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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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I am *respectfully* begging for a oneshot based off the song Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift🥺

okay let’s have a bit of fun with this mwhaha;

The moon was at full peak.

She was sat in the black canvas of a starry sky, shining down on the party below or at least so you thought she was. The flute glasses glowed under her brightness and bubbled with happiness. The pool was reflecting her image so beautifully. Everyone looked amazing in their gorgeous evening outfits of silk and lace, Gucci and Prada, chatting and laughing away as the night was close to striking midnight.

“Such a lovely party, Y/N.” Another guest thanked you, you not having the faintest idea of who they were.

You and Harry were hosting a dinner party in the back garden of his Malibu palace to celebrate his recent success over this past year. He’d had movie after movie, along with an album and a tour. He had done exceptionally well for himself, so he wanted to throw the most lavish party to celebrate with his friends and family that had helped him through it all. You had been in charge of organising food and a live band, Harry in charge of the guest list, Mitch in charge of decorations - bu really it had been Sarah - and Gemma in charge of the drinks; specifically champagne.

“I’m glad.” You smiled, as you poured yourself another glass of the bubbles. You felt the warmth of someones hand slide onto your exposed back, making you shiver with temptation and love.

“Have I told you just how beautiful you look this evening?” Harry spoke softly against your ear, kissing over the skin where his words had touched you.

He had been showing you off all night, always introducing you as ‘my beautiful girlfriend’ and keeping you close to him whenever he could. He would pull out his wallet and show people the picture he kept of you in there. It was one he’d taken of you laughing as you ran away from him on the beach. Even though the photo was black and white it was obvious how happy you were. He loved having you near and whenever someone said that they hadn’t seen you yet, he knew to go straight to the desserts table and find you shovelling yet another chocolate coated strawberry into your mouth not-so-gracefully.

“You have, but I won’t stop you if you want to do it again.” You replied, quite enjoying the flattering compliments. You’d dressed yourself in a silky evening gown that was in a deep red colour and Harry was having a hard time keeping his hands off of you. The front was v-cut, with the back completely open too, so it left your skin exposed for Harry to treat himself to. You turned around in his hold and pushed your body into his, making him hum in appreciation.

“I can’t stop thinking how much I want to kiss you.” He looked at your lips as he spoke, wanting to stain his own lips with the bold colour you’d painted on yours. You were so delicious and he wanted to devour every inch of you.

“Well what’s stopping you?” You reached a hand up to scrunch his curls under your fingers, the bracelets on your arm sliding down and jingling with another.

“Meet me upstairs in 5 minutes.” He replied, making you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity of what he was playing at.

“Should I ask why?”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want to answer when my mum is standing just across the room.” He made you both chuckle, before leaning back from you to give you a quick once over. “Wow.” He breathed out, the biggest grin to his face. “5 minutes.”

And then he was gone.

You bit your lip as he rushed straight over to his mum and sister, who were both eagerly smiling at him. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little more at the sight. He was so innocent and full of love and happiness, you were so in awe of him and his beautiful qualities.

You did a quick scour of the room, making sure there were no unhappy faces, before heading in the direction of the bathroom to freshen up before visiting Harry. As you walked up the stairs you noticed a conversation between one of Harry’s cousins and one of his American friends, it sounded quite argumentative so you went to make sure everything was alright.

“You both okay?” You asked sweetly, your heels clicking on the floor as you approached them.

“God you’re just everywhere aren’t you?” The friend laughed, but you could tell she wasn’t laughing for a joke.

“I’m sorry?” You asked shocked at her tone, wondering what the problem was here.

“You’re so up in everyone else’s business always.”

“I don’t understand—”

“No of course you don’t. God, I understand why Harry finds you so annoying and clingy.”

“Kia—” The cousin gasped in shock of Kia’s words.

“No, you know i’m right Rachel just be quiet.” Kia shushed Rachel and brought her attention back to you.

“Harry thinks i’m clingy?” You asked, trying to understand what was really going on.

“That amongst lots of other things.”

“He would never. He loves me.” Your argued, slight tears in your eyes from letting her get to you like this. It was different than tabloids because you were actually hearing it from someone’s mouth, rather than an edited and faceless article. It stung so much more.

“And? Did you really think he would ever stick around for someone like you?” Kia laughed and then walked off, strutting her and her perfect body away from you and back to the main party area. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to understand what her words truly meant to you.

“Y/N…” Rachel tried to console you, but you didn’t want her. You wanted Harry and yet now you didn’t.

“Do you think all that too?” You asked quietly, scared to hear an answer. You got your answer though when she spoke nothing and tilted her head down in shame. You understood. “Okay, thank you.” You quietly said and tried your best to smile, but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

You started walking towards the stairs, thinking what this all meant. You always had a back thought that Harry was too good for you, but you just never let yourself be put in the position to think upon that thought. Now though. Now, you were thinking.

Of course you would be naive enough to think that your happily ever after would be with the one man who’s heart could be taken by every other woman on the planet. Even your university teacher had once talked about having a crush on him and he had only been 21 at the time. You never thought here, when he was 27, would you possibly be the one to hold his heart. You did, though, but it wouldn’t be forever - Kia was right, Rachel was right. Everyone knew, but you were just too blinded by his love for you right now to think that it will just wilt away in the future. You were a rose, beautiful and in it’s prime as it flourished on the love it was fed, but after time when even the smallest amounts of love are forgotten to be given the rose wilts and so dies. It’s forgotten about in turn and left to degrade itself into oblivion.

You walked the stairs slowly, completely numb to your core. How could all of 5 minutes turn your emotions 180° and permanently? Your brain ran over the thoughts and little moments that you should’ve picked up on before. Like, when Harry forgot your anniversary and blowing it off that he had been at some work-do but he’d really been at Karlie Kloss’ birthday party. Like, when Harry stopped sending you postcards when he was on tour. Like, when he did that heart-rate test and saw a picture of Camille, looking utterly stunning, on the Victoria Secret runway his heart beat was incredibly high. Is that what he wanted 30 years from now? A model? Someone who was in the same business as him and could understand. You tried to, you really did, but it was starting to feel like maybe you weren’t to be enough.

Making your way down the hallway this way, you couldn’t help but feel like it was for the last time. There was this gut feeling that whatever Harry wanted you for, was going to make sure you were both reminded why you couldn’t be together.

“Damn. You’re a vision.” Harry whistled and you then spotted him at the end of the hallway, the moon shining in through the window and lighting him up like the pure angel he was. You weren’t worthy of his heart. You could only chuckle, not having the passion to make a flirty comment back. Not anymore.

“Listen Harry—” “Okay I have to ask you—” You both talked at the same time, bringing only a nervous chuckle to your face.

“You first.” He offered.

“No, you.” You offered back and he took it.

“Okay, alright.” He breathed in heavily. “You’re so beautiful.” He started, making you blush a little but it was dim up here so you weren’t worried about him noticing. Hopefully he didn’t see the sadness in your eyes either.

“Thank you.” You replied humbly.

“And I want to be able to wake up and tell you that every single day—”

“Harry…” You cut him off, your heart having just dropped so low to the floor.

“Yes?”

“Is this…”

“If you let me continue, yes.” He laughed, thinking that you were happy for him to continue. He was about to, but you cut him off.

“Don’t.” You said, a shake in your voice that was very apparent.

“Don’t— what?” He asked confused, stepping closer to you and only for you to step back. He stopped when he noticed that he would not be able to make distance to you, furrowing his eyebrows and looking hurt. Really hurt. Pain that you and you alone were causing him.

“Don’t ask me the question I think you’re about to.” You held of your hand to both stop him coming closer and to stop him talking. “Just don’t.”

“Baby… what?” Harry asked confused, tears visible in his eyes now. He just wanted to be near you and understand.

“Harry… Don’t make me say it.” You warned him.

“Say what?”

“Harry…”

“Y/N, say what?”

“No!” You shouted, loud enough that people downstairs might’ve heard. “No, Harry. No. I won’t marry you.” You started to cry and let the tears fall freely. You deserved to feel like your heart had been ripped from your chest, the same way you deserved to cry forever. You deserved nothing but pain to repay the damage you’d caused Harry.

“Wha—” He started, but you were too selfish to stick around and watch him crumble. You shot off down the hallway and down the stairs, making your way to the front door. Luckily you didn’t have to go through the masses of people to face the disappointing faces. Luckily no one had to see your cries, except Kia. She was stood by the front door, holding out your coat already as if she were waiting for you.

“Kia what—”

“You thought this evening was for Harry? No. It was for you.” She shoved your coat to you, making you stumble back from the force.

“What?”

“This was your surprise engagement party, with the surprise being the fucking engagement. Everyone knew about it apart from you. He had this plan of asking you and then coming downstairs to everyone yelling surprise. Seems like you fucked that up though.” She sneered at you and your sobs fell from your throat harder than before, your makeup ruining the prettiness of your face as it ran from all the salty tears.

“But you…”

“I what? Said a bunch of bullshit? I was only saying things you’ve heard a million times before. I was making sure you were the right person for our Harry. Seems like you’re far from it.” She chuckled, shaking her head in disappointment at you.

“You’re cruel.”

“No, Y/N, you are. You just did the one thing that I would’ve never done; break Harry’s heart.” She looked at you in disgust before opening the door for you. You gave her one last look, hate in her eyes for you, before you walked outside with the door slamming forcefully behind you. Your heart being left besides Harry’s broken one.

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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Okay but this cheating Drabble/one shot thing you got going on is GOLDEN. Dabi and S/O tie up hawks so he has to watch dabi be better to S/O than hawks ever was.I have so many thoughts right now.Head full,head so full.

thank u for this one. part 4, the final one, of the cheating dabihawks x reader drabble series. a spontaneous bit of continuity :’^)

also, throwing this in here to, i just hit 2k. thank y’all so much. like. endlessly. thank u for engaging and reading and being here. i love y’all.

now, heres some FOOD

warnings: humiliation, degradation, revenge sex, restraints, subby keigo

|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 (final) ||

Watching Keigo squirm in the wooden chair, bound and nearly wingless, was fucking heaven. He looked fairly pathetic, all things considered. Ordering him to strip naked while Dabi gave you the same treatment was euphoric. The little, swollen tears that dripped down Keigo’s face might’ve been concerning, but the slap of his fat cock against his abs was telltale.

The bastard enjoyed it.

It had to be humiliating, watching one of your worst enemies (or fuck buddies? It was hard to tell with them) feel up your ex while you moaned, all high and gasping and pretty, just for Dabi.

You took pleasure in strapping him into the plain chair. He’d shuddered as you tightened his binds, cock leaking against his tummy.

You spit in his mouth for it.

...

His dick leaked more.

“God, he’s such a slut, should've known,” Dabi drawled from the bed, seated on its edge. He patted his clothed thigh. “Come on, over here, baby.”

You complied, swaying your hips in a way that you knew drove Keigo wild. Or, did, maybe, if he hadn’t been lying about that as well. You could hardly care. Maybe Keigo was the sex demon in bed that tabloids made him out to be, but he didn’t grace you with that side of himself. You assumed, rage boiling in your gut, that that was more than likely saved for his side piece.

You dropped onto Dabi’s lap, facing Keigo with a grin on your face. Dabi instantly was on you, guiding and twisting your face to tongue fuck your mouth. There wasn’t reverie in it (though, Dabi had shown you that in the aftermath of it all), it was just ownership.

Claiming.

Your hands wound into Dabi’s hair, his hands going to your tits, your thighs, even scalding the skin of your throat.

You loved every second of it.

When you stole a glance at Keigo, you nearly came on the spot.

He was stone still, mouth open, and nearly drooling. His cock stood flushed and proud against the toned plane of his stomach. A steady stream of preek leaked from the tip, a few stray tears splattering down and mixing into the mess.

“Messy boy,” you hummed, quickly turning back to Dabi.

Dabi was happy to indulge in your revenge fantasy. You wanted Keigo to feel like shit, and Keigo got off on feeling like shit and wanted to feel like shit for being such a piece of shit. It all worked out squarely. Plus, Dabi would get to watch the hero’s mind shatter while he reamed you so hard, you’d pass out.

You were too good for Keigo, anyways. Way too nice, way too pretty, way too fucking caring to be with someone who fucked around with you like you were just common trash. Dabi truly did respect you, especially since seeing the way you ground the heel of your words and actions into Keigo’s ego.

Dabi liked seeing people break. Getting to be the tool to break you while shattering Keigo (and his cock) was his absolute pleasure.

You writhed on his lap, grinding your hips against his stiffened cock, whines bubbling from your lips when the balls of the piercings rubbed against your puffy clit.

“Awww, Keigo,” Dabi sneered the hero’s true name like it was rotten wine. “How does it feel to see your little dove getting someone else’s cock?”

Keigo whined, biting his lip so hard, it might as well have bled.

“I’m not his,” you bit out, tugging at the roots of Dabi’s hair, tilting his head. You sucked along his neck, relishing the low groans and moans he released. They were counterpointed, like some sort of sick harmony, with Keigo’s high whines and... pleas?

You would’ve thought that Keigo would have begged for forgiveness. Begged to be heard out, begged to be given another chance. You expected the same dribble he’d been spewing since you’d caught him those weeks ago.

But, what you were given was sweet, sweet cries for—

“Please, please, one of you, please — !” Keigo sobbed against his binds. “Touch me!”

Maybe you would’ve paused.

But, not Dabi.

Dabi fucked up into you in a single, swift motion, slick gushing from your cunt onto the sheets below. You yelped, sobbing into the air as Dabi gave you a few precious moments to flutter around his girth. His scarred hands and arms hooked under your thighs, bearing all of you to Keigo.

You were all certain that the visceral image of Dabi, balls deep in your cunt, wouldn’t ever leave any of your minds, no matter the angle that you were viewing or experiencing it from.

“Please —” Keigo sputtered, cock head burning a deep red. It was cruel to leave him untouched. “It hurts.”

Good.

“You know,” Dabi huffed, raising you up, then dropping you onto his cock again. You tore the air with your screams of hot pleasure. “You’re hopeless, Keigo.”

Keigo cried, truly cried, hanging his head. You were too fucked out to give your own retorts, mind spinning as Dabi fucked you perfectly with each thrust, hard and deep.

“You had such a nice piece of ass. Real sweet. Cares, really does. Fucks like a whore and pleases like a wife.”

You and Keigo both keened, the shame of it all burning your cores like hot irons.

“But, you, you self-righteous, lazy-ass bastard, left your sweet girl on the sidelines for months? Couldn’t even bother to tell her. Strung her along like cheap pearls, right, Kei’?”

Keigo legitimately wailed at the use of his real name, breaths coming harsh and fast. Your head lolled back against Dabi’s chest, eyes wide, glazed and fucked out.

“That’s fine, though. I can fuck her like she deserves. Slow and deep if she wants, rough and fast, any way and any time. She’s more than earned it, putting up with a prick like you for so long.”

Keigo hung his head, hair soaked with sweat as his hips attempted to roll against his binds. You were begging under your breath, little words and sweet nothings as Dabi thumbed at your clit. He was getting close, all of the monologuing getting him a lot more hot than he anticipated.

“And you know what else, Keigo? You threw her away for some cheap model who only wanted your ‘name’. You really are the hero people say you are — throwing away what matters most to you!”

Oh.

Dabi fucked up one last time into you, slamming against your cervix and filling you. He kept his hand on your stomach, pressing and feeling the twitching of your cunt as you spasmed through your own orgasm, going rigid on his chest.

Your sweet cries of his name suffocated the air.

And Keigo?

Poor fucking Keigo.

As Dabi roused himself from his euphoria, leaving a few stray kisses on your crown, he paused.

What a sick fuck.

Keigo’s head hung limp. For a moment, Dabi thought he had passed out.

Oh no.

Keigo was sucking in breaths, panting like the hound he was, cock soft and sticky in his lap. Cum painted his face, tangled in his hair, dripping onto the floor and chair below as he weeped with a relieved smile on his face.

This might just work out.

#justfuckingpeachy #salem writes #drabble #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #dabi #hawks #dabihawks x reader #dabi x reader x hawks #thank u all :'^)#just a lil weepy with some beer in my tum over here #enjoy the food #:''^))

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ktheist · 4 years ago

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final installment to the to my dear friend series.

prompt.“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.” (x)

muses. jungkook x reader

genre. university au. fwb. f2l.

words. 8.9k

first installment. friend in me.

warnings. implied smut, mentions of name calling

synopsis. the goody-two-shoes. the girl who always sits in one of the front rows in class. that girl that has literal models as friends while she comes to classes in sweats.

you identify with all of these.

but what you don’t ever want to be known as, is that freaky girl who had sex at a semi-public place, in the back room of the student lounge with the most drool-worthy man at the faculty.

and that’s exactly what kim namjoon, your ex-boyfriend, manifested when he publicly announced to everyone from your faculty of your oh-so-sweet time together, “come on, ___, everyone wants to know if you begged me to be your first and how we fucked in the back room of the student lounge.”

the moment jeon jungkook’s name which you have saved as koo, flashes across the screen - time stops. so does your heart as you meet taehyung’s eyes which were just fixed on your phone before you flip it over and press the stickers engraved case with the your hand as though afraid he might be able to see through the aluminum and read the text jungkook sent you.

which is just-

koo: heyy

“um, excuse me,” jisoo, having been more focused on the group you lowly pointed out to be stealing glances your way and unlike you, she’s in the middle of raising her hand with an index finger pointing upwards, deep maroon lips pursed in annoyance as the group begins to whisper amongst them and looking back at your table as though in disbelief that someone would actually call them out, “yes, you guys - especially the girl with the fake channel jacket - ever heard of minding your damn business?”

“jisoo,” you hiss, yanking her hand back down and slamming it against the table, “i don’t care, they can say whatever they-“

“at least have the decency to be original if you wanna shit talk someone,” lisa speaks over you, as though she can’t hear your protest.

“taehyung, stop them,” you lean over the table in a hushed whisper, catching the man’s blank gaze whilst he slurps on his smoothie as though he sees nothing wrong with the whole setting. and it’s definitely not the nasty bruise around his eyes that’s impairing his vision - nor judgement for that matter.

“what?” he chirps, willfully unaware of the tension in the air.

“oh��god,” you finally slump into your seat, head lowered in an attempt to let your tresses fall over your face and cover it as you pretend to rub the temple of your head, hoping - wishing a hole would open and up and swallow you right here and now.

hurried footsteps of the group trying to pretend like they’re not in a rush pass behind you. words like, “rude much?”, “ugh, we don’t even care”, “attention whore.” among other things echoing in murmurs into the air before the tranquil blanket of silence settles back over the vicinity.

lisa’s glare of death takes on a much cheerful light as she grins at the older girl as they high five over the table.

“guys, thanks but you didn’t have to do that,” is the first thing you say after you lift your head, a half-hearted smile on your lips, “i don’t really care and quite honestly they have every right to be here as much as we do.”

“sweetie, the fact that you were laughing with us just a minute ago and stopped all of a sudden means you do care,” jisoo says pointedly, deep maroon lips pursed together in a ‘don’t lie to me’ manner and once she sees your lips clamping together and possibly said lie getting swallowed into your throat, she continues, “- and that’s completely valid. they should’ve know to keep their mouths shut if they wanna eat here too.”

“okay, maybe i do care but i can’t stop them from stealing glances or pointing me out to anyone who doesn’t know me or doesn’t know how i look which i’m sure is just meh,” before lisa could interject, you hold up a finger, “i know i can look pretty at times,” you offer an assuring smile before sighing at your next words, “but honestly, at this point, i can literally hear the ‘that’s the girl that tricked namjoon into dating her last year’ everywhere i go and i’m kind of used it.”

“but you didn’t trick him and he started it first,” taehyung doesn’t exactly slam the cup onto the table but he doesn’t gently set it down either and the sound is audible enough the little corner you’ve booked for yourselves.

“does it matter? that’s what word has it around here anyway,” shrugging, you take a spoonful of the vanilla ice cream into your mouth.

“it sucks,” jimin, ever the listener and the one person who’s never put his phone down until now, finally speaks the word of the day - not a particularly profound one but they fit the situation, “but i mean, this’ll all blow over in a month.”

almost as though they share the same wavelength, lisa and jisoo begin grumbling out protests

“ugh, jimin.” lisa narrows her eyes at him, face contorted in disgust while jisoo gasps, wide-eyed, “park jimin, i raised you better than this.”

“what?” the man in question - questions, crescent eyes turning into a pair of full moons, shining with utter confusion as he looks he repeats the same word over an over again with increasing remorse, “no- seriously, what did i say?”

“it’s easy for you,” jeongyeon chirps from next to you, perfect nude acrylics gleaming mutedly as she holds a fry she stole from his plate in the air, “you’re a guy,” and only then she pops the fry into her mouth.

“where did she come from?” a frown etches itself onto taehyung’s face as he stares at the newcomer as though she grew another head.

“unless jeongyeon has witchery powers then my best bet is through the door,” shrugging, you pick up the vapor dotted cup, the sound of ice clicking against each other as you twirl the straw around gets drowned by the series of agreement from the two girls.

“what does that even mean?” with hair mussed from and eyes almost as wide as a mad man in search for the truth - the only thing he’s missing is an overgrown unkept beard - jimin’s raised voice brings you back to the issue at hand, spurred by jeongyeon’s ominously vague prophecy.

“it means,” you set the cup down after sipping on the chocolatey goodness , “guys get worshipped like some sex god when their body counts get exposed and people will be lining up to get laid by him but when it’s a girl who gets her, for once, healthy sex life and keeps to one partner like me gets ‘exposed,’” hands raised, you curl your index and middle fingers inwards in an indicative nature, “let’s just say it doesn’t really help me climb up the social ladder.”

shrugging, you continue, “like yeah, maybe it’ll blow over like you said and our friends probably don’t care - they’re treating me the same but i can see our mutual friends becoming distant even though they don’t show but just this morning i went up to jennie kim was the to ask about the thing we have to do for a group project and i can kinda see it in her eyes. she sees me as that girl who begged kim namjoon to have sex with her, dumped him and got with the next cute guy of the century. and that impression of me is always gonna keep lurking in the back of everyone’s minds whether they do it consciously or not.”

a pause lapses in between you, not quite as profound as jimin’s jaw-drop is making it to be but maybe it is for him. the others continue to munch on their fries and jeongyeon just stole jimin’s drink, opened the cap and took a sip instead of using the straw, murmuring something about not taking any chances because ‘don’t know where his mouth’s been.’

it’s several heartbeats until jimin recovers from the load of information before he lets out an-

“oh.”

“yeah,” lisa nods, shooting him a ‘now you know’ look before turning to you with a pointed expression as though she’s ready to move on to a more pressing topic which was absurd because what else could be more pressing than your mid college term crisis-

“and you should say what you said just now to jungkook instead of ghosting him”

-except the fact that you thought you were subtle enough in flipping your phone’s screen upside down and pretending like you were listening to whatever whoever was speaking.

all of a sudden, the heat of five pairs of eyes are on you. but those who are truly stricken by the news are jimin and jeongyeon, the latter’s gaze being unavoidable because she’s sitting smack dab right next to you, “wait,” a tense pause wedges its way in the miniature space between you and her, “you’re ghosting jeon jungkook?”

“i-i just-“ there’s something in the way her tone rises at his name and the sheer absurdity of it all that makes your heart wrench in guilt and discomfort, “i’m not gonna ghost him for forever-“

“you should though.” taehyung waves a fry in your face before popping it into his mouth.

“-i just need time to like, process everything. i mean, it happened just yesterday,” by the end of your attempt to explain yourself, you can feel your shoulder line falling as you sigh, back leaned against the chair, the fries no longer looking appetizing.

“it’s partly his fault for flaunting out your sex lives to the entire world,” taehyung points out.

“shut it, tae,” jisoo hisses before turning to you, “take all the time you need, sweetie,” she rests her cheek on your shoulder as she side hugs you, probably finally comprehending the level of confusion and frustration all at once that forbids you from texting jungkook back the moment he texted you which was just minutes after the car disappears around the intersection and his figure disappear from sight last night.

the moment jeongyeon stepped through the crowd and stopped next to you with the clack of her boots and the sheer ‘oh honey, you’re not ready for that talk,’ nature, you decided right then and there, if jeongyeon asked you to shave off your hair and hand it over in a tray, you would in a heartbeat.

“since ____ didn’t wanna say anything, i figured she did get you to sleep with her but felt bad about it,” the hand she kept tucked under her arm falls away to reveal the hundred bucks she’s holding in your face.

by then, you had a hunch of what she was planning in that wonderful head of hers but the weight of the tens of pairs of eyes had made you wary. it was jeongyeon’s plan, all you had to do was just run with it, not run it.

wordlessly, you took the folded note, smoothed the cripple out of it as best as you could before folding it in two and tucking it into your bra. the bouts of gasps that broke out was what gave you the push to meet namjoon’s gaze with a blank one and shrug, “what? i went through all the trouble to get you to sleep with me and put up with dating you for six months - i should at least get my pay,” murmurs echo through out the room as well as several ‘ooh’s at the revelation.

the man’s face had turned several shades darker. eyes trained on you like you were all he sees. like a predator to his prey. once upon a time, you might have found the way he was so rapt with something heartfluttering - attractive even as you sat at the bleachers, cheering on your secret boyfriend whilst he instructed his team through the mic. circuit breaker had never came out anything but victorious when kim namjoon was that focused.

if only looks could kill, you’d be dead.

“that’s right, it was just a bet we made in first year,” jeongyeon’s tilted crimson smirk had been tucked with something like wicked humor as her shoulder line jolted with her laughter.

first year, you were that lost kid who bent over backwards to be everyone’s friends and ended with none. namjoon knew that, like how he knew this was all a lie and yet perhaps that was why you could almost picture the brood of clouds looming over his head. the same look that would settle over his face as he shifted through courses of action to take for that one possible outcome that lead to circuit breaker’s victory.

your heartbeat stuttered when he began to stand straighter, arms crossed over muscled chest. his naturally tall stature had allowed him to look down on you like gum under his shoe, “quite pathetic that she had to beg to win a bet.”

the ground opening up and swallowing you whole right then and there had remained but a wishful thinking. the seconds seemed to stretch on for hours on end with gazes burning right through your skull. you could almost hear the ghostly whispers of “oh my god,” “who does she think she is?” “what a slut.”

“wasn’t that like a year ago?” somewhere from your other side, a snicker hit the air like a mockery and a hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a familiar scent of lemongrass and musk. how your own arm went around his to side hug his waist had been a surprise to you too, the action was as natural as breathing.

“i mean,” jungkook drawled with a shrug, “kinda sad that you’re still hung up over a girl but i get it - i know how amazing ____ is,” with a slight lean towards the older man, the low murmur couldn’t have been any louder, “we did it on the side of the street once,” a gasp from the ever loyal audience, “the balcony,” another gasp, “under a bridge,” there isn’t any more gasps - the audience must have ran out of responses, “in the changing room,” just when you thought he was going to spell out every single spot you had sex at on the list, jungkook finally laughed, “honestly any place you can think of - but yeah, keep dreaming about the back room of the student lounge cause that’s probably the most adventurous a dude like you would ever be.”

the shock painted over jimin’s jaw drop, jisoo’s eyes glancing from left to right, jeongyeon’s pursed lips and muted whistle didn’t exactly go past you. but you were more focused on the way the man in front of you, the one you thought you gave everything to, was the one speechless between the two of you.

the smile you wore was a lazy one but the words you threw back at him didn’t bloom in your chest with satisfaction of retribution the way you thought they would, “get over it, namjoon.”

in hindsight, you should’ve known it would come back and bite your ass. but you didn’t think the reaction would be this immediate. by monday morning, you were already getting strange looks and one not-so-pleasant experience of hearing snide laughter as you passed a group of students with the faintest but clearest, “what a whore.”

by noon, your reputation was pretty much set in stones - though your closest friend circle tried to convince you that it wasn’t as bad as it seems. that was, until another group of students walked into the cafe and most of them kept glancing at you like you’re some wild animal in a zoo.

“oh!” you could almost see a light bulb going off on jeongyeon’s head - as though a thought just crossed her, “i forgot what i came here for but anyway, i got tea!”

“girl,” lisa raises her brows with an obvious ‘what-are-you-waiting-for’ smile, “spill.”

and from the way way everyone else is quiet but focused on the woman, including you, it’s safe to say lisa’s words spoke for all of you. knowing that she holds the sole attention of the people at the table, jeongyeon smirks playfully, “guess what?”

“what?” taehyung says plainly.

“you’re supposed to guess, idiot,” she rolls her eyes but recovers from the brunette’s lack of effort as she basically bounces in her seat like a ball of excitement, “kim namjoon got kicked out of circuit breaker! the dean himself had a ‘little word’ with him. just. now.”

it would have come off as a pleasant news - cheer-worthy even. if not for one simple fact: that the dean is none other than jimin’s mother.

“oh my fucking god, yes!” lisa yelps, while jisoo extends her arms across the aforementioned woman to reach for the giggling man on her other side, “come here, let me hug you park jimin!” since it’s a round table, it makes the notion of hugs more plausible but since lisa is sitting between them, she ends up sandwiched with jisoo’s arms around her and jimin leaning into her in order to let the rest of jisoo’s arms encase around his neck.

“to be fair, he got kicked out because he and tae got in a fight,” the bleach blond man chuckles, “so tae’s punishment is being professor yoon’s unpaid assistant.” the position doesn’t seem ideal but the three doesn’t seem to mind - they look like they enjoy it.

“it was worth it,” taehyung shrugs when he catches your eyes, knowing full well the wave of guilt that rushes through you so instead, you mouth him a ‘i owe you one.’

by the time lunch ends (for you and jimin at least since the others seem to have another free hour before their classes start), you find yourself taking up jimin’s offer to sit with him at the back instead of the fifth row from the front that was just perfect for a not-so-serious-but-not-so-laxed-student vibe.

“hey, jimin - thanks,” you say in between the class filling up and him texting someone on his phone which he puts down on the table after your words of gratitude fill the air, “for talking to your mom for me.”

“that’s the least i can do,” he fixes you with a half-hearted smile - probably wishing he’d be able to throw a punch where it was needed but you know park jimin wouldn’t be park jimin if he wasn’t this adorable, good natured person with the kindest heart that could barely hurt a fly let alone a person. even if that person is a douchebag like namjoon, “‘sides, mom’s always preaching about equality for both genders and kim basically sexually harassed you, i’m sorry i couldn’t stand up for you like tae-“

“no, don’t say that,” you frown, hands tugging on his biceps. slipping your around the aforementioned biceps, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the rising tension of your pursed lips, “everyone has their own friendship language - and finding a peaceful way to get back to someone who hurt your friend, is yours. so thank you for being you,” you pause just for the briefest moment when you accidentally meet the eyes of one of your friends - the flash in their eyes projecting their not-so-friendly thoughts at the sight of you, “thanks for being my friend, jimin.”

something soft bumps the top of your head as you feel his neck crane briefly, “thanks for being my friend too- jisoo would beat your ass for saying this though.”

at the mention of the spirited friend of yours, you both break out into fits of giggles. “jisoo would probably buy chicken tie my to a chair while dangling a drumstick until i promise to stop saying ‘weird things.’”

by ‘weird things’ it meant thanking them or even projecting any form of gratitude which shouldn’t even be a thing to be grateful for because, as she would aggressively yet lovingly insist, and as jimin acts out, “she’d probably be ‘it’s obvious we’d be friends because you’re the baddest bitch - girl, you’re that bitch.’”

it’s even funnier when he tries to mimic her way of speech and tone. for a moment, as you continue to narrate what your two other best friends would have done in the setting, both of you laughing into each other’s faces, the watchful eyes don’t seem all that intimidating.

throughout the evening, you spend it with your friends. watching movies and sleeping over at jimin’s - since he’s the only one who owns an apartment and doesn’t have a cranky roommate, going to class with yesterday’s jeans and jimin’s stolen hoodies to which he looked slightly perturbed at the realization that that’s three hoodies he probably wouldn’t get back even though you promised to wash it and give it back. but he the matter seems to fly out the window once you stopped by mcdonald’s for breakfast.

you may or may not have neglected pending projects group work but your friends didn’t seem to care -jisoo and jimin were rushing to group meetings this morning but after lisa’s five minute therapy-esque session for you to stop apologizing for inconveniencing them when you thought they must have (they did) pushed back on a lot of plans just to spend time with you and make sure you’re okay, you’d finally turned the ‘sorry’s to ‘thank you’s.

it was some time when you were walking to a class you shared with taehyung, that his looming frame easily catches what exactly you’re doing on your phone and begrudgingly points out, “ugh, you’re still texting him? after promising you’ll choose yourself first?”

to be fair, it was a short and sweet text saying ‘hey, i’m fine. sorry i didn’t reply to your texts, just have a lot going on atm’ without any emojis but also no period at the end because you didn’t want to seem like you’re mad. but besides that, you’re not entirely sure what exactly you feel for jungkook because like taehyung said-

“he‘s a different kind of asshole,” his tone was light but if there’s anything a whole year of knowing kim taehyung did, it was catching onto the way his voice strains and his avoidance to look at you as he speaks, “does he even know what he did to you? what you’re going through right now?”

it was true that the after effect of jungkook listing out the places you both had sex at has finally come to bite you in the ass. but-

“nobody would’ve thought the things jungkook said would backfire like this,” and yet you tug on the sleeves of jimin’s hoodie, voice small.

the man’s abrupt stop forces you to stop too, leaving you no choice but to meet his frowning face, “everyone knows what stuff like that’ll do more to girls than guys.”

it’s the pause that you took. the hesitance that taehyung must’ve seen shining brighter than your reputation allows it.

“you know what- do whatever you want,” and with that he leaves you on the side of the corridor to stare at his broad back as he walks away.

there’s no way you’ll go up and sit with him at the back like you did with jimin. but it wasn’t the empty spots next to you that made your heart clench - it was the way he deliberately turned away from you when your eyes met as you entered and he took a seat.

it’s some time after the professor left the class, whilst your phone vibrates rapidly with onslaught of messages, do you finally pick it up with one goal in mind.

koo: oh okay

koo: hope you’re doing okay

koo: i’m here if you wanna talk

he hasn’t finished typing when you tap out a simple ‘sorry’ and switching to-

you: thank you really but i think it’s better if we don’t text anymore

only to see another blue bubble pop on the screen at the same time as yours.

koo: i miss you

by the end of the very, very, very long day, you’re finally able to throw yourself onto your soft plush bedsheets. your friends don’t know that taehyung’s mad at you and isn’t talking to you - his sporadic off-days being the reason for them to assume that this is one of those days.

and they didn’t really push you to talk either, choosing to give you space after they robbed you off yours by kidnapping you to have a best friend’s night last night.

much to your dismay, not even five minutes into melting into the comforts of your bed, your stomach starts growling like a wild animal that hasn’t been fed in weeks. despite distantly remembering finishing the last pack of ramen last week, you still drag your feet to the kitchen in search for a instant noodles that, after opening the cupboard, you confirm, isn’t there.

and that’s how you end up trudging down the streets with flip flops and hair poking underneath the hood of jimin’s hoodie. a surge of gratification shoots through your veins when you see the last cup of your favorite spicy ramen on the shelf. not bothering to go back, you take a seat at one of the high stools facing the wall-sized window after paying for it.

it takes a few texts and scrolling through instagram before the ramen is ready. but it’s jeongyeon’s panic-induced tone that takes up most of your time.

jeongyeon: ok so ik you’re gonna be mad at me but pls don’t be

you: what issit tho

jeongyeon: you gotta promise 🤙

with a growl of your stomach demanding to be fed, you place your phone down with a misspelled loophole ‘yea i pro mizz 🤙🤙🤙’

and if getting a certification as your faculty’s resident hoe isn’t enough, in that moment, with ramen dangling from your mouth and puffed cheek, your eyes stops on a brunette boy who stops dead in his track when he sees you.

somewhere on the smooth surface of the table, your phone vibrates with a pop up notification.

jeongyeon: ok so jeon jungkook texted me about you and i kinda told him he should ask you himself but then i thought it kinda indicated that something’s wrong

another ping.

jeongyeon: i didn’t tell him anything else tho!!!

“i don’t know what to say - i’m sorry, didn’t think it would be this bad,” jungkook confesses, head hung low, hair hiding most of his face and disallowing you from reading his emotions.

after jeongyeon ominously told jungkook to ask you about why she can’t tell him anything about how you’re doing now, jungkook had rushed to your place because it was obvious that his texts would be left on read, “maybe i should’ve taken it for what it is but i-,” he’d stopped short of what he wanted to say before he’d met your gaze with wishing stars in his eyes, “i just needed to see you and make sure you’re okay.”

“it’s not,” you admit, “most of the time they just look at me like i’m some animal in the zoo but sometimes it still gets to me.”

“you didn’t seem like the person who would care,” he says smally, almost as though it wasn’t meant for you but for himself.

you want to laugh, “that’s cause that’s what half-drunk me is most of the time and you’ve only ever known her - but on campus, i’m that girl who walks in the hallway with her head down and wanna be as invisible as i can... because i hate conflicts and being seen means i’ll most likely get into some shit... like i did with namjoon.”

kim namjoon saw you when no one else paid attention. mostly because the outstanding ones in your batch were taking the spotlight in freshmen year. the positions became apparent a little over two weeks after the first class. and you were still wondering around, in search for like minded beings. instead of finding friends, you found a god.

or so what they call a once in a lifetime genius.

“yea- i don’t really know you,” if it isn’t for the way his head snaps your way and the heartbreaking strain in his voice, you would have had a better time holding out, “i don’t even know what your favorite color is but i promise i’ll never hurt you like he did,” when he meets your gaze, all control seem to seep out of you and all you want is to take everything back

“i’m sorry- i just- it’s stupid, cutting you off just ’cause of that-“ the sound chains of the swing echo into the chilly night air as you prop your elbows on your knee, torso bent forward while you cup your face with your hands, maybe if you rubbed hard enough the stupid will come off, “i know it’s nobody’s fault but then there’s tae and he was the only one who thought i should stop talking to you- but he’s also the most reasonable person in our friend group and i-“ you almost choke on pure air, “i’m sorry.”

and so you end up at a park a few blocks away, you choosing to sit on the swing whilst he leans against the monkey bar a few feet away.

“it’s not okay,” jungkook’s voice fills your ears - he doesn’t sound as mad as you thought he’d be but his words say otherwise.

until you hear the scrape of soles on dirt. and just as you thought he was leaving, a hand lands on your knee, “but i forgive you.”

the smile you see when you peek through your fingers is familiar. boyish like its owner but endearing all the same,“and nothing that makes you feel like your peace is disturbed, is stupid,” but then the smile down turns into a frown, eyebrows knitting together, “i just wish you told me so you didn’t have to go through this alone.”

“i wasn’t alone - i had my friends,” it’s right after the words hit the air and a flash of disappointment crosses jungkook’s eyes, do you belatedly realize that you were indirectly calling him a non-friend.

“right,” the smile he fixes you breaks your heart - even more so when you see how he’s struggling to be happy for you whilst pushing down the hurt in his eyes, “that’s great - it’s great that you weren’t alone.”

or someone outside of your exclusives-only circle. well, he was - he isn’t exactly someone you’d befriend like you would your current friends. but it must have sounded like he was demoted to a friend who you say hi’s to and don’t share personal hardships and happiness with.

“yeah,” you echo in agreement before biting your bottom lip, gaze switching from his hand to his arm and finally his deep brown eyes that appear hazel underneath the light of the lamppost, “can we still be friends?”

the short but straightforward, “no” on jungkook’s part echoes in the air.

it takes a moment for you to register the two-letter word, as if it’s the hardest to fathom and before you know it, your jaw is on the ground, after a surprised, “what-”

in all honesty, you were the one who wanted to cut jungkook off from your life - for an absurd reason at that - but still, with how he patiently listened to you and even forgave you, you thought he’d at least want to stay friends. maybe he doesn’t want to be that kind of friend anymore. or maybe he doesn’t want to be your friend if you’re not that kind of friends anymore. maybe-

“i don’t wanna be just friends,” the confession falls out from his lips when you least expect it. almost as though you weren’t the only one who could read the other like an open book.

but despite his confidence the first time, you still see the traces of hesitance in the way he takes a moment longer to continue, “i... i want to know you- not the drunk you, not the campus you, but you you.”

this time, you can’t control the trickle of laughter that tumbles out of your mouth. it’s dry and a little bit broken, but still comes from a humorous place, “you’re probably gonna be disappointed as hell.”

“is that a yes?” the flash of starlight in jungkook’s eyesmile causes your heart to swell with a sort of fullness. the chains clink into the air as he grips it with his hands, using them to hoist himself up - but he doesn’t stand straight. instead,he leans his forehead on yours, “say yes.”

the smile that slips on your face is involuntary. completely out of your control as you affirm, “it’s a yes.”

“so is that tae’s hoodie?” jungkook asks as you walk down the street to your apartment.

the “what?” that slips out of your mouth is more surprised than anything else but it seems like that’s what made the man rush out his explanation - which he didn’t really need to but you appreciate it anyway.

“it’s just- you’re not a hoodie girl,” you don’t miss the way he scrunches his nose as he struggles to find the proper words, you think it’s cute - you think jungkook’s cute, “you’re more like a sweaters girl - or like, that’s what i see you wear in the morning before you kick me out.”

chuckling, you relieve him of his curiosity with a “no, it’s not tae’s.”

he beams at you like a morning sun until you add, “it’s jimin’s.”

“o-oh,” he nods but doesn’t press on.

“he’s also one of my best friend - they dragged me to movie’s night and we crashed at jimin’s last night,” you say.

“oh.” the pearly whites peek from underneath his lips again, eyes lighting up like stars.

but then, before you know it, you’re standing at the entrance of your apartment.

“thanks for walking me home,” on your part, you don’t really want to part.

“yeah, no problem,” if you didn’t know any better, jungkook’s foot scuffling against the dirt doesn’t really give off a willing farewell vibe either.

until you both blurt out at the same time-

“do you wanna come in?”

“i mean it when i said i missed you.”

an echoing silence settles between you for the longest moment - or in fact, just a second too long but with all that’s happened and the friendships you can see breaking, jeon jungkook’s is one you’re not going to let go that easily.

not again.

“come inside,” you say.

and this time, you’re not asking.

jungkook’s breath is hot against your neck as you groan from the impact of your back and head hitting the door as soon as it closes, his hands under your thighs.

but you’re fast to recover, hands snaking up his chest until they reach his strained jawline, tilting his head and forcing him to look at you, “show me how much you missed me.”

a familiar glint flashes across his eyes at your challenge before his gaze falls to the borrowed deep blue hoodie you have on, “take that off. now.”

deciding against taunting him some more, you pull the piece of clothing over your head before dropping it next to the can of beer, snacks and energy bars you bought from the convenience store.

it doesn’t take much for you to lean into him enough not to let yourself topple over backwards - maybe it’s the hundreds of times he’s carried you like this, maybe he’s the only person you trust to grab you by the bottom of your ass and you’d instantly know where to wrap your legs around.

or maybe, just maybe, you missed jungkook too.

but either way, you kiss him once after he slams you against your bed. you kiss him a few more times as he slides in and out of you like every crevice of your core is made for him. you’re in the middle of kissing him when he hits ghat sweet spot that gets you moaning mid-kiss. he doesn’t seem to mind as he bites your bottom lips, letting you ride your high whilst he dedicates himself to you. to your pleasure.

and you kiss him when he thrusts deep into you as you both reach a different kind of euphoria together, holding each other tightly as if the other would fade if you didn’t.

since your bed is a single bed and you were occupying most of it, you have to scoot to make space for an extra person. you let him have the pillow while you keep your head raised midair until he slips his arm under it, his other hand pulling your back against his front before he pulls the cover over you.

the digits in the corner of your phone tells you that you’re probably going to end up rushing to your 8 am tomorrow but at the moment, with the moonlight pouring through the window and a distant sound of cars in the main street filling the room, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here.

“it’s orange - my favorite color is orange, like the sunset,” you’re pretty sure your voice is half-slurred from the fatigue of the day creeping up to you, but jungkook surprisingly heard it right because-

“we should go sunset watching someday,” he suggests.

“mhm,” you hum, not opposed of that idea at all, “what’s your...” you drag out, shifting through words until you find the one you’re most curious about, “favorite dessert?”

“besides you?” he chuckles when you let out an involuntary gasp at his insinuation before humming in contemplation, “ice creams.”

“are you free this sunday?” you ask.

“yeah, why?” his voice is laced with a hint of wonder.

“let’s go to an ice cream parlor,” by now, you’re pretty sure he barely understands what you’re saying as your eyes begin to droop, “let’s do things people do outside of parties - i wanna get to know you, koo.”

for the longest moment, you thought it’s him that’s fallen asleep because of the lack of affirmation.

that is, until he murmurs with the smallest voice, “yeah, i’d like that.”

you wake up to the sound of your daily alarm blaring across the room. but much to your dismay, when you slip your hand under the pillow - which unnaturally becomes a texture of spiky but fluffy treads - you come to a morbid realization that isn’t there.

which means wherever your gosh darn phone is, you’re going to have to find it to hit the snooze button because you can’t sleep with that deafening noise but if you do get up, you won’t be able to fall back asleep.

that is, until a different kind of sound, one that knows your name, grumble out a, “___, turn that shit off,” while a hand band around your waist, pulling you into a whole body.

for the briefest moment, you forget about the sound, heart skipping a dangerous beat as your mind shift through your memories, searching for something you can use for a self defense before it finally settles down with a realization that the only other person who could be complaining about your alarm because they were in bed with you, is jeon jungkook.

“god damn it,” you grumble with eyes barely open and mind half-awake while you pick up each article of clothing that are strewn across the room, “where did you throw my phone, jungkook?”

the man in your bed slurs out some incomprehensible words, leaving you with nothing but your wits and your wills and a little bit of urgency because your roommate may not be home most of the time but she definitely is in the morning. her schedule is more unpredictable than yours.

after a good one minute, you finally found your phone not on the floor but under the sheets right next to jungkook’s thigh. considering you spent a good chunk of your remaining sleepiness looking for it, you’re now out of the sleep essence and wide awake.

it looks like you caused quite a stir. jeongyeon’s text alone amounts to 36 notifs while each of your friend private messaged you an average of 5-12 texts each. the lowest being jimin and lisa who teetered on the line of ‘hey jeongyeon told me’s and ‘text me when you see this’ while jisoo’s are full out capsing and taehyung is a mixture of jimin and lisa with a missed call.

but what you don’t expect to see among the pile of notification, is the one pushed to the bottom by your friends’.

“oh, wow, kim namjoon texted me,” you blurt out, not knowing that a slip of tongue would cause a burst of reaction from the sleeping male in your bed.

shooting up with the sheets still covering his head, he yanks them down and fixes you with a wide-eyed, disbelieving gaze, “kim namjoon what now?”

it takes you a moment to digest the fact that he couldn’t even form a proper sentence or even grope around on the bed to help you look for your phone yet a single name and a verb could literally shock the sleep out of him. but you’re not one to hold onto grudges so you casually say, “he texted me.”

when you don’t offer anything else, the man finally asks, “well... what did he say?”

“’hey,’“ you echo the one worded text before slinging your towel over your shoulder.

“and?” hurried steps follow you into the hallway, an awkward ‘don’t-look-pressed’ laugh accompanying them, “...what did you say?”

“why?” you turn around abruptly, almost causing your follower to run right into you before he quickly halts himself, eyes slanting to the wall as he scratches his unclothed chest.

“i- uh, i don’t know - just curious i guess,” he mumbles out.

at that, the chuckles you’ve been holding back spills out of your mouth like waterfall. he opens his arms for you when you slip yours around his waist, locking your hands on his back, “i didn’t reply but if i did, it’s probably to tell him to stop texting me.”

the heartwarming ‘oh’ that tumbles out of his mouth is followed by a tuck in the corners of his lips, doe eyes filling with a sort of heat that makes your heart skip a beat.

that is, until fear flashes across his face, “wait, what time is it? don’t you have 8 am’s on tuesdays? i should leave-”

“nah,” you shake your head, a smile making home on your lips, “i’m skipping. you wanna get breakfast at mcdonald’s?”

instead of an affirmation, jungkook’s panicked face turns to a frown, hands coming to cup your cheeks as he twists it from left to right, as though looking for something and you know why-

“who are you and what have you done to sober ___?” he demands.

laughter trickles out of your mouth as you struggle to get out of his grasp while he demands you return you back, “___ would drag my ass to the door at ass crack o’clock when she has 8 am’s. bring her back!”

but in your fit of giggles and his exorcist-esque shouting, jungkook stops and pecks you on your mouth, “just kidding,” you don’t think you can ever get used to that boyish smile of his, “i would love to have our first sober date at mcdonald’s.”

as if a giggle switch has been switched on, you laugh some more, cheeks hurting and tears pooling in the corner of your eyes at the way he makes it sound like you’re asking him to a date.

and you’re not quite against that idea.

so you find yourself at the mcdonald’s five minutes away from your campus. if you have any fucks at all to give, you would be worried about meeting your casual friends. but something about jeon jungkook and your friends’ - your real friends - endless support from yesterday has turned you into a woman of steel. or, really, just mixed party-you and sober-you together.

“apparently he wants to get back together because he thinks it’ll help fix everything but i know he just wants to save his ass - oh, did you know the dean, jimin’s mom, kicked him out of circuit breaker?” you casually say before chugging on your coffee before the sound of someone choking a whole lung drums in your ears.

turning to you with flushed cheeks and post-lung cough, jungkook demands, “you can’t just dump things like this on me- you gotta give me a warning first.”

“i did,” you counter, and just as his face spells ‘when?’ you quickly add, “at home - when i said kim namjoon texted me.”

“babe, that was 30 minutes ago,” jungkook says, in a matter-of-factly.

but all you hear is the name he calls you, “i kinda like that.”

he smiles shyly but still say, “what? babe?”

“yes,” you place your phone on the table, forgetting the open text as you lean closer to jungkook before enunciating the word “babe?”

his hand finds its way to your chin while yours slip underneath his shirt as he guides your face to his lips. but just before you’re about to kiss, the sound of voices - familiar ones at that - pour into the otherwise quiet vicinity. drawn by your curiosity, you tilt your head just the slightest bit to peak at the newcomers when you feel the heat of pairs of eyes burn into your head.

“shit,” you blurt out.

“oh my god,” jisoo gasps while lisa lets out a muted whistle, murmuring a “whew, chile, the audacity of some men.”

jeongyeon snickers as she leans away from lisa who’s holding your phone with namjoon’s text open, “i know what’s going on,” she waves a hand gun at you, “you’re doing great now and he’s sad and lonely-”

“or he wants to show the dean you guys made up so he can get into circuit breaker again,” taehyung chimes in, leaning against the chair, volunteering to pick up everyone’s order from the counter, “you know, just a thought.”

“no, no, no,” lisa interjects, “it’s more than just that with these men - he wants you to think that he’s the only one that can... ‘save’ you.”

“from what?” jimin asks, innocent round eyes looking around until jisoo sighs.

“god, jimin, it’s obvious,” she fixes him a pointed look, “___’s being labelled a manipulating bitch,” she turns to you and winks, “which you aren’t, manipulating - mean but a bitch? yes, and the baddest,” and then she shifts her attention to jimin, “and he’s saying if she gets back with him, he’ll ‘clear things up’ because apparently people tend to take men’s words more seriously than women and he knows that.”

“word,” lisa shakes her head.

“but ___’s not gonna get with namjoon because she has a jungkook,” jeongyeon’s proclamation isn’t entirely baseless yet the way all eyes turns to you tells you that it’s not exactly an established fact - especially when everyone at the table knows that you were ghosting jungkook just yesterday.

“i mean,” jungkook begins from next to you, fidgeting in his seat but avoiding your gaze when you turn to him, “___ can do whatever she wants.”

a pregnant silence lapses between you as you feel your friends exchanging dubious looks with each other. taehyung’s disapproving frown is the hardest to miss because it must have come across as jungkook not being serious enough with you.

but knowing the aforementioned man and how he never assumes your needs and wants - unless you’re having sex because he knows exactly how you like it - you know he doesn’t want to pressure you to be with him.

“i’m not getting with namjoon,” you announce for yourself, shooting the him a smile just before taehyung leaves to get your food.

“i’ll go help tae,” and with that, you skip over to the taller man, catching onto jisoo’s interrogative “so, are you guys like, exclusive now?”

“hey,” you greet the man that’s about to lift the tray of cheeseburgers, drinks, apple pies and mcflurries.

he echoes your greeting with a passive one and you both walk to the chili counter in silence. when he sets the tray down, you’re already picking up one of the tiny paper cups, “so, jungkook came and check up on me yesterday and stayed over to make sure i’m okay.”

he doesn’t need to know you had sex in between.

“he’s a really good guy - and he only said what he said just now cause he doesn’t want me to feel pressured to choose between being with him, or with namjoon or just being single,” you add when it doesn’t seem like he doesn’t have anything to say.

“i’m sorry for acting like a dick yesterday,” he finally breaks his silence with a one breathed sentence, his hand picking up the chili sauce filled cup off your hands.

and that’s when you see your opening, “it’s fine,” you quickly accept but stand your ground, “but jeongyeon also said something about a bet but you didn’t criticize her- i’m not trying to point out who did what worse but it looks like you’re more critical of jungkook because you don’t personally know him.”

“i thought i know a fuck boy when i see one,” he grunts like a sulking child.

“honestly, what does fuck boy even mean?” shrugging, you raised your brows at his okay-get-to-the-point look, “jimin’s kind of a fuck boy if you think about it but we love anyway.”

when he doesn’t seem to deny your allegations, you continue, “and if jungkook’s a fuck boy, then i’m a fuck girl because i-“

“uh,” he recoils like a teen getting sat down for the birds and bees talk,“okay, okay. i get it - spare me the details.”

rolling your eyes at his dramatic reaction, you end with a “see, name calling doesn’t make sense, not to mention hurtful to the person being called that name. they’re a a human being with feelings.”

it’s the ‘i know’ at the end that got him. even though he hadn’t seen you being taunted and ridiculed that day, didn’t mean it stopped. you were just good at masking it because you knew better. knew that you had friends that would stand by you all the way - heck, jisoo even made a scene out of people looking at you the day before.

“i’ll try to not be so judgy,” taehyung announces before scrunching up his face, “but is him hanging out with us gonna be a permanent thing?”

“thank you for trying,” you fix him a proud smile as he picks up the tray to head to where the others are, “and he’s my friend too so yes, it’s going to be a permanent thing.”

“... say ‘cactus jack sent me’?” jeongyeon is in the middle of putting jimin up to walking over to the counter and saying the infamous line to the worker when you slip back into your seat.

“and travis scott’s burger,” and apparently lisa too.

jimin’s eyes disappear behind his lids as he chuckles at their attempts but he doesn’t exactly oppose the idea.

“hey,” jungkook’s eyes lights up when he sees you.

“so how was the interrogation session my girl friends?” you can’t help the devious grin that slips onto your face at the admittance that you may or may have not purposely left jungkook with your friends for the ice breaking slash interrogating session whilst you patch up your own friendship with your other friend.

“not bad,” he shrugs, “they even showed me your sleeping pics to scare me off but they forgot i wake up to that face almost every few days a week.”

at that revelation, your jaw drops to the ground, mind recalling the many times your open-mouth sleeping pictures have been sent into the group chat as a meme and it was not pretty.

“they did not,” your cheeks heat up as you make a mental note to gather everyone up and force them to finally delete that picture.

“don’t worry you’re not getting rid of me that easily babe,” unaware of the extent of the war raging inside you, he pecks your forehead and continues eating his fries.

“do i really look like that when i sleep?” you finally ask after clicking on the safety belt.

even though you could have rode with your friend in jimin’s car, jungkook insists to send you to class as a proper mark for the end of your first date.

“mhm,” jungkook hums casually as he turns on the car.

“and you still like me?” you’re not sure what kind of face you’re making but it has to be something between disgust and bewilderment because damn, he’s a real one.

“what?” he says between chuckles - as if he doesn’t see anything wrong with the picture and it makes your heart bloom with a sort of endearment while your core heats up with a sort of want.

throwing him a sly smile, you cock your head to the side, “get in the back.”

with a mixture of surprised and impressed blink, he doesn’t need to be told twice to unbuckle his seat and climb over to the back seat. long legs spread out to welcome you into his lap.

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shout out to my biggest bestest friend in me-loving baddest b @koochiekoo !!! highkey without you, i probably would take longer to finish but you’ve been super supportive and i love you so this fic is for you neinya!!!

note. the first part (friend in me) wasn’t showing up on searches no matter how many times i posted it and my earliest readers would remember it being called ‘to my dear friend’ before i changed it to fim bc i wanted to see if it’ll show up on searches but it didn’t. idk if this one will but i dont have much hope bc the preview also didn’t show up on searches (weird) but i have lost the rest of the f’s i have and decided to post this with a mindset that it’ll reach the right people though probably be less than 50 ppl. but i hope those who came this far enjoyed the fic!

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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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Over This (Over you)

Quick one-shot. Class salt ahead. this about the fall of Lila getting exposed. Kind of cliche at this point. Enjoy.

Surprisingly, it was Mylene who found out the truth first. Lila had told a lie about a famous performer who taught her all about filmmaking.

The issue?

The guy had died three years before Lila was born.

It all snowballed from there.

She told Ivan who told Nathanial.

Nathanial just shrugged it off because Lila knew a lot of people, maybe she just got confused. Then he overheard Lila brag about her weekend, then she casually thrown in that Stan Lee had dropped in. And his heart stopped.

Because Nathanial didn’t care who you were: Stan lee was not a name you confused for anyone else’s. He had been a legend. Stan Lee had been a god to comic book lovers everywhere. Stan Lee was dead.

Nathanial told Nino first.

Nino had thought it was an honest mistake; a lapse in memory on Lila’s part. Still the suspicious didn’t just go away.

And when he heard her bragging about working with the famous DJ Marshmallow; that she helped him compose his biggest hit.

Nino paled when he remembered that he had played nearly all of Marshmallow’s jams to Lila and she hadn’t known a single one. Even asked if it was Nino’s own work.

That was when he got Alya involved. It had been Saturday, date night, but they were stuck babysitting their little siblings. They tended to find themselves babysitting a lot. They couldn’t find anyone willing to cover for them.

Nino carefully brought up the Lila situation.

Alya at first came to Lila’s defense. She had already dealt with Marinette’s jealousy and determination to call Lila a liar. Lila had been bullied by Marinette for months. It got to the point where the whole class had no choice but to ostracize the Bluenette like they did Chloe until she changed her evil way. Even Adrien gave the girl the cold shoulder. A few of them even went out of their way to show Marinette what it was like to be bullied; a trip here or there, torn up school notes, an “accidently” spilled drink on something Marinette had been designing. When Marinette didn’t change, and seemingly became friends with Chloe, Kagami, and kids from other classes; Alya had to put her foot down, and the rest of the class followed suit. They would not be friends with Marinette anymore.

After that, Alya refused to let anyone talk bad about her new bestie. Even if that person was her boyfriend. However, before she could get angry, Nino talked her down. And Alya quickly conceded that two was a coincidence, three times was a pattern.

“Fine,” Alya huffed and pulled out her phone to research Lila Rossi. It would be easy show the entire class just how amazing her best friends was, and then the nasty rumors of her being a liar would stop once and for all.

However as Alya searched for information on her new friend, she found google to be lacking. Slowly but surely as Alya tried several different search methods, the righteous feeling she had started with faded away as desperation filled her.

No, she thought with growing horror, Lila was telling the truth. She had to be.

Alya had supported her. She had filled the Ladyblog of interviews from Lila. She had-She had! Lila couldn’t be lying.

But no matter how long Alya searched. There was no evidence to support anything Lila had ever said.

Alya held her phone is her hands tightly and just stared at it. Tears burned in her eyes. She looked up at Nino and gasped, “Lila is a liar!”

The entire class knew within the hour.

The group chat was filled with remorse and anger. (Three akumas came out of it. Ladybug saved the day.) No one knew how to react. How should they confront Lila? How could they make her pay?

But then Rose, sweet Rose had texted something that made all their hearts stop

Rosebud: What about Marinette?

Shit, one by one they all thought, Marinette!

They had all hurt the girl, their ‘everyday Ladybug’. So much so that they had snatched the title away from her and given it to Lila, who they thought deserved it more.

Quickly, they all tried to text and call their dearest friend with apologies ready on their lips, only to hear “This number has been disconnected.”

Marinette had changed her number.

Alya and Nino had raced to the bakery as soon as their parents came from. Only for Sabine and Tom, the nicest people on the entire planet, apart from Marinette, had given them the coldest glares possible, and told them Mariette had gone a weekend trip. And that they were no longer welcome in their establishment or in their home.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, emotions were high. Adrien had tried to calm the class down, convince them that what Lila did wasn’t so bad, but they wouldn’t hear it. Most of the class waited silently as their desks, lost in their thoughts.

Until Lila strolled into class, a big smile on her face, “Wait till I tell you what I did this weekend,” And went on to talk about the celebrity she had been with.

“Liar!” Alix roared, and Kim had to hold her back from throttling Lila.

That was all spark needed for the class to start ripping into her.

Alya screamed about her ruining the Ladyblog and destroying her career; her friendship with Marinette. Nino yelled about promised connections and missed opportunities. Everyone had something to scream.

Lila tried to defend herself. However, it became increasingly clear that the game was up. There was nothing she could do to save it. She looked around helpless.

That was the scene, Marinette, Kagami, and Chloe walked in on. Marinette and Chloe had spent the entire weekend at a fashion show; models for Audrey Bourgeois, walking the runway. And when they weren’t doing that, they were at photoshoots. Kagami had tagged along for support, and the beach house they had stayed in. When the girls weren’t working, they had a blast just hanging out.

Marinette eyed the teary Lila and the angry faces of her classmates, her ex-friends, and just snorted, “Took long enough.”

Kagami just held out her hand.

Chloe huffed and handed money, “Two weeks. Just two more weeks, and I would’ve won the bet.” She stumped her foot. “Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. These morons spent over a year hanging of Lie-la’s every word and they couldn’t give me two more weeks.”

Marinette giggled at her friends antics. “I told you not to bet against her.” She said as the three walked to their desks in the back. Ignoring all the eyes on them. “Kagami doesn’t lose.”

Said girl in question smirked, “As if there was ever a chance.”

“…Marinette?” Rose said, her eyes still red from all the crying. “I’m so sorry. We should’ve listened. We should’ve believed you.”

“Yeah,” Alya cried. “Girl, I can’t believe I got fooled. I’m so sorry.”

More apologies came. Each one more sorrow filled the last. Lila watched with anger in her eyes.

When the last one was done, Marinette shrugged, “Whatever,” And went back to talking with Chloe and Kagami.

“Whatever?” Alya asked confused. “What do you mean: whatever?” She had expected an emotion reconciliation. With promise of future girls’ night and being best friends forever.

Even Lila was caught off guard, and stopped her escape from the room to watch.

“It means an American localism,” Marinette explained. “It’s mean it’s doesn’t matter; I don’t care; sure, okay. Sometimes, just to end a conversation if there’s nothing more to say.”

Nino frowned, “How can you say that? We’re really sorry!”

“And that means what?” Kagami asked, coldly.

The question caught most of the room off guard.

“This has nothing to do with you!” Alix hissed. “We’re talking with Marinette.”

Marinette crossed her arms, and leaned back in her seat, “Answer the question.” She said. “What exactly did you expect to happen? What do you even think apologizing would mean?”

Kim scratched his head, “Its means everything’s okay again; that we’re friends again.”

The three stared at him. He shifted uneasily.

“Ridiculous,” Chloe muttered.

“No,” Marinette said slowly to them. “That’s what it means. Saying sorry just implies you know what you did was wrong and that you feel bad and want to make it clear to the offended party that you are remorseful. It doesn’t actually do anything.”

Lila smirked. She was glad she stayed. The fools thought everyone would go back to the way it was. Unfortunately, Marinette had different plans.

“We are remorseful, though,” Rose pleaded. “We feel really, really bad about what we did.”

Marinette nodded, “I understand. But that doesn’t change what you did,” She explained. “You hurt me. You bullied me. You accused me of awful things. You ended our friendships. I understand that you are sorry. I accept your apology,” The other students visibly brighten with hope on their faces. “I do not forgive you. I don’t have to forgive to you. It’s not okay,” Marinette said this part directly to Kim, who used to be her oldest friend in the room. “I will not say “It’s okay”, to your apology. Because you’ll just think it okay to do it again. And it’s not. What you did was not okay. And I do not have to forgive you.”

“But we’re friends,” Juleka sobbed, “Friends forgive. Best Friends forgive.” To that Alya nodded earnestly.

“We are not friends,” Marinette said bluntly. “We haven’t been friends in a long time. I only have two friends in classroom, my best friends,” The two girls next to her preened. “Kagami and Chloe. All my other friends are in different classes.” She paused. “And before you ask, I don’t think we can be friends again. I do not want to be friends again because I can only be friends with people I trust and like. None of you meet those requirements.”

Ouch. The other students flinched back as if slapped.

Adrien stepped forward, “You’re being mean, Marinette. They’re sorry. Just let them make it up to you.” He smiled wide, hope in his eyes. “Then we can go back to the way it was before.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “Just how hard did you hit the ground when you fell out of that tree when we were five?”

Marinette snorted a laugh. “This isn’t a movie, Adrien,” She told him. “Life doesn’t work like that. And what about you? How sorry are you? You knew Lila was lying the entire time, and did nothing.”

Nino let out a strangled cry, “What? Bro?”

Angry glares turned toward the blond.

“No,” Marinette slammed her hands on her desk. “You don’t get to be mad at him. I do. He didn’t have to tell you Lila was lying because I already did. Me! Someone most of you have known since we were toddlers. You just met Adrien less than two years ago, there was no reason for him to think you would’ve believed him over me. It’s not like you believed Kagami when she came to class and pointed out hole in Lila’s stories. Adrien’s only crime was that he never had my back like he promised he would. Not once. And I don’t forgive him for that either,” She added to her former crush; during her speech his face had gone from scared, to relieved, to devastated.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything,” Kagami said simply. “To think otherwise, is the same childish behavior that got you into this mess.”

Chloe nodded, “And thinking everything can just go back to the way it was, after everything, all the hurt, is just stupid,” She stated let looked over every student in class to let them know she was speaking with them too before resting her eyes on Adrien. “There’s too much damage now. This isn’t like the fights we had as kids. We can’t just share cookies and forget a second later that we we’re fight. It’s a burned bridged; scooping up the ashes and hoping for the best doesn’t change the fact that the bridge is gone. It’s just gone.”

“She’s friends with you,” Alya snapped.

“We were never friends before now,” Chloe defended, anger raging in her eyes. “We hated each other. I made her life. Never once did Marinette trust me, relied on me, thought of me as friend.”

“Nothing Chloe did actually hurt me,” Marinette shrugged. “At least not in way that matter. Because she was just a mean girl who didn’t care about me and I didn’t care about. When we became friends, it became different. Now there’s an emotional connection, trust. Now she could actually hurt me.”

“Not that I would,” The blonde quickly added. “But it’s different for you. I hurt my enemy. You hurt your friend. She expected me. She never saw you coming.”

Miss Bustier walked into class. The bell rang. Everyone went back to their. Mourning their friendships and berating their own actions.

As the days went on, some of ex-friends tried to pretend everything was alright between Marinette and them again.

Rose would try to draw her into the latest gossip. Alya would just sit down at her lunch table and just launch into a conversation but would leave once it was clear that the three girls were ignoring her.

Kim tried to joke around with her but was met with stone cold silence. Alix tried baiting her into an argument.

Those like Nino, Juleka and Max just left her alone. They knew they had done wrong and accepted the consequences.

A month later, another blow up happened.

Alya stomped into the lunchroom, right to Marinette’s table, and slammed a magazine on it, “This this why you don’t want to be friends?” She yelled gaining the attention of the entire cafeteria. “You’re too good for us now?”

Marinette glanced at the magazine; teen vogue. On the cover was Marinette wearing the latest from Audrey Bourgeois’ new line.

Alya picked up the magazine and showed her class. There were gasps. Students from the other classes just gave impressed looks when they recognized the sweet girl from Bustier’s class.

Alya sneered at Marinette, “You think better than us?”

“How could you not tell us?” Alix snapped.

Adrien nodded in agreement. He couldn’t believe Marinette wouldn’t tell him. She had to know how lonely those photoshoots got. Didn’t she care? “I would have liked to model with you. It would be nice to have a real friend on set.”

“You’re not even that good at it,” Alya said with jealousy having filled her heart since she saw magazine in the store. Her friend had her foot in the door to her fashion dreams a while Alya’s dream of being a great journalist had gone up in smoke. The Ladyblog was ruined. Her fans had been flocking for months and Alya couldn’t figure out why until the truth about Lila was revealed. Now no one trusted Alya would have the scoop. The Ladyblog was replaced by Bugout managed by Aurore. “You probably begged Chloe’s mom for the job. And she took mercy on her brat’s only friend.”

Kagami narrowed her eyes, “I am Chloe’s friend too. Luka is Chloe’s friend. Aurore is Chloe’s friend. Marc, Claude, Ondine; are all Chloe’s friends. Once again you failed to check the facts.”

“Ooohs,” Were heard from various students around the cafeteria. Nearly everyone knew by now that the Ladyblog had fallen into infamous category. It had been blacklisted as a credible resource by a majority of local news.

Not to mentions the rumors cease and desist orders from various celebrities.

“I’ve been modeling for over almost two years,” Marinette said, frost in her eyes, as she looked at her class. “Never once have I brought it up. And I’ve been on the covers of Seventeen, Elle girl, Sassy, Vogue Paris, and Cosmogirl. I was featured, along with Chloe, in a spread in Vanity Fair. And another one in W with Gigi Hadid. I walked the runways during fashion weeks for New York, London, and Paris. Never once did I brag. Never once did I think it made me better than you. Or anyone for that matter.”

The tone was far different than any they had ever heard Marinette use before. It was cold, unfeeling, and sent shivers through them. Alya, in particularly, unconsciously took a step back.

“I didn’t tell you,” She said mockingly to Alix who reddened. “Because we’re not friends. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to tell you anything. You’re no one to me.” Marinette glared at Alya. “No one at all. Just some wannabe journalist who ruined her own life’s work because she couldn’t remember that a good reporter checks her resources.”

“Damn,” Aurore chuckled, she sat next to Kagami and was enjoying the fireworks.

Alya opened her mouth to yell but stopped when Nino placed at hand on her shoulder and motioned around the room. All eyes were on her. She flushed.

“I don’t know what your problem is, Alya.” Marinette shrugged. “Half the time you’re blaming Lila. The other half you’ve been acting like you’ve didn’t do anything wrong. Now you’re looking for some excuse to make me the bad guy again. Just stop. You’re not a victim. You need to stop acting like you are. Hell, I’m not even the victim anymore because I moved on with my life. I have better things to do than be hurt and angry for the rest time.”

“Lila lied,” Alya repeated for the thousandth time. “I didn’t. It’s not my fault.”

“Seriously?” Marc asked from where he sat at Marinette’s lunch table. “Is she serious?” He asked Ondine who had a bewildered look on her face.

Marinette just pinched her nose. “Oh grow up! You tripped me class. Sent horrible texts that could easily been considered harassment in a court of law. Destroyed weeks of designs when you ‘accidently’ spilled your coffee on my desk. You didn’t talk to me for months. You reported false information for over a year; dragging multiple celebrities into it. When you weren’t doing that, your blog focused more on the supposed relationship between Ladybug and Chat noir than it did on actual news. Any information you actually reported was half-assed at best. I’ve seen more accurate information on Tumblr. That was Lila. That was you.”

Fire raged in Alya’s eyes, hurt clear on her face. She looked like she was going to explode.

Akuma alert anyone, Marinette thought.

“You screwed up. It happens. Let it go.” Marinette stood up, grabbed her bag. “This whole confrontation of yours was just childish. And I’m over it. I’m over you.”

“I was over you first,” Alya lunged at Marinette, with tears in her eyes, but Nino pulled her back.

Marinette rolled her eyes and moved to leave but just before she did, Marinette looked at Alya and then at the Class. “You’re ill-tempered, rash, and prone to immature behavior better suited on your little sisters. Besides the obvious, you want to know the real reason, we can’t be friends? You’re a child.”

And with a shake of her head, Marinette said. “And I’ve outgrown you.”

There was applause as Marinette left the lunch room to go transform. A smirk was on her face.

She really was over it.

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rosethornewrites · 5 years ago

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste ch. 1-2

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Gabriel decides that Adrien entering a romantic relationship is a good move for the brand. He chooses Lila Rossi as the other half. Adrien nopes tf out.

Notes: I was gonna have it be a slow acceleration, but Adrien was all “Go big or go home.” Also trying to find motivation to write more of this fic.

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“No,” Adrien growled. “Absolutely not!”

Lila made a show of crying, not that anyone in the room believed her tears were real.

Gabriel frowned at him from his desk. “This will be good for the brand—”

“Fuck the brand!”

“Adrien! This is unbecoming. You will be seen to be dating Ms. Rossi. That is final.”

Adrien’s fists were so tight he was sure he had crescents eating into his palms. “Like hell it is! I will not date that—” he gestured at Lila “—lying cow. Not after how she’s hurt my friends.”

Said girl gasped, outraged, and Adrien was glad to see she actually looked truly upset.

His father stood, but kept his voice emotionless, calm, self-assured that he would capitulate. “Cease this ridiculous teenage rebellion.”

He saw red, but oddly it calmed him. “Father, you have not seen teenage rebellion,” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “But I would be happy to teach you what it looks like if you try to force me to do this.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Adrien could see him considering that, but then discarding it. “It will be in the papers tomorrow. If you misbehave, you’ll no longer be permitted to go to school.”

Adrien snorted. He knew more ways to escape this house than his father could possibly anticipate—some he’d made himself, even. “Good luck, Gabe. You’re going to need it.”

He spun on his heel before his father could respond and slammed the door behind him. With the enhanced strength he had as the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, the wood cracked audibly.

As he made his way back to his room, he realized the opportunity his father had just placed in his lap. As the face of the brand, Adrien had more power than Gabriel seemed to realize. It was time to stretch those muscles.

He had planning to do.

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His father had spectacularly good timing for pulling this kind of stunt—for Adrien, anyway. He’d heard from a couple of friends of his that a certain rock star was in town. And if anyone was up for promoting teenage rebellion, Adrien had no doubt it would be Jagged Stone.

It was child’s play to sneak out of the house. He didn’t even have to transform to do it. From there it was just making his way to the Grand Paris Hotel. The staff assumed he was there to see Chloé, so getting in was no problem. Jagged Stone always rented the same suite, so that wasn’t an issue, either.

The hard part, he knew, would come after he knocked on the door.

Jagged opened the door, and then peered at him suspiciously.

“Um, M. Stone, I don’t know if you remember me but—”

The rock star suddenly broke into a wide grin. “Oh, you’re Marinette’s model friend, right?”

Adrien blinked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. His rock idol knew him?

Sadly, he had no time to fanboy.

“Yes, Adrien. I was wondering if I could trouble you for some help?”

And so that was how Adrien Agreste wound up sitting in Jagged Stone’s suite, petting Fang, and telling him about the woe that was the obsession his father had with Lila Rossi, Liar Extraordinaire.

“She said I had a what?”

“A kitten. And she got Marinette expelled and is just being really awful to her.”

Jagged opened a cell phone. “Penny, I need you. Yes, I know I sent you for macrons, but this is really important. Bring my niece with.”

When he was finished, he turned to Adrien again. “We’ll get that taken care of.”

“That’s not all, M. Stone.”

He pressed forward, telling his idol of the relationship he was being forced into and his promise to show Gabriel Agreste just what he could do if he really rebelled.

When he was done, Jagged’s face was gleeful in an almost terrifying way.

“Oh, please tell me I get to help with this?” At Adrien’s nod the man whooped in excitement. “Brilliant. Once my niece gets here, we’ll plan properly. She’s a planner, that one. Smart as a whip.”

Adrien blinked. “Your niece?”

“Marinette, of course! Honorary niece.”

His jaw dropped. Marinette had always had the upper hand on Lila, could call in Jagged at any moment to destroy her, and had held back. He never should’ve stopped her.

“My father can’t know she helped. He’s got so much power in the fashion industry, and I don’t want to hurt her career.”

Jagged waved away his concerns. “Mate, listen. From what I understand you’re the face of that company. You have the power, not him. Get you in some Marinette originals, and he can’t undo the fame that’ll bring her.”

Adrien hadn’t considered that. “I just don’t want her hurt.”

He heard the door open, and then a soft, “Adrien?”

It meant he had to explain the situation all over again, letting Jagged Stone assure her that he was going to pop the liar’s kitten whopper as soon as possible.

“I can stop by your school with Fang, yeah? They can’t keep me from saying hi to my favorite niece.”

Marinette bit her lip. “That would be helpful, but for Adrien…”

Adrien smiled. “I want you to design me a new look. Something we can do here and now—maybe with the discrete help of some of the hotel staff, since they have that nice spa and such. Hair dye, new clothes. Maybe some fake piercings. Oooh, a fake tattoo?”

Jagged glanced at Penny, who looked uncertain about this. “Don’t be a party pooper, Penny.”

“His father might sue you,” she pointed out.

“Like I care. I have money.” He grinned. “And for what? Giving his kid a makeover?”

“French law—”

“Nope, don’t care. It’s happening. Get his sizes and go to my favorite stores. Adrien, what color scheme?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t thought that far. He glanced at Marinette. “Um, do you think Chat Noir would mind if I used his colors? I think of him when I think teenage rebellion.”

That was more because being Chat Noir had up to this point been his way of rebelling, but she didn’t need to know that.

To his surprise, Marinette grinned, the smile wide enough to match Jagged’s. “Oh, I like that idea. Chains and spikes? Fake lip ring and septum?”

“Absolutely!”

Jagged made a shooing motion at Penny, who rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, before joining in. “Now how about this idea: black and neon green hair, done to look like a skunk’s stripes!”

Adrien was surprised to find himself laughing honestly at the idea. He’d been so angry less than an hour ago, but this was truly fun. “This makes me think of those J-Rock bands, how they used to dress up.”

Jagged’s phone let out a guitar riff and he glanced at it. “Oh, right. Penny needs your measurements. Shoe size, too. Definitely some stomping boots, I think.”

He handed over his unlocked phone for Adrien to text.

“I’ll call the salon, yeah?”

Adrien nodded, texting the information, then froze. “Wait, Chloé might tell my father.”

That got a laugh. “Nah. They’re discrete. They bring everything up here for me—I won’t be around people if I’m getting my hair dyed.”

While Jagged made the call, Adrien finished the text. When he looked up, Marinette was watching him. She turned pink when she realized he’d caught her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked after a moment.

He sighed, slumping back on the sofa and resting his hand on Fang’s head again. “No, but I don’t have any better ones. That stupid news claiming I’m with Lila’s going to hit tomorrow. And I’m so done with this, with him treating me like I’m property.”

Marinette looked worried, and he tried to muster up a smile. From her expression, he didn’t manage it.

“Maybe…” she started, then trailed off.

“Maybe?”

She didn’t look at him. “Maybe you should look into laws involving child labor and parental responsibility. You… you might be able to get emancipated.”

That startled him—something he hadn’t even thought of before. He hadn’t even been aware it was an option.

When Marinette did look at him, her eyes were stormy. “He’s so… cruel to you. Maybe there’s legal recourse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured. That seemed like such a drastic measure. “I don’t know if I want to go that far.”

She nodded, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Plagg shot out of his pocket the moment the door was closed. “I’m so proud of you kid. This is gonna be great!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami grabbed the proffered wedge of camembert.

“And think about what Pigtails said. Your dad’s a real piece of work, and you deserve better.”

“I will.”

Adrien could feel the idea turning over in his mind, as though gathering strength. When he left the bathroom, Jagged met him excitedly.

“I have just the idea! A temporary face tattoo!”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #adrien agreste #jagged stone #uncle jagged #penny rolling #plagg #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste’s a+ parenting #lila rossi #lila salt #lila 'the liar' rossi #ml salt #miraculous salt #my fanfiction #The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years ago

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I really really love that your one chapter fic became a two chapters fic and that maybe it could turn into a three chapters one. I also love you are taking prompts. So one, what about Benny and Beth being themselves while Benny prepares to face Borgov and he actually wins this time? Ofc just an idea...

Copenhagen Revisited

Pairing: Beth Harmon/Benny Watts Rating: M Word Count: 3165

Summary: Two years after Beth beat Borgov, it's Benny's turn to face him. They make Cleo's West Berlin apartment their headquarters as Beth prepares Benny for the match.

Benny travels like Van Helsing—staring out the window of the plane with an expression of feverish determination. The fact that he’s compared Borgov to Dracula more than once may be what’s leading Beth to her own character association. Mostly, she’s just watching him and wishing he’d taken the aisle seat. He’s blocking the view.

“I can practically feel him breathing down my neck,” he complains, shifting in his seat and drawing his jacket closed protectively across his chest.

Beth rolls her eyes and sips their Coke through her straw.

“He’s never even beaten you that badly,” she remarks, passing the drink to Benny, who sucks absently at his own straw.

“But he could.”

She scoffs.

“How? You’re better than you were the last time you played him.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because,” she says firmly, “you’ve played me a couple hundred times since then. Borgov’s not as tough to beat as I am. I proved that in Moscow two years ago.”

“Oh, did you? I hadn’t heard.”

Narrowing her eyes at him for his snark, she takes the Coke back and sets it on her lowered tray.

“You weren’t this nervous in New York.”

“We weren’t flying towards him in New York.” Benny tugs his jacket again. “And I’m not nervous.”

“Right. Well,” Beth reminds him, “you’ll have time to acclimate. That’s why we’re going early. And it’s not like Borgov’s going to be nearby. I don’t think being a celebrated chess player is enough to balance out his nationality in the eyes of West Berlin. Not exactly warm feelings towards Russians.”

“Is this a good idea?”

She looks at him carefully. He doesn’t usually ask her questions unless they’re rhetorical, teasing, or both.

“Yes,” she says decisively. “It was a good idea for Cleo to offer her apartment and it’s a good idea to go early. When we fly to Copenhagen in three weeks, you’ll be ready to give Borgov the same treatment you gave Najdorf.”

“You know journalists still ask me about that game?” Benny says, finally swiveling his face away from the window to meet her eye. “I was eight. I don’t even remember it. All I ever say about it is something I remember saying before. It’s just me quoting me quoting me—” He makes a rolling gesturing with his hand. “—all the way back to something I can only assume is the truth.”

Beth makes a dismissive noise.

“They print what they want anyway.”

“It’s lousy.”

“What is?”

“Feeling like a pawn. Can never move backward,” he mumbles.

“I’ve never chaperoned you to a tournament before,” she observes. “I didn’t realize the anticipation would make you so dramatic.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. Maybe you’re not irreversibly out of touch with your eight-year-old self.”

He stares sulkily out the window.

“I get airsick,” he finally admits in a low voice.

“That’s what’s wrong?” Beth laughs. “No wonder you drive to all the domestic opens.” Taking pity, she passes him the Coke again. “Here, the carbonation will help.”

Benny drinks, then rests his head back against the seat with a sigh, closing his eyes.

“Vampire bastard,” he groans.

Beth holds the bottle for a minute, then places her cold hand against his forehead.

“It’s his slicked-back hair, isn’t it?” she guesses.

“Could be.”

—

Cleo isn’t at her Berlin apartment. She’s not in Berlin. She was planning to be, when she volunteered her place as Benny’s training ground, so Beth and Benny are doubly stupefied to hear that she left three days earlier for a job in Milan. Cleo’s neighbour tells them this—another model, Beth would guess, based on her arty haircut and the smudge of hazy blue eyeshadow around glazed eyes. She’s higher than they were when they flew over the Atlantic, but thankfully functional enough to press Cleo’s key into Benny’s hand. Her stoned, accented English stomps the ear like a heavy tread, then grinds the words like a cigarette beneath a boot heel. She also invites them to a party at her apartment later. They don’t make it; jetlag strikes and they collapse on Cleo’s bed, dragging the scrappy, colourful assortment of decorative shawls serving as blankets over themselves and falling asleep.

Unlike when Benny trained Beth in his underground apartment in New York, they can’t count on ’round the clock silence here. It’s a loud building, boisterous and bohemian, and the parties of Cleo’s neighbour seem to occur nightly. Beth confronts a startlingly hungover teenage girl tottering up the stairs one morning as she’s going down. She jumps. The girl is a reflection. The girl is a ghost. The girl is possibly swearing at Beth for staring, judging by the scowl accompanying the words that come grating from her dry throat.

Fortunately, nightly parties also mean that the place is quiet most of the day as people sleep off whatever they drank, smoked, injected, or otherwise ingested the previous evening. Quiet is good. Quiet is perfect. She and Benny take slugs of strong German coffee (Benny is especially pleased, though he only hums softly to show it) and play match after match until noon at the small table under Cleo’s kitchen window. With the window propped open, they listen to the rush of traffic below. Beth breathes deeply and watches Benny chew his lip as he contemplates his moves. Their focus is the endgame—Borgov’s specialty.

When she promises they won’t get up to anything like the neighbours next door, Beth’s able to coax Benny out some evenings. They take in the culture; she does it for the memory of Alma and suspects that Benny does it for her.

She scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion as they prepare to depart on a Friday and he’s not wearing his hat.

“You’re not forgetting your head,” she says carefully, “but it’s almost as serious.”

“I don’t want it getting in the way.”

Beth stares at him, waiting for clarification.

“Come on, kid. I’m taking you dancing.”

An hour later, in his arms, she says, “As your trainer, it should’ve been me forcing you to take a break.”

“Ah, it might not be your tournament, but you’re just as intense. You love to study.”

“Maybe I would’ve studied less if I knew that you knew how to dance.”

“Yeah, I’m sensational. Just don’t look at my feet.”

They laugh their way through it and, though she can’t actually hear them laughing over the volume of the band at the hole in the wall Benny dragged her into, she’ll recall the way his eyes squinted and his teeth showed and fill in the laughter after the fact. Their hands clasp and release and their fingers misalign in a haphazard grip and she laughs. She sways against him, clutching his half-unbuttoned black shirt, and feels his shudder. They hurry back to Cleo’s apartment and have sweaty, desperate sex against the wall just inside the door. Beth rakes her fingers through Benny’s uncovered hair, gasping. When they’re done, they receive a muffled cheer from the neighbouring apartment. She drops her forehead to his shoulder with a smile.

The time flies and, at Benny’s behest, their play becomes more disciplined. They only replicate Russian matches to reenforce the coldblooded style he’ll meet when he sits down across from Borgov. They begin to use a clock; up to this point, their exchanges were untimed, to allow for contemplation and debate following each move, if necessary. They even—finally—get fed up with the neighbours. Benny walks out of the apartment for fresh air and comes back with a bloody nose and reddened knuckles that are beginning to swell because, apparently, some hazy partygoer staggered into him in the hallway and they got into it for no good reason. Thank god he didn’t pull his knife. Beth’s witnessed enough nasty little fistfights behind Mrs. Deardorff’s back at the orphanage to assess that Benny’s nose isn’t broken, though the skin under his left eye very quickly begins to purple. Great. He’ll face Borgov looking like a pugilist. She prepares him a nice bundle of ice and accidentally drops it onto his hand to communicate her contempt for his stupidity. Reckless asshole.

“You could’ve at least told me you were really going out to pick a fight.”

“What would you have done?” Benny wonders, shifting the ice from his knuckles to his face with a wince. “Taken a couple swings yourself?”

Beth puffs up, straightening her spine.

“Of course.”

“Nah, honey, your nose is too pretty to chance it.”

She can’t decide: it’s either the endearment she doesn’t know what to do with or the implication that she’d be witless enough to stand there and take a jab to the center of her face that makes Beth rise and kick the leg of the chair Benny’s sitting right on the edge of. He looks mad enough when his backside hits the floor, but he sighs and glances up at her.

“You want a game?”

She smiles.

“I’ll play black.”

The night before they fly to Copenhagen, she sees it’ll take more than fresh air, yet another chess match, or a bop on the nose to calm him. He’s pacing, pointing, and lecturing—each habit sufficiently annoying on its own, but in conjunction? He’ll drive them both crazy if she lets him carry on.

“Come on, kid,” she says, and makes him sit on the edge of the bed instead of the chair.

Beth’s efficient at undoing buttons, even from behind, and has her back-buttoning blouse stripped off before Benny’s redirected his thoughts from the game they left set up on the board in the other room to what’s happening in front of him. When she starts unzipping her skirt, he catches her hands and takes over. She sits on his lap and rubs him through his jeans until he rolls her onto her back. Breathless and fumbling at his belt, Beth tells herself Cleo had to know they wouldn’t just be using her apartment to play chess. If there’s one language Cleo speaks more fluently than the others, it’s sex. Feeling absolved, Beth hooks her legs up around Benny’s hips.

—

“Well, well, well, look who’s still famous,” he mutters to her after jerking open the door of the venue to the sudden flutter of flashbulbs.

“I’m sorry,” Beth offers with a smirk. “I wore sunglasses and everything. I was trying to be inconspicuous.”

Benny grins back because that was never going to happen. She hasn’t exactly kept her head down for the last two years, steadily working her way through American Masters, felling them. It’s kind of a hobby. Still, she’s chosen an active chess career in the States over the spectacle of European tournaments, so for the international press, Beth’s appearance today is quite an occasion. But it doesn’t trouble Benny. He’s never struggled with monopolizing the spotlight.

“I’ll answer five questions before my first match,” he announces, arm around Beth’s waist. “Who’s first?”

“Mr. Watts, what’s it like to be back in Copenhagen?”

“Great. It’s been a while. The flight was quick with no turbulence, exactly how I like it.”

“Your eye—have you been in a fight?”

“Chess is a rough sport.”

“How are you feeling going into your first match?”

“Prepared.”

“Do you plan to meet Borgov in the final on Saturday?”

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“What is your relationship with Miss Harmon?”

Benny glances sideways at her. Above her sunglasses, Beth raises an eyebrow. Some people might be thrown by the abrupt switch in subject matter, but the moment of hesitation as he parts his lips to answer is mischievous.

“Waiting for her to make an honest man outta me. That’s five, boys,” he points out, lifting a hand that does double duty as an acknowledgement and a brushing aside motion; it parts the small crowd and he guides Beth through.

“Well now they definitely won’t print anything about you.”

“Sure they will. My name right alongside yours: ‘Watts and Harmon.’ Maybe ‘Harmon and Watts’—sounds a little better. Anyway, they’ve got enough to suggest that we’ve been working together and that’s the edge that’ll get to Borgov.”

“If he picks up a paper between tomorrow and Saturday,” Beth clarifies.

“He will. Or somebody’ll do it for him. One of his KGB babysitters, probably. They seem like they’d be gossips. But Borgov’ll hear about it and the mention of your name will put the fear of god into him.”

“Oh, it will, will it?”

“No question.” He halts and looks at her seriously. “You mind if we find someplace quiet to sit down for a minute?”

She checks her watch, the cracked glass face long ago replaced.

“Yeah, you’ve got a few minutes, but wouldn’t you prefer to go in and, how did you put it? Breathe down the neck of your competitors?”

“Cute, but I’m a little worried I’d be sick down the neck of my competitors.” He squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. “Ugh, that plane ride.”

“But there wasn’t any turbulence!”

“Beth, please. Don’t even say the word.”

He plays two games that day, with enough turnaround time in between that they go for a walk and she takes a few non-press photographs of him in front of attractive backdrops. Behaving like real tourists seems to distract him. Benny even allows Beth to charm him into surrendering the end of his sandwich so she can use the bread to feed the little birds in a park they walk through.

The following day, the schedule tightens up. Lesser players are vanquished and Benny is presented with more people to beat, each one smug from their recent win until Benny shuffles things around on the board with exchanges so swiftly conceived and executed that it might be sleight of hand, one complex magic trick until—ta da!—he’s hemmed their king. He’s fucking brilliant, Beth thinks as she observes him, occasionally shaking her head in amazement. Her pulses races each time he sits down across from someone with a look on his face like, I hope you’ve made peace with your god. They screened too many movies of a biblical bent at Methuen. Prayer and faith certainly never lifted her high, but watching Benny does.

The next day is the second to last and Benny plays once, in the morning, with adjournments and the deciding of third and fourth place of the tournament in the afternoon. Winning his game isn’t anything special to him; he was always looking ahead, intending to square off against Borgov. In Benny’s style, Beth considers, it’d be a gunslinger draw at high noon. In Borgov’s (via Benny’s perception of him), Van Helsing advancing on a crypt with a garland of garlic bulbs and a raised crucifix.

She sits patiently with him in their hotel room. Unlike the night before they departed from Germany, he isn’t stressed. He’s calm. Beth asks if he’d rather stretch his legs, go find some of his friends that played at this tournament (and lost) and talk to them, work the room in a way that simultaneously captivates her and makes her roll her eyes. No. He prefers to stay with her. They sprawl on the bed and play out a couple of his slickest games, then the last twenty moves of the ‘68 Moscow final: Borgov v. Harmon.

“Let’s go to sleep,” he says softly, when she’s dozing with her head on her arm. He’s been staring at the board in silence for a long time.

“Are you sure?” Beth yawns before continuing, “I could order up some coffee?”

Benny’s already gathering the pieces and folding the board.

“You can’t do any more for me than you’ve done, and I can’t learn any more tonight than I have.”

“You’re prepared,” she agrees. That might not be quite what he meant, but she figures even Benny Watts needs a little reassurance.

“For most things he could do.”

Beth pulls her pajamas out from under the pillow on her side of the bed.

“You know how he plays. It’s clean. You just have to keep your eyes open. Borgov isn’t the sort of player to pull something creative out of nowhere.”

“You say that, but once, I had an opponent threaten to kick me in the crotch.”

“Mm, well, that’s not Borgov. Like I said, no creativity.” She watches for a minute as Benny strips his shirt off and flings it onto the chair. “By the way, it wasn’t a threat, it was posed as a question—rhetorical, even philosophical—and only because that opponent felt she wasn’t being taken seriously.”

Benny smiles and walks around the end of the bed. He cradles the back of her head and gives her a slow kiss.

“Will you kick Borgov in the crotch for me if I lose?”

“Now you want me to fight your battles for you? Where was this attitude in Berlin?” She grabs Benny’s butt as he walks back to trade his jeans for pajamas. He turns to look at her inquiringly. “I won’t have to.”

He spends all the next morning proving her right, not succumbing to how Borgov’s pieces shoulder their way across the board. They knock Benny’s aside some, but he hangs in and they adjourn in the afternoon for an after-dinner resumption. Though the reprieve is nearly three hours, they don’t go back to their room. There’s no international call to wait for—every bit of encouragement from their friends was given before they left New York. Benny has a drink with dinner and when that doesn’t loosen him up enough, Beth gets a little fresh under the table as she’s adjusting the napkin in his lap, just until she’s sure he’s in a new mindset.

At seven o’clock, the jacket, the hat, and the man are back in position opposite Borgov. Benny makes the move he sealed earlier, then leans forward by his shoulders. In that gesture, Beth knows Benny’s got him. He confirms it sixteen moves later and Borgov concedes the match in a gracious bow of his head. Benny dawdled a little, not dropping the guillotine blade the way she did with her swift Ohio victory over him, but he’s a different player. An admirer of historic matches, a showman with quick fingers and no better place to be than in front of a chessboard. That’s what she’s always guessed his mentality to be. Where she loves to win, he loves to play.

He rises from the table to a roomful of applause. His eyes find hers and she whistles with her fingers in her mouth, the way he taught her one night in his apartment. The sound is shrill enough over the rest of the noise that the photographer beside her turns to glare and tell her to shut the hell up. He begins to apologize when he recognizes her, but Beth shakes her head impatiently and points past him.

“Don’t look at me,” she says. “Look at him.”

#thanks for the prompt!#my writing #The Queen's Gambit #Beth Harmon #Benny Watts #beth x benny

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tomspancakes · 5 years ago

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This Way: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yours and Tom’s past come in bringing a bit of tension.

Part 1

A/N: AHH I’m so glad people liked part 1! I don’t have a set schedule for posting bc I still have school atm, but I’m gonna try to stay consistent, cause writing this is so fun :))) If you have any suggestions of improvement for my writing or if you’re enjoying this please lmk! If you want to be added to the tag list don’t hesitate to ask! Enjoy Part 2 <3

“Harry, oh my god that was so awkward. I hated that, it will replay in my head for the next week.” You groaned flopping on his bed. “I am a bad bitch I’m fine, I’m fine” you reminded yourself.

He laughed at you and sat next to you, “You are a bad bitch. And yes that was painfully awkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for pulling me away though. Not gonna lie, I felt like Allana was plotting something in her head when she saw me. Did you get any vibe that she didn’t seem happy?” You asked, nervous.

“Eh wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t happy, she bosses Tom around. She tried to use me as her photographer once, but I was busy and couldn’t, but she somehow made Tom clear my schedule so that I could take pictures of her. I do not trust her in all honesty, so her plotting something wouldn’t be new..” You gasped at the story.

“Dang I will not get in her way then…” Harry laughed and asked, “What do you feel like eating tonight, love?”

“Uhmmm, oh I haven’t had nandos since the last time I was here.” You said and he nodded.

After the Nandos was dropped off at the house you all gathered around the table.

“I think I can make food like Nandos.” Harrison said and everyone started laughing, “Hey I seriously think I can. Just watch.”

“I think you can too, Harrison, I’ll be your sous chef if you want.” He smiled at your encouragement and stuck his tongue out at everyone else and Allana rolled her eyes. Oof. “Tommy, do you have spinach? I have a photoshoot tomorrow because one of the models cancelled. I can’t eat the side dishes. I’ll make myself a salad or something.” Allana said.

Harry scoffed and joked, “We don’t have rabbit food here, love.” Tuwaine and Harrison laughed, but you felt bad they were ganging up on her.

“Hey don’t make fun of her. It’s harder for us girls to stay fit whereas you boys can eat like shit and still be fit.” You said to the boys and Allana looked at you a bit surprised and pleased, “Allana, I think I saw some lettuce in the fridge. I can go grab it for you and a bowl. Gotta start getting used to the things around here anyway.” You smiled at her.

Her expression went back to being unimpressed, “Uhm no thanks. I’ll just go eat at home, I have to leave in a bit anyway.” She said and pushed the utensils away.

“Darling, you need to eat a little something, you haven’t eaten one thing since you’ve gotten here.” Tom said. Your heart clenched a bit when he called her darling.

“Tommy, god, I said I’d eat later. Don’t you ever listen?” She said everyone stared in silence until Harrison broke it, “Someone’s a little hangry…”

“Harrison shut up!” Tom said snapping his head toward Haz.

Allana was turning red, “That’s it! I’m tired of your friends treating me like this. I’m leaving, Tommy, will you come with me?” Tom got up and glared at Harrison as he helped Allana out.

“As if she doesn’t treat us badly.” Tuwaine said, rolling his eyes, Harry and Harrison nodding in response.

“Ok, but I still felt bad for her. That was a little uncalled for guys.” You said continuing to eat.

“Y/n, she literally shot you down when you were trying to be helpful.” Harrison stated.

“Ok true, but I didn’t mind, she seemed to mind when you all ganged up on her.” The boys nodded.

“Not even 3 hours here and you’re already being our mother.” Harry said laughing.

“Oh shut up, you boys love me. I’m just using the bad bitch energy Harry gave me earlier.” You all laughed.

After dinner you and the boys watched funny videos on Harry’s laptop and then headed your separate ways to go to sleep. You did your night routine and pulled on pj shorts and tank top since the boys put the heater on.

You stirred in bed trying to sleep, but the jet lag got the best of you and you decided to put your clothes in the drawers and closet. Before starting to clean you decided to grab a snack and water.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave you heard the front door unlock and a tired looking Tom walked in.

“Tom? Oh my god why’re you getting home now it’s 2 am, you should’ve stayed with Allana. It’s so late!”

“Oh, y/n? And we were talking then she kicked me out, something about being alone in bed is better for her aura the night before a photoshoot. Why’re you up?” Tom stammered and you scoffed at the story.

“Jet lag. I decided to organize my room, but also wanted a snack.” He nodded sitting in front of you at the counter, “Why don’t you go to sleep now you look like shit.” You joked. He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

“Tsss ouch, y/n, but I kinda wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up.” He said looking at you with his head resting on his hand now. Your heart sped up and sighed trying to stay calm.

“Alright, what do you wanna know?” You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it between you and Tom. He started eating with you.

“How’re you and Mr. Gavin Leatherwood?” His question surprised you because one; that was a very straightforward question and two; you never confirmed anything/ went public with Gavin except for paps photos of you two holding hands and only Zendaya, your family, and Harry knew and swore not to tell Tom.

“Uhm we mutually broke up two weeks ago...” You said looking up at Tom fiddling with your fingers. Tom’s eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide his joy,

“Oh I’m sorry about that y/n.” he said genuinely, “I always thought there was something off about him.” You rolled your eyes getting annoyed thinking back to the past,

“Tom nothing was wrong with him. Like I said it was a mutual break up. He’s a sweet guy, you just never gave him a chance.” You rolled your eyes. He put his arms up in defense,

“Sorry, love, chill. I was trying to make you feel better by implying you deserved better.” You scoffed knowing he was only being half truthful.

“Mhm sure, we both know that you just hated him.” Tom looked at the bowl of popcorn in defeat.

“Thanks for sticking up for Allana by the way. I know she doesn’t seem like the nicest person at first, but when you get to know her she’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh ya I bet.” You joked.

“What? ‘Not gonna give her a chance’, love?” He mocked your American accent and put air quotes in when he said that. You gave him a displeased look,

“Really, Tom? Really? Are seriously going to say that to me when you never stood up for Gavin and was actually the meanest to him?”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “it was a joke, love. I see you still get butt hurt easily.” He said putting his head in his hands. That was it,

“Ok good catching up with you Tom. Good night, asshole.” You took the popcorn and water to your room.

Tom sat there with his eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. He groaned, beating himself up mentally for fucking things up and for checking you out.

You woke up around 7 a.m. groaning because jet lag got to you really bad. You changed into leggings and a crop top ready to go on a light jog knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep.

When you walked down you saw that Tom fell asleep on the couch. Your heart melted at the sight, but you tried to ignore how cute and cuddly he looked. You were about to walk out, but gave in and decided to put a blanket over Tom.

“Oh mornin’ y/n, you’re up early,” You heard Harrison as he walked down in shorts and a tshit-shirt, “Going on a run too?”

“Yup, light one though. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

“Sick, I’ll run with you for a bit then.” You smiled and waited outside for him.

When you started running it was a little silent until he spoke, “So did you put that blanket over Tom?”

“Maybe” you chuckled a bit, it was quiet again.

“Fuck it I’m just gonna say it,” you raised your eyebrow at him, “I shouldn’t be saying thihs, but he hasn’t gotten over you. I think Allana is here just to keep him on his toes. And plus he-”

“Sorry, Harrison, can we not talk about this now? I’m still trying to forget about my past with him since I’m living in his house and all.” You said breathing hard.

“You know you don’t have to do that. As his best friend I know he’d hate for you to pretend like nothing ever happened between you two.”

“Alright then, but if something bad happens because of past events I’m blaming you.” You said jokingly and Harrison laughed, “So what are all the things you need to catch me up on, I’ll let you talk now, I already can’t breathe.” Harrison laughed and started updating you on everything.

“Wait are you serious? That sounds terrible.” You said, Harrison was telling you how he face planted when he was trying to impress a girl.

“Oh my god it was so embarrassing, she was so quiet when she helped me up and took her number out of my phone!” You started dying of laughter.

“I’m so sorry that’s so sad. I can’t help, but to laugh though. She’s missing out though you’re a good looking guy.” He turned red with embarrassment.

“Aw thanks y/n. Also I can’t believe you ended up running the whole time with me.” You shrugged like it was nothing, but your legs were actually aching. You two stepped into the house to the smell of bacon.

“Oh hell yeah... wait is that Tom cooking?” Harrison asked, very surprised.

“Yes, I can cook you div.” Tom said.

You noticed he changed into sweats and he was shirtless.

“Bro the last time you cooked was when-”

Tom turned surprised to see you up, you stared at him a bit too long. He cut Haz off before he can spill anymore beans,

“Morning, love, like what you see?” You scoffed,

“Actually no, just waiting for you to burn your nipples or something since your frying bacon without a shirt.” You went to pour a glass of water and as if on cue Tom yelped in pain.

“Fuck, I burned myself.” Tom hissed and you were gonna laugh at him until you saw his side.

“Oh my god Tom! What the hell how’d you manage to burn your side?” You rushed to his side with an ice pack in a dish towel.

“Haha Tom I thought you said you could cook!” Harrison said dying of laughter.

“Harrison can you go get toothpaste?”

“What the fuck toothpaste?” Harrison and Tom asked at the same time.

“Yes, trust me.” With that Harrison scurried off to get toothpaste.

“Told you being shirtless was a bad idea.” You scolded him.

“You liked it though, don’t deny it,” you pressed the ice pack to his side and he winced, “ouch, love, I was joking.” You giggled a bit at his reaction,

“How hard is it to find toothpaste? Harrison where are you?” You yelled. You looked back at Tom, seemed like something was on his mind.

“You uh look good, y/n.” He stammered, your face heating up more and your heartbeat quickening,

“Tom don’t.”

“What I can’t say my friend looks good? You told Harrison he’s good looking.” You raised your brow. Was he jealous? How the hell did he hear that from inside?

“You’re something else, Holland. Plus you have a girlfriend, don’t think she’d like to hear you say that. Especially when I’m your ex.” For some reason it pained both of you when you said that.

You sat across from him still waiting for Harrison. Tom nudged your foot with his and said, “Y/n, I wanted to say I was sorry about last night. I was tired and being a complete div.”

You looked up at him, “It’s alright, sorry for overreacting and walking out.”

“No no you had every right to.” He sighed and was about to continue, but Haz ran in,

“I got the toothpaste!” Harrison said breathless.

“Why the hell did you take so long?” You asked as Harrison handed you the tube and winked at Tom, he rolled his eyes then face palmed.

“Oh my god, Harrison.” Tom groaned. You caught on real quick, Harrison was giving you two alone time.

“You’re not slick at all Osterfield, you literally suck.” You said as he laughed.

You removed the ice pack from Tom’s side, “Alright, Tom, this is gonna sting a bit.” You warned and spread the paste on his burn he groaned in pain.

“Whoa, Harry cover your innocent eyes!” Tuwaine exclaimed covering his face when he and Harry walked in.

“Really guys having sex in the kitchen?” Harry said.

“Oh shut up you dickheads. I burnt myself and y/n is helping me out.” Tom said, still moaning.

“Tom you’re such a baby. Harry we’re no longer best friends anymore.” You stated. Harry laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Harrison here to save the day with better bacon than Tom’s bacon!” Harrison sang. Tom slapped Harrison’s leg. You laughed excited for how the next few months would turn out because of how eventful this morning already was.

After a very crazy morning and a facetime meeting with your manager you had to go to the table read for the movie you were shooting. Your phone began to ring, it was Harry.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n, I’m really sorry Sam and I are still filming right now. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pick you up in time to drop you off at your table read. Can you have one of the boys at home take you?” You began to stress a bit, but you knew that Harry was working on something really important to him.

“Yes of course. Let me know how filming goes later!”

“Thanks so much for understanding. I’ll tell you everything when I pick you up for dinner with my family! Bye, love.” You said goodbye and hung up, also completely forgetting about dinner with the Hollands tonight.

You walked to Harrison’s room and asked, “Hey are you gonna be busy in like the next hour or so?”

“Sorry, y/n, I’m about to meet up with some friends for lunch. What’d you need?” He asked frantically pacing looking for something.

“Oh, Harry can’t take me to my tableread anymore, I need a ride.”

“Hmm, oh found it!” Harrison pulled out a watch from his drawer, “Well Tuwaine is leaving with me, so I’m afraid your only options are Tom or the tube.”

“Really Harrison?” you groaned and he put his hands up in defense, “Ok have fun at lunch.”

You walked over to Tom’s room to see it empty, “He’s outside!” Tuwaine yelled from across Tom’s room. You thanked him and rushed outside to see Tom still shirtless. He was doing push-ups and the toothpaste looked glittery on his right side in the sunlight. His triceps and biceps enlarged every time he pushed his body up.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me can you, y/n?” He said grunting while finishing his last few reps. You were at a loss for words because he did look really hot at the moment. You blushed and fumbled with your words,

“Oh uh sorry,” He turned and smirked at you, “I need another favor, Harry can’t take me to the tableread and Harrison and Tuwaine are going out for lunch.” He began walking closer to you making your heart skip a beat. What the hell was he doing? “I uh would take myself, but I’ve never driven here before and-” He was inches away from you he reached out and grabbed your shoulder chuckling,

“Alright alright, shut up I’ll take you.” You stared into each other's eyes not breaking eye contact and he reached over to slide the door open wider and he walked past you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and rolled your eyes, you can’t let him get to you, he has a girlfriend! “We need to go in 45 minutes, thanks, Tom!” you yelled and he held a thumbs up.

“Z, I swear I cannot live in this house. Tom is acting like he’s some fuck boy and I swear he really is trying to pull something and he has a girlfriend! Did you know that?” You were rambling

“Uhmmm maybe…” She said awkwardly.

“Z! What the hell? Both you and Harry didn’t tell me.”

“What? Didn't think you’d care, cause you’re a ‘badddd bitchhh’.” You laughed at her mocking you.

“Fine, you and Harry said the exact same thing, weird… anyways what the hell do I do?” You said with your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you looked through your closet for something decent to wear at the Holland house.

“Well, I think you should just focus on what you're doing right now and focus on your growth. Sis, you just broke up with someone, be free for now. It’s time to focus on you and your work.” Zendaya was right, you needed some time to self evaluate and grow, “But also maybe look super hot tonight at the dinner, you know, take his breath away.” She started laughing.

“Z, no! You just said not to worry about boys and he has a girlfriend…”

“But…” she said, waiting for you to carry on.

“But… ok I’ll dress cute, it’s always fun doing that.” You both laughed and she told you what to wear.

“Ok I’m gonna get ready for the tableread, I’ll text you. Love ya!” You said and she said it back and you guys hung up.

“Y/n can we actually leave in 5 minutes? I want to grab lunch, my treat!” Tom said from down the hall.

“Yeah sure.” You grabbed your purse and a bag with extra clothes. You walked out and ran into Tom with a thump he held your shoulders keeping you steady.

“Oops sorry, love. Was just going to tell you to not forget there’s dinner with my family tonight.”

“Yep, got the extra clothes in here.” You said holding up the bag to show him, he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders to take the bag from you and put it over his shoulder, “I could’ve carried it but thanks, bud.” You patted his shoulder and walked off. Tom’s heart dropped when you called him, “bud.”

Tom pulled up to a small cafe that seemed oddly familiar. As soon as he opened the door for you you remembered.

Tom brought back a tray with two burgers, fries, and waters.

“This place has the best burgers in town. Closest thing we have to in-n-out burgers.” he said handing you the second tray. You told Tom you were starting to feel homesick and said he might know how to cheer you up. You smiled taking a huge bite into the burger, Tom looked at you waiting for your reaction,

“Oh my god. Absolutely amazing!” Your eyes lit up and Tom’s heart jolted at the joy on your face. He continued to watch you eat the burger that was somewhat making you less homesick, “Hey, Holland, it’s rude to stare. Eat your burger before I eat it.” You joked and he laughed while taking a bite. His heart began to race as he debated whether or not he should tell you how he feels, then he thought ‘fuck it’.

“Y/n, darling?” You hummed in response.

Here goes nothing, “I like you, y/n. I have for a while now.”

Your thoughts went back to what Zendaya was saying, “don’t worry about boys right now.” You took a deep breath and moved up in the line with Tom. “Tom is that you?” Someone asked from behind the counter.

“Oh, Ms. Sheila! It’s lovely seeing you again.” He said warmly and she came over to give him a hug.

“It’s been so long, and I see you’ve brought this lovely girl back. Is she your girlfriend now?” You widen your eyes and blush.

“Oh my uh no no. We’re just friends, Ms. Sheila.”

“Isn’t this the girl you confessed your feelings to, dear? Then you never came back after that, well only once and that was still ages ago.”

“Oh, that was a while ago Ms. Sheila. Tom and I are just friends now.” You said before Tom.

“Oh well that’s a shame you two would make a lovely couple. Anywho what can I get for you two today?” She asked as you followed her to her side of the counter.

“Two of the usuals please.” Tom asked. She nodded and brought the order out within 5 minutes.

“Now, Tom, I hope you come back more often. Your brothers still come in every now and then.” Tom smiled and promised Ms. Sheila that he’d come back more.

“How’d she know what your usual is if you haven’t been here in so long?” You asked as you both walked to a booth.

“I’d come here to get breakfast with my family on Saturdays and would usually hang out here with my mates after school. This place is really special to me, I’ve made a lot of memories here.” He said picking at his fries, only making it more obvious what memory he was thinking about. You two ate in silence for a while not knowing what to say because of what went down the last time you were both here.

“Alright, ready to go to set, love?” He asked, you nodded as you finished your last bit of the burger and he ate the last of your fries. You and Tom said goodbye to Ms. Sheila and said you’d come back again soon.

“Thanks, Tom, I owe you big time.” You said looking at him with a smile.

“No problem, but what for?” He asked, glancing at you then back at the road.

“For the meal, taking me to set, and letting me stay at your lovely house.”

“Oh it’s no big deal. You helped me heal my burn,” he paused and cleared his throat, “Uhm b-besides, Harry literally begged me to let you stay, and I’ll be gone next week to film Uncharted. So I’ll uh be out of your hair” He joked and your heart dropped. Harry told you Tom is the one that suggested you stay at their house. Now you sat there confused about who to believe. Regardless you were definitely going to have a chat with Harry about all of this.

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andyet-here-we-are · 5 years ago

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I Would Get Into Millions of Accidents Just to See You, Chapter 2 (aka Nurse Geralt AU)

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Geralt is not someone who is an active social media user. He has never been.

Hell, he wouldn’t even use WhatsApp if he didn’t have to.

He thinks that apps like this make people so accessible, and leaves little privacy, and ironically, despite it’s called “social media” it makes people less social. He has lost count of how many times he has seen a group of friends sitting somewhere and scrolling through some apps on their phone or something instead of talking to each other.

Of course, it depends on one’s use, but from what he can tell, whenever you’re online, people tend to think that you have all the time in the world.

So no, thank you very much. He likes his privacy.

Whenever he says that “Social media is for people who don’t have nothing better and important to do,” Ciri just gives him The Look ™ and says: “Okay, boomer.”

He has no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but he is sure it’s not something good.

Once Ciri had downloaded some dating app on his phone without his permission while he was sleeping his ass off after a very tiring night shift. That little match-maker of a girl.

And not only that, but also she had said: “I texted some of the users for you! The ones I thought you might like. One of them seemed nice, I like her energy. So, anyway, long story short, you have a date this weekend. You can thank me later.”

“Excuse me, you did what?!”

Needless to say, Ciri wasn’t allowed to use the internet for three days after that.

“I just want you to be happy,” on the third day, Ciri had said out of the blue while they were reading I, Robot together —they were both into sci-fi, and reading was a great escape from thinking about all the things going on in life.

“You deserve love. Everyone does. Your whole life is nothing but me and your job, and… You deserve happiness, dad. You deserve love.”

“Come here,” Geralt had said, opening his arms wide for her to embrace him, which Ciri had applied.

“I am happy, pumpkin.”

“You could be happier… If there was someone you loved and dated—”

“Ciri, look. Love is… A beautiful thing.” he started ‘Even though it can be hurtful,’ was left unsaid.

“But love doesn’t necessarily mean the affection between a couple. It doesn’t just mean romantic love. Love can be in many forms, shapes, and different ways. Love of self, of animals, of nature, friends, family… We experience love every day when you think about it. You can find it in everything. Even in a slice of homemade pie that Mrs. April brought us today.”

“I love pie! But dad, I doubt that if a slice of pie can tell you that you look lovely today. A cutie-pie on the other hand—”

“Ciri, have you been even listening to me?”

“…and a pie can’t run their fingers through your hair-”

Geralt sighs, “Why am I even trying?”

“Deep down you know I’m right. Dad… How about you just… give her a chance? For me? Just see how it goes?”

"Is it gonna make you happy if I do that?”

“So happy!”

“And you’re not gonna do something like that ever again.”

“Promise!”

“Not downloading stupid apps on my phone, and not trying to set me up.”

“You got it, Cap!”

Geralt had met with that woman, and they just didn’t click.

True to her word, Ciri never has done something like that again.

***

Geralt is not someone who likes social media.

But there he is, looking at the musician’s posts instead of sleeping—even though he has to get up early as always tomorrow—scrolling through the app, and feeling like a high school girl with a stupid crush.

He reads every little caption the musician had written.

Surprisingly- well, maybe not so surprisingly- his songs aren’t the only thing he posts about.

He posts about random things; sometimes it’s a pretty flower he came across this morning, sometimes it’s a kitten, a book he is currently reading, food recipes, his drawings, things like that.

His account seems like just his personality.

Filled with all the beautiful colors in the word. Filled with joy, and every little thing he shares feels so sincere. Personal.

[I tried that recipe @Brianricci has sent me and it still feels like there are fireworks in my stomach, so here’s a little drawing for you my life-saver pasta-mate.]

That one makes Geralt smile. Reminds him of that day.

***

“I have something for you, Mr. Should Have Been A Model But Became A Nurse For Some Reason. Not that I’m complaining, for the record. The only thing I have complaints about is your hospital’s awful food. So awful that it should be illegal. A sin, even. You’re sinning whenever you guys force people to eat that food. I can only imagine your staff’s weekly confessing: ‘Forgive me father for I’ve sinned.’

‘What’s wrong, immortal one? What did you do?’

‘Oh, father, even bathing myself in holy water can’t cleanse me from my sins! I made my patient eat that awful food, I had to, father! I had to! I had no choice! But I have faith that I can change that one day!’

‘Faith becomes you. Stay with it. Keep fighting the good fight with all thy might.’

God help him this man is so ridiculous.

“Why are you suddenly Anthony Hopkins from The Rite?”

“Eh, just felt like it,” Jaskier shrugs “Your jello is pretty good though, so, good deed point. And your nurses aren’t half bad either, so I heard.”

Jaskier winks at him.

The audacity of that man.

“Anyway! As I was saying, I have something for you—”

“I have something for you, too, Mr. Pankratz,” Geralt says. He has a good guess about what Jaskier has for him.

A drawing of a flower.

He had heard the staff talking about how the pretty patient in room 242 has been giving flower drawings to pretty much everyone while he was walking around.

“Why thank you, you shouldn’t have! You brought some wine for me or something? For the celebration for my third week here? You’re so kind, my good sir.”

“It’s your medicines.”

“…ever the heartbreaker. I take back everything I said. You’re the devil in disguise.”

After Geralt gives him his medicines, Jaskier pulls a scratch book under his pillow and carefully tears a page from it. He gives it to Geralt.

“I thought I was the devil in disguise?” The nurse says as he takes the drawing from him “Are you sure that you should give demons a flower draw—”

Geralt can’t finish his sentence.

Because what he is looking at certainly is not a flower drawing.

It’s a man who holds a syringe in his hand with a kind smile on his face, and the syringe is filled with cute little hearts.

It’s him.

There’s a giant cactus standing behind him for some reason Geralt finds it hard to understand why.

He has seen the other drawings, and they are nothing like this one. This one looks like Jaskier has tried his hardest to make it perfect. Put everything in it. It’s perfect and detailed as if he had drawn it while looking at Geralt. It also seems familiar for some reason.

“—in conclusion, devils are fallen angels, so…” Geralt hears Jaskier talking.

Yet he is too busy to say something as he keeps looking at the drawing in his hands.

“Ooops, did I go too far with the hearts?”

“Hm.”

“Geralt? Say something, please? Oh God, I broke my nurse. They’re sooo gonna sue me. And I don’t think I can afford a good lawyer, I’ll rot in jails, I��m too young to rot in jails, I can’t be someone’s bitch, I’m not even—”

“May I ask why is there a cactus standing behind me?”

“A comment! Phew! Finally! Well, that would be because you’re just like a cactus.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Better than being a weed, Dandelion.”

Jaskier holds his hand to his chest and gasps, feigning offense.

“Words hurt, Geralt. Words hurt.

I meant it as, like, let’s face it, you’re kinda prickly on the outside sometimes, but soft on the inside? A cactus in the desert.”

Geralt sighs.

“And now you imply that my hospital is a desert. How nice. What’s next?”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s okay.”

It’s obviously more than okay, but teasing with the young man is fun, and everyone needs some fun in their lives once in a while.

“If you don’t appreciate my drawing just give it back,” Jaskier makes grabby hands as he pouts like a little kid that just dropped his ice cream, “I’m pretty sure it’ll look good on my fridge anyway. No trouble for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not giving this back. Too late, you should’ve thought that before you gave it to me. Can’t take it back now.”

“If you don’t say something nice about my spectacular drawing you can be sure that I’m gonna take it back from your hands even if that means putting up a fight.”

“How bold of you to think that you’re in a condition to put up a fight.”

“You’d be surprised. And if I can’t, your other nurse friends and your fellow patients can do it for me. I haven’t been handing out flower drawings for nothing all day.”

“And you say I am the devil in disguise.”

“I never said I was an angel, have I? Seriously though, you have ten seconds to pay a compliment to my drawing. Ten—”

“ ‘Okay’ was a compliment.”

“I beg to differ, since when ‘okay’ is a compliment? Say that to the Italian chef in Mamma Mia when he asks how is the pasta and see if he takes ‘okay’ as a compliment and doesn’t pour half-full pasta plate over your head, and ruin your favorite bee shirt. Also, nine.”

“That was oddly specific. Did that happen to you?”

“Eight, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I was just being hypothetical. Seven, six—”

“I bet he wouldn’t threaten me with taking my meal back if I did at least.”

“Sev— wait a second I was counting backwards, weren’t I? Where were we? Five!”

“Man, you’re really no good at math.”

“Wanna know what I’m good at? Many things, and fighting happens to be one of them. Four, ” Jaskier attempts to get up from the bed, somehow forgetting about his broken leg for a split second and swears: “Ah, cock!”

Geralt barely holds back a laugh at that one.

“Careful.”

“I can still verbally fight you.”

“You’ve been already doing that for the last five minutes.”

“…three.”

“You never give up, do you?” Geralt rolls his eyes with a smile, “It’s a good drawing. I really like it.”

Another lie.

He doesn’t just like it, he loves it.

But even saying that he likes it is enough to make Jaskier beam at him.

“You gave everyone a flower drawing,” he points out “but I get a cactus and a drawing of myself, why is that? It must have taken some time to draw this.”

“A special drawing for a special nurse.” Not making eye contact, Jaskier says so softly that Geralt nearly misses it. “Yeah, it sure took some time to draw it, and my schedule was so full because of all the crazy hospital parties you guys keep throwing that I could hardly find the time, but eh, I managed somehow.”

“Sucks that they never invite me to that parties,” the nurse jokes back. “Seriously though, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I’d like to draw something for Ciri, too. But I’m saving it for later when I can meet her. You didn’t tell her that I’m here, right?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Good! Keep it that way.”

***

Smiling at the memory, Geralt rises from his bed to take the drawing from his bedside drawer. No, of course he doesn’t look at it every day, what are you talking about?

If he hadn’t promised Jaskier that he wouldn’t let Ciri know until these two can meet in person, this drawing would be on his wall already.

Maybe next to Ciri’s painting of a white wolf.

He had considered doing so but then decided that it would be wise if he didn’t. No doubt Ciri would figure out it was Jaskier’s drawing as soon as she would see it. It was signed by him, after all. Not that Ciri couldn’t figure it out without the signature.

“What the hell, Geralt” The nurse snorts to himself and runs a hand over his face as he imagines his room filled with the drawings of his daughter, and Jaskier’s. “What are you gonna dream about next? Ciri being a flower girl at your wedding?”

Fuck.

He is totally dreaming about it now.

God, it’s crazy how much he misses him, even though he doesn’t really know him.

Ciri already is crazy about Jaskier, and Geralt looks forward to them to meet, to see how Ciri is going to react when she sees him. He feels like the two would talk non-stop, and he would just listen to them talking about God knows what.

He would have no problem with that; in fact.

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow,” he thinks.

He wants to see Jaskier again.

(Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of Jaskier in this chapter, but it was like:

-So, it’s time for you to meet Ciri!

-Hah, well, I love her, but I don’t think so. Not yet.

-But Ciri-

-You can have me as a Flashback Guest in this chapter, nothing more.

-But my plan wasn’t like this.

-Too bad, I’m my own character.

Let me know what you think please. Have a good day everyone ~ 💛)

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 5 years ago

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But I Hate You (5)

PART 5

Florian Munteanu x reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading. I’m always super nervous about posting stories and y’all always make me feel good about sharing my thoughts. THANK YOU!!

Word Count: 3,873

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He'd ghosted you. Or at least, that's what it felt like. He walked out of your apartment days ago with a promise to call you and you hadn't heard anything from him since.

You half listened to Kay go on and on about her and Michael's anniversary dinner.

"Hey, are you listening?" She nudged you.

"Hmm?? Sorry," you shook your head, "what'd you say?"

"I asked what do you think Mike is up to? He never plans things and he planned a party for our anniversary. We usually just celebrate quietly."

"He planned the entire thing? By himself?" You query.

"Yeah, he told me to just make sure I show up."

"Kayla, he's going to propose to you." You said in a matter of fact tone.

"What? No," she sat up in her chair. "No... You think??"

"The party planning should've given it away. He can barely plan his day without you and now he's doing an entire party by himself?"

"Yeah, but he's so low key and private. He wouldn't do that in front of everyone...would he?" She asked you. "I mean, what if I say no?"

"Are you going to say no?"

"What?! Absolutely not, I've wanted to marry that man the moment he asked my name. Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember you ditched me to hang out with him," you rolled your eyes. "Speaking of being ditched, have you seen Florian?"

"Not for a few days, why? You finally ready to tell me about the sex you two had?" She pulled her sunglasses down on her nose and peeked over the rim.

You sat up in your chair and looked around. You would swear she was loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear even though the next house was miles away.

"Why do you think we had sex?"

She just stared at you. Why do you constantly try to lie to her? It's useless.

"It was amazing, okay? It was the best sex I've ever had and then when he dropped me off, he fucked me against the wall and then disappeared." You spilled.

"So, he just left? No phone calls or anything?"

"Nope. He got a call and he was all grinning and shit about it and then he said he'd call me and left." You leaned back in your chair and sighed.

"Oh bitch, we need to investigate. Who was he talking to? What was he saying?" She leaned over into your space.

"I don't know Kayla," you snapped, "he was speaking in German. Maybe he was talking to one of his little model chicks and he's been with her the last few days catching up."

She was quiet for a while and then blurted, "Bitch please, we about to find out what's up. Don't nobody ghost my best friend." She grabbed her phone, but you took it from her before she could make the call.

"Absolutely not, you will not call him and make it a big deal. If he's finally gotten what he was sniffing around for then congrats to him for putting on a show as if his feelings were real. It's the way the game is played." You shrugged.

"You sure? Because I'll call him right now and —"

"I'm sure," you cut her off. "Now, what we should actually be worrying about is what you're going to wear to your engagement partyyyy." You sang.

"You really think he's gonna ask?" She changed her tone.

"I really think he's going to ask."

You both squealed with excitement and decided to go shopping for a new dress. She convinced you to buy one too, because according to her, her best friend had to look just as good in the photos.

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When you walked into the house, the party was in full swing. You were headed in Kay's direction when Florian caught your eye. You hadn't seen him in the few weeks you'd been back from vacation, but he did text you a few times after you’d talked to Kay about it. You'd been keeping your replies very short with him thinking he was only trying to save face.

He was dressed in white slacks and a white dress shirt. Damn, he looked good. You gave him a half smile and waved. He immediately stopped his conversation and came over to hug and kiss you.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You look quite nice yourself," you returned the compliment. A beat of awkward silence passed between you. "I should um, go find the happy couple." You lifted the bag in your hand to hint at giving them their gift.

"Oh yeah, of course." He grabbed your hand and led the way. You weren't exactly inviting him along, but you followed him anyway.

"Hey," you hugged Kay and then Michael.

"It's about time you showed up," he said to you.

"What? I wasn't informed that I needed to be here at a certain time and the party only started an hour ago."

"Heeeeyyy!!!" You heard a voice beside you and before you knew it you were being swept off of your feet and spun in a circle. "Look at you," he took your hand and twirled you around, "girl, you look good!" Steelo, Michael's other best friend, said. You hugged him just as excited to see him.

Florian loved Steelo like a brother, but his blood immediately started boiling when he put his hands on you. He never took his eyes off of you and you cleared your throat when you noticed him watching.

"Excuse me, I think it's a good time for me to start drinking," you announced.

"Yeah, get a drink. Matter of fact, everybody grab a drink. I wanna make a toast." Michael said.

Everyone grabbed glasses of champagne and gathered around the couple.

"Thanks everyone for coming out tonight," he began, "this is a very special night for us and I wanted to make sure that our closest family and friends were here to help us celebrate." He turned to Kay to address her, "Kay, you've put up with me and everything that comes along with this crazy lifestyle for the past three years. You've been my rock and you've made me a much better man. I couldn't ask for a better partner for my team."

Everyone aww'd at his sweet words. He dug in his pocket and bent down on one knee. The entire room gasped and Kay's jaw hit the floor. He grabbed her hand and kissed it before opening the small black box to reveal a 3ct. pear shaped stone.

"Oh my God, YES!" She yelled.

"I haven't asked you yet," he laughed.

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

"Kayla Rose, will you please be my wife?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

He slid the ring onto her finger and stood to kiss her. Everyone clapped as they kissed. You ran to her and gave her the biggest hug.

"Let me see that rock," you grabbed her hand. "Damnnnnn!"

"I know right? I wish I could marry him right now. I don't want to wait." She said looking down at her finger.

"Word? Do you mean that?"

"Hell yeah, I mean it."

He signaled for two of the servers to open the back doors. When the yard was revealed, it was already set up for a ceremony. The officiant was standing under the circle arch already waiting.

Kay couldn't hold back her tears. She couldn't believe that he'd put all of this together. An engagement and a wedding in the same day. Just then her father, mother and sister walked through the doors. She ran over to hug her family. He’d secretly flown them in for the ceremony. Seriously, he'd thought of everything.

"You ready?" He asked proudly.

"Wait! We need 10 minutes to fix her make up," you grabbed her and jetted up the stairs.

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When you finally got Kay to stop crying, you fixed her makeup and headed back down for the ceremony. You came down to discover three teardrop bouquets of white roses, cornflowers and lisianthuses. All three of her favorite flowers.

Michael was already at the alter waiting with Steelo by his side as his best man. You walked out next by yourself and then Florian and Kay's younger sister followed. Soon after, Kay and her father came walking down the aisle.

As the ceremony started you noticed Florian staring at you. You kept trying to ignore it, but you couldn't stop yourself from looking across at him. Your heart was beating into overdrive and you could swear that there were actual butterflies in your stomach.

The officiant finally gave your friend permission to kiss his bride. You all cheered and watched them enter their home as husband and wife for the first time.

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"I'm gonna get some air. I'm worn out," you said to your dance partner of the night.

"You good?" Steelo asked.

"Yeah, just hot," you assured him before slipping out of the back door. You sat down in the front row of chairs that were used for the ceremony and rubbed the back of your neck.

"Too much dancing?"

You jumped at the sound of Florian's voice. You hadn't heard him come out behind you.

"Yeah, had to take a break."

"So uh, what's the story between you and Steelo?" He sat next to you and pulled your legs onto his lap. He removed your shoes and you wiggled your toes. It reminded you of the first time you'd gone out with him.

"There is no story. He's like family."

"Do you grind on all of your family?"

"Just the ones I'm not actually related to. What's with the questions?"

"I thought I made it very clear how I felt about you and then you're all over another man all night. Do you know how bad I want to break his face?" He quizzed. You could tell he was upset, but his voice was calm and even. That made your pussy wet.

"You're the one who left without a word Florian. We have sex and then you get a call from one of your little girlfriends and you run off."

"What are you talking about?" He scrunch his face in confusion.

"Before you left, you got a phone call and then said you'd call me. I didn't hear from you for days and then you send me a 'wyd' text like you hadn't just ghosted me and when i hint at seeing you, you’re too busy."

"Oh... I can see how that looks bad, but I have a reason." He paused.

"Now would be the time for you to share your reason with the rest of the class, Florian."

"I know, I just enjoy watching you get annoyed," he smiled.

"I don't have the patience for this," you tried to move your legs, so you could go back inside, but he held them in place.

"Wait, I'm kidding," he moved his hand up and down your smooth skin. "The call I got was from a florist. Some of the flowers in the bouquets are exclusive to Germany and I had to track down a shop that actually carried them." He inched his hand higher up your thigh.

"Still doesn't explain why you stopped talking to me," you slapped his hand to keep him from going further, but he didn't stop.

"I couldn't talk to you or I was going to tell you everything and if I told you then you'd tell Kay." He'd slipped his hand under your dress and brushed his fingers over your clit. "I couldn't have you ruining the surprise, iubi."

He moved your dress up around your waist and pulled your panties to the side, smiling as he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

"Flo, stop," you said instinctively widening your thighs. "Someone could come out here and see us."

"I just want a taste," he leaned down and sucked your clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub and released it with a satisfied moan.

You sat up and threw your leg over him to straddle his lap. Cupping his face in your hands you pressed your mouth to his. He immediately parted your lips with his tongue.

You could feel him hardening beneath you and your hips moved in a circle. He grabbed two handfuls of your ass and pressed you down onto him even more.

You moved back just enough to unbutton his slacks.

"What about someone seeing us?" He raised a brow.

"What about it?" You pulled his dick from his pants and let a ribbon of spit stream from your mouth. You rubbed it and made sure it was coated before he grabbed your hips to lower you down onto him.

"Ooooh, fuck!" You said simultaneously.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and swiveled your hips in a figure 8 motion. Your toes were pointed and digging into the ground helping you keep your balance.

"You feel so good, iubi." He spoke into your throat. His nails were digging into your bottom so hard you would no doubt have marks when this was over.

"I missed you. I missed this dick so much."

You heard the music from inside get louder. Someone had opened the door. You halted your movements, but Florian never stopped pumping his hips.

"Ayo, we're getting ready to cut the cake. Can y'all stop kissing long enough to join us?" Michael yelled across to you. He didn’t seem even a little surprised that the two of you were hugged up together.

"Yep, we'll be right there," you said quickly. Florian sped up and held you down when you attempted to stand. "Fuck, Flo, you're gonna get us caught."

"I thought we no longer cared about getting caught?" He growled.

"Yoooo, let's go! You know she's not gon cut this cake without you there!" He yelled again.

Your pussy clenched. You were right on the edge of an orgasm. The thought of being found out exciting you. Florian growled again. He was close too.

"Fuck." You heard his voice just above a whisper.

"I'm cumming," you yelled. "Right now! Right now!" Your body shook.

Florian grabbed you around your waist and coated your walls with his seed. He laid his head on your chest as he tried to control his breathing.

"Aight," Michael said and turned to go back inside completely oblivious to the double meaning of your words.

You and Florian looked at one another and laughed.

"We should probably get in there before he sends her out here," he said. You nodded in agreement.

You fixed yourselves up before heading inside. He stood behind you with his arm wrapped around you while you watched your friends cut slices of cake.

"Don't smash cake in my face," Kay said while picking up her piece.

"Girl, ain't nobody gon smash cake in your face."

Kay took a bite from the piece Michael was holding and then immediately smushed her piece all over his face. Everyone in the room gasped before erupting into laughter. She leaned in to kiss him and tell him how cute he looked.

"I'm sure you had that coming," you chimed in.

"Same way you got this coming," he said before flinging the cake in your direction. You ducked out of the way and it hit Florian.

"Bro!" He swiped at the cake.

"You really need to work on your aim," you laughed.

Kay grabbed a handful and smeared it all over him again. "That’s for trying to hit my best friend!"

"You are my wife you're supposed to be on my side." He grabbed his own cake and put it all over her.

Some people started leaving the room, they did not want to be involved. Others stayed to record, some getting hit in the process. Florian and Steelo grabbed cake to throw and you joined in. Five adults, having a cake fight at a wedding. What a sight to see.

You and Kay ducked down as you were outnumbered.

"I see you two made up," she said to you.

"We di—" before you could finish your sentence you were being pulled from behind the island by your foot. You heard Kay yelp soon after.

The guys had snuck around and grabbed you. "Give me one good reason why, I shouldn't do this?" He threatened you with more of the confection. You curled your finger for him to come closer, so you could whisper in his ear.

"Because my panties are soaking wet from my pussy leaking your cum." You licked icing off of his face.

He dropped the cake and pulled you off the floor.

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You were in the bathroom cleaning up when Florian pushed the door open. He picked you up and set you on the counter top.

"No, Flo, we can't have sex in here. Stop it," you pushed against his broad chest.

"Why not?" He kissed your neck and then your lips.

"Because I need to shower. I have cake in some very unpleasant places thanks to you." You said in between kisses.

"Tell me where and I'll make sure to get it all."

"Stooppp," you giggled.

"Fine," he grumbled with one last kiss. "But we can finish getting cleaned up at my place," he grabbed your hand helping you down.

"Hey there, love birds," Kay walked in.

"Hello, Mrs. Jordan how can I help you?"

"Hey, can you watch the house until we get back? We've planned for wheels up in like an hour." She didn't actually wait for your response. She just tossed you the key ring and turned to leave.

"Wait, where the hell are you going?" You both followed behind her.

"On my honeymoon," she said as if you were just supposed to know that.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Girl, I don't know. Just make sure all of these people get out. As a matter of fact," she stood on the couch, "hey everyone, I'd like to thank you all for being a part of this special day. I just want you to know that I love you and appreciate you."

Everyone aww'd collectively, but you knew what was coming next.

"Now, with that being said, my husband and I are getting ready to go on our honeymoon, so... Y'all gotta go." She continued.

Thankfully, everyone just laughed it off and gathered their things to leave. It was only a small party, so it didn't take long for them all to file out. The staff had already left and she informed you that the cleaning crew would be by in the morning. You hugged your friends goodbye and watched them leave.

Once everyone was gone you and Florian looked around the house and then at each other.

"Should we clean just a little?" You asked him.

"No," he quickly said.

"It's not even that bad, we could have this done tonight and cancel the crew for tomorrow."

"No." He grabbed the keys and pulled you out of the door. You both still needed to get cleaned up, so he drove you to his place.

"I'll use the guest bathroom," he pulled out a t-shirt and shorts for you and then turned on the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

You thanked him and undressed. You made a mental note to never participate in such an activity ever again. There seriously was cake in places cake had no business being.

When you exited the bathroom, he was already in the bed and scrolling social media.

"About time," he said never looking up from his phone.

"Save your dramatics, I wasn't even in there for long." You climbed onto the bed. He only wore a pair of gray sweats. Your tongue snaked out over your lips as you eyeball his dick print. No underwear.

You climbed on top of him. His body instantly started reacting to you. He tried to pretend like he was unbothered by you and kept scrolling on his phone.

Cute. You thought to yourself and laughed.

You pulled your shorts off and threw them at him. He moved them off of his face and continued his scrolling and double tapping.

"Okay, so do you want to play with this pussy or do I have to do it myself?" You asked as you rubbed your already slick lips.

His dick was full on hard now and he couldn't resist watching you play with yourself.

"Touch me, Flo. Please?" You slid two of your delicate fingers inside of your pussy.

"No, I've had time to think about it and you let another man touch you earlier, so I don't think you deserve it."

"Aw, baby, you're jealous?" You pumped your fingers faster and moaned.

He palmed his hard member through his pants. His resistance becoming more and more nonexistent.

"I promise I would never give him your pussy, baby." You pinched your nipple through the shirt. "Ooh, yes," you mewled. Your orgasm was near.

He stopped you from moving and then slowly pulled your fingers out. He stuck them into his mouth basking in your essence before diving in between your thighs. He spread your legs wide and made circles on your clit with his tongue. He stuck two fingers into your slick cavern and curled them to hit your g-spot.

Just as you were about to cum, he stopped, pulled himself up and roughly thrust into you so hard you lost your breath.

"Fuuuuck, what are you trying to do to me?" You dug your nails into his back.

"Break you," he spoke low in your ear.

Your flood gates opened without warning. Your thighs tightened around his waist. He kept fucking allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

"My god, I fucking love you!" You yelled as another orgasm erupted from your core.

Your words provoked his volley and once again he released inside of you with a mewl that rumbled deep in his chest. He stayed on top of you unwilling to break the bond you currently shared so soon.

After a few moments of the silence only being cut by the sounds of your beating hearts and quick breaths, he was finally going soft and moved off you.

Just like last time, he went to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and came to clean you up first and then himself. When he was done, he propped himself up on the headboard and you sat up to snuggle up under him.

"You said you loved me," he finally said.

"I know," you traced his collarbone with your finger.

He hooked his finger beneath your chin, so you'd look up at him.

"Did you mean it or was it just in the moment?" His heart was pounding rapidly. He was afraid. Afraid that the answer you gave was not going to be the one that he was hoping to hear.

"I meant it," you told him.

His smile was wide as he pulled you onto his lap. He planted kisses all over your lips, face and neck. He finally stopped to press his forehead to yours.

"I'm gonna make love to you all night long." He promised.

"No, gym junkie, I'm gonna be sore," you pushed against him. You fell onto your back and his large body hovered over you.

He stared down at you with those big hazel green eyes and poked out his lip. "But I love you," he confessed before connecting your lips once more. You spent the rest of the night tangled with another just as he promised.

END

A/N: I am fully aware that people can’t spontaneously get married, but eh, it’s all fiction.

#florian munteanu x reader #florian x reader #florian munteanu #big nasty #florian big nasty munteanu #Lotusss Writes

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shadowywerewolfqueen · 4 years ago

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I Cursed the Gloom That Set Upon Us

For Suptober Day 22. The full prompt was “I Cursed the Gloom That Set Upon Us, but I Know That I Love You So”. This piece is pretty in canon minus the love confession at the end and I’m completely ignoring Cas’ deal with the Shadow in lieu of Cas and Dean getting a happy ending.

“Dean, you and Cas need to fix things,” Sam said as they sat at the table sipping on beers.

Dean slammed his bottle on the table. “You know, that’s exactly what Rowena said when we were in Hell. Why does everybody keep saying that?”

“Because the two of you don’t do well when you’re angry at each other. You guys are better off working together. Besides, you owe Cas an apology,” Sam said, afraid of how Dean would react.

“I owe him an apology? He’s the one that screwed up with Belphegor and getting the crook. Not to mention the whole mess with Jack and losing mom sits squarely on his shoulders,” Dean replied angrily.

Sam looked at Dean with one of his famous bitch faces. “Dean, Cas saved us from Belphegor and you know that! He was only using us to make a stab for the throne of Hell.” Sam was silent for a moment before adding, “It’s not Cas’ fault mom died.”

The chair toppled backwards as Dean lurched to his feet. He slammed his palms on the table and scowled at his brother. “HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SAY THAT?”

Sam was unfazed by his brother’s outburst. “Because Cas wasn’t the one to kill her.”

“No he didn’t, but he didn’t tell us about Jack and losing his soul! We all know how dangerous someone without a soul is! He should have told us! I never would have let mom near Jack if I had known the kid was walking around without a soul,” Dean said, his voice shaking with fury.

“He was just trying to protect Jack! Neither of us can say we wouldn’t have done the same thing! I was soulless and look what you did to get me back! Hell, I drank demon blood and look how hard you fought for me! You were a damn demon and I made some poor choices to make sure I got you back! We do anything to save each other, so why would you expect any less from Cas to protect Jack?” Sam stared at his brother, trying to make Dean see reason.

“He should have told us the truth about Jack! At least then we could have been more cautious around the kid,” Dean argued.

Sam frowned. “Oh yeah, because you definitely err on the side of caution. Dean, you didn’t even want to give Jack a chance when he was first born. Cas was probably afraid you would have tried to kill him again.”

“Mom is dead because of Jack,” Dean stated.

Sam shook his head. “You’re right, she is but we know- you know, if Jack had had a soul, he would have never hurt her. Dean, I let you get turned into a fucking vampire when I was soulless. You can’t blame Jack and you can’t blame Cas. He’s a Winchester, he didn’t exactly have the best role models when it comes to this kind of shit.”

Dean huffed and looked away. “He still should have said something. We could have avoided all of this.”

“Dean, quit acting like a child. You’re not pissed about Cas not telling us about Jack, not really. You’re pissed because Cas kept a secret from you. You’re pissed because Cas didn’t confide in you,” Sam replied.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean snapped.

Sam stood from his chair. “I know how you feel… about Cas, how you really feel. Instead of hiding behind your anger, maybe you could actually admit to yourself and to him how you truly feel. I get feelings aren’t your thing but don’t you think Cas deserves to know the truth?” He walked out the kitchen without another word.

A few days later found Dean and Cas walking down a beaten trail through Purgatory. Dean was mostly silent, still unsure about his feelings towards Cas. He was furious at the angel for his role in Mary’s death and then for leaving when things got hard. But, somewhere deeper down, were other feelings. Feelings that Sam had hinted at in the bunker’s kitchen.

“I hate being in this place. Purgatory has a way of heightening your feelings,” Cas said softly.

Dean glanced at the angel before looking away. “And what feelings are those? I know right now anger is at the top of my list.”

Cas looked at Dean, hurt swimming in his eyes. “Well, this place will bring that out in you. Guilt is at the top of mine. Guilt. Being back here reminds me of my past transgressions. It was my fault the Leviathan got out. It was my fault we were here the first time. I carry that guilt every day.”

Dean swallowed past the lump in his throat. “What else do you feel guilt about?”

“For the people I didn’t manage to save and therefore lost them,” Cas replied stoically.

Dean licked his lips. He wasn’t sure who Cas was talking about but he had an idea. “I know you're sorry, Cas. About Bel, about Mom.”

Cas looked at Dean, anger flickering across his features. “I was talking about Jack. I already apologized to you. You just refused to hear it.”

Dean clenched his jaw. “Sorry I brought it up. Maybe if you didn't just up and leave us.”

“You didn't give me a choice. You couldn't forgive me. And you couldn't move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn't stop me,” Cas replied, a hard edge to his voice.

Dean was silent. Cas was right, Dean was angry. He was furious about mom and Jack. Sam was right, though, he was even angrier that Cas had never confided in him in the first place. After everything the two of them had been through, Dean was hurt that Cas didn’t trust him enough to talk to him. So, Dean did what he did best, he lashed out. He said the most hurtful things he could to Cas, causing the angel to leave which in turn hurt even more.

Dean could forgive Cas, he just didn’t want to. If he did, he would be forced to look at his true feelings for the angel. It was easy to hide behind anger, it was familiar to Dean. Admitting the truth, that was terrifying and Dean had no idea where he would land if he did tell Cas the truth.

Before Dean had a chance to say anything, the Leviathan blossoms came into view. Too bad the leviathan they had been following had led them into a trap. After a brief scuffle, Dean was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, Cas was gone and the blossoms were all burned to a crisp.

Dean pushed to his feet and stared at the blossoms in defeat. They had lost and now there was no other way to defeat Chuck. He looked around and called out, “CAS! CAS!” He started walking back to the rift, hoping to find Cas along the way.

He wandered for hours and still there was no sign of Cas. Dean was deep in the forest and he was losing hope every second. He pulled his phone out to check how much longer they had until the rift closed and was dismayed to see they had less than half an hour. Dean looked around again, the silence of the forest closing in around him. He let out a few gasps of air, trying to keep his emotions in check. He had to find Cas, he just had to. Even if he was angry, he couldn’t lose the angel.

He leaned against a tree and did something he hadn’t done in years. He prayed to his best friend. “Cas? Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late.” Dean licked his lips and said the words he should have told Cas a long time ago. “I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.”

Dean exhaled sharply, trying to keep the tears from falling but it wasn’t working. He sniffled as he felt the wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes. He looked around, hoping to see the angel, but he was still hopelessly alone. He kneeled next to the tree, his legs unable to support his weight any longer. “I-- Ohh. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know -- I know that it's -- i-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just -- it comes out. And I can't -- I can't stop it.”

The first few tears were starting to slide down his cheeks as Dean finally admitted the truth he had been carrying inside. “No matter how -- how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And -- and I-I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long -- I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm -- I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me.”

Dean’s voice broke on the last word. He glanced around one final time and still no sign of Cas. He wiped the tears from his eyes and took a deep breath. There was one more thing he needed to say and there were a couple song lyrics that summed it up perfectly. “I cursed the gloom that set upon us, but I know that I love you so,” Dean prayed softly. He looked for Cas, hoping the angel would appear. He licked his lips and dried the last of his tears. “Okay.” He stood to his feet and started walking once again.

A few minutes later, a voice called out, “Dean!”

Dean hefted his gun and aimed but immediately dropped it when he realized who was nestled under a tree. Dean’s face lit up in relief and joy at seeing the angel. “Cas.”

Cas stood up and Dean couldn’t help but notice the dried blood on his face and the ripped clothes. Dean didn’t care about any of that as he pulled Cas into a tight hug, glad to know his angel was safe. Cas quickly explained what happened after Dean was knocked unconscious. Even though he was taken by leviathans, Cas managed to find a blossom and escape.

“You did it. You did it Cas,” Dean said,staring at his friend with pride.

Cas gave a single nod of his head. “Well, they’re still after me. We should hurry,” he said as he tucked the blossom back in his coat.

Dean looked at Cas and knew he had to tell him the truth. He didn’t know if Cas heard his prayer so he was going to make sure now. “Okay Cas, I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say it. I heard your prayer,” Cas said before walking forward and sealing his mouth over Dean’s.

Dean dropped his gun as he wrapped his arms around Cas’ waist. He moved his lips against Cas’ and even though they were dry, the angel’s lips against his was the best feeling in the world. He pressed closer, wanting to feel as much of the angel’s body as possible. He tilted his head, allowing their lips to press even closer together.

When they finally broke apart, Dean was panting. Cas didn’t seem much better. They stared at each other, something bright shining in their eyes. Cas reached out and twined his fingers with Dean’s. “I love you too.”

Dean was so overwhelmed that all he could do was press his lips to Cas’ once more. Things weren’t completely fixed between them and they still had God to defeat but with Cas by his side, Dean knew he could conquer the world.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 5 years ago

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*Insecurities–Noah Centineo

Warning: SMUT, language, body image

Most high schoolers can't wait for summer. Me? I dreaded it.

Summer consisted of campouts, lake trips, and pool parties. Speaking of pool parties, I was currently procrastinating getting ready for the biggest one. It was Abigail Hanson's Summer Kickoff party. She had it every year to "start the summer off right" as she so humbly puts it every time she invites someone.

I looked in the mirror at the two-piece swimsuit I was wearing. It was kind of like a bikini, but has a little more fabric, covering more skin. When I saw the way I looked, I hated it.

I know. How cliché. A girl not liking what she saw when she looked in the mirror. But when you're constantly around athletic guys and model ready girls, you tend to see every little imperfection.

Although I was on the cheerleading team, I wasn't the skinniest girl. I mainly made the team because I was good at tumbling. The only reason I really fit in with the other cheerleaders is because of my relationship with the football team's kicker, Noah Centineo.

Noah and I have been friends since we were little. I was in gymnastics and he was in football. Once we got to middle school, he made the football team and convinced me to try out for the cheerleading squad so I could go to all his games.

I didn't have this problem in middle school. I felt comfortable on the team. It wasn't until I made the team in high school that I started to feel self-conscious around the girls.

Noah tried to tell me it was all in my head, but I saw the way they looked at me. I was just the team's tumbler. I was the only one on the team that could do more than a back handspring or a simple flip.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ringing. "Hello?"

"Hey, babe." Noah greeted. It's normal for him to call me that. It was just something we called each other. There was never anything behind it.

At least to him. Every time he called me babe it made my heart beat faster. I loved it when he called me babe or any of the other nicknames he has for me.

"Y/N? Hello? You there?"

"Yeah, sorry." I laughed awkwardly. "Just zoned out. What's up?"

"I asked if you were going to Abigail's party?"

"I guess," I sighed. "I don't really have a choice. She's on the team and it's kind of expected that we all go."

"Y/N," he sighed, cutting me off. "You do have a choice. I keep trying to tell you. Just because the other cheerleaders are going somewhere, doesn't mean you have to go too."

"Yeah, well," I shrugged even though he couldn't see me. "At least you'll be there with me. Right?"

"Yep," he said, popping the "p". "I was calling to make sure you were coming so I wasn't left alone with my team."

"You love the guys."

"Yeah," he sighed. "It's just, sometimes they go too far with their jokes. Especially at this party. They look at all the cheerleaders and rate them."

"Really?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. My eyes instantly shifted back to my reflection.

"Don't worry, Y/N." He said, gently. "I have threatened them so many times the second they say your name, they know not to rate you. The first and only time a guy did that, I kicked his ass. I got your back."

"Thanks, Noah."

That should've made me feel better, but it didn't. The guys may not say things about me or rate me in front of Noah, but they most likely still do when he isn't around.

"I'll see you at the party, okay?"

"Yeah, see you there." I sighed.

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I walked into the house and saw that everyone was outside. I hesitated before deciding to stay inside. While everyone swam outside and had fun, I stayed inside mingling with people when they walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, there you are." I turned around to see Noah walking inside. "Where have you been? I thought we were going to stick together during the party, but you never came outside."

"Yeah," I stuttered. "I mean. . . I was outside for a bit but started to get a little lightheaded. So, I came inside to cool off." I stopped talking when I noticed the way he was looking at me. It was like he could see right through my act.

He was my best friend so that shouldn't surprise me.

I watched him sigh as he walked over, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen. We passed a few people we knew, but Noah didn't even stop to say hi as he led me upstairs.

"Noah, everyone is outside. I don't think we're supposed to be up here." I said as we finally stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"I don't care," he said turning around. "Why didn't you come outside when you got here?"

"I told you, I went outside but got. . ."

"Lightheaded so you went back inside," he interrupted, finishing my lie for me. "Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I know you're lying. I have been watching the back door since I got here. Jack and Oliver even made jokes about it. No more lies. Why didn't you come outside with everyone?"

"I was talking to a few people inside," I shrugged off. He sent me a look, knowing I was still not telling him the truth. Suddenly, his eyes softened and his lips dropped into a frown.

"Y/N," he sighed, sounding slightly disappointed with me. "You weren't ever planning on coming outside, were you?"

I looked away, shaking my head no. I heard him sigh again as he stepped closer to me. I looked at him when I felt him grab my hands.

"Why not?" He asked gently.

"I just," I started to explain, my voice shaky. Angry tears built up as I couldn't take the weight of all my insecurities anymore. "I was putting off the stares, the whispers, the judging. I was trying to avoid everyone looking at me and being as disgusted as I am every time I look in the mirror."

"Okay, stop," Noah said harshly, cutting me off. "It makes me so mad when I hear you talk down about yourself. I just want you to see yourself the way I see you."

"And how do you see me?"

Noah smiled, not hesitating to respond as he took a step closer to me. "I see my amazing best friend. She's smart. She's funny. She's talented. She's beautiful. She's the nicest girl you will ever meet. She makes my life better. I don't know what I would do without her."

He stopped, his smile dropping when he saw the look on my face. "You don't believe me," he said slowly.

"How can I?" I shrugged, my voice breaking. "I am constantly around girls ten times prettier than me and guys who see right through me. I'm too ugly for the girls I'm around and too unlovable for the guys we're both around."

"If you were ugly and unlovable, would I do this?" He asked harshly. I gasped as he grabbed my face and roughly pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as he pushed me against the wall.

He reached down and grabbed my hands, our lips still moving in sync as he made me wrap my arms around his neck. I gasped into the kiss as his hands gripped my hips, pulling them closer to his.

When neither one of us could breathe, we slowly pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes. "What was that?" I whispered.

"It was me trying to show you the truth about yourself."

"What truth?" I stuttered.

"The truth that you are beautiful. The truth that you mean more to me than you could ever know. The truth about how my team rated you the first and only time I let them."

My heart dropped at his words. "What. . ." I said slowly, not able to finish my thought.

Noah sighed before explaining, "I tell you I beat the guy up, but the truth is I didn't need to. I did threaten them with what I would do if they ever did it again. The thing the guy said about you and all the other guys agreed with was you were the only girl on the team who was real."

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly.

"You're the only one who isn't the stereotypical cheerleader. You're smart, you're nice to everyone, you're generous. We all agreed that the girls on your team could sometimes be fake. Not you. You were real. They talked about how you didn't try too hard with your clothes or your makeup, but you didn't have to. The guys on my team say you are the only girl who has true beauty and doesn't flaunt it."

"Stop!" I said louder than I meant to. I walked passed him and ran my fingers through my hair. "None of that is true. You're only saying that because you're my best friend and you have to. I know that you're team rates me when you're not around. Sure, I may not be fake like other girls on the team, but I'm definitely not beautiful."

"I'm not just saying it because I have to," he cut me off, my back still to him.

"Why else would you be saying it?" I scoffed.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

I froze. I slowly turned around, my eyes meeting his soft ones. He had a smile on his face and the way he was looking at me immediately made me blush.

He stepped closer to me and reached up, cupping my cheek in his hand. "I've been in love with you since you fell off your bike when we were little. You hugged me and cried into my chest. That day, I promised that I would always protect you. Somewhere along the way, that turned into love. I am completely head over heels in love with you, Y/F/N Y/L/N. The only reason the guys on my team stay away from you is because they know how I feel about you. But if I didn't threaten them to stay away from you? Trust me, they'd be tripping over each other to get to you. They always tease me for not manning up and telling you the truth. Saying that if I didn't tell you how I feel, one of them would take you away from me. So, I am now. I love you, Y/N."

I was in shock from his confession, I couldn't speak. Even if I could, I'm not sure I would know what to say. So, I did the next best thing.

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He instantly started kissing me back as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his as I caught my breath. I smiled when he titled his head, making our noses rub together. I took a shaky breath, still trying to wrap my head around Noah's confession.

I pulled away and looked up at a nervous Noah. "For the love of. . . Please say something," he laughed.

I covered his mouth with my hand and smiled. "I love you too, you idiot."

I felt him smile under my hand. He reached up and pulled my hand away from his mouth. Still holding my hand, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he backed us up.

I gasped into the kiss when my back hit the wall. Our lips moved in sync as his hands got lower and lower on my back. Suddenly, he pulled away, both of us breathing hard.

I bit my bottom lip as he smirked at me, grabbed my hand and started leading me down the hallway. My breath got caught in my throat when I realized he was leading me to one of the guest bedrooms.

Noah opened a bedroom door and stepped inside, pulling me with him. He closed the door and leaned against it with a smirk that made my cheeks burn. "What?" I asked, my voice getting stuck in my throat.

"Take it off."

I opened and closed my mouth, completely speechless. "Take what off?" I asked slowly.

His eyes glanced down at my cover-up before looking back up at me. "Everything."

"What?" I gasped, laughing awkwardly. I turned around, nervously running my fingers through my hair. My eyes watered as I remembered the ugly girl in the mirror this morning.

I gasped when I felt Noah walking up behind me. "You still don't believe me," he whispered, his fingers dancing up and down my bare arms. He gently grabbed my shoulders and slowly turned me around. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

My eyes were watering as he cupped my cheeks with both of his hands, stepping closer to me. He smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I instantly started moving my lips against his, not able to get enough.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. Noah pulled me even closer to him, our lips moving in sync. He slid his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for permission. The second I gave it to him, he instantly pushed his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance as his hands slid down my back. I gasped into the kiss as he cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed.

I was the first to pull away, struggling to breathe. I looked up at him, my cheeks burning. I held my breath as he reached behind himself and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

"I went first," he said softly. "You're not going to let me be the only one here shirtless are you?"

I reached for the hem of my dress but froze. "Y/N," he whispered, making me look up at him. "You should never be ashamed of how you look. Especially with me. I don't want you to be embarrassed around me. I will never judge you. I will never think you aren't attractive. Because you are. You are the most beautiful girl in every room you walk into. Every time I see you, you take my breath away. Literally," he laughed as tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

I took a tiny step back causing his hands to fall back to his sides. I hesitated before slowly sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting the fabric pool at my feet. My cheeks burned as he smiled at me. I was still wearing my swimsuit so I wasn't completely on display, but just enough to still be embarrassed in front of him.

I sucked in a breath when he took a step closer. He reached up and tucked that same piece of hair behind my ear. "Y/N," he whispered. "I want to show you how beautiful you are, but I don't want to pressure you."

I looked into his eyes, my heart beating against my chest. I knew what he meant and I knew why he was hesitant. He was letting me decide whether or not we pushed our friendship over a line that we could never uncross.

"I need you to answer one question for me first," I said, my voice coming out softer than I thought it would.

"Anything," he said quickly, a look of relief in his eyes.

"How long have you wanted to show me how you see me?"

He smiled, instantly understanding what I was really asking him. "For as long as I can remember."

I stood on my toes, pressing my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my waist, our lips quickly moving in sync. I could feel my cheeks burning as my hands were pressed to his bare chest and his hands were holding my bare hips.

The longer we kissed, the more heated it got. I shivered as I felt his hands play with the waistband of my swimsuit bottoms. He was the first to pull away, both of us struggling to catch our breaths.

He looked into my eyes before reaching down and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not breaking eye contact. I pressed my lips back to his as he started walking us across the room.

I gasped as he carefully put me on the bed, climbing over me. He leaned back, scanning my face as if he was trying to take it all in. "Do you want to do this?" He asked so softly I almost missed it. "With me?" He added.

"Yes," I said without having to hesitate. The second the word left my mouth, Noah leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as our lips moved in sync. It didn't take long for the kiss to get heated.

I gasped as he pulled away and started leaving wet kisses up and down my neck. I bit my lip as he softly bit my skin. When he was satisfied with the number of bruises he left on my neck, he quickly went back to kissing my lips. As our lips moved in sync, Noah's hand slid up my stomach. I moaned into the kiss as he slid his hand under the fabric of my swimsuit and wrapped it around my breast. I moaned louder as he squeezed.

He slowly slid his hand back down my stomach until it rested right above my bottoms. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, moving it against mine. As he explored every inch of my mouth, his hand made its way to my thigh. He squeezed it before lifting my leg so my foot was pressed against the bed, my knee bent towards the ceiling.

He lowered himself so he was between my legs, his hips hovering over mine. He pulled away from my lips and started kissing the other side of my neck as his hand got higher and higher up my thigh. I gasped as he slipped his fingers under the fabric, making me instantly wet.

"Noah," I moaned as he slipped his fingers into me, slowly swirling them around. I arched my back, lifting my hips closer to him.

"How does this feel?" He moaned into my ear as he began moving his fingers faster and harder.

I answered him by letting out a loud moan. I felt him smirk against my skin. He slipped his fingers out causing me to let out a disappointed groan. "Don't worry, babe." He whispered, giving me chills. "We're just getting started."

He pressed his lips back to mine, moving them hungrily against my own. "Noah," I gasped, pulling out of the kiss. I started to sit up, making him have to do the same.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. I smirked as I ran my fingers through his hair and leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. "Switch places with me."

He leaned back and smirked. I gasped as he quickly moved us so I was now sitting on his lap. His hands were on my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I moaned into the kiss as I felt him growing hard underneath me.

I pulled away, breathing heavily. I grabbed his hand and made him reach behind me, putting his hand on the tie that kept my swimsuit up.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I bit my lip nodding. He leaned forward and started kissing me as he pulled on the string. I felt the cold air hit me as the fabric fell between us. I grabbed it and tossed it to the side.

As our lips were still pressed to each other, Noah flipped us back over so he was hovering over me again. He didn't pull away as he pressed his bare chest to mine. I heard him moan as he slowly rubbed his chest against mine.

He pulled away, still pressed to me as he looked at my eyes. Slowly, he pushed himself up so he was hovering over me and looked down at my bare chest. When he looked back at me, my cheeks red as I struggled to look at him.

He cupped my cheek in his hand and made me look back at him. "Just as beautiful as I knew you would be," he said gently.

He leaned back down and instantly started kissing me again. As our lips moved in sync, our moans and sighs echoing off the walls, I reached up and played with the waistband of his swim trunks.

"Do it," he mumbled against my lips. I didn't hesitate to pull his trunks down, him instantly kicking them off. Once they were off, he reached down and slid mine off.

"Let me know if I'm being too rough, okay? If you need to stop, just say so."

I nodded before he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved hungrily against each other, I felt him position himself between my legs. I bit down on his bottom lip as I felt him slip into me.

I moaned loudly against his lips as my walls adjusted to his size. He pulled out of the kiss as he slowly started pushing in and out of me. I took shaky breaths as I closed my eyes, the pleasure instantly building.

"Just relax, baby." He said in a deep voice I've never heard him use before. "Let me do all the work. All I need you to do is enjoy yourself."

I closed my eyes and nodded as he pushed deeper into me. He leaned down and started kissing my neck, still moving hips against mine. The moans escaped my lips louder and faster as he continued to push into me.

He wasn't gentle but he wasn't rough. His movements made me feel things I've never felt before.

"Holy shit, Noah." He cut me off by pressing his lips roughly back to mine. I moaned as he reached up and started massaging my breast as he continued to push in and out of me. I felt him grow harder in me as I continued to moan his name in between kisses.

I gripped the blanket we were on top of as he pushed into me harder. I took a shaky breath as he started sucking on my chest, getting lower and lower.

When his lips moved to my breast, I sucked in a deep breath and reached up, grabbing his back. I dug my nails into his back as he moved his lips faster, his tongue quickly finding my nipple.

"Noah," I moaned. "If you keep. . . I'm gonna. . ."

He pulled away, a loud pop sound filling the room. He quickly pressed his lips to mine, his tongue instantly entering my mouth.

"Maybe I want you to," he moaned against my lips.

"Are you sure?" I stuttered.

"I'm sure, baby. Let's do it together." He whispered, his breath hitting my face. He soon pulled out of me. He looked down at me, a smirk on his lips as he quickly and roughly pushed back into me.

He leaned his forehead against mine as his hips still smoothly rocked in and out of mine, moans and grunts escaping our lips.

"Fuck, Noah!" I yelled his name as we released into each other. We both took a few deep breaths as we came down off our highs. My eyes watered slightly as he pulled out of me and laid next to me.

"Holy shit," I gasped, making him laugh. "I have never felt like that before. Ever. I mean. . . It wasn't just pleasure. It was. . . It was hot as fuck."

Noah laughed as he shifted so he was on his side, facing me. "Good," he chuckled. "That's how I wanted to make you feel."

He reached up and cupped my cheek with his hand. He leaned in and pressed a soft, short kiss to my swollen lips. He pulled out of the kiss and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest. My arm wrapped around his waist as my bare chest pressed to him. I let out a satisfied sigh as he started rubbing my back, his hand continually getting lower.

"Whenever you have negative thoughts about yourself, I want you to call me. That way I can show you you're wrong."

I looked up at him to see him studying the ceiling. I leaned up and kissed his jaw. "I will," I promised.

"I mean it, Y/N." He said as he sat up. I grabbed the blanket and clutched it to my chest as I sat up. "I have sat back since middle school and listened to you talk down about yourself, saying you weren't pretty enough to be on the cheerleading team. I'm not going to do it anymore, babe. I'm gonna make sure you know how beautiful you are every day."

He looked back at me, his eyes more determined than I have ever seen them. "You are the most beautiful girl on the team. I don't want you to ever think overwise. When you're at one of my games, I lose focus because I can't stop staring at you. I have to stop myself from running off the field and kissing you every time I see you looking at the other girls, embarrassed."

He shifted towards me and grabbed my hands in his. "I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you. You're humor, you're kindness, your bravery, everything. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you. I want to be with you forever. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you, proving to you how beautiful you are. I want to have people look at us and think "she is way too hot to be with that guy" because you are. You are beautiful, attractive, sexy, hot as fuck. However, you want to say it. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. In my world."

By the time he was done with his speech, I had tears streaming down my face. I nodded as I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I pulled away and pressed my forehead to his.

"I love you too, Noah."

We laid down, my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around my bare waist. I'm not sure how long we laid like that. After a little while, I laughed, suddenly remembering the pool party happening outside.

"What?" He asked as he looked down at me.

"Do you realize what we just did and where we did it?" I chuckled, my cheeks burning. It took him a second but he eventually laughed.

"Out of all the times I've thought about finally being with you, never thought it would be at Abigail Hanson's summer party."

"All the times?" I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. His cheeks suddenly turned pink as he sat up on his elbows.

"Yeah," he said slowly as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "I'd be lying if I said I never thought about you and me. I've thought about it all the time."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile into the kiss as our lips moved in sync. I pulled away before it could go too far.

"We should probably head downstairs," I said, catching my breath.

"After you answer one question for me."

"Okay," I shrugged.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Officially?" I smiled at the slightly nervous look on his face. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his again. He reached up and cupped my cheek as he moved his lips against mine. He was the first to pull away.

"Yes," I whispered, our foreheads pressed together. I let out a surprised giggle as he quickly rolled over, hovering over me.

He smiled down at me before pressing his lips to mine, instantly moving them against my own. I moaned as he grabbed my hand and placed it above my head, squeezing slightly.

He moved from my lips and started kissing up and down my neck. I gasped as he reached my sweet spot, stopping to spend extra time there. He pressed his lips back to mine, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth. Our lips moved in sync a little longer until we pulled away, gasping for breath.

He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath hitting my face. "I love you, Y/N." He whispered.

"I love you too, Noah."

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maerrybom · 5 years ago

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Quiet Day

just a tiny moment with the team and chisei accompanying them in chizuru before everything happened ;’)

found in masterlist

Sol’s Diary - Entry 2

These were one of those quiet days I enjoyed the most.

The gentle hum of the wind and the sweet melody sang by the birds gave me peace as I stood underneath a cherry blossom tree. Chizuru was as gorgeous as a sunny day, bright and welcoming to life. I awed at the sight before me, twirling in a circle with my arms spread out as the kimono danced with my movements.

Luminous joined me with glee as we both laughed and twirled, swaying along with the petals that whirled around us. Johann, Caesar & Chisei watched us both with amused smiles on their faces.

“Woah!” Luminous yelled as he tripped over on his own feet.

Gasping softly, I went over to his fallen form and helped the poor boy up. Luminous gladly accepted my hand and whined as he held his lower back in slight pain.

“Are you okay?” Even though I knew he’s perfectly fine, I still can’t help but get concerned over him sometimes.

“Ah, yes.” The brunette replied, scratching his cheek in embarrassment. “Thanks Sol.”

Once he turned his head up towards me, I gave him a gentle smile to display my relief but he only looked back in disappointment.

“What’s wrong?”

“...I don’t understand how you’re so tall.” Luminous pouted, crossing his arms like a child. “I’m supposed to be older than you and you’re almost taller than all girls I know.”

Eh? I didn’t think he knew more girls other than Nono and I. Besides that, I wasn’t that taller than him. We were only a few inches apart. So, I smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to respond.

“No need to be so sour, Luminous.” Caesar came over to us and stood by my side. “You can’t blame genetics that she was blessed with out of pure jealousy. It’s not a good look on you.”

“I’m not jealous!”

Johann then joined in and turned to me. “Well judging from the information listed in your profile, the database has ranked you as one of the tallest female students in Cassel. You could also easily become a model or perhaps a flight attendant.”

Huh? I understand how students are ranked by talent, but they ranked us in height too? Also, a model? A flight attendant? Johann tends to speak about random things at times, but this might have been the strangest things I’ve heard from him. I gave Johann an unsure smile but he only responded with a stoic, nonchalant expression on his face.

“I don’t think so,” I disagreed, shaking my head. “I think my looks and body are average for a model. I also have a fear of heights, so I don’t think it’ll work out.”

Flying to Japan for the mission was already a nightmare to deal with. No thanks.

“You need to be more confident Sol!” Caesar dramatically exclaimed, grasping my shoulders and shook me gently before letting me go. “You’d be a perfect model. Should I consider you to take modelling lessons then?”

“Please allow me to say no, senior.” I quickly answered, smiling at the blonde politely.

Johann let out a subtle huff and turned away from us momentarily. He seemed to have appreciated my immediate rejection to Caesar’s offer.

“Y-You! Are you laughing at me?”

“...I’m not.”

“I may also have to disagree with you Miss Sol,” I switched my gaze towards the High Patriarch who’s been quietly enjoying the exchange. “Your lovely features and the aura you carry brings life to your surroundings. It’s not often you’d meet a natural beauty like you. That’s why I chose the kimono you’re currently wearing for you since it brings out your beauty further.”

The rush of blood flooded my cheeks, making them flush a deeper red than they naturally were. I didn’t expect Chisei to openly compliment someone like that—someone like me. I’ve always thought he was a serious and dedicated man due to his position in the Hydra Clan, but I might be wrong.

“Thank you, High Patriarch.” I replied after a quick moment of silence, smiling at Chisei. “Thank you for also being kind to me and my friends. I truly appreciate it.”

“Of course, but please just call me Chisei.”

“Oh, uh—” I stammered out of nervousness. “Then please just call me Sol, Chisei.”

“As you wish, Sol.” Chisei’s subtle smile almost sent me screaming, but I kept my composure nonetheless. I didn’t think he was this charming either.

“Psst...” Luminous whispered over to Caesar. “Are we interrupting something?”

“...”

“Shall we head back?” Chisei turned to the others.

“Yes, let’s go.” Caesar replied instantly, making me stare at the blank expression on his face. Did something happen?

Both of them lead the way as Caesar and Chisei had a conversation between themselves. The three of us stood behind them with Johann and Luminous by my sides.

“Do you think we can go back here?” Luminous asked, looking at the both of us.

“Maybe.” Johann responded.

They both spoke together with Luminous doing most of the talking as I was left alone in my thoughts. My eyes wandered at the back of Caesar’s head for some reason. The expression he gave off earlier was a little strange, even though he’s back to his prideful self and is currently laughing right now with Chisei. I still felt bad for rejecting Caesar’s offer but I never dreamt or aspired to be a model. I also didn’t want to take advantage over him like that. He is my friend after all.

My heart dropped in shame and diverted my gaze towards the sky above me. The silence around us was replaced with my loud, erratic thoughts as my vision was clouded over with my anxious fears. I couldn’t even hear anyone anymore.

“Sol? Sol?”

Snapping me out of my trance, I blinked at Luminous as he waved his head at my face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“There’s a takoyaki stand over there.” The young brunette pointed at the corner stand found across the street. “Please accompany me?”

Once I agreed, Luminous excitedly rushed over to the takoyaki stand but my eyes quickly shifted to a car that was driving towards us. Panic rushed in.

“Wait, Luminous—!”

I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist, preventing me from chasing after Luminous. Before I could decipher what just happened, the car forced itself to a stop as Luminous yelped and apologised profusely before rushing to his safety. I thought my heart was going to stop and instantly let out a sigh in relief.

But, my heart definitely stopped once the arm around my waist tightened. I quickly turned my head to face Caesar who looked down at my face with a stern expression.

“Sol, you need to watch out for yourself first.” Caesar warned. “You could’ve seriously gotten hurt.”

“...Yes, I understand.”

“I hope you do.” And with that, he released his hold and motioned towards Luminous with a nod of his head.

Pressing my hand onto my chest, I let out a shaky breathe and hoped my heart didn’t explode at what just happened. My eyes carefully observed the stoplights first and made my way towards the boy who patiently waiting for me.

“Sorry about that Sol!”

I could only force myself to smile at him reassuringly and watched him request for takoyaki for the both of us. The sound of my thunderous heart boomed louder than the thoughts that whispered in my head. Caesar’s warmth continuously lingered on my back and waist when he had pressed my clumsy form against him, making me feel strange and uncertain. I need to stop or I may just die out of embarrassment.

Sol, you stupid fool. You should’ve been more careful. Don’t create any more trouble than you already have.

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cherry ~ vampire!au (part 2)

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: vampire!au, smut, angst, sprinkles of fluff

~ summary: you begin to adjust to life with your seven new human blood bags, pleasantly surprised at how smoothly the transition is going. But good things never last forever, and you discover that controlling yourself is not as easy as you thought.

~ warnings: profanity, blood

~ a/n: this is kind of a filler chapter, i’ll admit. i’m not happy with it, but i’ve rewritten it so many times that i think this is as good as it’s going to get

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

links in masterlist!

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous, which was saying something considering the fact that you were immortal.

The boys were moving in today, and for the last few hours you’d been running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Your apartment was cleaner than it’d been in years. Windows washed, floors shined, every surface wiped clean. Not a spec of dust had survived. Everything was immaculate.

You’d spent what felt like forever preparing all the guest rooms, scrutinizing even the smallest detail. You’d even stayed up all night researching human nutrition so you’d be prepared to properly take care of them.

It was then that you realized all you had in your kitchen was coffee, alcohol, and an unnecessary amount of sweets. You’d immediately gone to the grocery store and bought enough food to feed an army, making sure the fridge was fully stocked with protein, juice, and fresh fruit.

It’d been a few days since you’d met with them at the cafe, and in the meantime you’d been trying to get to know them better.

Most of them were starving artists. That’s how they all knew each other: through art school.

Jimin and Hoseok were dancers, with Jimin studying ballet and contemporary and Hoseok working as a hip hop teacher. You should’ve guessed, they both had the body for it.

Namjoon was a freelance writer, and he made most of his money selling poems and short stories. You could already tell that he was the most intelligent and well-read out of all of them.

Taehyung was a painter. His style immediately intrigued you, colorful and youthful like his personality. You’d already bought three of his paintings. One was hanging in your living room.

Yoongi and Jungkook, the quietest of the group, were trying to make a name for themselves in the music business, Yoongi as a producer and Jungkook as a singer.

Jin was an aspiring model, working gigs here and there. His family had money, but was very conservative, and they’d cast him out after finding out that he was bisexual.

It couldn’t have been easy for them, struggling to pay the bills and stay in their one tiny apartment. Financial instability was often an unfortunate circumstance of pursuing one’s artistic passions.

But none of that mattered anymore. Now that they were under your care, you planned on spoiling them to no end. You couldn’t help but think about how good Jimin and Yoongi would look in some Chanel, and you couldn’t wait to dress Taehyung up in Gucci.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang.

You hopped up from your spot on the couch, sending your cat flying, and hurried over to the mirror hanging by the door. Fixing your hair, your eyes ran over your reflection. You were dressed more casually today, wearing a cream-colored sweater and jeans.

Staring back at you in the mirror was a mask of exhaustion. Bloodshot eyes, under eye bags, skin drained of color.

You really needed to feed. Your body was starting to deteriorate from the lack of nutrients.

You desperately hoped that your problem would be solved soon; you could practically taste their blood on your tongue, sweet and smooth like a fine wine.

After determining that your appearance was as good as it was going to get, you opened the door.

“Hello!” You were barely able to control your excitement. “Please, come in.”

They all crowded into the room, and what they saw made their jaws drop.

The space was wide and welcoming, definitely bigger than what they’d expected. Everything was sleek and white and expensive-looking.

Directly opposite them was a wall made up of entirely windows. The busy cityscape extended out before them like an ocean. They imagined how beautiful the sunrise would be through a wall of all glass.

The open floor plan allowed them to see the sitting area, kitchen, and office space all at once. The living room area was occupied by a semi-circle of couches gathered around the TV, which was three times the size of the one they used to have.

There was a large table near the glass wall that was covered in scattered papers, stacks of books, dirty coffee mugs, luxury brand lookbooks and magazines.

“Woah.” Hoseok said in awe.

“What? What is it?” You frantically looked around the room, searching for even the tiniest flaw.

Did you forget something? Did you leave out a pair of dirty underwear? Did you leave your favorite vibrator lying around?

“It’s just…your place is so nice.” Taehyung said, looking around with wide eyes.

“Yeah, it looks more like a penthouse than an apartment.” Jin added.

You bent your head to hide a smile.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

They timidly stepped further into the room, their heads swinging back and forth as they looked around. Then, a noise broke the awkward silence.

Everyone whipped around to stare at the source of the sound. Your cat had it’s head poked out from behind the couch, trying to get a peek at the new visitors.

“Who’s this?” Jimin said like he was talking to a baby, squatting down to hold his hand out to the cat.

“Oh, that’s Yuki. She doesn’t really like people, so I wouldn't—”

The cat nuzzled her head into Jimin’s palm, eyes closed, the low rumble of her purring filling up the room.

You trailed off, shocked at her reaction. Yuki wasn’t a people person. Every time you had company over, she flinched away from their touch and hid in your bedroom.

You stared in absolute disbelief as she rolled over to expose her tummy. Jimin’s ringed fingers nearly disappeared in her thick fur.

“I’m guessing you like animals, then?” You asked, chuckling.

Jimin smiled down at the cat as he scratched under her chin.

“Eh, they’re alright.” He said sarcastically.

You suggested to go get the rest of their bags so you could help carry them up. They led you down the staircase to the lobby where a pile of luggage was waiting.

You approached the largest out of all of them, a big black suitcase, and moved to grab it.

Apparently, Yoongi had the same idea, because you both reached for the handle.

He’d gone straight for the suitcase once they’d gotten downstairs, and you wondered what was in it that was so important to him.

Your hands touched as you moved to take the bag, and Yoongi let out a soft gasp when your fingers brushed his, so quiet that you only heard it because of your attuned vampire senses.

His was so warm. You were suddenly aware of how his entire body was radiating heat, radiating his heavenly aroma. You wanted more than anything to drag your lips across his neck, trace the veins, and sink your teeth into his perfect pale skin.

Resurfacing from your daze, you focused back on his face. You realized that this was one of the first times he’d actually made eye contact with you. He was staring at you intensely, mouth slightly parted as his eyes seemed to pierce straight into the furthest, dustiest corners of your brain.

Oh no, you immediately thought. I freaked him out. He felt how cold I am. He’s probably disgusted. He’s probably horrified.

Yoongi seemed to snap out of it, breaking his gaze to look back at the suitcase.

“I’ll take this one, it’s really heavy.” He said.

You grabbed it before he could, picking it up like it weighed less than a pillow.

“I got it. You know, vampire super strength and all.” You said, picking up three more bags and carrying them with ease. You felt him staring as you walked up the stairs.

“So, there’s only five bedrooms, some of you will have to share.” You said shyly, hoping to God that they would be okay with it.

“Five?” Jin blurted out. You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Is that going to be too much of a problem?”

“Problem?! That’s more rooms then we had in our whole house!” Jin said.

“Yeah, at our old place we had to share two bedrooms, and we had bunk beds so we would take turns sleeping on the couch because of the odd number.” Hoseok said.

You let out a breath, relieved that they weren’t upset over it.

Honestly, you felt bad for them. From what they’d told you about their lives, they were barely getting by. Jimin was still a full-time student paying off loans. Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook found work wherever they could, and the only way Namjoon and Taehyung made money was if their work sold, which wasn’t always a guarantee.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were taking them under your wing, giving them a better life in a sense. Well, quite literally since they were about to be evicted and homeless.

“Should I give you the tour?” You asked when everything was loaded inside.

They all nodded, eager to look around the impressive space.

“So, downstairs is the living room, kitchen, music room, lounge, and first bathroom. Please make yourselves at home and do whatever you want with the TV. I have an X-box and PlayStation and you’re free to use those too.”

That made Jungkook’s head pop up, ears perked in interest.

They followed you as you ascended up the floating staircase.

“Upstairs has the five guest rooms, my study, two bathrooms (but one of them is connected to my room), and the spare room, but that door’s always locked.”

Before they could ask why, you stopped in front of a row of doors and showed them inside.

Each guest room was as beautiful as the rest of the house. Each contained two queen beds, clean sheets tucked in all neat and tidy, two walk-in closets, and all manners of shelving and cubbies to store their belongings. It was far nicer than their old bedrooms had been.

Jin and Namjoon were already picturing all their collectibles and figurines displayed on the shelves. Jungkook had already picked a designated spot to set up his gaming computer, and Yoongi was eager to lay out all his equipment.

You could tell they were excited, itching to discuss who would get each room, so you decided you would let them get settled.

“Are you guys hungry?” You asked. It was seven o’clock. Humans usually ate around this time, right?

They all nodded vigorously.

“Alright, why don’t you start unpacking while I make dinner.”

The second you were out of earshot, they burst into a fit of chatter.

“I’m rooming with Jungkook!”

“I get the biggest closet!”

“I want a room that doesn’t have to share!”

Of course, what would be considered out of earshot for a human doesn’t apply to vampires, so you heard the whole thing. You giggled at their antics as you walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

As you put the pasta on the stove to boil, your mind started to wander.

You sincerely hoped they would enjoy it here. You wanted to make your home as welcoming as possible, you wanted them to feel comfortable.

The incessant growling of your stomach interrupted your thoughts. You sighed, looking down at the your hands, the skin turning ashy in color as the veins bulged. It wouldn’t be long before your eyes started turning red. Your hair would streak gray and your lips would turn dry and cracked. You would slowly start to look more and more like a corpse until you fed.

It had to be soon. You didn’t want to scare them with your lifeless appearance.

But how were you supposed to ask? They were just starting to settle in, the atmosphere was still filled with tension. You didn’t want to make them feel pressured by asking so early, that might scare them away. No, you were going to have to wait for one of them to initiate it.

The smell of the pasta sauce simmering in the pan did nothing to curb your appetite. You could eat regular food, you could appreciate the taste, but it had no nutritional value, and it did nothing to satisfy your raging hunger, especially now.

You perked up when you heard movement in the hall. Footsteps started to patter down the staircase.

The boys all filed into the dinning area, their eyes landing on the table that was already loaded with food.

“Take a seat, boys. I’m almost finished.” You said as you drained the noodles. They all sat at the dinning room table, muttering to themselves about how quickly you had gotten everything together.

You set down the pot of steaming pasta, the scent wafting into their faces, next to the basket of rolls. They started to dig in, and you giggled at their shocked faces when you proceeded to open a wine bottle with your bare hands.

You sat there, practically chugging your wine as they ate, hoping that the alcohol would help to satiate you. How lucky they were that they could silence their hunger so easily.

“You really didn’t have to go through so much trouble for us.” Namjoon said as you topped off your first glass.

You smiled at him.

“It was my pleasure! I want to make sure you are as happy as possible here.”

Namjoon smiled back at you, and you almost melted when you saw his adorable dimples.

“Thank you. We are very grateful for your hospitality.” He said.

He was the leader figure of the group, you could tell. He always acted polite and respectful, and his intelligence seemed to ooze out of all of his mannerisms.

By the time they’d finished eating, you’d polished off two more glasses. You were getting more and more agitated. Just watching them made your stomach growl.

You could smell each of them distinctly.

Jin was mature and flavorful, complex but smooth. Yoongi was savory, musky. His blood would compliment anything. Hoseok was bold. His scent was almost overpowering. You could already tell he had the strongest taste out of them all. Namjoon was rich and alluring, he’d pair well with chocolate and fruit. Jimin was the sweet one, you were already craving him. Taehyung…oh, Taehyung. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. He was so decadent, he’d have no problem satisfying you. And last but not least, Jungkook. He was light and fresh, but definitely packed a punch, there was an undeniable tang in the scent his blood.

“Um, Charlie?”

You blinked, refocusing on the situation at hand. It was Jimin who had spoken.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? You look a little…are you feeling okay?” He was studying the way you were licking your lips over and over again, how your eyes were clouding over.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little…hungry.” You said it before you could think about how they would react.

They all looked at each other.

Shit. I shouldn’t of said that.

“Uhh…I’m gonna get started on the dishes, excuse me.” You stammered out. The chair screeched as you jumped to you feet. You started to flee to the kitchen, but one of them stopped you.

“If you’re hungry, we can help you with that.” Yoongi said.

Your head snapped around to stare at him. Was that Yoongi who had spoken? Yoongi, the one who’s only looked me in the eye once this entire time? The one who’s probably scared shitless of me?

“You’d be willing to do that?” Your mouth was already watering.

Yoongi cracked a gentle smile, and oh my god you almost pounced on him.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” He said.

Looking around, you could see that they were all staring.

You didn’t know, but they were all itching for an experience with you, for you to suck their blood and give them the high that Jimin had been talking about ever since you first drank from him.

You swallowed hard, trying to control yourself.

“Okay, just let me clear the table.”

With shaking hands, you loaded all the plates into the sink and worked to slow your breathing, which was rapid with excitement.

Finally, finally, you would be able to feed. This would be the first meal you had in days.

They were all waiting anxiously in the living room when you finished, fidgeting in their spots on the couch. You took the seat between Yoongi and Jin.

“So, who’s it gonna be?” You said, breaking the silence.

Without hesitation, Yoongi rolled up the sleeve of his white button-up and bared his wrist to you, looking right into your eyes as he did it.

Everyone, including you, was shocked at his boldness. Yoongi was quiet normally, and he’d been especially shy with you.

This showed just how eager he was.

Back when everyone was getting their bags, Yoongi had gone straight for his equipment. It was in a big black suitcase that was heavy enough to make him struggle every time he carried it.

When your hand had touched his, Yoongi remembered feeling electricity shoot through him. Your skin had been cool and incredibly smooth, he wanted nothing more than to reach out and interlace your fingers with his.

It must’ve had something to do with the natural allure that all vampires had, all those pheromones and chemicals they released that were designed to attract humans, but it was safe to say that he was successfully ensnared.

You took hold of his arm as you drew him closer.

“If you want me to stop, just say “cherry.” Okay?” You asked.

Yoongi nodded. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

Light as a feather, your lips grazed along the inside of his wrist. You could feel his pulse pounding through his skin.

“I still need your permission, love.” You said quietly.

Yoongi’s breath was shaky as he wet his lips to speak.

“Drink from me.”

He shivered when he felt you smile against him. And then you were drawing your lips back and sinking your teeth into his skin.

The first thing he did was wince. You reached down to give his knee a reassuring squeeze.

Then he sighed and sank back against the seat as the endorphins washed over him. Gripping him tighter, you started to draw the warm, fragrant liquid from his veins.

He was even more delicious than you had anticipated. His taste was sharp and pleasantly tart. You gripped his arm with both hands as your fangs pierced deeper.

Yoongi’s eyes were closed as his chest rapidly rose and fell. His mouth was slightly ajar as he drew in quick breaths.

You closed your eyes and moaned with your lips firmly attached to his skin. You couldn’t have asked for a better meal.

“Harder.” Yoongi muttered, eyes still squeezed shut.

You were happy to oblige. Digging your nails into his arm, you willed your fangs to grow longer, sharper.

“Ahhh…” Yoongi groaned from deep in his throat. “Ahh fuuuck…”

That’s it, sweetheart, you thought. Give in to me.

Sweat started to bead on Yoongi’s forehead. His black hair stuck to the damp skin, hanging in front of his eyes, which were still tightly closed. His unoccupied hand gripped the edge of his seat.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you started to sweep your tongue over his skin.

Aww, look how sensitive he is. What a sweet little thing.

Even though your jaw was clamped around his wrist, you smiled.

Yoongi shivered, letting out a wobbly sigh.

Before you could take it too far, you ripped yourself away from him.

His eyes stayed closed for a few seconds, still in a daze, before he opened them and looked at you with wide kitten eyes. His chest was heaving like he had just finished running.

“You alright, darling?” You asked, sweeping the sweaty mess of hair from his eyes.

He just nodded wordlessly.

You smiled at him and took up his wrist again. Bringing it to your lips, you licked away any remaining droplets of blood and licked at the wound so there would be no bruising left behind. It’d be a shame to mark up such a beautiful set of hands.

For the first time in several minutes, you were aware of the other boys presence in the room. They were staring at the both of you with blown-out eyes, darkened with an emotion you couldn’t name.

Jin’s ears were bright red, as well as Jungkook’s cheeks and the entirety of Hoseok’s face.

Jimin had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His cute plump cheeks were tinted a pretty shade of pink.

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging slightly open in slack-jawed ‘o’ position, and Namjoon was sitting there like he’d just watched one of those sex-ed videos from middle school of a woman giving birth.

Hoseok was the first one to break the silence.

“I-Is…is that enough…for you?” He asked after clearing his throat.

You turned to look at them, eyes running over their anxious faces. They wanted to know if you wanted more.

“Taehyung.” You said.

He immediately looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

You gestured him over, and he quickly planted himself in the seat next to you.

To everyone’s surprise, you moved to straddle him. You yanked his shirt open to expose his gorgeous collarbones, running the tip of your finger over the golden skin of his chest.

Taehyung looked up at you with an expression that could’ve easily been mistaken for fear, but in reality he was exhilarated, hanging onto your every action as he waited for your next move.

You loved this. Having seven beautiful men, all of them considered out of your league, wrapped around your finger. You felt drunk with power.

You smiled that wicked smile of yours, leaning towards him to let your breath tickle the goosebumps that had risen all over his skin.

“May I?” You asked.

He nodded furiously. You raised an eyebrow at his lack of words.

“Yes. Please, drink from me.” His low voice rumbled in his chest.

That sly grin stayed plastered to your face as you lowered yourself over his body and pressed your mouth to the juncture of his shoulder. Your lips grazed over the elegant curve so lightly that it made Taehyung shudder.

The next thing he knew, your fangs were lodged deep in his neck. He let out a deep growl that made your stomach flip.

A burst of flavor hit your tongue as you gripped his biceps, keeping him in place. One of his hands was clenched around your waist, while the other was on the small of your back, pulling you closer.

You hummed to yourself contently as you felt his luscious taste fill your mouth.

Taehyung’s deep voice was making you weak. He kept moaning and groaning in that low timbre, sending vibrations through his chest and straight into your body.

Your hand snaked its way into his hair and tugged his head to the side, giving you better access to the veins criss-crossing his throat.

“Nngh…” Taehyung squirmed underneath you.

Massaging his scalp, you increased your pace. The more stimulation humans got, the better it felt.

“Yes, yes…faster.” He mumbled.

Your hand slid out of his hair and down the side of his neck to trace the curve of his clavicle.

Once you were satisfied, you pulled away from him, licking the side of your lips. You rolled off of his legs and slouched against the couch cushions. Leaning your head back with closed eyes, you sighed deeply.

“Thank you.” You said as you felt the dull ache in your stomach fade.

The room was silent as you caught your breath.

Once you’d come down from your high, you opened your eyes and stood up, making your way over to the kitchen. You fetched two juice boxes and tossed one to Yoongi and Taehyung.

“If it starts bleeding again let me know, but you should be fine.” You said.

The two of them nodded with their lips wrapped around the thin straws. You held back the urge to chuckle at how adorable they looked, like two children following strict orders from their mother.

The burst of energy left you with a sense of newfound confidence in the whole situation.

Maybe this could really work out, you thought as you brimmed with optimism.

…I don’t have to be alone anymore.

You looked up at the group of men, all seated in your living room, every single one of them willing and eager to fulfill your every need.

You smiled to yourself. Yes, this will work. You would make it work. How hard could it be?

~~~

2 WEEKS LATER

“Get your lazy asses out of bed and come eat breakfast!” Your voice carried through the whole apartment.

“I’m right here! Why are you shouting?!” Jimin said from his position on the barstool across from you. His hair, still wet from the shower, made him look like a blond hedgehog.

“Sorry.” You said, pushing over a bowl of oatmeal.

Bare feet padded down the stairs. Jungkook trudged into the kitchen and plopped down at the bar next to Jimin, rubbing his tired eyes.

“M’rning…” He mumbled.

“Morning.” You set out an assortment of buttered toast, eggs, fresh fruit, and yogurt with granola.

Yoongi dragged himself into the room, looking just as tired as Jungkook. He took one of the three cups of coffee that you’d already poured, and sipped it with his eyes closed.

“Why do you insist on making breakfast so early?” He whined.

“Because I have to leave early for work and I need to make sure that you all eat.” You replied as you stirred creamer into a travel mug.

“We do eat.” Taehyung insisted as he entered the room in his matching polka dot pajama set.

You looked at him through your eyebrows.

“I need to make sure you eat something that has nutritional value.”

He didn’t have an answer for that.

“Goooood morning!” Jin said cheerfully as he skipped over to the counter.

Everyone groaned simultaneously. Jin shot them a disgusted look.

“Who woke you up with a fucking suppository?” He snapped as he took the second cup of coffee.

“Charlie.” Yoongi said accusingly.

“You guys are babies. I’ve been up since four.” You said.

“You don’t sleep!” Jungkook interjected.

You puckered your lips in a defeated expression, then grabbed your to-go cup and moved towards the front door, your heels clacking loudly.

You took one last look in the mirror. Hair pulled back, pressed white button-up, tight black pants.

You grabbed your bag from its hook and tossed it over your shoulder.

“I’m leaving for work!” You called out to the boys.

They all responded with a chorus of goodbyes, wishing you a good day.

“Wait! Charlie, are you hungry?” Taehyung asked, holding out his bare wrist.

“I’ll be good for a while. Thank you, Tae.”

He flashed you a boxy grin, and you walked out into the hall and closed the door behind you.

It had been surprisingly easy getting used to their presence in your home. They were all relatively easy to get along with, despite their different personalities, and you found their company very enjoyable. Even though it'd only been two weeks, it felt like they been living with you for months.

Sucking their blood quickly familiarized you with their habits and preferences. You knew who was masochistic (Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi) and who was sadistic (Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok). You knew who liked it rough (Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi) and who liked it soft (Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook).

Things were looking good. There was no tension, no problems that came with the new living situation. None of the problems you'd expected to present themselves were apparent.

But good things never last.

The first incident occurred on a busy Monday afternoon. You were having a difficult day at work. Deadlines were looming, stress levels were high, and coffee was being consumed in unhealthy amounts.

“Charlie, here are those reports you wanted.” Your secretary plopped a stack of papers on your desk.

You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“Thank you, Melody.” You said, exhaustion heavy in your voice.

“Are you alright?” She put a warm hand on your shoulder.

Her scent flooded your nose. You hadn't fed in a few days, and you were starting to feel the side effects.

She was cute, with plump pink lips and warm doe eyes that screamed innocence. You may or may not have checked her out a few times.

You drew in a long, slow breath, trying to control the sudden urge to pin her against the wall and wrap your hand around that pale, delicate neck of hers.

“Yeah, I'm good. Just tired.” You said once you'd willed your fangs to stay put.

She smiled at you.

“Try not to work too hard, boss.” She gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“I'll get you a cup of coffee, okay?” She said.

You nodded as you felt your tense muscles start to relax. Melody always knew what you needed.

“With cream and tw—”

“Two sugars, I know.” She grinned as she disappeared through your office door.

You sank down in your desk chair with a groan. You couldn’t wait to go home and feed.

The rest of the day crawled by at a snail’s pace. By the time you dragged yourself through the front door of your apartment, you were ready to gouge your eyes out.

Instead of the silence you were used to, you were greeted with pleasant chatter and sounds of movement. That was another good thing about the boys arrival, you always came home to company instead of solitude.

Crossing the threshold, you hung up your coat and dropped your bag.

Jungkook and Taehyung were sitting on the floor in front of the TV, locked in a fierce gaming battle. Jin was in the kitchen wreaking havoc.

“How are you so bad at this? I’m playing with my eyes closed!” Jungkook teased.

“You’ve played this before! This is my first time!” Taehyung shot back.

Jungkook poked his tongue out at him and Taehyung snatched his controller, holding it out of his reach.

“Hey! Give it back!”

Hoseok walked over to them and grabbed them both by the ear.

“Would you two stop acting like children.” He scolded, pulling them apart with a sharp tug.

“Ow! Hobi, let go!”

“He’s being a sore loser!”

“What are you two heathens up to now?” You called, gaining their attention.

At the sound of your voice, everyone perked up.

“Charlie, you’re back!” Jungkook said in delight.

You beamed at his cute bunny smile.

“Do you guys know where Jimin is?” You asked.

“Probably in his room.” Taehyung said as he focused back on the TV.

Your excitement grew with every step up the stairs. Jimin would be just what you needed, something sweet to satisfy your cravings.

You tapped softly on the door.

“Come in.”

He was sitting at his desk with his headphones in. His face lit up when he saw that it was you.

“Hey.” He said, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Hey.” You went inside and closed the door behind you. Jimin’s increasing heartbeat was fully detectable by your sensitive ears.

“You busy?” You asked.

“No. What do you need?” His eyes were wide and hopeful.

You looked down at the floor, fidgeting with your hands. No matter how many times you did it, you still felt slightly embarrassed to ask.

“...I’m hungry.” You said quietly.

Jimin’s cheeks bloomed in a faint blush. He shyly looked at his feet.

“Okay.” He stood up and sat on the bed, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

You approached him slowly, trying to build up your confidence.

Jimin gulped as you moved to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his torso. His eyes were locked on your face as you brushed his shirt collar aside.

Licking your lips, you leaned over him and pressed your mouth to the hollow of his throat. He moaned softly when your fangs penetrated.

You hummed against him when his overwhelming sweetness met your tongue. Compared to some of the other boys, with their hearty, salty flavors, Jimin was such a nice treat.

Gulp after gulp, you swallowed him down.

“Yes...oh, yes...Charlie—ah.” Jimin’s voice was high and breathy as he stuttered between gasps.

You always tried to ignore how worked up they got. Yes, you were fully aware that it felt good to humans, you were perfectly knowledgeable about the orgasmic feelings of pleasure that came with feeding, but you couldn’t help but feel that sometimes they took it too far.

You saw the way they all looked at you, you noticed just how nervous you made them, but it wasn’t uncommon for humans to become unnecessarily attached to the ones feeding on them. It came with the intimacy of the relationship. Feeding was such an intense experience, they associated the source of their pleasure with the one giving it to them: you.

It happened with a lot of vampires and their suppliers, you’d witnessed it too many times. The human would get overly attached, often initiating romantic or sexual feelings.

But it wasn’t genuine. It wasn’t real.

Vampires were predators. They were designed to lure and ensnare their prey.

The only reason any of them felt anything towards you was because you could give them what they wanted. They weren’t attracted to you, they were attracted to all the chemicals your body was expelling in order to catch your food.

That was the only reason why seven men, all incredibly out of your league, would ever be interested in you.

It was never a good idea to be romantically involved with your supplier. Every vampire knew that. It was messy, complicated, and always ended badly. Plus, how could anybody ever feel good about themselves in a relationship where one half was only in it because they were practically hypnotized?

You shifted uncomfortably as Jimin started to writhe and wriggle in ecstasy. His hands gripped your thighs on either side of him and squeezed.

“P-Please...please, more—ah, more...”

He sounded so sweet and desperate that you just couldn’t say no to him.

Obliging his request, you did something you knew he liked: you grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged.

He practically squealed.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t a good idea, you thought. Now he’s only going to get more excited.

Then something really bad happened.

You felt a very prominent, very noticeable bulge against your crotch.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have sat on his lap.

Jimin grabbed your waist and started to grind his hips into yours.

“Mmm mmph...” He moaned. “Mm...Jagiya.”

You froze.

You knew they were from Korea despite them speaking perfect English. Some of them had started calling you “Noona,” and when you asked Jin about it he explained that it was an honorific. When you asked him about some other words in Korean, he told you. Jagiya was one of them.

You scrambled off Jimin’s lap. He stared at you with big, confused eyes that made him look like a puppy that had just been scolded.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Uh, nothing, I just have to...I have to do something.” You hurried towards the door and left him sitting there staring after you.

Fleeing to the safety of your bedroom, you slammed the door and leaned against it, sighing deeply with closed eyes.

What have I gotten myself into?

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glasyasbutch · 4 years ago

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Stella: 13 Roona: 22 Gent: 30

prose boys part one! prose boys part one! under a readmore bc its almost 2k words! thanks for sending them in rebekah i did full scenes for each prompt bc im a whore. bolded are the actual “things they said”.

Stella: Things you said that were important to you (set about six months after her clan’s home in the wood is razed to the ground, and she’s just found herself fully indoctrinated to the nearby city’s criminal ring as an assassin)

Her hands are small, even relative to the rest of her, which as a gnome, is much tinier than most people walking these streets. It's usually an advantage. Makes it all the more simple to just slide her hand into someone's pocket while they were preoccupied at the food cart. Snag a coin while they ordered, snag a hunk of bread while they paid.

She isn't proud of it. She doesn't like having to penny pinch other people's pennies to get by between jobs. But she likes starving to death less, so she swallows her damn pride and got down to it.

The problem is that the figure she’s trying to rob is also a gnome, which means her hands are not nearly as relatively small as she’s used to them being, and she manages to get her thumb caught on the edge of his pocket as she pulls away. His hand is around her wrist before she has a chance to react, grip terrifyingly tight.

"Pardon me, but I don't believe anything in my pockets belongs to - Ester?"

The fake tears she's been trying to push out begin to well up for real, turning her into a breathless, glassy-eyed mess, and she looks into a face she thought she'd never be seeing again. "Gray?"

Gray drops his grip on her wrist, only to clasp her hand between his protectively. "Ester, what are you doing out here doing this?"

She finds her knees start to buckle, and she pushes her weight into Gray's hands a bit to stay standing. "The fire, Gray, I barely made it out, I just ran in the first direction I saw. I ended up here, and when I looked back it was nothing but smoke. I only had my bow with me and I - I thought I was the only one who made it out. I didn't know what to do. I'm just trying to survive in a world I wasn't raised to live in."

Gray's eyebrows furrow, his expression sinks. He reaches his other hand out to grip the side of her face. "There's at least three of us who made it out. I left with Reddy, but he took off from this town a few weeks ago. I was starting to get lonely, but ... then I find you." He smiles, in the crooked sort of way that happens when loss starts to slip through the cracks of joy. "You can do better than this, Es. We're still clan. My house is still your house. Come back with me, at the very least 'til you get on your feet."

"Gray, no, really, I couldn't," she starts, but gets cut off as he begins to tut and takes his hand from her cheek to grip her other hand.

He pushes back her sleeve with his fingers, unintentionally, ever so slightly. He isn't even looking, but it's still enough to make her gasp and stiffen. That, he does notice, and gods damn it, he glances down.

Their clan is from the woods. They don't know a lot of city culture, but the symbol tattooed on her wrist, still slightly red from its freshness, is one of the things they have to recognize. Its something they know damn well to avoid, because these men who take shelter in the woods some nights, with these symbols emblazoned on their wrists and sword scabbards and coin pouches, setting off their hunting traps for fun and leaving their empty booze bottles behind when they go and not putting their fires out properly, are the kind of men who know no rule or law or code, and show no mercy when they feel they've been crossed.

"Ester," he says, voice darkening. "You can do better than this."

She tears her wrist away, tugging her sleeve back down. "My business is my own, Gray."

"As is my home, if you've chosen to turn your back on everything we lived for so quickly."

"I was hungry. I was going to die out here. I don't have many marketable skills, but they saw something worth a paycheck in me."

Gray says nothing, but drops her hands from his with a sharpness that can only indicate disgust.

"You can do better than this," he repeats. Then, for a brief moment, his gaze softens. "I hope you do."

She makes no move to stop him as he turns to go, walking with as big a stride as his gnomish legs can let him, vanishing into the crowded streets. She rubs at her wrist, letting the sting of pressing on the fresh tattoo distract her from the sinking feeling in her gut as one of the last survivors of her clan willingly turns his back on her. She had always figured she had no one left, but now she’s looking right at him and she knows it.

"I'm gonna," she whispers at the space where he has been standing, making up her mind to get back what scraps of her family she still has left. "I'm gonna get out of there, eventually. Swear on the trees."

*****

Roona: Things you said after making a bad decision.

"Vinny Vinny Vinny Vinny Vinny!" Roona pants, running so fast she nearly trips over her feet, "Pouch pouch pouch pouch please please please!"

They tug at the loose piece of leather fixed around their traveling companion's waist, barely waiting for acknowledgement of their presence before scrambling up the leg into the pouch and pulling the flaps closed, trying to look as much like a lute as possible.

Now, most lutes arent quite so lumpy, because they don't have knees to tuck in, and they don't swell and sink because they don't have lungs that are heaving from the mad dash they've just undertaken. But, however much like a lute she doesn't look, Roona supposes the ruse has worked, because no one sticks a sword straight into the flaps and the shrill complaining voice eventually huffs its way out of earshot.

"Is the purple dress lady gone?" she whispers, pulling one very small peep hole open in the mouth of the pouch.

"Yeah," Vinny sighs, still debating whether or not she wants to know what happened this time.

"Okay, good." Roona's head fully emerges from the pouch now, braids more mussed than usual and face still flushed reddish from exertion. They flash a forced smile up at Vinny. "So, don't get mad but. Um."

It seems, whether or not Vinny wants to know, Roona's gonna be telling her anyway.

"You know that really fancy dress shop down the road? I was over there window shopping, you know, like you do. And, well, I went inside, cause they had this really nice yellow thing and this other dress with lilac trim, and I wanted to know how they'd look together? Um?"

Vinny's lips press together, knowing exactly where this story's going.

"So I, uh, I grabbed a pair of shears, and I took a little bit of the trim off the back of the skirt? I mean, it's the back right, no one's gonna see, and it's not like they ever sell the mannequin models anyways, but. For SOME reason, the dress lady didn't like that."

"Roona. C'mon."

She sighs, brushing a few loose hairs out of her face. "No, no. I know. I ... I know. Like, actually. Sometimes people are just stuck up dickheads about their stuff, but like, this one I get. I'll go apologize in the morning, probably. Once she's had the chance to forget where she's left the fabric shears again."

They begin to pull themself out of the pouch, but stop with one leg dangling out over the lip. "On a totally unrelated note. Can I pitch you on a mix and match dress shop?"

*****

Gent: Things you said when you should've been quiet

"Gods," he huffs, flipping over what he's pretty sure is the third page of sigils for what he's significantly less sure is the fifth time. "You really think an archmage with a lifespan like his and absolutely no friends to hang out with would be able to find the time to write a damn key for his notes. Wenceforth! C'mere. Do you know what the fuck these double lines are supposed to be mean?"

The goblin starts at the mention of his name, trotting over on creaky joints from the post he'd be standing by the door. He slips on a pair of glasses, and peers over the piece of paper being held out for him. He spends a good minute tracing a finger across the ink, grumbling and mumbling to himself before turning to face Gent and announcing, very definitely, "No!"

Gent groans and slumps even further in the chair than he has been.

"You've known him forever, Wenceforth, has he always been this illiterate? I mean, god, for all the griping he does at me about penmanship making the difference between a Dancing Light and a Flaming Sphere, you'd think he'd care literally at all about how his own fucking notes look."

"Well, Master Errenis is quite a learned mage, you know, he's really quite skilled, but uh. Between you and me. He's always been a bit more meticulous with his notes since. Well."

Gent immediately shoots up, leaning over the arm of his chair to stare down Wenceforth. "Since what, Wence? You can't just leave me hanging here, man."

"Oh, you know, I don't really want to embarrass him or anything," he mumbles, anxious grin twitching onto his face.

"Oh come on! Please? I'll pay you the rest of my weeks stipend, Wence, I need to know what could've possibly embarrassed Yussah bad enough to change his wizardly ways."

"Oh, all right," he chuckles, leaning in, "but you didn't hear it from me. One time, good few years back, Master Yussah was studyin' this little ball thing, and got himself stuck inside. Had to call in a bunch of his wizard friends to get him back out. And they, ah, barely made it too, I heard, 'cause his map notes were just ... unintelligible."

"You're kidding, Wence? He got stuck. In a ball."

"Sure did, sure did! Had to call that pretty Taldorei lady myself to fix it all up."

"You had to get Arcanist Vysoren to get Yussah out of a ball?" Gent reaches for the goblins shoulders and gives them a good hard squeeze. "Thank you so much for telling me, Wence. You are truly the only man I have ever cared about in my life."

"Come now, surely he's not the only one." someone drawls from the doorway behind Gent.

Gent spins around in the chair, placating grin half way through stretching across his face. "Master Errenis, hello, how are you doing, did you need a hand with something, hope I haven't kept you waiting?"

Yussah gives a wry laugh. "I've been waiting in this doorway long enough, Ms. Avoris. Gossiping about my handwriting won't get those wards copied any faster."

Gent presses his lips together, turning (relatively) apologetically back to his work. Yussah motions for Wenceforth to follow him out of the room, starting to describe some spell components he needed dug out of storage. He stops in the doorway, just to be sure Gent is still in earshot.

"I have got to get that kid to see some other wizards. Let him study with someone really old and crazy, like Waccoh. Then see how he feels about my damn notes."

*****

#bros if you thought This was long get ready morgan sent me one for every single character #stella #roona #gent #asks

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valentines-in-london · 5 years ago

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I Need Fire (Part 21)

Authors Note: Alright I’m back! I feel like it’s been an age since I talked to any of you! I hope you’re all doing well and that you like this chapter. We’ve got some BIG events coming up in the next few chapters so I’m excited to hear your feedback<3

Word Count: 3,486

Warnings: In this chapter none really, talk about drugs

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Chapter 21

Rayne took her keys to the office out of her purse and inserted them into the lock of Poison Ivy. It was just before 8AM so needless to say she was shocked to hear opera music coming from Stanley’s work office. Rayne dropped her bags on her desk and made her way back to where the music came from. She leaned against the door frame watching as he stood in front of a mannequin with a beautiful suede and leather suit. She gently knocked on the wooden frame, “Knock knock boss man.”

Turning toward her voice Stanley turned and gasped, “The bronzed goddess returns. Bella, you look stunning.”

“Thank you. That Italian blood in me makes it easy to tan.” Rayne chuckled holding her arms out at her side. “Why are you here so early?”

“The show is coming up, this is the last piece. I wanted to get this finished so we can have fittings with our girls. This is the most time I’ve ever had to make final adjustments leading up to a show. Granted the last shows I did I was hopped up on coke and ludes and all sorts of non-sense. But that was in my youth.”

“Is it wrong that I think it would be fun to meet that Stanley?” Rayne smiled crossing her arms over her chest, causing her engagement ring to catch in the morning sun.

“I mean you are used to rock stars and I could have put them to shame.” Stanley winked before his eyes to shot down to the sparkling ring on her slim fingers. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is Bella?”

Rayne nodded her head, “It is, Tommy proposed to me over the holiday break, and I said yes.”

“Congratulations my darling.” Stanley hugged Rayne rocking her back and forth. “You do realize what this means right?”

“What does it mean?”

“I have a wedding dress to design.” Stanley smiled wide.

“What? No! Stanley I can’t ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking me. I’m offering. And you will be the most radiant bride there ever was. I’ll make sure of that.” Stanley said with such love. He felt like a father figure to Rayne and she couldn’t quite put into words how much she valued that aspect of her and Stanley’s relationship.

“I don’t know what to say Stanley.” Rayne shrugged her shoulders. “Thank you so much. Now let’s stop being sappy, we have a busy day ahead of us.”

“You know bella, you are going to have to get used to being the center of attention. Every bride deserves all eyes on her, and so does the lead model in my show.” Stanley called Rayne on her insecurities immediately and she knew he was right. But she’d cross that bridge when the time came, right now she had work to do.

After an eventful day at work filled with fittings and meetings Rayne headed home, but there was one place she had to stop off at before she got there. Rayne walked up the stone stairs and gently knocked on the door. A very disheveled looking Vince answered the door.

"Hey Vinny." Rayne smiled going in for a hug. Reluctantly Vince hugged her back.

"What are you doing here?" Vince asked softly.

"I haven't been over since everything happened, and the holidays were so crazy I didn't want more time to go by." Rayne said still embracing him. "Is this a bad time?"

"No not at all. We just haven't had many visitors lately. Come in."

"I'm sorry, I should've come by sooner." She said somberly entering Vince and Jo’s home. She did truly feel bad that with the chaos of the holiday season that she hadn't been over to see Vince or Jo. She hoped they knew that she was not avoiding them.

"You don't have to apologize Legs." Vince patted her on the shoulder as they walked into the living room where Jo laid curled up on a plush white couch watching tv.

"Ray??" She shot up from the cushions rushing over to her best friend hugging her tightly. "Oh I missed you!"

"I'm sorry I haven't come by and I'm sorry to just drop in. But I wanted to see you guys." The three sat down in the living room. Rayne slipped her heels off and pulled her legs up underneath her. "This might be a stupid question but how are you guys doing?"

Vince looked like an absolute wreck, so if she was judging the book by its cover she would say he was doing the worst. But she also knew that Jo was good at hiding her struggles. Rayne watched as Jo placed a hand on Vince's thigh. "I think we're hanging in there right?"

"All things considered yeah we're hanging in." Vince nodded his head. "I'm glad I have you here with me babe, otherwise I don't know that I would be."

Rayne smiled at the tender moment between the couple. She usually did not see that side of Vince and Jo's relationship. "Nowhere else I'd rather be baby."

"So, you're obviously without a certain drummer." Vince said not to subtly.

"Yeah. I tried to get him to come with me. I just, I don't think he knows what to say. He thinks Vince doesn't need to be babied and that's what he thinks he'll be doing if he came to check on you. We actually got into a bit of an argument about it." Rayne shrugged her shoulders. She watched as Vince hung his head nodding slightly. "Have you heard from any of the guys?"

"Not a word. The only reason I know I still have a band is through phone calls with Doc." Vince spat out. She could feel how much that stung him. Motley Crue had always been a gang of brothers until things got tough for Vince and now that mentality seemed to be gone.

Rayne was about to respond but the phone rang stopping her from speaking. Vince stood up, "Speak of the devil, that should be Doc."

Vince left the room and Rayne turned to Jo. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Jo nodded, "it's tough. But it's tougher on Vinny than it is on me. I hurt for him because I know he's hurting."

Rayne immediately understood what Jo meant, she had been there herself many times, damn empathy!

"I think what bothers him most isn't the stuff the media says, or what MTV says, or the court ordered things he has to do. It's that no one in the band have said a word to him. He's completely alone apart from me." Jo continued.

"I'm sorry Jo. I really tried to get Tommy here but he's being stubborn." Rayne sighed.

"Do you think he's pissed about the miscarriage?" Jo questioned.

"I don't think so, I mean he's not pissed at me for it. Why would he be pissed at Vince?" Rayne ran her fingers through her curls.

Jo sighed, shaking her hair. "I don't know. At least tomorrow he goes back into the studio. Maybe that'll help mend things."

"I'm here for anything you guys ever need. You know that right Jo?" Rayne watched as her best friend silently shook her head before taking a deep breath composing herself.

"I know Ray. And I appreciate that more than you know." Jo smiled hugging her friend. "How are things with you and Tommy? You said you got into an argument? Didn't you just get back from Cabo?"

"Yeah we did. I don't wanna get into it, you've got enough going on without having to listen to my bullshit." Rayne brushed Jo's questions off.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to hear." Jo smiled.

"Well it kinda all started the night we got there. I found some stuff in Tommy's bag…"

"Tommy I found some stuff in your bag that I want to talk to you about." Rayne pulled her legs up toward her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"What's up babe?" Tommy asked sitting down on the lounge chair next to Rayne.

"Tommy last night after you fell asleep I wanted to clean myself up and wash my face. I was looking around what I thought was my bag for my skin care. I didn't want to wake you up so I didn't turn any lights on. When I got to the bathroom and turned the lights on I noticed I didn't grab stuff from my bag it was your bag." Rayne knew she was rambling but she didn't care, there was no easy way to bring up what she had to talk to him about. "Tommy it was a bottle of white powder and two bottles of nondescript pills. Now apparently I'm naive but not so naive that I don't know what that powder is."

Tommy stayed silent.

"So after beating myself up for my stupidity since then I figured I'm done beating myself up but I will talk to you about it. Do you know how much trouble you could've gotten us in if you had been caught with that shit at the airport?"

"Well we didn't get caught did we?" Tommy said a bit annoyed.

"That's not even the point Tommy. How dependent are you on this shit that you're bringing it on vacation with us? We were supposed to use this time to relax before things start ramping up again."

"I am relaxing." Tommy deflected the question.

"How can you relax when you're hopped up on coke Tommy?" Rayne was starting to get upset. "I knew you did it when you were with the band, I didn't think you had to do it when you were home with me."

"You knew that I did coke when you met me. I don't know why you're flipping out."

"Tommy I knew you did coke, but if you're bringing drugs on vacation with us that tells me it's more than recreational use. Then when I see two bottles of unlabeled pills excuse me if I don't have questions." Rayne took her sunglasses off to look at him. "Tommy why are you doing these things when you're with me? Why do you need to self medicate yourself when you're with me?"

"You told me when we first met that you weren't my mother and wouldn't ask me to change." Tommy defended himself.

Rayne sighed exasperated before replying. "Tommy I am not your mother. But I think as someone who is planning on being your wife I have the right to be concerned about what you're putting in your body. Do you know how fucking dangerous it is to do a drug like coke and I assume the pills are downers to bring you down after your high? You could kill yourself doing that Tommy do you get that?"

"I'm not going to kill myself." Tommy shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Tommy you're putting drugs into your body, you never know how you're going to react to them!" Rayne said frantically. "I don't want to get a phone call one night when you're on the road saying you're coming home in a body bag."

"That's not going to happen." Was his simple response. He was driving Rayne crazy, he wasn't listening at all.

"Look Tommy. I'm doing the one thing that has been the hardest for me to do since you've known me which is communicate. I'd appreciate it if you would at least listen to my concerns. I could've just sat on this and blown up on you."

"Oh so you're not blowing up on me now?"

"Tommy I am an Italian woman from New Jersey, I may have lived in California for years but that is something you never lose. If I was blowing up on you, it would be much worse than this." Rayne threatened only to hear Tommy mumble something under his breath. "Excuse me? Did you have something to say?"

"Well I can't win so it's pointless."

"Did I say you couldn't win? I'm having this conversation because I want to hear what you have to say." Rayne leaned toward him in her lounge chair.

"There's no point in talking about it. I can't stop so there's no point."

"What do you mean you can't stop?" Rayne asked him.

"I can't stop. I've tried and when I do I get sick." Tommy sighed pushing his dark locks off of his face. Rayne thought to the few times she had been with Tommy where he was indeed under the weather, he claimed it was a stomach bug. "I try to not do it when I'm with you but when we're together for long periods of time I can't not do it. It has nothing to do with you, it has everything to do with me."

Rayne gently placed her hand on Tommy's knee giving him a light squeeze. She knew she had to tread lightly. "Tommy you know you can get help if you want it."

"There's no point." Tommy shook his head. "The record company practically forces krell up our noses. I do not have the capability to say no."

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to. And I think you can say no… even if you never say it to me." Rayne cracked a little joke which resulted in a smile from Tommy. "Babe I'm just looking out for you, I want to spend my life with you and I think that shit will drastically decrease that time."

"Well I'll definitely go before you anyway."

"Why do you say that?" Rayne asked tilting her head slightly.

"Because I don't want to be on this planet without you by my side, so I have to go first." Tommy flashed a lopsided grin. "So where do we go from here?"

"I think I've made it clear I think you should really ease off using. But I also think I can't make you do anything you have to do it for yourself." Rayne comfortingly replied.

Tommy sat with his head hanging low before he looked up and met Rayne's eyes. "I'll get help. I don't want to be like this. I see what drugs are doing to Nikki."

"If that's truly what you want to do I'll be with you every step of the way." Rayne leaned forward kissing his cheek.

"You want to start by flushing everything I brought with me?" Tommy asked almost shyly. Rayne nodded her head and the two walked hand in hand back to their suite.

"Wow, so he's clean?" Jo asked Rayne.

"He's working on it. He can't go into a rehab because the band is just about to start recording so he's in this outpatient type thing. He's been pretty sick so home is my next stop. I made him some chicken noodle broth last night." Rayne gave a brief flash of a smile.

"You think it'll stay that way?"

"I know coming off drugs isn't easy. I don't expect him to be perfect but we agreed he wouldn't hide anything from me if he did slip up. That’s what I would have a problem with above all." Rayne shrugged. "But I think temptation is going to be all around him all the fucking time. I don't think it'll be easy."

"And we thought dating rockstars would be glamorous." Jo smiled giving Rayne a gentle shove.

"Correction, you may have thought that. I never wanted to date a rock star." Rayne laughed at how Tommy just sort of fell into her lap.

"Well it's a two way street Ray, I'm here for anything if you need me."

"Thanks babe. I appreciate that. I should probably get going and head home.” Rayne leaned forward to wrap her best friend up in a hug. She looked at the video that was playing on the TV and was shocked to see the guy she had met in the bar with Doc the night she went to see Journey. He was singing in a video and he wore lavender leather pants. Rayne wanted to say she had met him to Jo, but figured that would result in her telling the whole story and right now she wanted to go home to her man.

"Alright I'll see you later. When is your show by the way?" Jo stood up walking Rayne to the door.

"A few weeks, why?"

"Well because I want to be there to support you, silly." Jo rolled her eyes playfully. "You're looking great by the way but stop losing weight!"

"I'm not losing weight I've just been taking my classes more seriously. I'm losing fat and putting on muscle apparently. Whatever the hell that means." Rayne shook her head. "Trust me I'm still eating plenty, I had so many tacos while we were in Mexico."

"I'll see you later babe."

"Tell Vince I said bye." Rayne called out over her shoulder to Jo before hopping in her car and heading home.

Not too long after Rayne opened the front door to her home placing her keys on the ring by the front of the door. She took a deep breath and could smell some delicious cooking emanating from the kitchen. "Tommy?"

"In here babe." She heard his voice and made her way toward the kitchen. When she walked in she leaned against the island in the middle of the room. "I was hoping everything would be done by the time you get home but it's almost there."

"What are you making?" Rayne asked walking toward him giving him a light kiss on the cheek. He definitely seemed a lot better today, not too sick.

"My world famous gyros." Tommy smiled wide gesturing toward a bunch of various toppings that were lined up on the counter. “What do you know about Greek food.”

"World famous huh? How come I've never had them before?" Rayne teased looking out at all the delicious food.

"Cooking has been taking my mind off other things." Tommy spoke honestly. "And I wanted to treat my girl to a good dinner."

"First Jo tells me to plump up and now you are trying too." She winked. "But I can't wait it looks delicious."

A timer dinged and Tommy moved to the oven and pulled out some delicious looking meat. "You're going to have to show me how to put one of these together. I've never had one before."

"You've never had a gyro before? Oh baby wait to have your mind blown." Tommy smiled as he began cutting the meat.

He wasn't lying either, Rayne couldn't believe she had never eaten a gyro before it was absolutely delicious. Who would've thought the crazy rock n roll drummer was also a stellar cook.

The two of them cleaned up and ended their night curled up under the covers of their bed with the fireplace roaring in their room. Rayne traced mindless patterns across Tommy's chest. "Are you excited to get back into the studio tomorrow?"

"I'm nervous as fuck." Tommy honestly responded.

"Just take everything as it comes, don't get in your head and start beating yourself up." Rayne said softly.

"I haven't even talked to any of the guys since we got off tour." Tommy sighed.

"Well I told you to come see Vince with me but no, you didn't want to." She playfully mocked.

"I know, I'm an ass. How was Vinny?"

"He's been better Tommy." Rayne replied honestly. "So cut him some slack tomorrow okay? I think he would have really liked to see you today."

She felt Tommy nod his head and it made Rayne smile. She knew it wouldn't be easy but maybe Tommy and Vince could lean on each other. But Rayne also knew that was easier said than done. Stretching her body and letting out a yawn she let her eyes flutter closed and drifted off to sleep.

Tommy however remained awake, his arm wrapped around Rayne gently caressing her back. Since they had flushed everything in Mexico things had been fairly easy. But he knew the studio would be an entirely different animal. He was one half of the terror twins and he knew Nikki wasn't slowing down on anything anytime soon. It was fucked up, Tommy used drugs to keep him going to be able to experience life to the fullest. Nikki used to get him out of some dark fucking place, but Tommy wasn't so sure he didn't like it there.

Tommy silently vowed to himself that he would be strong and he wouldn't let Rayne down. The woman in his arms was like a saving grace and the only thing that mattered to him. And he would not do anything to screw that up… but the little devil on his shoulder kept telling him he was going to do just that.

There you have it, can you believe we’re at Chapter 21 already??? I really enjoyed bringing Vince and Jo back in and giving a peak into what they’ve been going through. The Motley guys will be back in the next chapter and so will some drama. Please let me know what you all think, your comments and feedback really fuel my writing and keep me inspired! Have a great week everyone!

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