.

As she read it to Kira, she let out a screech, “y/n!!!!! Omg you totally have a secret admirer! This is so EXCITING!”

However y/n was doubtful, she left Kira to go to her room. Who on Earth could have sent this to her? Was it a joke? Was it real? The next day, nothing appeared under the door and it disappointed y/n, even though they would never admit that, especially to Kira!

The next day however, when y/n got home from work Kira was waiting impatiently by the door with a note in her hands. It looked exactly like the other one. She basically threw it in my face and stood over my shoulder as she repeated ‘open it, open it, open it’ in my ear.

This one read:

“Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.” – Jules Renard. This, I can assure you, is true. I make dumb mistakes every time I’m around you.

“I literally have no idea who could be doing this. I don’t talk to anyone, no one even notices me around here!” y/n exclaimed, confused.

“Well, you must be wrong, because someone is DEFINITELY noticing you!!!!”

“No, this is just wrong. This has got to be a joke or something. I’m telling you. Throw away any other ones, I’m serious.” With that, y/n walked into her room and slammed the door, she was done with this.

The next day was normal, but y/n wasn’t hopeful that she wouldn’t get another letter, and the next day, the 5th of February, Kira was waiting again with another note.

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” – Conan Doyle. You are the only thing I can think about lately, you’re in my every thought.

y/n didn’t know what to think anymore. Was this person a freaking psycho stalker? How did they know where I lived? We’re they stalking me?

“Kira, I know that you’re sitting here thinking this is some romantic love story...but what if this is some crazy stalker that now knows where we live? Like what if they break in and kill us in the middle of the night?”

“y/n I think you’re being a little dramatic. I feel like this is someone that has to know you in some way. This is some intense shit.”

“We’re gonna die...watch.” y/n finished, over the anxiety this was causing her.

Two days later, y/n didn’t have class. She was going back and forth from the front door, to her room. She was stuck between being excited and worried. Half of her believed that this was some kind of cruel joke, the other half thought maybe someone actually did like her. By 4 o’clock, she thought maybe that it was over, but as she made her way out of there room, there was a note by the door.

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back." - Plato. This one may be corny, but it’s true, I feel this with you.

This definitely sounded like someone that knew her. But how could she be so oblivious? How could there be someone this into her and she had no idea. That’s why she still believed that this could be a joke. Like clockwork, two days later she got another note.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” – Dr. Seuss. I swear since I started these notes, I haven’t been able to sleep at all. I know this is probably starting to creep you out, I promise that you know me and I know you. I’m not a random person.

“I’m sure that this is supposed to make me feel better Kira, but I feel worse. How do I not know this person likes me, if they like me this much?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking from the beginning of this, do you think it could be Stiles?”

“WHAT?” y/n asked incredulously, “Come on, there’s no way. First of all, that would mean he would have to drive a half hour here and back every other day to slip these under the door? There’s no way, that would be crazy.”

“I mean, you guys definitely had something and then suddenly you guys just stopped. You’re still awkward around each other, maybe this is the only way he can get you back?”

“No. Seriously. Stop that’s, that’s. No, that's crazy.” But later that night, what Kira said had gotten the best of y/n. She did something she hadn’t done in a while, she called Stiles.

As soon as he answered, y/n regretted it, “y/n? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no nothing’s wrong. Sorry, I’m not even sure why I called…...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for calling, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry- shit I mean okay. I-I gotta go talk to you later.” And she hung up, she felt so stupid why would she call him? Kira and these damn notes have gotten her head all twisted up. She should know better than to think Stiles could have done this, she was getting her hopes up just thinking about it.

Two days later, y/n could hardly think at work. Her mind was all in a swirl and she kept making mistakes and dropping shit, by the end of her shift she was exhausted. As she had expected, when she got home, Kira was sitting on the couch, holding a new note.

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” – Rumi. I haven’t known you forever, but when I met you it was like I had known you my whole life.

“There’s only three days left until Valentine's Day. What’s going to happen? Is this all leading up to something? Or are the notes just going to stop?”

“I guess that’s the fun part!” But when y/n looked at her pointedly she continued, “I know this is freaking you out and giving you anxiety, but this could be a good thing. Whoever it is, really cares about you. And I’m not getting creepy vibes from any of this, if someone was going to break in and kill us, I think they already would have.”

y/n knew that Kira was right, she shouldn’t be so freaked out about this. It didn’t seem like a creepy kind of thing, the notes were sweet and heartfelt, and they definitely, probably would have already been killed. So all y/n could do was wait.

As y/n made her way through the day before Valentine’s hazily, she could barely focus. She kept texting Kira, asking if she had found anything yet. Seeing as she was still in class, she had not. Y/n wanted nothing more than to leave her classes and go to the apartment, but she knew if the note wasn’t there yet, she would get even more impatient. So when Kira finally texted her that she got home and there was a note, y/n excused herself from her class and rushed home. Kira was waiting, almost as impatiently as y/n, with the note in her hand!

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Lao Tzu. Meet me at Hilton tomorrow, 7PM, there’ll be a note left at the front desk.

“What? Kira, am I really supposed to just go to this random hotel and meet this random person?”

“I mean they said you know them, so they’re not that random!”

“I know a lot of people! It could be the cute barista that gets my coffee everyday! I technically know him, but would I go into a random hotel room with him? NO.”

“Okay, then I drive you there, and you keep me on the phone. If anything funky happens I’ll run up and save your ass. I think you should go. I see the look in your eyes when you read the notes, you’re excited. I haven’t seen you genuinely excited in a long time.”

Kira had saved my life multiple times, I trusted her, and it was a good plan. I was excited, she was right, I was stupid for thinking that I would get it past her. And I wasn’t exactly defenseless, I had learned to fight through many years of fighting off the supernatural. I decided it couldn't hurt, if anything it would end up a good story to tell one day.

The next day was torture waiting for 7pm. Especially since y/n had no class and only finding an outfit to distract her. y/n called Lydia in the morning, while Lydia had been pissed that she’d only just heard about this, she insisted on y/n video chatting her to pick an outfit. Together, they had decided on a blush pink dress, with a small flower design. There was a belt that tied right under the chest, that accentuated the top of y/n’s body and flowed down nicely to a little above the knee. They picked out black kitten heels, which according to Lydia, y/n should have already had. It was 4:30 when she got home, already ready to start her makeup to keep her distracted. Kira helped her do her hair nicely and put on minimal makeup, to highlight her best features. By 6, y/n was ready to get in the car, but the drive was only 15 minutes. Kira tried to distract her with finding things to fix, like an out of place hair, or too much highlight. At 6:30, she couldn’t distract her anymore and they got in the car. She drove slowly, constantly trying to hit red lights. Although, y/n had noticed, she pretended not, too.

Freaking out at 6:50, y/n got out of the car by the entrance. Looking at Kira who gave her a thumbs up, y/n walked in and to the front desk.

“Hi, um, I was told there was a note going to be left for me here?”

“Ahh, you must be y/n, yes?” The desk attendant said to me, smiling brightly.

“Yes, that is me!” I said, nervously.

“Here is the note, don’t be so nervous. I think you’ll like what is waiting for you!”

She looked at the note that looked the same as all the other ones. The note said:

Go to hotel room #33.

y/n double checked that Kira was still on the phone and went up the elevator to the correct floor. She walked up to the door, but was hesitant to knock. It took her a full minute and many deep breaths to finally knock. When the door opened, she gasped at what she saw.

“Stiles?” She asked incredulously.

“Hi, y/n. I was nervous you weren’t going to come.”

y/n looked down at her phone to see that Kira had already hung up, “I-I, the notes were you the whole time?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to do it. I was freaking out about the whole thing. I know things got messed up before and honestly, I don’t even know why. I didn’t want to mess up again, and I just thought this was the best way to get you to see that I was sorry.”

Y/n took a minute to look around the room. There were two queen beds, both covered in rose petals. There was a small, pink and red bag on one of them. There were actually rose petals everywhere. There were small candles lit all over the room, lights turned down. There was a bottle of champagne on ice and room service on a trolley that contained y/f/flowers in a beautiful vase. It was beautiful honestly, and clearly took a lot of thought.

“y/n?” Stiles started, as she had not said anything after his confession.

“I’m sorry, it’s- I mean this is beautiful. It’s amazing honestly. I can’t believe you did all of this.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time y/n. And I don’t know how exactly we got all fucked up, but I was nervous and scared about what would come to us when school started. I’ve wanted to tell you everyday since that whatever was going on was stupid and that we should be together, but I never could get it out and I’m sorry.” Stiles was nervous, not sure y/n felt the same.

“I don’t know what happened either, if I’m being honest..I felt the same. Scared and nervous. I’ve literally made myself miserable everyday, knowing that I should have done something about what happened. I love you. I’m sorry too, that I didn’t do anything to fix whatever happened. I knew from the moment I met you, that we were meant to be more than just friends.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back after he heard y/n’s confession, his feelings had been overwhelming for so long. He walked closer to her, placed his hand on her face gently, and placed his lips on hers. At first, it was sweet and slow, but y/n moved her hands to the back of his head, pulling him closer. When they both ran out of breath, they pulled away smiling at each other.

“Can I ask you a question?” y/n spoke first.

“Of course, anything.” Stiles answered.

“Why are there two beds?” y/n wiggled her eyebrows.

Stiles face turned red and his hand went to rub his chin, “I well, I mean I didn’t want to-uh...I didn’t want to assume anything, I just, I didn’t want to mess anything else.”

“Well I don’t think we’ll be needing it.” y/n said and pulled Stiles back to her, placing her lips on his again.

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles x y/n #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf #stiles stilinksi imagine

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seraphdarlimg · 4 years ago

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wish I were...

after Harry kisses reader, she watches him mesmerized as his ex walks by

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST. WORD COUNT - 2,109

A/N: this is the first imagine I’ve ever posted on here hehe. but this most likely will be a 2-3 part mini series of pure angst...so yay!

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"My goodness, I can't believe it's been a year and this is how we're celebrating it? " I take a sip from my wine glass with a raised brow towards Harry. We were sat on the floor at the recording studio, having a makeshift little picnic to celebrate a year. A whole year of a beautiful friendship. "Well I thought it'd be fitting, ya know this is where we met and stuff. Look, I even got those Korean chips that you snacked on that day!" I laugh as he comically picks up a chip and places it in his mouth, followed by an exaggerated moan. I try to hide the blush rapidly heating up my face at how much effort he put into this silly thing. It started as a little joke I brought up to him one day when we were having a lazy day, and of course Harry would take it seriously. He planned the little picnic basket after a day in the studio when everyone else left and he had asked me to stay a little longer to help him with lyrics and whatnot. It was a complete surprise and I couldn't help but adore how happy and proud he was setting this up.

"Alright I gotta give it to ya H, you are the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for. I'm just happy that you didn't include those disgusting kale chips of yours." The smile that hasn't left his face drops into a shocked and offended look.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't make fun of my addiction anymore." He scoots closer to me, gently poking my rib to which I immediately jump and swat his hand away. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry!" I giggled when he makes himself comfty sat right next to me.

Subconsciously, I move closer till his shoulder touched mine. "I like this sweater, it's fluffy and keeps people warm." I say, huddling into the fabric that Harry gave me to wear when it got colder. "You know what, I like all your sweaters H, they're all impeccable." He chuckles, "really? It looks better on you than me, bubs." I smile, using the over-sized sleeves to cover my face and faking a groan. "Oh you would with that cliché ass line." "It's true! Beautiful in m'clothes." He mumbles and I had to only respond with gratefully lending my shoulder as a resting spot for his head. Considering he literally had to bend his whole body to do so every time he does this, I never understood how he found this comfortable. We shared a comfortable silence for a minute, sipping on our wine, the bottle nearly finished. The courage coming from it is telling me this would be the perfect time. It's the right setting to finally tell him that my feelings go beyond friendship and that it has been since the first month. The thought made me nervous at first, but there had been so many signs from him that had me thinking he's feeling the same way. Maybe those were just my expectations and how loving Harry is, but every time I look at him, I'm mesmerized. "Honestly don't know what I'd do without you bubs." Harry suddenly says and I snap out of my thoughts to glance down at him staring at his empty glass. My heart started beating fast and my breathe hitched when he pulls away only a few inches away to look back at me "This was a tough year and you've been there with me through it all, haven't been this close to someone in that short of time." He says lowly, looking right into my eyes. I take his hand in my small ones and play with his fingers in comfort, as we reflected on how this was both the best and worst year for him. While he became such a successful solo artist after the band and created the best relationships in his life, he reached a mental low dealing with his own insecurities and went through a breakup that took a major toll on him. They ended on good terms, but Harry went through the aftermath of a loss alone. I came in a month after his break up, hired as a lyricist to help him get out of this creative block but also to help him realize how much he was really worth as a person. It was a gradual slow process of friendship at the start, but it quickly blossomed into becoming best friends, growing feelings in between for me. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it." He was so close and I couldn't tell if I was leaning in or not. My chest feels like it's bursting. "Harry, you've done so much for me, don't put yourself down like that. You deserve my love, mkay?" He looked so vulnerable, staring into my eyes as I couldn't pinpoint what emotion he was feeling right now. I was always able to read Harry easily, but maybe it was the wine that made it harder to understand what was racing through his mind. I couldn't register it. His lips on mine were foreign but felt right, like they fit perfectly. His hands cupping my face gently made me realize this was actually happening. My best friend who I've loved for so long was finally kissing me. "You absolutely deserve mine... " *** My anxiety was getting the best of me. The party wasn't like any other rowdy and crowded New Year's Eve celebration. It was a gathering of close friends and mutual at a penthouse with just enough drinking and fun shenanigans. I knew all these people and they knew me, yet it wasn't easy to breathe regularly for some reason. I smiled and laughed along with the conversation among the circle of friends I situated myself in with Harry standing to my right, two people in-between us. I anxiously played with my fingers wrapped around a bulbous wine glass, zoned out but somewhat participating with the group. I caught his eyes, both of us giving a smile when he shot me a quick goofy face. His eyes trailed down to my hands, an obvious tell. I respond with a reassuring smile, placing my hand on my chest to which he steps outside and moves to stand next to me. I soften as he places a hand casually on my back, rubbing up and down. The nerves die down a bit. Usually, I would of been full comfortable but it was different now. After the kiss Harry and I shared, nothing had changed as much as I wanted it too. There was still the casual flirting and touchy gestures, but other than that, Harry never brought it up. "Soo, what now?" I had asked him when he dropped me off at my apartment. He gives me a tight smile and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips. "Still my best girl." I was confused afterwards, not fully understanding how he felt towards me. "Hey, I kind of wanted to talk to you about yesterday... " I approached him in the studio, his sweater keeping me warm that morning. "Oh yeah, you never told me what you wanted for Christmas. And by the way, I'm gonna need that sweater back sooner or later." He chuckles, going back to writing down chord progressions. Him avoiding the subject made me think he didn't want to talk about it, so I stopped trying. It made me insecure a bit to show him any type of affection back, but I didn't have it in me to tell him when I'm engulfed in his huge frame, feeling safe and happy at the moment. What made me snap out of my thoughts was his hand leaving my back and slipping into his jacket pocket. He then started being part of the funny story Mitch was telling, including his own side and little comedic comments that made the group laugh. As much as it brought a smile to my face, there was nothing more I wanted to do than take his arm, wrap it around me and kiss his cheek before laying my head on his chest. He took a second here and there to glance at me, probably aware how tired i was getting even though it was only a few minutes before midnight. The kiss defiantly affected something here, as much as Harry was trying to show that it hasn't, I can at least appreciate the acknowledgment that he shared similar feelings towards me. Maybe this was him thinking about the possibilities afterwards, knowing Harry wasn't very much a confrontational person and has taken time to learn to process things more logically rather than pure emotional instinct. When he catches me staring and throws a knowing smirk followed by a wink, I melt right on the spot but at the same time, holding back from rolling my eyes. I felt his stare kept on me when I looked away, feeling less frustrated and more understanding of his situation. Maybe I do just need to give him time... When I looked back at him, he was now looking away at something else apart from the group. I didn't give it a second glance till I noticed he was fully distracted before Mitch kept calling his name but getting no response back. Harry was in deep trance at something more fascinating than his friend's story, and when I caught sight of what was distracting him, I fully understood why. She stood out, so it wasn't to hard to point her out. But of course she would, she looks stunning in that dress that happens to only be a different shade of color from mine. The natural glam and brightening smile on her face as she talked to mutual friends perfected her look, but it was the sound of her melodic voice that just set the deal. It was her laughter from across the room that caught his attention first, what made him break his gaze on me to her. My first thought was concern for Harry and if he was suddenly feeling overwhelmed or distraught by her presence after a breakup. But then I looked back at him and only saw longing and adoration. It was a look I only was recently familiarized with. I purse my lips to hide the frown set on my face while I felt my heart beat much faster initially, watching him mesmerized as she walks across the floor to greet more party guests. Her blue eyes wide and shining, most likely something Harry was dying to see once again as he hoped she would turn his way. Is this what hopelessness feels like? Mitch gave up on trying to catch his attention as soon as he realized who Harry was looking at, and so did the rest of the group. But here I was, desperately looking up at him in hopes that he would suddenly break away and meet my own eyes that stood right next to him. "Guys! The count downs about to start!" Someone called out, followed by cheers and applause as everyone slowly started gathering towards the balcony to see the firework show and celebration of the city below. She moves away from the crowd though, choosing to be semi alone next to the aquarium with a glass of martini in her hand. More people started crowding around us, the group disintegrated into a whole, but my focus was on Harry. As much as my anxiety and tiredness was getting worse, it couldn't compare to the ache in my chest when he takes a hesitant step towards her direction. In a second, my hand flies towards his and gently tugs to me in a last ditch of desperation while I softly call out his name. Maybe it was the way he stopped and turned his head slightly before completely pulling away and walking towards her, leaving me engulfed with the crowd alone. Or that I could picture the loving look on his face when she finally sees him approaching and gives him a welcoming smile while the sound of people counting down from 20 is muddled into the background. All I could imagine to hear was his small 'hi' and compliment for how beautiful she looks, knowing how nervous he would be. "3, 2, 1! Happy New Years!" The celebration of those around me drowned out my glossy eyes as I see Heather take Harry's hand in hers, sharing that same complete adoration look on her face that I was only just becoming familiar with.

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part 2 A/N: feedback would greatly be appreciated :)

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #heather #i really listened to this song on loop for 2 hours going through it

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years ago

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wap challenge.

synopsis: ‘WAP challenge’ versus our lovely boys.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; aged up; romance; mild comedy and fluff; suggestive?

includes: female reader ft. hitoshi shinsou & you shindou {bnha} + eita semi & tobio kageyama {hq!!} + seijuurou mikoshiba & rin matsuoka {free!}

— HITOSHI

↘ It was absolutely NOT YOUR idea to do this challenge. Mina was the initiator of it all, because she’s addicted to the TikTok app, plus she knows every trend that is currently taking place. Plus, she’s your bestie, so it’s super obvious that you’ll do a lot of (stupid) things with her to keep an eye on her silly ass.

↘ UMMM, anyway. Also not gonna lie, but you liked to dance, so it was much easier to induce you this time, hehe.

↘ Therefore, a few trainings later, you could easily record the ‘WAP challenge’ and put it on the pink-haired teenager’s popular account.

↘ Meanwhile, your lovely boyfriend was in the coffee bar with Denki. Unexpectedly, the latter got a notification on his phone.

↘ (Of course, we all know that Kaminari is the second TikTok biggest fan and his content is something like ‘Top10 things I don’t like about Bakugo’.)

↘ Coming back to the topic, the blonde’s eyes automatically widened when he saw the video inserted into Mina’s account; he wasn’t surprised by the young girl’s idea and its general performance, but you... He totally didn’t expect it! After all, you were the complete opposite of a crazy pinky one and you were literally the voice of reason in your friendship.

↘ “Oh, God... Wow. You have to see this, Shinsou.” He laughed under his breath, then restarted the short video and turned the black phone to the boy who currently drinking colored bubble tea.

↘ Well. Needless to say, some cold tea flew out of his mouth and his both cheeks turned redder than Kirishima’s hair.

↘ Aaaand he got an boner.

— YOU

↘ That mf... Okay.

↘ Listen to me.

↘ Honestly, you were never interested in having an account on this whole TikTok app, but you saw a tons YouTube videos of people dancing to an English-speaking female rapper’s song and you just found it as a fun and interesting activity (+ you really liked this lit song, so...).

↘That’s why, you pushed back the furniture in your own room, which was in the Ketsubutsu Academy dorm, and put on a music. The first three attempts were just learning the steps, but by the fourth time you were ready for the real dance, so you tied your hair in a high ponytail to make it more comfortable and corrected the top of your clothes.

↘ Absorbed in setting up the camera and playing the song at the right moment, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend entered your room. Of course he wanted to say hi or just kiss your pretty face, but at the same moment you jumped up and lifted your leg, quickly dropping to your knees.

↘ Shindou’s eyes widened while he resting his arm against your bedroom white wall. He even bit his lip, feeling a pleasant tingling in the stomach and throat.

↘ To say that he was delighted is definitely not enough.

↘ And when you finished the dance with the split, your boyfriend was still silent... However there was a sound of clapping and mouth pecking throughout the room. Slightly frightened, you turned towards him, and your cheeks flushed deeply.

↘ “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect that, but... I’d love to see it again, babe.” He winked at you, and you quickly covered your red face with your hands, still sitting on the floor.

— EITA

↘ All of us know perfectly that Semi is... a very serious man. I mean, have you seen how much he gives while he playing volleyball and helping his lovely teammates? Eita takes many things seriously (both at school and in private life) hence his strong character and his frequent lack of playfulness when you both have a small talk.

↘ However, you still love him very much and you would do anything for this big baby boy to make him happy and make him feel loved and appreciated as your boyfriend, friend and also volleyball player.

↘ Anyway, you didn’t expect that one day he would come over to your house and your mother would let him in, saying that ‘as always, you are at your own bedroom, listening to music’.

↘ Eita also didn’t expect anything special that day; he just came to you to spend Saturday watching interesting anime, some movies, talking and possibly ordering a pizza at his treat, but then he opened the door to your room and literally at the same moment he saw that you swing your leg up, and after a while you get down on your both knees.

↘ Of course he was so shocked because, firstly, he didn’t expect you to dance, and secondly, he didn’t expect you to dance this kind of moves...

↘ The poor boy who always took everything around him seriously couldn’t absorb for the next few seconds the fact that some people do a lot of things for fun... not for awards and medals like him and his beloved team.

↘ Fortunately, he quickly shook his head and laughed a bit under his breath when you barely managed to do a splits.

— TOBIO

↘ HAHAHGAHHAHDDAHAHAADDXXHJXJXDD. SORRY. I MEAN...

↘ The poor baby boy has his head high in the clouds and is only interested in the volleyball or matches, the milk in the carton from the school vending machine and you.

↘ Therefore, he’s not into the social media like Twitter, TikTok, Tumblr or YouTube. Sometimes he just steals your Spotify or Netflix account, but that’s all.

↘ Therefore, when one random day Hinata and Yamaguchi ran up to him with orange-head’s phone in his hand and a few seconds later asked if he had already seen the video with you in the lead role, the black-haired young man raised an eyebrow up, not understanding about what his two teammates talked at that moment.

↘ However, when after a short while he saw a dance video with loud music on the app on Shouyou’s phone, a small wrinkle appeared on his forehead and his mouth tightened into a narrow line.

↘ When the video was over, he thanked his besties, then took his own smartphone out of his pants pocket to search for your name in contacts. He quickly wrote you a short message, and as you read it, a huge blush appeared on your both cheeks.

↘ Tobi! | 14:23 ; Why didn’t you tell me that you dance? You’re pretty good at it. I’d like to see it privately. See you after classes :).

— SEIJUUROU

↘ :D

↘ Let’s start with the fact that Seijuurou is definitely a social animal and knows a lot of phone apps (unlike Haikyuu boys, lmao).

↘ I mean, he knows perfectly well all Twitter or Tumblr jokes and general slang, his favorite app is probably Instagram, and the Urban Dictionary is his second home, his bestie. Not need to mention that you share Netflix together, you two also are on the same Discord channel, and on top of that, he makes a shitpost on his own Facebook profile.

↘ No wonder that one day when he caught you dancing to the Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion song, he immediately joined to you. As if dancing had been in his veins from the day he was born, almost like swimming.

↘ The young man literally took all your viewers off the account and all the beauty of the fame you worked hard while you putting your own content on the channel.

↘ ‘Well... I expected that.’

↘ After a few days, of course, you changed the main theme of your account and instead of creating it by yourself, you shared it with your beloved boyfriend (after all, you couldn’t refuse the fans and the red-head...).

↘ Now you put all kinds of videos and posts together, and the people on TikTok like both of you very much and consider you two to be the sweetest couple in the whole world.

↘ Camila and Shawn are nothing compared to you!

— RIN

↘ I think Rin would know what TikTok is, and also know that you have an account there, but he has never been more interested in it than necessary.

↘ I mean, it might have existed, but he wouldn’t be interested in getting into the ‘world’ of any influencers and celebrities.

↘ Well.

↘ The big boy was very busy with swimming and with planning your dates...

↘ So when he listened to music on YouTube one randomly evening and totally accidentally click a complication video with ‘WAP Challenge’ tiktoks, he was surprised that you showed up as one of the dancers.

↘ Your all movements were polished and super strong. You danced really great, better than Rin could ever have imagined. Dressed in black shorts and a gray top, you fit well with the sounds and voice of a female rapper, and as the cherry head knew English, his tongue automatically lick his lower lip.

↘ Hmm, I don’t think I need to add to this headcanon the fact that shortly after watching the short video with you about another 20 times, Rin put on his feet shoes and decided to go to your house.

#— 🍁#bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #shinsou headcanons #hitoshi shinso x reader #yo shindo headcanons #yo shindo x reader #haikyuu x reader #semi eita headcanons #semi eita x reader #kageyama tobio headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #free! x reader #free! headcanons #mikoshiba seijuurou headcanons #mikoshiba seijuurou x reader #rin matsuoka headcanons #rin matsuoka x reader

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dying-suffering-french-stalkers · 3 years ago

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For the ship game: prime numbers for Lupin x Jigen!

HERE YOU GO GHOST, THIS WAS FIVE PAGES IN A GOOGLE DOC AND TOOK ME SEVERAL HOURS

Under a cut, allegedly, though mobile has been known to just IGNORE THAT. Sorry in advance if this gets goofed for anyone.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, in any place?

Lupin, obviously (and canonically). Just the horniest man you ever did see. Jigen knows what he wants and when he wants it, but he has difficulty keeping up with Don Juan Triumphant over there. Lupin is also far less picky about locations and times than Jigen is. Jigen still has a FEW standards, thank you, and also a stronger sense of self-preservation. Lupin sometimes tries to start shit in public or during a heist and Jigen is like “I REALLY, REALLY APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT BUT CAN WE NOT.” The closest to public anything Jigen will put up with is bar bathroom/back-alley hookups, and he doesn’t really tend to do that with Lupin or Goemon since they have secondary locations far more suited to such activity (or at least the damn Fiat, if nothing else). That said, Jigen is a spiteful bastard and gets a huge kick out of riling Lupin up over the walkie-talkie during jobs. He is more than happy to get jumped by his boss after they make it out and secure the loot.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Honestly, while I can totally see Lupin and Jigen doing this with their other partners, I have a harder time imagining the two of them doing this together and I’m not sure why. I feel like these two on their own both like the privacy bathing gives them, whether it’s to clean wounds or decompress from a job.

On the occasions when they do bathe together, I feel like it’s an unspoken kind of thing, where the other person quietly slips in the tub/shower with them and they just don’t bother protesting. I think Lupin is more likely to join Jigen in his bathing, but if Jigen is sleepy enough or lonely enough he might do the same. There is a lot of mutual appreciation of scars. They’ve definitely smoked in the tub before (Intricate Rituals™). Lupin is probably more likely to get handsy, because Lupin, but two can play that game if Jigen is feeling it, and also Jigen gives Lupin a run for his money in the staring department. No hat to hide behind now.

Lupin has also 100% done the whole “Hey Jigen, do you know if—stop screaming, it’s me—do you know if we have any more instant dashi? Goemon’s gonna slice up the sofa if I ruin soba night again.”

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Jigen, but to be fair, he canonically sleeps on the couch most nights (possibly to keep an eye on the door, possibly because he knows that place, at least, is always “acceptable” for him to occupy). It’s an odd night if you don’t see Jigen out there with a glass and a bottle of scotch and an old movie on TV. The main difference is that if he and Lupin have been fighting, he won’t bother with the formality of a glass and the TV will be playing far louder or not at all.

7) [A] Who said “I love you” first? And [B] who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

I hate to take the coward’s way out here, but I think the answers are A) either one - depends on the headcanon/fic/version of the characters I’m feeling that day, and B) both.

For A, they’re both the sort of people to show their love—true love/affection, not just flirtation/infatuation, LUPIN—in action, not words. Lupin is a man of many words to a fault, generous with his verbal and physical affection, so Lupin has to find a way to make sure Jigen knows he means it and how he means it. He may rightly fear that Jigen won’t believe him (or else believe him but take it platonically) if he says “I love you” to his face, so first he’ll show him through every little action he can. Jigen is a man of few words to a fault, so saying personal stuff like that out loud is both a last resort and the point of no return. Getting him to say it at all, unambiguously, and while sober is like pulling teeth. Once one of them finally spits it out, though, I think the other is quick to reciprocate (again, if they manage to say it clearly and under good circumstances and not ambiguously/while drunk or wounded/etc. They’re both idiots and selective cowards so this is a big if). The mutual relief is palpable and immediately followed by sex, because they’re both (horny) idiots and selective cowards who do not want to talk about Emotions and Personal Things any more than strictly necessary.

For B, ohhhh man, if it isn’t that same emotional avoidance coming to bite them in the asses! Looks like talking about deep emotions is strictly necessary after all! You know it’s a Big Important Argument for them if this is what it comes to. This is going to tie in somewhat to the answers for 11, 17, and 23, so stay tuned. “Because I love you” coming from either of them should give the other pause, but if they are angry enough, they’re both quite likely to storm off after that declaration anyway. They’ll come back and have a real discussion later, but the shock or frustration of that arresting declaration dropped in the middle of an argument is something neither of them are great at dealing with. Hearing that from Jigen might be enough to stop Lupin in his tracks, but Lupin might also be so dead-set on something that he’ll steamroll right over it even if he knows he’ll regret it later. Hearing that from Lupin probably only makes Jigen angrier because of his awful self-esteem (see answers 11 and 23), and even if he’s been working on that, his instinct will be to snarl “Yeah, right” and storm out the door. I like to think that one day they are able to get to the heart of the argument sooner (because this is almost always it) and work on the behaviors that worry the other so much, but alas, they are a mess.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Once again, either of them depending on the day.

As you mentioned in your JiGoe post, Jigen says it partly because he thinks it’s funny (“You have a crush on me, Boss? Fuckin’ embarrassing”) but also because he’s fishing for validation. His self-esteem/confidence in anything outside his shooting skills is shit and he still can’t quite believe that Lupin isn’t lying/he hasn’t conned Lupin into something. This is rather overestimating his conning skills and underestimating his many good qualities, but, well, genuine, lasting affection is kinda new for him. Much to Jigen’s annoyance, Lupin figures out exactly what Jigen’s up to after the first few times and answers him seriously (and positively) instead of continuing the “joke”. Lupin loses patience for this particular tactic over time but I like to think that Jigen finally begins believing in the affection, too, so it comes up less and less and one day Jigen might actually play the quip straight without the self-deprecation. Ideally he would just take the damn compliment, but it’s LupJig and banter is one of their love languages.

When Lupin says it, he typically is playing the quip straight and fondly giving Jigen shit for showing an Emotion and motherFUCKER I just realized Jigen could probably be considered a tsundere. I hate this. ANYWAY. Jigen then immediately snarks back that yes, Lupin, considering we’ve been travelling the world together and actively fucking for X years, it’d be damn awkward if I didn’t by now.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Lupin absolutely initiates duets, or rather, he tries to; whether or not Jigen actually chimes in is another matter entirely. Lupin is also the better singer by far (when he’s sober). He loves singing along to pop and rock in the car (“This is the reason God invented America!”).

Much as it would please me personally to give Jigen a smooth operatic baritone, there’s no way in hell he sounds good after smoking a pack a day for twenty-something years. I think Jigen can carry a tune and he’s a decent hummer and whistler, but his singing voice isn’t spectacular.

Lupin occasionally succeeds in getting Jigen to join him in car karaoke, though as in all things, Lupin is much louder and more impassioned. Jigen frequently hums along under his breath, though, and Lupin loves hearing Jigen’s a cappella renditions of classical music (complete with hand motions).

When Queen starts becoming popular, car singalongs become much more involved because it’s MY silly headcanon and You Are Not Immune To Queen. Jigen cried the first time he heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” and he will kill Lupin if he ever tells Goemon or, God forbid, Fujiko. When the four of them are in the car it’s a full-on Wayne’s World headbanging party. (Pops is the drunk guy they pick up along the way. Also, seeing Payless Shoe Source in this clip dealt me psychic damage.)

Lupin and Jigen (and Goemon) are the living embodiment of the drunk friends singing “Sweet Caroline” post, and Jigen is specifically this version of “Sweet Caroline”.

17) Who is more protective?

THAT IS THE QUESTION, HUH, GHOST? Jigen’s job and, to a certain degree, raison d’être is protecting Lupin, but (to cheat slightly and quote your own DM to me), if you think Lupin won’t raze everything to the ground to keep Jigen (and the others) safe, you don’t know him at all. They are this meme to the deepest of faults. They are both so desperately afraid of losing what they have (and in Lupin’s case, this is tinged with a bonus, even more concerning “what is his”) that they will go full self-sacrificing, scorched-earth policy. This is, in fact, my favorite reason for Lupin to do the worst thing he does: fake his own death to protect his partners. Lupin never stops to think that maybe, JUST MAYBE, he should trust his partners to fake grief and keep the secret long enough for whoever’s on their tail to give up or let their guard slip. Lupin is willing to hurt them in an effort to protect them, so in that way, I suppose Lupin is the “most” “protective”. Jigen’s self-abasement to the point of unhesitating and perhaps even hasty sacrifice is painful, too, but Jigen would never dare go to the same level of deception (except in Goodbye, Partner, apparently? But 1) I haven’t watched it yet and 2) while awful, I still feel like fake betrayal pales in comparison to very convincingly (AND MAYBE REPEATEDLY) faked death).

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

They split driving duties, but Lupin genuinely loves driving and Jigen is more than happy to prop his feet on the Fiat’s dashboard and smoke or sleep the hours away.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the other’s love? and who’s more afraid of losing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!! I think the answer to all of these is ultimately Jigen, but that’s not to say Lupin doesn’t share the exact same worries.

Jigen has a very difficult time believing that his partners’ love is genuine, and since Lupin is the one he knew first, that’s where it first manifests. Jigen has had very, very few good romantic connections in his life (if any). He doesn’t know what Lupin could possibly see in an older, prickly hired killer with a drinking problem and a head full of demons. He’s willing to believe that Lupin keeps him around for his skills, for protection, and for sex, sure, but anything past that? Doubtful. This ties into the other two parts of the question: Jigen is afraid that if he fails in his sharpshooting or his protection, he will be cut out of the gang, or worse, Lupin will end up dead because Jigen slipped up. As mentioned in question 17, Jigen cannot bear to lose Lupin and he would never forgive himself if he believed it was somehow his fault. Accordingly, Jigen takes “failure” that exceeds his usual margin of error very seriously in the early days. Later, he is better about this, but the worst-case scenario still stands.

Lupin, on the other hand, has had plenty of romantic connections, some good, some bad, though it is perhaps telling that Fujiko is his longest romantic relationship other than Jigen. He is afraid that if he doesn’t put on the world’s greatest show at all times, no one will give a rat’s ass about some scrawny grandson of an old French thief (or the perhaps unwanted/disliked son of a ruthless crime lord, because I love that fanon for Lupin the Second). He must live up to and indeed surpass the previous Lupins, he must shower his partners in money and adventure, he must always, always come out on top no matter how south the plan goes, or else what is the point of him? It takes time for him to turn his persona off for more than a few seconds, to let the quieter, sometimes contemplative side that slips through the cracks come to rest out in the open. Years down the road, Jigen finally gets up the courage and the words to tell Lupin that he would love him no matter what he did or where he went, even if that was nothing and nowhere. And again, see question 17 re: losing Jigen.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Lupin is by far the most guilty of this. He’s constantly pulling dumb shit, whether that be for World-Renowned Gentleman Thief reasons or just He May Be Stupid reasons. Case in point: the tunnel scene in The First, after which Jigen was duly impressed. Fortunately for Lupin, Lady Luck must be head over heels for him because the bastard keeps surviving, but sometimes even she can’t save him from medical consequences. Jigen bulk-ordered “Stupid Hurts” band-aids specifically for Lupin. Jigen’s bad choices are more likely to literally backfire on him, but Goemon more than makes up for Jigen’s slack in the Crazy Stunt department.

#I CARE THEY #hope this is comprehensible bc i honestly cannot tell #i have many thoughts on these two human disasters #lupin iii #jigen #asks #the-golden-ghost #long post #meta #I GUESS #can you believe i wrote five pages of meta about 1970s comedy anime characters? fucking hell. i love this fandom.#ship meme

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Jaune was asked to be the photographer in Jessica's Cinder shoot, and he was more than happy to see her in a bikini at the Beacon pool. When they were done, her method of payment was laying back on a pool chair as Jaune fucked her breasts and splattered her face wit cum. The real Cinder was quite jealous.

So here’s my first attempt at a real smut/non sfw written piece with Jessica Nigri. I’m actually very nervous about posting this. I’ve been working on this for a while, constantly debating if I should even do it the entire time. I really hope this doesn’t make me look like a creep, but I also really wanted to finally try writing more raunchy stuff with Jessica Nigri.

But I put too much work into this to just NOT post it, so I guess we will all see how this first one goes and whether or not I’ll do anymore.

I’ll also be posting this to my Archive of Our Own account HERE.

So you all have been warned, what follows is a sort of one-shot (for now) smut piece of Jessica Nigri. You don’t enjoy stuff like that, you don’t have to read past this point.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

The gorgeous Jessica Nigri stretched her arms out over her head and let out a throaty moan. She was currently standing waist deep in the pool in the backyard of her house. Her stretch also ‘unintentionally’ pushed out her chest, making her red and gold bikini strain to keep her well endowed chest contained. She opened her eyes, revealing that her irises were gold instead of brown, and looked over at Jaune who was so kind to offer to be her cameraman after her usual photographer bailed on her just that morning.

She ran her hands through her hair, which was now raven black instead of her usual blonde, and held that pose for the next set of pictures Jaune was going to take.

*SNAP* *SNAP*

Jaune, to his credit, did a great job at focusing on just taking the pictures and doing his job. It wasn’t easy. It got hard to maintain focus when Jessica started to pose more and more provocatively. He didn’t stare, but he had to check the pictures to make sure they were okay. With seeing so many sexy pictures, he couldn’t help the hard on that formed in his white swim trunks. He did the best he could to conceal it, but it was pointless.

Jessica saw the bulge forming from the start. She wasn’t offended or disgusted. She know the effect she had on guys and even some girls. She knew Jaune wasn’t a pervert, he just genuinely thought she was very attractive. That made her smirk a little proudly. It was nice knowing he thought she was pretty not just because she had big boobs.

*SNAP*

Jessica stopped posing and relaxed her body. She sighed and moved towards the stairs of her pool. As she started getting out, she looked to Jaune. “Alright Jaune, I think that’s plenty to work with. Thanks again so much for helping me out on such short notice.”

Jaune looked up from the camera screen, a bit startled by Jessica’s sudden voice. “Y-you sure? We could get a few more if you want.”

“Nah it’s fine. You’ve already taken at least 200 already. Put down the camera and I’ll go inside to get you your money.”

Jaune lowered the camera to waist level, but quickly waved his hand to dismiss Jessica’s. “No no, you don’t need to pay me. I was happy just to help out a friend.”

Jessica dramatically rolled her eyes at his dismissal. Seriously, he could really be too nice for his own good. “Jaune, I’m serious! You took four hours out of your Saturday off from Beacon to come down to Vale and help me with my shoot. I’m paying you.”

Jaune just sighed loudly. “Jessica, you don’t need to do that.”

Jessica grabbed a towel and started drying off her lower body as she fired back, “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“I’m serious Jessica.”

“So am I.”

The bickering between the two friends continued for a few more minutes with the same pattern. Jessica would insist that Jaune take money from her, and he would decline each and every offer.

Their ‘argument’ finally ended when Jaune yelled, “I’m not taking your money Jessica!”

Jessica just groaned in frustration. She was getting really annoyed now. How selfless (or stubborn) do you have to be not to accept money you did a job to earn?! She huffed, blowing a strand of her now black hair off to the side, and crossed her arms under her ample chest. When her girls got pushed up a little because of that, she looked down at them. Then she got a naughty little idea.

“Oh alright, fine Jaune. You don’t have to take my money.”

Jaune sighed in relief. He didn’t like bickering with his friends, especially over something as silly as this. He knows he did earn the money, but he just wouldn’t feel right taking money from his friends. “Thank you Jessica, I just don’t like tak-”

“You can just fuck my big tits instead~.”

Jessica had barely finished saying her newest offer when Jaune promptly froze and turned bright red. The camera slipping from his stiff fingers jogged some life back into Jaune. He fumbled with the camera a few times before getting a solid grip on it again. He rigidly turned to look at the beautiful woman who just made his heart stop. She looked very amused with Jaune’s panic. She wasn’t laughing out loud, but her golden eyes lit up while her upper body shook a little with laughter that she was holding back with tightly shut lips.

It took a minute, but Jessica finally reeled in her shaking and Jaune managed to calm down his blush a little. Now instead of it being his whole face, only his cheeks and ears were red.

Jessica spoke first, her lips in a wide and somewhat smug grin. “Wow. That was quite the-*snrk* reaction, ha ha ha.”

“W-well c-can you blame me!?” Jaune defended himself. “Y-you can’t just go making jokes like that! H-how did you expect me to react!”

“I wasn’t joking.”

…

Jaune’s head tilted to the side, the blush on his face being replaced with a look of confusion. “Huh?”

“I was serious. I’ll give you a boobjob.”

Jaune had zero idea how to respond to that.

So instead, his jaw just went slack and hung open in disbelief. Jessica did him a favor and stepped closer to him. She raised his jaw up with one slender finger on his chin to close his mouth. She slid her nail lightly along the underside of his jawline back towards his ear and then up towards his chin again, flicking her finger off when she ran out of track to follow. The small smirk still on her lips, she asked, “So how do you wanna go about it?”

Jaune sputtered while the red coloring flowed back to his entire face, before managing to speak. “Jessica! How could you say something like that?!”

“What’s the big deal?”

Jaune looked away sheepishly. “Y-you shouldn’t throw your body around like that. I-it’s not right. Your body isn’t something to use like a tool. Especially not for payment.”

Jessica’s brow scrunched up a bit in confusion, before her eyes lit up with realization.“Oooooh, Jaune you’re-” Jessica stopped herself and thought for a bit. He thought that she was offering her body just to pay him back for his help. ‘Oh for the love of-!…Jaune, why do you have to be so sweet and cute, but sooo dense! Okay, blunt it is.’ “Okay Jaune, how about this. I’m going to tell you, very clearly, what I meant by what I said.”

“O-okay?”

“I WANT you to fuck my tits.” Before Jaune could make a sound at hearing this new revelation, Jessica continued. “You weren’t the only one who couldn’t help sneaking a few glances.”

Jaune’s brow raised in confusion. “W-wha?”

Jessica grinned almost hungrily at him. She bit her glossy lower lip and moved her index finger to point down several times. “Those white trunks of yours aren’t that great at hiding anything~.”

Jaune’s eyebrows scrunched together a bit in confusion. He looked down to see what she was referring to, and promptly turned red.

Jaune had apparently gotten a bit distracted by Jessica because he had completely forgotten about the stiff problem in his trunks and stopped trying to hide it some time ago. Well that problem hadn’t gone down in the least. Jessica’s proposition hadn’t helped either. His boner had shifted and started pressing into the front of his trunks full force, making a bulge that no one could miss.

“So what do ya say~?”

Jaune’s attention shot back up to Jessica. While he was looking down at his own crotch, she had moved very close to him. So close they were almost touching. Jaune had to tilt his head a bit to look down at her. He accidently looked down a little too far though and ended up staring directly down her cleavage since her wonderful, bountiful chest was only an inch away from touching his.

As much as Jaune wanted to, he couldn’t look away.

Jessica noticed that he was staring again almost immediately. With a smirk, she quickly bounced on the balls of her feet several times, getting her tits to bounce and jiggle beautifully in her tight red bikini top. Jaune’s eyes stayed locked on them.

“You wanna see if my big girls can help out with your little friend down there~?” Jessica’s eyes had a teasing glint, not that Jaune noticed. He just nodded his head to say yes, or he was still tracking her bouncing tits. Either way, both were good enough for Jessica. She gently took his hand and led him over to the closest pool chair next to a small glass table.

Jessica turned around and sat down on the soft, yellow cushion on the chair. She had to admit it felt pretty nice against her ass cheeks since it was warmed under the sun all day. She brought hands up to undo the knotted string on Jaune’s swim trunks and gently slid them down. The white trunks dropped to Jaune’s ankles, the man’s breath hitching when they did, and it was Jessica’s turn to stare.

Jaune’s very, very hard cock sprung free, no longer being confined in those trunks that now looked way too small to Jessica. ‘How did they manage to keep this dick contained? It has to be a good seven inches at least!’ The seven inch monster in question stood directly out from Jaune’s crotch, completely rigid and with the head aimed directly at her face.

Jessica stared down the shaft of the huge cock, not blinking. She inched her face closer to it briefly, but she pulled back just before her lips touched it. As much as she might want to, that wasn’t the deal. ‘There will probably be another time for that anyways~.’ Jessica heard Jaune whimper though when she pulled away. She glanced up at him with a small smirk. “Don’t worry Jaune, you’re gonna get something else. I think it will be even better too~.”

Jessica swung her legs up onto the lawn chair and scooted back on it. She arched her back and pushed out her chest before laying down against the inclined backrest. She reached over to the glass table and picked up the bottle of sunscreen that was on it next to her scroll. She hadn’t used it for the shoot, but it was always nice to be prepared for anything. After all, she was about to get some great use out of it now.

She flicked open the lid and turned it over right above her tits. She stared directly at Jaune with complete confidence as she squeezed the bottle and felt the chilly white cream landed all over the top and into the valley of her cleavage. For a good five seconds, Jessica just kept layering up the sunscreen. Finally the long, white stream from the bottle ended with a small pouf. She closed the lid and put it back down on the side table next to the chair. She jokingly cleared her throat and looked back to Jaune.

With a smile, she grabbed her own tits, almost slamming her hands down on the soft D cup mounds, still covered by her bikini top. Jaune unconsciously let out a high pitched noise when he saw those big mounds flatten a bit under her hands. His eyes stayed locked on her big tits as her hands slowly began to roll them around. The large amount of sunscreen on top of and in between them slowly began to get spread around every inch of her flawless skin, especially in the wonderful valley between her boobs.

Her smooth, tan skin was soon covered in obvious white streaks from the sunscreen being rubbed in just a little bit. The bikini top she was wearing also shifted and Jaune could just start to see the darker skin of her areolas, and her hard nipples pressing against the fabric.

“That should be enough.” Jessica stopped playing with her own tits and ran her slightly messy hands down her slim waist. She laid back against the back of the lawn chair and pushed her chest out. “Well Jaune, feel free to start whenever you come back to your senses~.”

While Jaune was indeed very distracted by her erotic show just now, he was still very aware of what she said. He hesitantly took a small step out of his swim trunks and closer towards the chair she was laying on, his shins now touching the frame of it and completely naked. A part of him still wanted to decline, another part even wanted to say he’d just take the money now, but those were both very small in comparison to the part of him that wanted what was being offered right in front of him.

Jaune carefully raised his right leg and climbed onto the chair as well, his knees pressing down on the cushion on either side of Jessica’s thighs. He slowly scooted his knees forward and soon had his hard cock positioned above her chest. He looked down at her, then realized he was still holding the camera. With one hand, Jaune reached over and set it down on the same table that the sunscreen bottle was on.

With his hands now free, he grabbed the top of the chair’s back above Jessica’s head. He lowered his hips to position his cock at the bottom of her boobs under the middle bikini strap. He looked at Jessica to make sure it was okay. Their eyes locked and Jessica bit her lower lip as she nodded. Without any more hesitation, Jaune slid his cock head into her vast cleavage.

His cock head hit the skin in between her tits and slid up inside with ease, getting both of them to shiver a bit. Jaune pushed his cock all the way through and pulled his hips back. Within seconds, Jaune had started a steady rhythm of fucking Jessica’s tits. Jaune continued to hump into her cleavage, already loving the amazing feeling enveloping his cock from the incredibly soft pillows enveloping his shaft.

Jessica was also enjoying herself. She looked down from Jaune’s blushing face to her cleavage. She was greeted by the sight of the head of Jaune’s cock popping out, now slick with white sunscreen too. She was pretty impressed that it was big enough to do that. She could also feel just how hot and hard his shaft was. ‘Fuck, it feels like a metal rod! Let’s see how he likes this though~.’

While Jaune did already seem to be in paradise, Jessica decided to make it just a bit more… interesting for him~.

With a smirk, she moved her hands back up to her tits and pushed them together. Jaune gasped as the soft tits that were around his cock started to squeeze down, rubbing the cock between them even more. He stopped moving just to get used to the new tightness. Jessica chuckled as she heard the man above her gasp, letting her know that she made a good move.

Jaune started rolling his hips forward once again, this time needing more force to push into her slick cleavage. Pretty soon, his rolling turned into full on thrusting. Jaune was now literally just fucking her tits without a second thought, letting out small grunt and groans as he did so. His grunts almost drowned out the slick ‘plap’ing sound of his cock pumping in and out between her slippery tits as he thrusted away.

Those weren’t the only noises being made though. Alongside Jaune’s grunts, his cock’s slick ‘plap’s, and Jessica’s own moans and giggles as she watched Jaune eagerly thrust away between her sensitive tits, was a creaking sound coming from the rocking chair they were on. With Jaune’s harder thrusting, the chair had started shaking quite a bit. Jaune had also tightened his grip on the back of the chair, unknowing pulling it towards him with his thrusts. Jessica felt the rocking, but thought nothing of it.

Until Jaune pulled so far that the back of the chair slipped out of the slot keeping its back inclined.

“Aaaah!”

With a surprised yelp, Jessica fell back with the chair. She let out a small “Oouf!” as the chair flattened out. It now looked more like a skinny bed.

“Jessica?! Are you okay?”

Jessica, now laying flat on her back, looked back up to Jaune who was propped above her. He looked at her worriedly and had stopped his thrusting. She smiled and nodded. “Yup! I’m all good. Actually, this position might be better~.” Her hands squeezed and rolled her tits around Jaune’s cock, enticing him to continue. “Though, I still haven’t gotten your white stuff on my tits~. So keep going~.”

Jaune looked at her for a second, but once he saw that she really was okay, he started rocking his cock back into her cleavage again. A few seconds later and he was back to thrusting between her tits as quickly as he had been. The new position they were in was definitely making it a lot easier for him to fuck the sexy cosplayer’s tits.

Jessica didn’t stop helping her girls rub his dick either. Her hands still firmly pushing them around Jaune’s shaft, even sinking her fingers into them a little, making her moan along with Jaune. She glanced over at the table next to them, thinking about pouring some more sunscreen on to help things get really messy, when something else caught her attention.

She saw her scroll though the glass. Seeing that it was more within her reach than the sunscreen bottle, she quickly got another idea. She moved her hand off her left tit and reached over to the table, now using one arm to keep her breasts wrapped tightly around the meaty rod fucking them. She smirked as she started her naughty little plan.

Jaune didn’t see Jessica reach for the table because his eyes were closed, just enjoying his own little paradise at the moment. For a whole minute, Jaune was only focused on pumping faster and faster into her slippery cleavage, his cock still gliding effortlessly into her deep valley. It felt too fucking good to stop now, and he wanted as much pleasure as he could get.

His heavy balls were sliding along her stomach and slapping into her underboob at this point with how heavy his thrusts had gotten. Jaune scrunched his eyes shut even harder and let loose a guttural moan as he felt himself get right to the edge. He could feel his cock twitch and pulse as he finally hit his breaking point.

“Fuuuuuuck! Jessicaaa!” Before Jaune even finished shouting her name, he was already unloading ropes of cum. “Uuuughfuck!” As he continued to release ropes of cum out without care, he felt absolute bliss shoot through him. Nothing could have ruined how amazing he felt right now.

For nearly a minute, Jaune kept shooting loads of his thick cum. He felt them get smaller and smaller though, and soon came to a full stop. Jaune panted heavily, coming down slowly from his climax. The best best one he’d ever had too. He slowly opened his eyes finally and looked down, and his slowly softening cock nearly shot back to attention when he did.

Underneath him was Jessica Nigri, covered in his spunk. everything from her head down to the top of her breasts was covered in thick white ropes of his cum. The sexiest part of that though was seeing her happily lick around her lips and scoop up what cum she could into her mouth, all with a sexy smirk on her glossy lips.

Jessica took her hands off her tits and started using them to scoop up cum off her face. She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly pushed them past her lips one by one, sensually sucking them clean from cum. She moaned in the back of her throat, knowing Jaune was watching her now.

After all her fingers were clean, Jessica parted her lips slightly and pulled her last finger out of her mouth, pulling her bottom lip down a little as it slid out. She looked straight up into Jaune’s eyes and moaned in a sultry voice. “Mmmmmm~. Delicious~.” Jaune blushed when he heard that, getting a small chuckle from Jessica.

After waiting a couple of seconds to let Jaune calm down, Jessica started to sit up, prompting Jaune to back away from her and sit down on the long side of the chair. Jessica made sure that her bikini top was still somewhat fitted on her breasts as she sat up completely, then swung her legs off the chairs side to join Jaune sitting directly next to him. She stretched her arms up above her head with her fingers interlaced, letting out a relaxed sigh. Jaune didn’t stop himself from staring at her chest as she pushed it out.

Jessica’s arms fell back down to her side and she gently started to rub Jaune’s thigh with her right hand. “Mmmmuuuh that was pretty hot Jaune, you have fun~?”

Jaune looked over at her, and eagerly nodded his blushing head. “Yeah, t-that was amazing Jessica.”

Jessica kept smirking and patted his thigh twice with her hand. “Well, maybe that can happen again sometime. Whaddya think of that Jaune~?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Well then, I guess we’re gonna have to try to get together more often huh~? But for now, I think I’m going to go take a shower and get cleaned up a bit. You did get me pretty messy~.” Jessica stood up and picked up her scroll. “If you’d like, I have a spare bathroom with another shower that you could use.” With that, she started to sashay towards her house with a sexy sway in her hips.

Jaune started after those swaying hips and committed them to memory. As Jessica slid her home’s backdoor open, Jaune stood up and picked up his swim trunks, covered his crotch with them and jogged to catch up to her. Jessica stepped aside and let him in first, admiring his fine ass as he walked by. ‘I’m gonna have to compare mine with his sometime~. Those are some firm cheeks~.”

With that thought, Jessica stepped into her home as well and closed the door behind them.

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Chime~

Cinder’s musing on her scroll was interrupted as she received a video message. She also groaned when she saw who it was from. “Uuugh. What does that bimbo want now?” Cinder was really tired of being annoyed by Jessica. Jessica had tried to be ‘friends’ with her at first, but now just seemed to just enjoy annoying Cinder whenever she could. Just the thought of her right now started to make Cinder feel frustrated.

“Whatever it is, it’s probably just a waste of my time.”Despite her better judgement, Cinder still opened the message from Jessica, though a bit begrudgingly. After a few seconds of loading, the video started to play and she was greeted by the sight of her ‘counterpart’ Jessica recording herself by holding her scroll out above her. Cinder could see her body was rocking slightly, but before she could even wonder why that was, the camera began to pan down Jessica’s body.

Revealing a large cock quickly pumping back and forth between her sunscreen covered breasts.

Cinder’s head recoiled back slightly at seeing such a thing on her screen. Because she was farther away from the screen now, Cinder finally noticed that there was a small caption in a tinted dark blue line on the bottom of the video.

[I hope you like trying to catch up Cindy~. I think I have a good step up on you~.]

Cinder scoffed after reading that caption. “What on Remnant is she talking about? What could I possibly need to catch up with…. her…. on…” Cinder’s question trailed off as the camera angle panned again, completely flipping around this time. It landed on the face of a man propped above her.

Not just any strange man either. But Jaune Arc. The Jaune Arc that she had been trying to get to fuck her for weeks, with zero results. And now here he was on her scroll screen, currently fucking this bimbo’s tits!

The video ended while Cinder was ranting in her thoughts. It started to replay on a loop, but before it played the first five seconds again, the screen went blank. Then started to show cracks as Cinder slowly crushed it in her grip. She abruptly stood up and tossed her scroll on to the bed she’d been on.

She straightened out her red dress and started to pace towards the door. “Fine. If that slut wants to try to steal what I want, I’ll happily make her realize her mistake. You wanted me to ‘catch up’ Jessica? Well, I’ll make you regret those words.”

With a determined fire blazing in her eyes, she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn’t pay any of the scared students she passed a second thought. She had to think of a plan of how her desired fucktoy to get back, and rub that bimbo’s face in it when she did.

#rwby #jaune arc #jessica nigri #jaune x jessica nigri #cinder fall #archive of our own #ask #non sfw #lemon #smut story #anonymous

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