#'oh no tomorrow's monday' OK AND GIVE US A HINT OR SOMETHING???
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felicia hid SO MUCH in her tweet i hate her sm
#felicia maxime#'oh no tomorrow's monday' OK AND GIVE US A HINT OR SOMETHING???#TWO ANNOUNCEMENTS IN A DAY? I WASN'T READY
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New Experiences
Photos from @little-stephanies-diary and @babiechristy, Part 14
Stephanie and Courtney were having an amazing time hanging out in just their wet Goodnites and t-shirts. Both girls had a feeling of liberation as they now knew each other’s secrets, and they could now hang out without the fear of being caught wearing diapers. As the afternoon went along, their comfort level only increased to the point that Stephanie decided it would be funny to stick her foot out and poke Courtney’s wet diaper with her toe making a ‘boop’ noise. Courtney giggled a little at this before launching herself across the couch and pinning Steph’s hands down exclaiming it was a ‘tickle attack!’ Stephanie erupted into laughter, causing her to pee a little, and unable to stop laughing she simply went along with it for the moment. As soon as her hands were freed, Stephanie bear-hugged her best friend and the two girls settled into cuddling on the couch watching TV.
As the girls were holding each other, they started to doze off a little bit. It wasn’t until they heard the garage door start to open, indicating that Steph’s dad was home, that they shot upright and realized they still needed to change before he came through the door. Stephanie ran upstairs, leaving her pants in the living room, and went straight to the bathroom to change out of her wet pullup before her dad caught her. Courtney’s reaction was a little slower, but she stood up quickly pulling her blue sweatpants back on so Steph’s dad wouldn’t catch her without pants on. While she did manage to pull her pants over her legs, her Goodnite wasn’t fully covered as Steph’s dad entered the house.
“Hi Courtney,” Steph’s dad said with a hint of curiosity, “You aren’t still wearing that wet pullup from this morning are you?”
“No sir,” Courtney said a little embarrassed, “Steph asked if I would wear one today like she has to so she would feel more comfortable.”
“Oh!,” Steph’s dad replied, “Well that was very nice of you to do. You really are a good friend. Where is Stephanie by the way?”
“She had to go to the bathroom,” Courtney said covering for her friend, “She mentioned she would get I trouble if she had another accident, so she has been making sure she was staying dry all day.”
It was just then that Stephanie came bouncing back down the stairs in a dry Goodnite, giving her dad a hug when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Steph’s dad asked if the girls were hungry, which they very much were, and offered to make dinner quickly if the girls would set the table. They quickly agreed, even though Courtney was still wearing a wet diaper while Stephanie’s was dry, but at least Courtney had her pants on – mostly. Courtney did think it was a little odd that Stephanie was still only wearing her Goodnite and t-shirt around her dad, but realized pretty quickly that it probably wasn’t uncommon as they lived alone with each other. Almost as fast as the girls had finished setting the table and took their seats, Steph’s dad was bringing food to the table. As they began to eat, the conversation turned to how their day had been.
“So what did you girl get up to today?,” Steph’s dad asked.
“Nothing really,” Stephanie fibbed a little, “We just hung out on the couch watching TV.”
“It was super fun!,’ Courtney said excitedly, “And as you already know sir, we both wore our Goodnites today!”
“I can see that,” he said slyly, “But I bet you’ll need to change before you head home Courtney.”
“Actually daddy,” Steph piped up, “I was going to ask if Courtney could spend the night again! We’re about the same size, so she could borrow one of my school uniforms for tomorrow. What do you think Court?”
“Oh my god!,” Courtney yelped, “That sounds super fun! Can we please?!”
“That does sound fun,” Steph’s dad replied, “I’ll call your parents and let them know, and I’ll make sure they know we have extra Goodnites here for you to use.”
The girls looked at each other with giddy expressions on their faces. The idea of spending a second night together without any fear of being caught wearing diapers made them both excited beyond belief. The only concern Stephanie had was that she was going to have to wear a big diaper for bed, and her dad wouldn’t be able to change her like he had been, but she was willing to sacrifice that for more time with her best friend. As soon as they were done eating, the girls cleared the table as Steph’s dad called Courtney’s parents to fill them in on the plans. As soon as he was off the phone, he told the girls that they were good to go on the sleepover, and the girls grabbed each other’s hands jumping up and down a little while they squealed with excitement.
“Let’s go upstairs and get ready for bed!,” Stephanie said excitedly.
“Sounds great!,” Courtney agreed, “It is getting a little late, and we do have school in the morning.”
As Courtney started heading upstairs, Steph’s dad pulled his daughter aside for a moment whispering, “You know you need to wear a big diaper for bed right?”
“I know daddy,” Steph responded timidly, “But I’ll put it on myself tonight since Courtney is over. Where are the big ones?”
“Well princess,” her dad responded, “I noticed we used the last one from the pack last night, so I stopped by the store and bought more today. They are a different design, and I left them in the trunk if you want to go grab them.”
Stephanie understood and headed to the garage to grab the new diapers from her dad’s car. The side of the bag read ‘Lil’ Monsters’ on the side, and she could see the cute cartoon monsters they ad printed on them. Thinking that at least these were a little less babyish than the teddy bear ones she had been wearing, she gleefully grabbed the bag and headed up to her room where Courtney was waiting. Steph was a little embarrassed carrying a bag of big diapers in front of her friend, but Courtney didn’t seem to care. A quick thought raced through Steph’s head as she thought that, because she had agreed to wear a Goodnite all day, maybe Courtney would wear one of the big diapers to bed too!
“Hey Court,” Stephanie hesitantly said, “You remember how I have to wear different diapers at night?”
Looking up from her phone, Courtney replied with a simple, ‘Yeah, what about it?”
“Well,” Stephanie asked while biting her lip, “It was really nice that you wore Goodnites all day with me, so I was hoping maybe we could both wear the big ones to bed too?”
“Sure!,” Courtney piped up, “I’ve always been a little curious about wearing something other than pullups to bed anyway!”
“Can I ask one more question?,” Stephanie quietly said, “Last Monday when the nurse made me wear a diaper, she put it on me, and honestly it fit better than any of the times I’ve done it myself. What do you think about changing each other before bed?”
Courtney was a little shocked by this, but after thinking for a minute she agreed. She was still wearing her wet Goodnite, so she told Steph to grab everything while Courtney went to the bathroom to change. Stephanie was elated because, even though it wasn’t going to be her daddy changing her, at least someone was going to. She was even a little excited to have a chance to change someone other than herself too. Steph prepared everything they would need, and decided to change into a black t-shirt since her purple one was starting to stink a little. Courtney returned to the bedroom a few minutes later wearing just her white t-shirt and blue sweats having left her wet Goodnite in the bathroom trash. She noticed that Steph had laid out two of the big diapers on the bed right next to a bottle of baby powder.
“So,” Courtney said curiously, “How do you want to do this?”
“Well,” Steph responded, “I thought since I have a little more experience putting these on, I could do you first so you can learn, and you can change me right after.”
“That sounds like a good plan actually,” Courtney said in an assuring tone, “What do you need me to do?”
“Well,” Steph said apprehensively, “I’ll need you to take off your sweats and lay down on the bed. I can pretty much take it from there.”
Courtney did as she was asked and pulled off her sweatpants, but realizing she was kind of cold wearing just a t-shirt, she went to her bag and grabbed a pair of yellow and white striped fuzzy knee-high socks to put on before she laid down on the bed. Stephanie grabbed on of the diapers and slid it under Courtney before reaching for the baby powder and sprinkling it over her friend’s naked body. Just as her dad had done with her, Stephanie gently spread the baby powder around with her hand before securing the tapes around the front of the diaper. Courtney was surprised at how intimate everything was, and really impressed by just how comfy the big diaper felt between her legs. Sitting up in the bed, Courtney smiled at her friend before saying, “Ok, your turn Steph!”
Stephanie was pretty used to this, so she laid down on the bed as she slid her dry Goodnite to the floor. Laying there exposed, she guided Courtney on what to do. Stephanie lifted her butt off the bed while Courtney slid the diaper under her before grabbing the baby powder and sprinkling it over Stephanie’s naked body. Courtney took note of how Steph had done this part, and slowly spread the baby powder with her hand lingering just a little longer as she ran her fingers over Steph’s smooth vagina. Stephanie’s face went a little red as this was happening as she was feeling the same sensation she had felt with her dad earlier in the week – she was starting to become turned on. As soon as Courtney was done fastening the tapes of the diaper, Stephanie lifted her feet into the air for just a moment to try and hide her expression.
“That was…really nice,” Steph blurted out.
“I was hoping you’d like that, “Courtney said with a smirk, “Come here and give me a hug.”
Stephanie sat up and hugged her best friend with a giant smile on her face, and never wanted this hug to end. She was a little sad as Courtney started to move her arms away from Stephanie’s body, but sadness turned to excitement as Courtney placed her hands around the back of Stephanie’s head running her fingers through her friends hair. In a moment that shocked Stephanie, Courtney pulled their faces together as their lips locked. This was an unexpected turn of events for Steph, but Courtney had sort of wanted to do this for a while. Courtney slowly let her tongue leave her mouth and used it to spread Steph’s lips apart, gently thrusting it into her friend’s mouth. The girls continued to make out for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only about five minutes in real time.
As soon as their lips separated, Steph squeezed her friend even tighter before pulling them both down onto the bed to cuddle like they had done on the couch earlier that day. Stephanie was going to have a wet diaper again tonight, but hopefully not from an accident. Courtney was ecstatic at everything that had transpired while they were in the bedroom, and felt warm and safe with Stephanie’s arm wrapped around her. She wished that her and Stephanie had gone a little bit further than just kissing, but she didn’t want to push her luck. Both girls were tired though, and pulled the covers over themselves as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
To Be Continued…
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three years of you. — tear myself apart
Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader
Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist
Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)
Word Count: ≈3.4k
Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)
A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!
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You’ve got this, you can do it.
You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.
But you aren’t.
An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.
He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…
“…then why did you show up?”
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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.
You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.
“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.
“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.
“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.
“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.
“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”
“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.
“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.
“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.
On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn���t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.
You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.
“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”
“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”
“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“
“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.
“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.
The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.
“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.
And I’m feeling… good.
You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.
“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.
“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”
Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”
“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.
“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.
“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.
You captioned it:
Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍
It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)
You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.
Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘
The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”
“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”
“Not if he’s blocked.”
“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”
“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.
“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.
“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.
“Y/N…”
“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”
“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.
“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.
“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.
“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.
“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”
“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.
“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.
“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.
“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”
“Woah, wait, now?”
“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”
You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”
“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.
“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.
“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.
“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.
“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.
“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”
“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.
“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.
“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.
When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.
When I wake up
I cant even stay up
I slept through the day, fuck
I’m not getting younger
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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“
“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.
“I did nothing wrong.”
“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”
“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.
“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.
“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.
“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”
Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”
“I mean, yeah, but-“
“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.
Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍
He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?
Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.
Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘
He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.
Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.
Ok, I’ll just just comment.
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Caught a vibe
Baby, are you coming for the ride
I just wanna look into your eyes
I just wanna stay for the night, night, night
You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.
When we take a drive
Maybe we can take the 405
Hypnotized by the light
Man, this must be the life
As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.
“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.
“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.
“Definitely.”
“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.
“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.
“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.
What the hell does he want?
You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.
You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore
You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:
For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?
You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.
Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.
You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.
“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.
When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.
“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”
“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”
“Why not his number,” you asked.
“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”
After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.
“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.
“You sure this is the right thing to do?”
“Yes. Want me to do it?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”
You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.
I can do this.
Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.
I can do this.
Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.
Click it, it’ll be fine.
And, so, you did. You clicked the button.
You felt free.
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Return To Sender
Ok so I was eating a corn on the cob earlier and it made me realize how similar it is to.....other things. So this came out. Yes, a corn on the cob prompt.
Don't judge me. Or do. Just enjoy.
PART 2
You had been working at SVU for several months now, and you loved every moment of it. Especially the moments with the ADA, Rafael Barba. You couldn’t deny you became enamored with him the moment he walked into the squad room on your first day. But you kept your little infatuation to yourself; at work anyway. When you would go home to your childhood best friend and current room mate, they’d ask you to spill details of your day, and many of those details included Rafael.
This one particular evening, Amanda had invited you out to eat with the squad. You hadn’t exactly “bonded” with anyone yet, and it was a welcoming gesture that you happily accepted. To your delight, the “squad” included Rafael! You desperately tried to hide your excitement as you followed Amanda to the back of the restaurant where the gang already had drinks and a calamari appetizer.
“I uh, I didn’t realize we were going fancy,” You sheepishly stated, after greetings of welcome were exchanged.
“I didn’t think Fazolli’s counted as ‘fancy’. Liv and I come here all the time” Rafael shrugged.
“Any food that doesn’t come out of Styrofoam containers is fancy to me, counselor,” You bit back with a bit more attitude than you meant. Rafael raised an eyebrow at your sudden bold demeanor.
“Ah. Well, I suppose we could take up a collection plate for you to eat something,” he smirked back as he sipped his scotch.
“Rafa, don’t be a dick. If you need a spot sweetie I got you, i invited you,” Amanda gave you a sympathetic look.
“I don’t think she’d have any trouble getting any guy to buy her anything in here,” Sonny chuckled, gesturing to your outfit.
Okay, so you were younger than them; Significantly younger. You couldn’t help it you were a child prodigy, graduating college at 18. And instead of being a rocket scientist, you used your many scholarship offers to go through the Police Academy AND Law School, because you wanted to use your smarts to help people. So yes, you were quite younger than the rest of them. Probably a big reason this was the first time you had been invited out to their “Grown Up” dinners.
You glanced down to the outfit Sonny was referring to; nothing fancy. Although you had to admit it showed off more cleavage than any of them were used to seeing on you. You blushed and pulled your jacket over your top and grabbed a menu to cover your red face.
“Thanks, I think,” You muttered a small thanks to Sonny, to which he winked back. Good lord maybe this wasn’t a great idea. You flipped out your phone and texted your roommate, begging them to help you get through this. You discreetly dictated the progression of the evening, like a play by play in a football game.
However as the night went on, you became more and more comfortable with your coworkers. They really were wonderful people; and the three drinks you had didn’t hurt either.
“Damn Y/N, I didn’t realize you were so funny!” Fin laughed, recovering from one of the jokes you had continually kept in the conversations all night.
“Oh yeah, Clown College is one of the most prestigious degrees I have in my collection,” You nodded your head as if in a subtle bow.
“That’s right, you’re like a child genius aren’t you?” Liv asked; she had definitely noticed that when she went over your resume to hire you.
“Emphasis on child,” Rafael muttered with food in his mouth. The group stopped laughing and glanced at him with perplexed looks.
“Really man?” Sonny asked with a hint of defense in his tone.
“Oh it’s fine, old man river is just upset he's not the center of attention for once,” you smirked at him without missing a beat. He huffed and muttered grumblings in Spanish under his breath while the rest of the table chuckled in amusement. Nobody had dared to mess with the big bad DA in social settings, he was scary enough in the courtroom.
You were so engrossed in the little cat and mouse game you were playing with the man you’d been obsessed with for months that you had forgotten you were in the middle of a conversation with your roommate. Your phone finally began vibrating on the table, causing Amanda to notice.
“Someone waiting on you?” She asked. “Boyfriend maybe?”
“Or a sitter, perhaps?” Rafa once again tried the young thing, but he was a bit more drunk than earlier and his quip made no sense.
“That would mean I HAVE a kid, counselor. Which I do not.” you rolled your eyes.”Or a boyfriend,” you added with a smirk. Oh God why were you being so brash NOW? Reign it in there, Don Juan.
You quickly jotted a text to your roommate letting them know you were ok and that the evening was going significantly better by the moment, and you’d tell them more when you got home later.
Not a second after you hit SEND did Amanda’s phone go off in her pocket. She looked at it with an amused smile.
“Uh how sloshed are you, newbie?” She giggled, starting to read the text.
Your face drained of all color, your expression frozen in fear. Oh God OH GOD she’s going to read that, let’s just say, ADULT detailed text you had just sent. You watched her expression go from amusement, to confusion, to absolute delight as she looked between you and Rafael. The rest of the table looked at each other in confusion, as she added “Ok ya’ll listen to this,”
Was she SERIOUS? She was going to read this intercepted text of your most private thoughts ALOUD to all of your coworkers?!
“Oh um, Amanda you know I really don’t think…” You tried going for her phone while looking at her with pleading eyes.
“Ok Ok, you’re right. I’m just teasing girl,” She smiled as she patted you on the back, and you started to relax back into your chair. That is, until you heard Sonny’s voice next to you:
“Oh my God the way Rafael is sucking down his corn of cob definitely confirms my thought of him giving EXCELLENT head,”
Your head spun so fast you swore it might have twisted off like a Barbie doll as you saw your phone was left unlocked and open on messages right on the table, and Sonny had just read a text you had sent your BFF earlier!
The entire table fell silent, Olivia had done a spit take as Sonny was talking. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at ANYONE, you just snatched your phone off the table and stuck it in your lap while glaring holes into the floor. Should you leave? You should probably leave. Would it be worse if you left?
“Wow Y/N I am so sorry, I just...I ain’t the smartest guy and sometimes I read stuff out loud without thinking and I...I shouldn’t have been lookin at your messages,” You heard Sonny’s soft apology, but it sounded so far away. Oh God, were you having a panic attack?!
Suddenly, you hear a boisterous laugh that knocks you back to reality. You lift your head slightly from your lap to see Rafael laughing and shaking his head.
“So that’s why you're so mean to me, carino,” he smiled, dying down his laughter. “You have a crush on me!”
Oh good God, you’ve had nightmares go better than this.
“Wha-- n-n-no, you’re mean to ME, counselor,” You found yourself shooting back at him like a five year old.
“Oh good lord, just make out already!” Fin laughed, the others followed suit. The two of you locked eyes and blushed before quickly looking anywhere else but each other.
“Um...you know maybe I should go, I have court early tomorrow,” Rafael cleared his throat, gathering his belongings.
“Let’s all just agree the last 10 minutes never happened, yeah?” he proposed to the group, who all nodded back with amused smiles.
“I’ll see you all on Monday,” He nodded to the group as he got up from the table, walking behind your chair.
“....And for the record, I AM excellent in that area,” He whispered in your ear. Your face turned hot, your core tingled. Your head whipped around to confirm what he had just said, but he was already out the door. Did….Did you just make that up in your head?
You glance at the now three remaining dinner mates, huge smiles on all of them back at you.
“Well, I guess you’re welcome then!” Sonny laughed, Amanda hit him in annoyance.
Yeah. That had DEFINITELY just happened.
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Direct threat
Warnings: Fluff, SVU crimes, episode based
WC: 2777
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“My crew is loyal to me in here and out there, just thought I’ll let you know that, Detective Y/L/N”
“Tell your client to keep his mouth shut” Rafael spat out slightly raising his voice.
“No, it’s ok Counselor. You’re really going to threaten me in front of the Assistant District Attorney when we have proof that you ordered the hit. Go ahead see where that gets you” You snarled across the table.
You had just walked into Rafael’s apartment with a suit case, looking around the dull space. It was very minimal, more like a show home.
“Are you sure you live here Barba?”
Rafael scoffed at you as he shrugged off his suit jacket to hang it up.
“I’ll give you a tour Detective, follow me”
You smiled and followed him. It was a 3 bedroom apartment. It had a master bedroom, walk in and ensuite. The smaller one of the two other rooms had a double bed and one bedside table. The other his at home office. With another smaller bathroom between the main and spare room.
“Put your bag in your room Detective, make yourself at home” Rafael smiled at you.
There had been a gang war around the streets. All of the squad had been called multiple times to different hospitals to question victims who had all been attacked while walking home. It was all linking back to one gang, BX9, who were targeting female family members or girlfriends of the other gangs.
The last attack was a gang rape. The rape kit showed 3 samples of sperm, one being the leader of the gang OG. You and Amanda paid a visit to his “loyal” girlfriend which in turn got somewhat of a confession when he called her that afternoon to clam her down after your visit, not thinking all phone calls are recorded.
Liv had asked you to go to Rikers with Rafael to have a chat with OG and his lawyer. Little did you know, Rafael had asked Liv if she would send you to go with him, using some excuse about you being on the case from the beginning, which you all had, but he was wanting to spend some more time with you alone. Secretly you were bursting with joy, you had never gotten to spend any time with the ADA alone. It was always small smiles when you caught each other staring or the little giggles when you each would say something funny that no one else was amused by.
You picked Rafael up from his office. You had messaged to say you were waiting for him when a song came on the radio you really liked and you turned it up, not being able to hear much that was going on around you, well really not paying attention because you were so wrapped up in the song. You were singing along slightly loud and tapping the steering wheel when you saw something out of the corner of your eye sit next to you and you gasped,
“Don’t stop on my account Detective, you’re actually not a bad singer” he smiled at you.
“Barba, how long you been there?” you frowned at him
“Long enough. Let’s go it’s getting late”
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“You can’t go back to your place by yourself, you need a detail that was a direct threat”
“You need to clam down Counselor, Amanda is 5 minutes away and Sonny is 10- I’ll be fine, I’ll just call them if I need to”
“And you think you will have time to call someone if something happens?” Rafael snapped at you “You can come and stay with me till the case is closed. I have a spare room”
“You are joking right?” you raised your eye brows at him.
“No I’m not. I’ll call Liv, Carisi and Fin can meet us at your apartment so you can pack, then they can drive us back to mine. It’s not a request Detective.” Rafael said firmly to you.
Your first night in Rafael’s apartment wasn’t the best, you hadn’t gotten much sleep. You weren’t used to the bed, you were out of your space and a lot of the time you laid there thinking about Rafael in his bed in the next room. What you didn’t know was Rafael had somewhat of the same night. Nothing to do with the bed or the space, but he laid there thinking about you in his spare bed next door.
The week went smoothly, there was a lot of late nights working on the case, which meant a lot of take out. Most nights that week you spent at Rafael’s office waiting for him to finish work because he didn’t want you alone if you never needed to be.
Finally it was Friday afternoon. You had got a message from Rafael to say he would be finishing early and if you could get dropped off at home rather than the office. Sonny was going to drive you back after your shift. You wanted to do something nice for Rafael after him letting you stay. It was going to be like this for a couple of weeks. Liv wanted you to stay at Rafael’s for a little while after the case closed as well, just to make sure it was clear. So you asked Sonny to take you past the grocery store to get some stuff for dinner and some things for the weekend.
“Do you really think Barba is going to be happy with flowers and candles in his apartment?” Sonny was standing next to you in the lift helping you take the bags up.
“Oh well, he will get over it. The candle will with a bit of luck help him relax a little, really if that’s even possible” you both burst out laughing.
It was almost two hours after you had got back that Rafael finally walked in the door. His sense where in over drive as soon as he walked in. The amazing smells hitting his nose, you must have been cooking and there was hints of lavender in the air. He could hear you talking on the phone. He didn’t want to be a snoop but he held back to hear what you were talking about.
“Amanda Rollins, you sure know how to make a lady blush……As if Rafael would have feelings for me, he is just a nice guy……Yeah I know, but it’s just a crush though, it would never happen, I would rather have things the way they are now then get rejected……..I think you need to get some this weekend and stop trying to live through me with something that will never happen……..ok I’ll see you Monday”
Rafael’s stomach flipped, he couldn’t believe what he had just over heard. He took in a deep breath and made his way into the kitchen. You weren’t paying attention cutting up some vegetables quietly singing along to the song that was now coming from your phone. He had never had a lady in his kitchen and it was sight he pretty much fell in love with on the spot.
“Hey Y/N” you jumped at his voice dropping the knife on the bench with a loud clang.
“Oh My God Rafael, you scared me” you tried to slow you’re breathing down and giggling at the same time
“Sorry, you alright?”
“Yeah all good” you smiled at him
You watched as he looked around the kitchen. You had found his Grandmother’s vase and it was filled with different coloured snap dragons and greenery at one end of the bench near the sink and up the other end a candle was lit sending out the scent of lavender.
“I like what you done with the place” he smirked at you.
“Hope you don’t mind”
“No not at all. What’s cooking?” he step closer to the bench and lent over it looking into the oven.
“Oven baked Chicken and mushroom risotto and homemade garlic bread. I’ am just making a salad and I made a cheese cake for dessert” You smile over at him.
“Wow Detective, singer and a cook, who would have thought” you burst out laughing
“I’ am no singer, but I did some cooking classes after I became a Detective. I wanted a hobby other than catching bad guys. And I wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here during all this. And also on the weekend until I can go home, I don’t want you to think you have to baby sit me or anything. If you have anything planned or wanted someone to come over, I can go and stay with Amanda Friday and Saturday nights so you can have some space or if I get to much then I’ll just go to Amanda’s till I can go home.”
“Who do you think would be coming over on weekends?” Rafael half smiled rising one eye brow at you.
“That’s what you take from all that Counselor?” he laughed at you.
“Your fine Detective, I don’t have much a social life, so having you here over the weekend is good company. And you could of just asked if I had a girlfriend, which I don’t just so you know” he winked at you causing you to blush, as he walked into his bedroom to shower and get changed.
When Rafael walked out of his bedroom after showering, with damp hair, in black track pants and a grey tight t shirt, you had to stop yourself from staring. You had never seen him look so causal and if it was possible looked sexier than he did in his three piece suits. Rafael was sitting on the couch watching the news when you placed everything on the table telling him dinner was ready.
Small talk was made and he complimented your cooking more than once.
“I’ll cook tomorrow and Sunday as well if you’re happy for me too” you smiled over at him
“That would be amazing, I could get used to this Y/N”
****
“Do you like board games?”
“I do actually, Cluedo is my favourite. My friends and I used to play drunk Cluedo on our quite weekends” you smiled at Rafael as you finished cutting up the vegetables to put in the oven with the pork chops, Rafael standing at the bench watching you.
“Drunk Cluedo?” Rafael raised his eye brows at you.
“Yeah” you laughed “When you take a guess and it’s wrong, you take a shot”
“Interesting. I do have a Cluedo board and I think I have a new bottle of vodka if you’re up for it?” You nodded at Rafael with a smile.
The dinner table was cleaned up and everything in the dish washer when you both settled at the table with the set up Cluedo board, two shot glasses and a full bottle of vodka.
“So are there any rules I need to know?” Rafael asked as he poured the vodka into the shot glasses
“Not really, just no cheating and a wrong guess is a shot”
“Game on Detective”
“Game on Counselor” you laughed back
Half an hour later, you were bent over in a fit of laughter after Rafael told you a story of his little league days. You were both pretty buzzed after having 4 shots each in a short amount of time. It seemed like you guys where just taking guesses to have shots now. You had finally settled your laughing wiping tears from your eyes when Rafael looked over at you.
“You know, I’ am happy you’re here” He smiled at you
“That’s the shots talking, but thank you for having me”
You reached over and squeezed his hand resting on the table. Rafael placed his other hand on top of yours and lent further onto the top of the table trying to get closer.
“You know, I heard your conversation when I came home yesterday”
“What conve----Oh shit, no.”
You jumped up off your chair pulling your hand out of Rafael’s hand and rushed into the bed room shutting the door behind you.
****
It was early hours of the morning when you woke up busting to pee and needing a drink. You turned the bedside light on, it wasn’t a very bright lamp and it still left most of the room in darkness. It was 3 am, you knew by now Rafael should be asleep so you didn’t need to face him. You slowly opened the door and tip toed to the bathroom and then went to get a glass of water. You sighed to yourself thinking about what had happened that night, embarrassed you weren’t more careful, not sure how you would handle all this in the morning. When you looked at the dining table, the board game was still set up how you left it and the shot glasses still in the places you left them.
As you tip toed back to the bed room looking down at your feet, something caught your eye again and you looked up to see someone standing in your door way, you screamed and dropped your glass smashing it and water going everywhere.
“Are you ok? Y/N it’s just me. Don’t move, there is glass everywhere” Rafael had slippers on, he rushed around you to get a towel and a broom.
“For a Detective you startle so easily” Rafael was sweeping up the glass.
“To many light as a feather stiff as a board nights growing up”
Rafael snorted back at you.
“I’ am going to have to vacuum, don’t move” Before you knew it, Rafael had swept you up bridal style, walked you into his room and sat you on his bed.
“My room is that way Rafael”
“We need to talk when I’ am done”
“What? It’s 3am”
“We are both awake now” he scoffed at you as you crossed your arms in front of yourself.
Rafael finally came back in after cleaning up the mess. You were still sitting on his bed and he stood in the door way looking over at you.
‘Why did you react like that earlier?”
“Wow, straight to the point” you shot back at him, causing him to frown at you.
“Well yeah, we are adults aren’t we?” you rolled your eyes at him “Why didn’t you talk to me about how you felt?”
“Talk to you? -Talk to you about my little girlish crush that you would laugh at and tell all your big ADA buddies that the littlest SVU Detective has a crush on you. Yeah right” you shot back.
“Come on Y/N, I’ am not like that. Why would you think I would reject you?”
You looked down and didn’t say anything. Rafael walked slowly towards you and knelt down in front of you placing a hand on either side of you on the bed. He titled his head down and to the side, so he could look you directly in the eyes.
“You wouldn’t have rejected me?” you said just over a whisper.
“Of course not. I feel the same”
“Since when?” a small smile came to your face. Rafael got up off his knees and sat next to you on the bed.
“The night we all went out for Thanks Giving weekend. You looked stunning in that navy dress. I remember looking over at you laughing at something I said that no one else thought was funny. That’s when I knew. But I didn’t think you felt the same, till I walked in and heard you on the phone to Rollins”
“Rafael that was my third week. I have been here for 8 months”
“I know, and I wasted all that time” he grabbed your hand and held it in his.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I have liked you since my third day, when you walked into the squad room in that ridiculous cream two piece suit and brown tie with the warrant I had to fight you on my first day” he laughed at you and kissed the back of your hand. “I’ am sorry I reacted the way I did, I was just embarrassed that you over heard me”
Rafael reached up with his free hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. He lightly let his fingers run down the side of your cheek, across your jaw line, stopping at your lips. He cupped your face and ran his thumb over your bottom lip and looked into your eyes.
“I think we need to make up for lost time, don’t you?” he said with a wink.
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I know his birthday was a couple days ago but my brain doesn't work that well and I'm always early for everything else, I can be late for this.
Here's something to read that's probably not great and wordy and rambly and really only relevant to my own interests. I had to hammer this out because I just had to and it took longer than I expected because I can't shut the fuck up. Read it if you feel like it or don't, I'll still love you either way.
Using real names so don't keep going if that bothers you. I didn't post the picture but I make a reference to that one pic of him at Medieval Times, you know the one, at least I hope you do. Enjoy.
Idk, I just like picturing every single birthday Dustin and Jim have spent together since they became friends. Sue me. I have too much time on my hands and like to think about their relationship so I have to get this out. Here. Take it.
It's early in their friendship, a few years in. They're in Philly for a show and Dustin knows it's almost Jim's birthday, he's aware it's coming up but he forgot what day it fell on and that it was so soon until Jim brings it up. He's never super sober or super clear on what day of the week it is, that's just how he lives. If anyone has a problem with it that's on them. Jim never seems to take issue with it though. Maybe that's why their friends?
It's the Friday before his birthday. They're hanging out at Dustin's place before heading to the show and Jim reminds Dustin when his birthday is. "Tuesday? Your fucking birthday is on a Tuesday this year? Gross. Jim Day on a Tuesday. Lame."
Jim laughs a little, the soft laugh he always gives Dustin when he's being a certain kind of ridiculous or obnoxious, like he can't believe he's saying what he's saying. "You know I don't get to pick what day my birthday falls on, right? Tell me you know that. I need to hear you say you know that."
"I mean, yuck. What's there to do on a Tuesday?"
"I dunno. I don't really have any plans this year." Truth be told Jim's not all that concerned with how he's going to spend his actual birthday. Perhaps he'll do something with friends or family back in Jersey? Maybe he won't. It's not a big, special, milestone birthday or anything. No reason to go all out.
Dustin absolutely, positively will not shut up about it. No matter how many times Jim grunts or rolls his eyes Dustin just keeps talking and babbling about how it's a crime for someone's birthday to fall on a Tuesday. Jim's on the verge of asking Dustin exactly what is wrong with Tuesdays anyway when Dustin pauses to look right at him. "We should just start now."
"Huh?"
"Today."
"Today?"
"Yeah. Like, spend the whole weekend partying. Today is your birthday. Tomorrow is your birthday. Keep the Jim Day train on the tracks through Sunday, Monday, your actual birthday. You said you didn't have plans, right? Just stay. You'll stay and it'll be like...like one long birthday instead of a fucking boring ass birthday on a Tuesday of all days. Yeah, you'll stay and...and you'll stay and we'll find things to do every day. So, you'll stay." It's never a question. It's already been decided that Jim's going to agree. Dustin never sounds uncertain, says it with such confidence. He's not fearful even for one second Jim might say he isn't down.
Dustin wants him to stay so Jim does. Sure, he's got things he could be doing at home, was planning on staying maybe through Saturday and heading back Sunday morning, Sunday evening at the latest but he could stay. Yeah, he will stay. Dustin wants him to stay so he's staying.
Work will go on without him. He'll call his family and tell them something came up. If his parents or siblings are upset they can find a way to celebrate his birthday once he's home and recovered from what's bound to be a bender if he knows anything at all about Dustin. Dustin wants him to stay. He'll stay.
Man, go home where he's made no plans, where there's no party, and most of all no Dustin or have the time of his life all weekend with one of his best friends? Wow, that's a hard choice. Dustin really seems to want him to stay so he's staying.
Friday night they head to the nearest bar after the show is over, close down the damn thing and stay up laughing and talking on Dustin's couch for three hours once they get back. They're not even paying attention to the time, neither one cares. Drinking and partying with all their wrestling friends was fun but at the end of the night it's nice that it's just the two of them. It's nice.
The next morning is a bit rough. Ok, they aren't conscious until afternoon but 2pm counts as morning when it's Dustin and Jim you're talking about. Saturday-it's Saturday, right?-is pretty much the same only the drinking begins much earlier, like pretty much as soon as they're both showered and get some food in their stomachs. Day drinking is a lot of fun, so much fun that a short nap is necessary before they head out to meet their friends again. Actually, they kind of passed out together on the couch watching tv, it was completely unintentional and unplanned. They probably would have slept the rest of the day away if not for Dustin being startled awake by Jim's loud snoring. "Thank god we don't live together." Dustin thinks for a moment while watching Jim sleep. Well, maybe that wouldn't be all bad. Whatever, can't think about it too long, they have to get up.
Saturday night is even wilder than Friday night. They drink too much. Way too much. They're tanked. Bombed. Blitzed. Completely fucked. Dustin kept buying them shots and when their bar tab got a little too high he simply shifted to telling everyone who would listen it was Jim's birthday, coaxed a bunch of other drunks into buying them more shots.
Sunday is the worst. They're suffering when they finally roll out of bed and off the couch for good and both agree easily, immediately they should take it easy today. There's a shitty, cheap diner close to Dustin's place so they stop there to eat dinner, share a huge plate of greasy diner food that Dustin pays for. Friends keep asking if they're coming to the bar again but both of them are in rocky shape from the night before. They sit Sunday night out, convalesce on Dustin's couch quietly, chug water and make small talk while they recover.
Monday evening Dustin takes Jim to Medieval Times because the little guy has talked about it so many times since they first met, drops hints constantly about how he wants to go-not this weekend but Dustin remembers him mentioning it-so Dustin figures now would be good. It's the little hunk's birthday after all.
On the drive there they swear they're going to take it easy, agree to have a couple glasses of wine with dinner and call it good. What a crock of shit. After cracking open their third bottle of the night Jim insists he's going to sit on that throne because he'll look badass so Dustin follows. He follows his little drunk blond friend everywhere, why wouldn't he? Gotta keep tabs on him, make sure he's safe, keep eyes on him. Jim doesn't ask but Dustin takes several pictures of him on that throne, laughs the entire time because Jim is hilarious and fun and cute, really fucking cute, especially with almost two bottles of wine in him.
"Ooh. C'mon." Jim grabs Dustin's wrist so fast he damn near drops his phone, leads him towards the photo booth in the lobby. The little shit is lucky Dustin has some cash on him, Dustin can tell from the look on his face he isn't going to take no for an answer. Jim shoves Dustin in first and almost crashes down on his lap, drunk on wine and apparently really fucking excited about them taking pictures together.
The booth is tiny. The seat is narrow. Jim's a compact little guy but Dustin's certainly not. To say they're crammed in there would be an understatement but they manage. Dustin forgets to look where he's supposed to look, far too preoccupied with staring at the little blond planted on his lap. "King for a day." Jim laughs, flashes Dustin a huge, vibrant smile as he points to the novelty crown on his head.
Maybe Dustin's going soft? Maybe he had more wine than he thought? Maybe they've spent a little too much time together the last few days? Maybe. Maybe not. All Dustin knows is it's easier for him to blame the urge to kiss Jim right in this photo booth on one of those things instead of being honest with himself and admitting he has feelings for the guy.
"Maybe Jim shouldn't have such pretty pink lips if I can't kiss him." Definitely can't say that out loud. Hold on. Rewind. Go back to the beginning. Jim's drunk and smiling and the booth is still snapping pictures of them. "Say something that doesn't involve his lips, you moron!"
Easier said than done. Dustin's brain makes it sound so simple. The truth is it's really difficult, borderline impossible to stop thinking about his pretty mouth. Jim's still looking at him so Dustin smiles back, reaches over and brushes his fingertips across Jim's cheek. "You're always a king to me, baby." Why the fuck did he say that? He would have been better off just kissing Jim. Jim just laughs, a huge, easy laugh that goes on until the little voice in the booth tells them to wait outside for their pictures to process. Jim climbs off his lap and the moment is over, gone, finished just as quickly as it came. Oh well. Maybe next time. It's not like Dustin's going to forget he wants to kiss him anytime soon.
They're so drunk at the conclusion of their night at Medieval Times they need to leave Dustin's car there and catch a cab home. Whatever. He'll have someone drive him back so he can pick it up in the morning. They had fun. No harm done. A friend gives them both a lift to pick up Dustin's shitty old car and they're already out so they kick off Tuesday by going out for brunch. It's a lot pricier than the greasy spoon diner by Dustin's place and they'll both be broke by the time they're done celebrating but that doesn't really matter does it? Birthdays only come once a year and today is literally Jim's birthday. It's Jim day.
They're full of delicious food by the time they're through and stop at a liquor store to buy supplies for mimosas to drink at home because they both agreed it'd be the cheaper route. They're not trying to get hammered, just sip throughout the day and maintain a nice buzz until it's time to head to the bar. It's Tuesday. Fuck, when did they start this again? Who cares. It's Tuesday. It's Jim Day. It's not until almost midnight on Tuesday that Dustin realizes neither one of them has bothered to talk to a single girl all weekend. Huh. Weird.
Shortly after midnight they toast with a couple shots of whiskey. They call it a night before last call and pick up the most unhealthy food they can find on the way back to Dustin's place, devour it while relaxing on his couch. That's where they fall asleep too, Jim slumped over in a heap on Dustin's shoulder, Dustin simply smiling before putting an arm around the little guy and drifting off shortly after.
Wednesday is pretty chill. Jim's actual birthday has passed and they've been going pretty hard for the last few days. Dustin's suggestion to hit up the grocery store and make dinner at his place is half because they're almost broke and half because they're both sorta worn out. Jim agrees, seems happy about it if Dustin's being honest and that's a relief. He's not much of a cook but for Jim he'll make an exception. It is his birthday, or was his birthday. It may never end, may never stop being his birthday.
They leave the dirty dishes in the sink and waste the rest of the night playing video games, stay up damn near long enough to see the sunrise before they remember it'd be a good idea to get some sleep. It's strange watching Jim curl up on the couch that final time. Dustin knows he's got to go home at some point. The guy doesn't live in Philly, doesn't live here. He's got a life to go back to. He can't just spend all his time hanging out, that's ridiculous. Dustin knows it's completely, utterly ridiculous but he wants Jim to stay. He can't stay.
When they finally wake up on Thursday Dustin is oddly nervous, uneasy. They've never spent such a long stretch together, this is easily the most he's seen of Jim, the most time they've shared since they became friends. It's difficult to admit to himself but Dustin liked it. He liked having Jim around. He liked what he saw. Yeah, they were already friends, best friends but it seems different now and Dustin isn't sure what to do with that knowledge, that feeling.
Time for Jim to leave comes quickly. Before Dustin's had an opportunity to process everything that transpired from the time Jim got to his place Friday afternoon to now Jim's ready to make the trip home. It sucks. There's got to be another excuse, another reason to ask Jim to stay, right? No. He can't do that. He won't do that. Jim can't stay. His birthday has passed. Back to normal, regular life. He'll see Jim in a couple weeks for the next show anyway. He can't stay.
Dustin's not expecting Jim to hug him goodbye. Normal people, friends hug goodbye all the time, he's not sure why it comes as a surprise when Jim's hands are on the back of his neck and the little guy is mumbling something about how much fun he had, thanking Dustin. "You're welcome. Happy birthday." Dustin barely manages to say. Fuck, he's such an idiot. He's not even hugging Jim back. He really should do that.
He does hug Jim back after a few awkward moments, squeezes him a bit too tight judging by that little noise Jim just made. Why else would he make a sound like that? Dustin eases up, lets go of his waist and looks down at his little blond friend. Yeah, this sucks. What, like he's supposed to spend almost six full days with a guy like Jim and not be bothered when it's time for him to leave? He can't stay.
He can't stay but Dustin's not about to let Jim escape without joking around with him one last time. "So, same thing next year? Holy shit, your birthday is gonna fall on a Wednesday next year! Lame. A birthday on a Wednesday is even worse than one on a Tuesday. Gross, dude."
"Shut up. Your birthday rolls around first, remember? Let's plan for that first."
"Deal."
#I swear this was supposed to be short#I just think they're neat#I'm going back into my hole now don't look at me
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Her Heavy Cross
Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 3.8k
Warnings: swearing, smut, masturbation
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
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Part 17
We got back to Liam's a couple of hours later. I felt exhausted by the time we got back. Finding the right shoes had been a nightmare. I have wide feet and struggled to find something I didn't feel like I was spilling out of.
In a surreal moment, I had found myself debating on whether I should get the Blahnik's or Louboutin's. The prices were unreal, and considering the most expensive shoes I had before those were my Dr Marten's Made in England 1460s, I was out of my depth.
This shop assistant in the shoe department was amazing. He said to go for the Louboutin's because "every woman should have at least one pair in her collection." He made me laugh and was helpful, so despite my misgivings on spending even more on the shoes than the dress, I got them.
The bag had been an easy purchase after that. I got a silver glitter Jimmie Choo clutch. It was half the shoes' price and felt like a bargain.
I hung my dress up, put my shoes and bag in Liam's dressing room and went downstairs to eat lunch with Liam.
"Thank you so much for today. I feel a bit better about the whole thing now that I know what I'm going to wear. One less thing to worry about," I said after we had eaten and packed up. I put my arms around Liam's neck and kissed him.
"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You looked so beautiful in that dress." He kissed me back. "Do you want me to get Ryan to organise an alteration?"
I scoffed, "No, he's probably got enough to do taking care of your shit." I winked. "I can do that tomorrow. I'll also get Jen to do my hair and makeup."
"Riza's wife?" Liam asked.
"Yeah, she does hair and makeup for weddings and formals, so she knows what she's doing."
"Tell her to bring Riza when she comes here, and I can meet them both."
"I'm getting ready here?"
"Yeah, I thought you would. Otherwise, you'll have to get from your place to here all dressed up. And you'll have Perrin with you."
He had a point. "Ok, so next week I'm staying at your place from Thursday until Sunday? Then going to David's and what? Will you stay at mine on Sunday night? Then you come back here on Monday?" Oh, this was complicated.
"Yeah," Liam said like it was no big deal. When you live half your life out of a suitcase, things like that aren't a big deal. Liam looked at his watch. "When do you have to leave?"
"I've got to be at Dave's in a few hours."
"That's just enough time."
"For what?" I asked.
The only warning I got was Liam's bloody twitchy lip. My eyes went wide, and he hoisted over his shoulder again. "For me to have my way with you."
He ran up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom with me giggling at his feat of strength and fitness. I was let down gently on my feet.
I expected Liam to rush me, but he didn't. He brushed my hair from my face as he looked at me with a gentle smile. He seemed so sweet and open that I couldn't help but smile back. I held his hand to my cheek, relishing its warmth, then kissed his palm.
Liam expelled a breath with a short laugh, and his smile grew larger. "I got you another present," he said. "I was going to give it to you on Thursday, but," he rubbed my earlobe, "I can't wait."
"You're very impatient."
Liam nodded. "Wait here." He went to his dressing room and returned with a small jewellery box. Real small. Ring sized small.
I took a step back. I felt cold, sick and my guts churned. Surely, he wasn't that stupid.
Liam looked at me, confused. "Lana, are you ok? You've gone white." I didn't look at him. All I could look at was that little black box. I shook my head.
Liam followed my gaze and must have finally realised why I was looking so sick because he chuckled and said, "it's not what it looks like, Lana." I looked at him, and his eyes twinkled in amusement.
I felt the colour return to my face and covered my face in my hands. "Thank God." I felt a little sheepish.
Still grinning, Liam pulled his hands away from my face and said, "one day, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it will be. Today, however, it's earrings." He opened the box, and inside were two perfect white pearls below a black onyx and diamond setting. They were beautiful. "I know you were joking when you said you needed matching earrings." He shrugged, "I couldn't help myself."
"You got these today? When?"
"I have a confession." Liam's smile was mischievous. "I didn't have to buy a shirt."
I shook my head at Liam, grinning, "you cheeky bastard." I got on my toes and kissed Liam on the cheek. "Thank-you. They are beautiful."
"Will you wear them now?" I nodded and started to take my earrings out. "Let me," Liam said.
Sweeping my hair away from my ear, Liam took my small gold hoops out and put his gift in my ears. He smiled a brilliant smile, revealing just a hint of his teeth. "Perfect," he said, leaning down to kiss me all too briefly. "Go look in the mirror, tell me what you think."
I looked in the mirror in the dressing room, and they were perfect. I played with the earrings. They had such a beautiful yet simple elegance to the design. I felt silly wearing them in my jeans and Joy Division t-shirt.
Going back to Liam, I hugged him again. "Thank-you." I looked into his eyes, so blue and open, and I felt my own tearing up. "You've made me feel special today."
I don't know why I cried. I just knew I felt a warmth in my body, my stomach quivered, and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I was confused by my feelings. They made me ache, they made me scared, but I also felt happy and safe.
Liam cupped my face with his hands. "Lana, you make me feel that way every day." Using his thumbs, he wiped my tears away.
My next words took us both by surprise. "Make love to me, please?" I didn't mean to say it. The words just fell out as I was swept up in the moment. But it was what I wanted. I wanted to feel love from him, have him hold me again like he had yesterday morning, have him break through my defences, help me tear them down. But more important than what I wanted was what I wanted to give. I wanted to hold him, kiss and caress him, show him how I felt about him.
Liam's face took on a series of changes, moving rapidly from one to another. First, his eyes widened, then he smiled, then his eyes hooded. Finally, he nodded and licked his lips. He leaned down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Tenderly, he kissed me, each kiss feathery and light. The ache between my legs was sudden and intense. I kissed him back, matching his mood.
I held Liams head while I got on my toes and kissed his neck. He let out a short groan as I trailed my kisses to his throat. He threw his head back, exposing his whole neck. His hand went to my head, holding me to him. I kissed under his jaw, and his stubble felt sharp on my lips and tongue. I moved down his throat, over his Adam's apple and into the shallow hollow at the base of his neck. Liam ran his fingers through my hair as I went.
I put my hands under his shirt and lifted it, pulling it off with Liam's help. His bare chest made my breath catch, and I reached out to touch him, pausing just short as I had the first night I met him. I smiled at the memory and looked at Liam as I let my fingers sink into his furry chest, his curly hair enveloping them as they did. For a moment, I just let myself feel his warmth through my fingers.
Sliding my arms around his waist, I kissed Liam's shoulder. I felt Liam's hands on my hips, but he let me kiss at his chest as I liked, not hindering me at all, not hurrying me, letting me take my time, allowing me to take control. I travelled across his chest with my hands, mouth and tongue, heat spreading throughout my body as I went. Liam's breath was shallow and rapid as I kissed him. I savoured his smell, texture and taste, hoping to hold onto this moment until I saw him again.
Wanting to feel Liam's skin against my own, I took my shirt and bra off. I embraced Liam as he slid his arms around me, his hands feeling their way up my back. I put a hand to his head and lead his lips to mine. I kissed him slowly, leisurely, enjoying his soft lips while I licked and sucked.
I brought my hips close to Liam's, and we both gasped as we touched.
"Lana," Liam pleaded, rolling his hips into mine, his movements slow and deliberate. "Please, Lana. I need you."
Kissing Liam again, I reached for his pants, undoing his belt. He grabbed for mine, and we undressed each other. Our kisses continued, neither of us wanting to break away. Liam kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants. I tried to take mine off, but bloody skinny jeans and Doc's are not easy to kick off.
Liam chuckled when he saw my difficulties. My face warmed. He kissed me as he put his hands under my bottom and lifted me, carrying me the few steps to his bed and sat me on the edge. He got down on his knees and undid my laces, and took my boots and socks off. He pulled my pants and underwear off. To complete the replay of our first night, he held my ankles in his hands before he ran his fingers up my legs, making my skin break out in gooseflesh and my spine shiver.
Smiling at my response, Liam covered his body with mine, and I wrapped my legs around him. Slipping an arm under my waist, he lifted me off the bed and moved me up until my head lay on the pillows. Liam held his weight above me, his powerful arms out outstretched next to my head. He looked so beautiful above me, muscles taut, skin lightly tanned, his face sincere and genuine.
Liam let his body rest on mine, his arms sliding around my shoulders. He let some of his weight onto me, asking, "I'm not too heavy, am I?" I shook my head and nuzzled into his shoulder, sliding my hands under his arms to pull him closer.
Liam made a slight noise of discomfort and rearranged himself before holding me again. I moved my hips and felt myself effortlessly slide against him. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his sex rub against my folds and my point of pleasure. Flares of heat came with each passing, and my mouth sought him, needing his lips, his tongue like I needed air. He kissed me back, and I felt the same need from him, the same desire, the same hunger.
Moving his hips, Liam positioned himself to enter me. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes searching for confirmation. I nodded, and he watched my face as he slowly entered me, stretching me, filling me.
It felt like I was whole for the first time in years.
Holding himself still, Liam asked, "are you ok?". Not trusting my voice, I nodded. It didn't help, and the tears came anyway. Liam went to pull out, but I held him with my legs, locking my ankles together.
"Please, don't." My voice was a whisper. Putting a hand to his cheek, I kissed him, my lips firm and my tongue needy. He kissed me back a moment but then stopped and looked at me again.
"But you're crying." He said.
"I'm happy, you idiot," I said softly, smiling at him through my tears.
Liam let out a short laugh. He kissed me again and said, "me too, Lana." He held me tight against him.
We moved with each other, our bodies rocking slowly together. We sometimes kissed, we sometimes just closed our eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Mostly we looked at each other, small smiles on our lips.
"I'm close, Lana," Liam whispered to me.
I smiled at him and nodded. His gentle thrusts became harder now, and I looked into his eyes, watching his expressions change until he called my name, and I felt him release into me.
He let his head fall into the crook of my neck, his deep breaths tickling me. I stroked his hair and caressed his back. We stayed like that, holding each other. It seemed neither of us wanted this moment to end.
I felt Liam's whole weight fall on me as I heard soft snores start in my ear. I chuckled to myself, the poor guy was all tuckered out. I looked over at the bedside clock. I had a bit more time before having to leave, so I stayed holding him until his breaths where long and he had fallen deep into sleep.
I waited until the last possible second before I wriggled out from under Liam and went to have a quick shower. Liam had let me out from under him in his sleep and rolled over. I didn't want to wake him, so I showered upstairs instead of in his ensuite.
I dressed quietly, got my stuff together, went over to Liam, and kissed him on his forehead. He had hummed and tried to grab hold of me in his sleep, but I stepped away, and he relaxed back into sleep.
On the way out, I patted Cole and said goodbye. Cole, being a gentleman, walked me to the garage.
Perrin was happy to see me when I got to Dave's. He dawdled over to me and gave me some licks. It seemed like the kids had worn him out.
The kids weren't tired, though, and begged me to play on the trampoline with them. I rolled my eyes and said to Perrin, "I feel your pain."
Dave, the smart-arse, said to the kids, "I think your Aunty Lana had a big weekend, guys." Smirking, he continued, "she's probably had a lot of exercise."
"You're a dickhead." I said back to him.
The kids giggled their heads off, laughing that "Aunty Lany said a bad word!" I made my eyes go wide and smacked myself on the hand. They laughed and went to play, pulling Perrin along with him.
I said hi to Lucy, who was grinning like a crazy woman but trying hard not to. I laughed at her, blushing furiously. "Stop it," I told her. She just shook her head.
"Come on! Why didn't you tell us? Is he as nice in real life as he seems? Oh God, is he as hot? What's he like?" Lucy gushed.
"Oi," Dave said to her. "Ease up." Lucy just laughed and brushed him off.
"Yeah, he is as nice, really sweet. Funny, exciting and yes, very hot." We giggled.
"Awww," Lucy sighed. "Lana, I'm happy for you. I didn't even know you were dating again."
"Well, yeah, I only started a few months ago. Liam's the only one I had any real interest in."
"How'd you meet him?" Lucy asked. Dave nodded, also wanting to know.
I told them about the Will/Liam thing. They didn't seem to think it was as big a deal as I had thought, but I guess they weren't the ones who went through it. I told them a bit about what happened when we meet, how we had spent the last two weekends together. I left out all the gory details. I also told them about the plan for this week, the premiere, and asking Liam if he wanted to spend Easter Sunday with us.
Lucy squealed and jumped up and down. Dave rolled his eyes at her and agreed it would be good to meet him.
"You know Mum will be there, right?" Dave said.
"Yeah, I know." I scoffed. "Maybe Liam will be the guy to meet her expectations finally."
Dave laughed at that, "Yeah, well, he's got money, so she should be happy about that. He's not a CEO, though, so you still might be in trouble." He was probably right.
My phone rang then, and it was Liam. I must have had a massive smile on my face because Lucy made an "ooooh" noise at me. I hushed her and went outside.
"Hey," I said, my voice was already breathy.
"Hi, Sweetheart," Liam sounded a bit groggy.
"Did you just wake up?"
"Hmm, yes. Sorry. You should have woken me up. I didn't get to say goodbye." He sounded like he was pouting.
"Yeah, I know. But you just looked so sweet laying there, snoring like a chainsaw."
"I do not snore like a chainsaw." He paused, "do I?"
I laughed, "No. You do snore, but it's pretty soft."
He laughed. Then he asked, "are you at your brother's house?"
"Yeah."
"I will let you get back to it then. Call me later tonight?"
"Yeah, I will." I paused, building up the courage to say what I wanted to say, but Liam beat me to it.
"Thank you, Lana."
"For what?"
"For forgiving my bullshit and for pushing you. For letting me get close to you. For letting me be with you. For trying to fit into my world when I know it scares you. For being you. For everything."
For once, I didn't feel like I had to make a joke or change the subject. But I also didn't know what to say. "Thank-you." It was all I had.
"Call me tonight, Sweetheart?" Liam asked again.
I agreed, then hung up.
After dinner, Perrin and I went home. I didn't feel like staying later. The kids were disappointed, but I was tired. I knew it would be a big week, and I wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.
I called Riza on the way home, and we talked a bit about the weekend. She told me a bit about her work and her arsehole boss. I asked her if I could speak to Jen for a minute.
"Sure, but why?"
"Well," I said dramatically. "I'm going to a premiere on Thursday evening, and I need someone to do my hair and make-up."
"Jen, get over here!" Riza yelled, and her voice was so loud through my car speakers that Perrin barked.
"Christ, Riz."
She laughed and said, sorry. Before she handed me to Jen, she said, "Thanks Lana, she will be so happy."
"Why will I be happy?" Jen asked. I told her, and she was quiet a minute. "Really, Lana?"
"Yeah, who else would I get to do it?"
"Can I put it on Instagram? Like a picture of you two all ready?"
I knew she would ask that. She did it for most of her clients. "Yeah, but don't mention anything about it before then. Just after I'm ready, you can put a picture up. I don't know if Liam will want to be mentioned or have a picture, but I'm happy for you to ask him."
"Oh, Lana, thank you! This could boost my business."
"I know, that's why I'm ok with it. I mean, there's going to be photos out there of me anyway, so I hope it will help you get some more work."
Jen and I talked about what I was wearing and how I wanted my hair. I told her I had no idea, so she got all excited and said she knew exactly what to do. Before I hung up, I gave Jen the address and time and told her Liam asked if Riza could come because he wanted to meet her.
"Wow, Lana. You guys are serious, huh?"
"Yeah, Jen, I think we are." We hung up not long after that.
Later that night, I called Liam, and I told him I'd sorted Jen to come over and told Dave he would come for Easter.
He seemed pleased, and we talked a bit about Riza and Jen before I told Liam I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about being at school tomorrow and seeing the parents. Then I started thinking about Thursday and what Myra and the others would think of me. What it would be like to do that walk down the red carpet. I know a lot of the press will just want photos of Liam, so I'll have to stand there looking like an idiot while he poses. But worse will be when I have to stand with him. I could just imagine pictures of us, Liam looking dashing and me looking like a deer in headlights.
I started Googling how to pose on the red carpeting even got out of bed and tried a few before feeling like a total dag and getting back into bed. I wanted to back out. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't believe I had said yes to it. But I remembered Liam's face when I said I would go, and I knew that's why I had said yes.
I thought about how sweet Liam had been to me all day, how beautiful he had made me feel, how he had tried to make the whole thing easier, how he had kissed me and held me. How he had whispered my name as we made love.
I felt the heat between my legs grow. I tossed and turned a bit, trying to make it go away. I felt hot, so I took my pyjamas off. I tossed and turned some more. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't.
I went to my draw and got out my rabbit-style vibrator. I touched myself, and I was ready for it. I closed my eyes as I slipped it inside. I thought about Liam as I did. He was thicker than my slim vibrator but just as long. I positioned its ear against my clit and put it to the setting and speed I liked.
I held it there. I thought of Liam's gravelly voice in my ear and could almost feel his breath on my neck. I let my free hand wander over my body, remembering watching as Liam touched me. I thought of how he looked at me sometimes with a small smile, his eyes dancing with amusement as his lip twitched.
As I got closer to the edge, I thought about earlier that day, the way he held me, how gentle and tender he was. I remembered how it felt as I kissed his chest and his hairs tickled my nose. I remembered his smell, earthy and masculine, like the bush after it rained. I fell over the edge when I remembered how he had called my name as he orgasmed, my own rippling through me in waves as his voice rang in my ears.
Not long after that, I finally fell asleep.
Part 18
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Ruffled Feathers (nsfw) | MLQC Victor
Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice
Pairing: Victor/Reader
Rating: 18+
Word count: 5900
Summary: You’re aware that you're dating a man who doesn't lose his cool easily; it's a trait you've come to appreciate about him. However, that doesn't stop you from trying to ruffle his feathers every chance you get. What happens when your latest attempt at poking does wake the bear?
a/n: *looks at all my WIPs* ok time to write another Victor thirstfic!! I actually dreamt of the smut part and had a tough time writing everything that comes before lol. I'm gonna have to come back and edit this properly
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Tags/Warnings: explicit content and explicit dialogue, PWP, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), spanking, somewhat rough and dom Victor, MC pushing buttons
Thursday
The soft pitter-patter of rain falls across the courtyard, bringing the hint of a chill with it.
You run through the hallways, cursing your lack of foresight; you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Victor and Goldman are dropping in on the set, and you want to be the one to welcome them. After all, it's not every day that your boyfriend finds the time to come meet you. You try to calm the rapid fluttering in your stomach–you're going to leave for a work trip in the morning, and you're going to be tied up on set until late in the night. He's just trying to get a little more time with you, just as you requested.
As a set of all too familiar shoulders come into view, you fight the urge to speed up and slow to a walk instead, unable to help the widening of your smile as you meet his eyes. His severe expression softens minutely, his mouth perking up as he meets you halfway, a strange tension buzzing between you both as you waver between options, each more formal than the previous. Throwing yourself into his arms like you want to is out of the question; there's no need to add fuel to the fire. You know people are curious about the nature of your relationship, and whether or not it goes beyond professional.
You settle for beaming up at him, waving at Goldman when he pops out from behind him. "I'm glad to see you both!" You're also grateful when Goldman takes Victor's umbrella and hurries ahead, under the pretence of wanting to inform the director of their arrival himself. He leaves you both smiling at each other as you follow at a much slower pace.
"How are you?" he asks quietly. His expressions slips into something fonder as you sigh loudly.
"Tired. Hungry. Borderline homicidal," you answer honestly. "What about you?"
"It was a smooth day. I brought you some food, I thought we could eat together."
Once again, you fight the urge to hug him. Instead, with a quick glance around, you reach out and take his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. His hand is warm under your touch, and you wish you could just wrap yourself around him and bask in his warmth. The way his shirt stretches over his chest doesn’t help matters in the slightest, and you wonder if he’d left the jacket behind on purpose.
"That would be lovely, Victor." You pause when you realize there's a sudden stillness in the air, one you're more than familiar with. Fingers curve around your jaw and with your heart kicking into gear, you look up in time to see him leaning in, slotting your lips together firmly. As his arm slides around your waist, affection morphs into a hot liquid that pools in your abdomen. With the rain frozen still behind you, you press up against him, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your hands coming to rest over his chest. It's relief, it's like putting warm socks on after a shower, and you just want to sink into him. The want that has been creeping around in your body finally settles down.
A sound of a complaint leaves your lips when he pulls away, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. "Now, how about you show me around?"
After that kiss, all you really want to do is find an empty room. But it also reminds you of what you've been toying with in your head all day, so you agree with a smile only slightly dazed. Victor smiles back, unaware of the devious ideas you've been playing with, and takes a small step away. Well, it can't be helped. You won't get to be alone with Victor for another week, and chances like this one are too rare to pass up.
With a kernel of regret in your heart, you lead your oblivious boyfriend further into the building.
Monday
All chatter in the room ceases as he walks in, some of the occupants scurrying out of the room and some greeting him meekly. You watch quietly as Goldman leaves your side and hurries to his, informing him of all the meetings scheduled for the day.
You watch, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, and wait. Your patience is rewarded when he glances your way: the slightest of pauses in his stride, a twitch of his mouth, the softening of his eyes. It's taken a considerable amount of time for you to become familiar with the minute changes in his expression; it took a lot of testing, a lot of risks, and you hoard this knowledge jealously. He says something to Goldman while still looking at you before he walks through the doors to his office.
Goldman relaxes slightly and walks back over to sit at his desk. "You've got fifteen minutes. He's such a generous man, isn't he? You're a lucky girl!"
'Or he knows I didn't get enough sleep last night and need this cup.' Goldman eyes the little smile on your face suspiciously. "Actually, never mind."
"Well, actually, Goldman," you begin with a sweet smile. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
"No."
"You don't even know what it is."
"With the kind of face you're making? I don't want to know."
"Oh, c'mon! It's just a little favour. And it's for Victor too!" you cajole softly, and he slumps slightly. "I just wanted to know his schedule for Thursday."
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" he asks confusedly, adjusting his glasses nervously.
You roll your eyes. "Then it wouldn't be much of a surprise would it?"
"Hmm. And it's something he'll like?" You feel a stab of guilt at how sincere he looks, but it's not like you're planning something terrible. It's just something new, that's all.
"Oh, trust me. He'll like it," you say, unable to help the little smirk that curls along your mouth. You're not sure what Goldman interprets from that, because he looks a little nauseous.
"Right. I regret asking," he sighs. "Well, he's got a few calls and meetings scheduled in the morning, but he does have some time after 5."
"Perfect."
Thursday
And so, having ensured you have some space to yourself, you invited Victor for a short visit to the set. You're filming a fantasy show here, and tomorrow you'll be off to visit other potential shoot locations. You weren't expecting Goldman to tag along, but you figure he's more or less part of the gang now, and knows better than to interrupt your time with his boss–mostly because he would rather not know what you're doing. You've done most of your work, and with Anna stopping by, you're not exactly required to stick around to supervise. With a quick meal, you begin the tour.
You're careful as you lead Victor to different parts of the building. It's an older building on the outskirts of the city, and the lighting leaves much to be desired. But the stonework is beautiful, as are the paintings hanging in the halls. You can't tell if the house had actual floorplans because the rooms and staircases seem to have been constructed at random places. You pass by the windows, admiring the plants in the courtyard that are bright in the soft rain, and as you walk to a quieter part of the building, you reach for his hand, curling your fingers around his firmly. Stepping into your favourite part of this odd little mansion, you show him the room you stop by every time you feel the urge to cry or rage.
There are mirrors of various shapes and sizes on all four walls, and the first time you had come in here you had been so dizzy you'd nearly missed a window in the corner. You had dragged an armchair in here, positioning it in front of the window that had its own private little view of the courtyard. As you declare the room as your spot, an excited skip in your step, Victor eyes you speculatively.
"You sounded a little haggard when we spoke yesterday," he begins, glancing at the door as you step closer and wrap your arms around him. "Yet, you seem almost cheerful now."
"Ah, well," you laugh nervously, a sliver of triumph slithering through you. You turn your head until you can see your reflection in few of the mirrors, the way Victor’s hand slips down to cup your ass before he seems to catch himself and bring it back to safer territory. "Yesterday was pretty rough. But, well. I have my ways of cheering myself up."
"Pancakes?"
'Well, that too.' You smile into his shirt, inhaling the subtle tones of his cologne. The familiar scent relaxes something in you, nearly making regret your plans of breaking this peaceful atmosphere. "Not quite."
He doesn't respond, merely waiting for you to come out with it. Your pulse quickens as you peer up at him sheepishly, hoping the expression isn't too exaggerated. "Well, I was so tense, you know. I needed something to take the edge off. So...you remember that voice note you once sent me?"
You wait for it to click, and you know the exact moment it does, the slight parting of his lips giving him away. "Yes."
"It helped me take care of things."
"Take care of things," he repeats, his hands flexing where they rest on your back.
"Uh, yeah. It's quite effective, I really have to thank you for that! Never fails to bring me to-"
"How often do you...use it?" he cuts you off, hands tightening their grip on you. You blink at his strained tone, adopting a look of slight confusion.
"...often enough. Is there a problem?" You pat yourself on the back for how concerned you manage to sound, snapping to attention when Victor scowls at you.
"Not a problem. But...why don't you just call me?"
"Sometimes I just wake up wanting you." You shrug casually and try to take a measured step away from him, but he doesn't let you, pulling you close to brush his lips over the tender spot underneath your ear.
"Then next time, call me," he murmurs, pressing soft yet insistent kisses down your neck as if trying to emphasise on how much he means it.
"Victor-" you try to protest, hoping dearly that your smile doesn't break free.
"I don't care. This is my job. Call me."
With cheeks warming at his stern tone, you laugh and begin to walk out of the room. "Fine, I'll try. But it won't be possible all the time, you know."
"Why not?" he asks, following you with a deep frown crinkling his forehead.
"Well, I'm going away tomorrow, and who knows what schedule will be like?" You do. "And I can't always disturb you."
A hand curls around your arm, pulling you back into the room just as you exit it. You crash against him when he drags you back towards him, his arms tight around you and keeping you in his hold. You're half expecting the way he kisses you, the way his tongue curls around yours demandingly, the moan it draws from you. Fingers tangle in your hair, keeping you in place for him to plunder your mouth greedily–but then it turns softer than you would like it to. His eyes are clear of any irritation when he pulls back, the dark hints of desire swept away quickly.
"I guess I can understand that. But I hope you know I'm always here to take care of anything you need," he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. You nod dumbly, not having expected him to be so agreeable.
"So, is this you giving me permission to finger myself to your voice anytime I want?" you joke weakly. His fingers dig into your skin for a moment, almost painfully, but his expression is still clear when you look at him again.
"You don't need my permission. Again, I do hope you'll make use of your willing boyfriend more often, hm?" he teases you lightly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You're rendered speechless by his inaction. He isn't tempted in the slightest, and you're not sure if you should be offended. No dragging you in front of the mirrors, demanding you to show him exactly how you touch yourself. He leads you out of the room, completely unruffled.
As you both head back to check on the crew, one last thought occurs to you. The final card. You pull your phone out quickly, opening Victor's chat and tapping the icon for attaching images.
“In the spirit of full disclosure,” you begin, watching everyone run around as they pack up, and then you hit send. “It happened yesterday too, in the afternoon.”
Victor stops in his tracks as his phone vibrates. “But you were here yesterday afternoon.” He's still distracted by your words as he checks his messages, and you assume that's why he doesn't realize what he's looking at right away. You barely catch the way his breath hitches in his throat and his fingers tighten around the device, his fixed on the screen.
“Mhm. I was just so tense.” You study him as several emotions flit through his eyes in quick succession, and then his expression smooths out into something carefully measured and blank as he puts his phone back in his pocket, giving you a tight smile.
“Glad I could help.”
You feel like screaming, and not in the way you wanted to. Your grand plans of making Victor snap, lose control and take you in a shadowed corner of the building have turned to dust. Not even a picture of you, reflected in several mirrors with your hand up your skirt, could do it. And you'd wasted so much time on experimenting with the angles too. The aesthetic! Not even a compliment? You watch sullenly as the director comes up to him, drawing him into a chat easily.
‘I mean, I tried,’ you think resignedly, and go help with pack up. 'What does a girl have to do to get some dick around here?' Your shoulders remain slumped with disappointment throughout the process of wrapping up, and it's only when everyone's trickling out that the first seeds of doubt begin to bloom. The sky has cleared up and the fresh smell of rain still lingers in the air when you turn to the director.
"I'll see you in the morning?"
Jason nearly trembles with the force of what looks like excitement. "Actually, ___!Oh, we're so lucky–we don't have to go!"
"What do you mean? We still need to finalize the next location," you ask with no small amount of confusion. You've already packed.
"Yes, but I was just talking to Victor, and I think we’ve found the perfect location! We can go next week, he said he'll take care of it."
"He will?" you ask numbly, turning to the man in question who has just stepped up to stand next to you.
"Yes! I'll text you the details. I'm so glad you invited him. Thank you!" He takes your hands in his and shakes them enthusiastically, contrasting greatly with the sinking sensation in your gut. "What a great man!"
You watch mutely as he turns to Victor, who waves off the other man's praises with a small smile. A hand settles briefly on your shoulder, and you turn around to see Anna grinning at you. "Need a ride back home?"
"Yeah, actually-" you pause and look back over your shoulder, your eyes locking with a pair reminiscent of wild storms. "Uh, I think Victor's going to take me home."
"Oh?" Anna asks just as a hand settles on your lower back.
"Yes. Don't worry, I'll get her home in one piece," Victor assures her, an odd twinkle in his eye as Anna laughs in response.
"Oh, you two! Alright, have a good night."
You wish everyone else a good night, aware of the curious eyes boring into your backs as you both walk away. Your heart thumps loudly as you wait for him to say something, but Victor only makes idle chit-chat as he drives. How you feel about the filming, the cast, the predicted responses. He's at complete ease. It's when you're back in the main city, and you've relaxed into your seat. that he chooses to ask you something different.
"I was wondering if you'd like to stay over tonight. Now that you're free tomorrow, I mean." His tone remains casual, his eyes staying on the road as you perk up. "We haven't gotten much time together this month."
"Oh?"
"I baked something new yesterday, it would be nice if you could try it too," he tells you.
"Yeah, I think that's perfect!" you acquiesce at once, the prospect of getting to eat food cooked by him convincing you easily. Hopefully, after you've gotten to taste other things. "I've really missed you."
"Mm, I know." He flashes you a quick smile. "My babygirl's been misbehaving too. I think I need to make time for a quick lesson, no?"
For a moment, you think you've misheard. Your stomach tightens, and there are no words you can come up with in response, so you remain quiet. Even as he pulls up to his building and anticipation begins to pump through you like a slow drug, you think you could've imagined his words. There's an almost placid look on his face as you both enter the elevator, while you're sure you look like a nervous wreck. You shouldn't be anxious, you're getting exactly what you wanted. You've been feeling so needy it's pathetic, and Victor's going to take care of it.
Except, it didn't go according to plan, did it? You messed with him, but you had planned for him to have enough time and space to cool down while you were away. You hadn't expected him to derail the whole plan so easily.
His phone rings as he opens the door to his penthouse, and he takes the call. Thinking it must be important for him to answer right away, you take this chance to try and sneak away.
"Oh, ___?" You halt right away, but you can't bring yourself to see his expression. He's pressing the phone to his chest in an attempt to muffle his words. He drags a knuckle across the soft skin of your cheek, before a finger under your chin tilts your head up until you can look at him; he looks amused by your nervous demeanour. "Go freshen up. I want you in the living room in twenty minutes."
"O-okay." You're a little embarrassed by the high pitch of your voice, and as you hurry to his bathroom your mind races through the possibilities. An apology would have to be made, but it wouldn't be enough for him to let you off the hook. At this point, you can only appeal to the soft spot he has for you. With that thought in mind, you rush to his closet.
You clean up as well as you can within your time limit, braiding your hair back quickly, your face clear of any makeup. As you walk back into the living room, you see Victor sitting on the sofa, tapping away at his phone. Stopping by the kitchen to get you both some water, you remain silent as you come to a stop beside him and wait.
When he finally turns his phone off and leans back, you rush to get the words out. "Um, Victor, I-I'm really sorry about earlier today...I didn't mean to make you angry.”
He studies you from underneath thick lashes, stretching his neck and taking in the way the hem of his shirt falls to the middle of your thighs and the way your fingers play with it in a well-crafted picture of remorse. "I'm not angry."
"What?" you watch as he sips his water calmly.
"I'm not angry," he repeats, even though you think the dark look in his eyes says otherwise. "I understand why you did what you did."
"You do?" You curse your inability to form full sentences.
"Like I said, we've both been busy this month," he gestures for you to take a seat next to him. "You must've been frustrated."
Relief washes over you at the understanding in his voice. "I-yeah. I'm sorry. I should've just told you." He simply nods, stroking your cheek tenderly. Just as you begin to smile, his hand cups your jaw tightly, preventing any more words from leaving your lips. His grip his firm enough for your cheeks to feel squished, your lips forced into a pout. Your heart skips and drops as the tranquil curtain of his expression falls away, leaving behind something much more austere.
"Yes, you should have. I'm not angry about you touching yourself to the sound of my voice," he says, the gentleness in his tone slowly transitioning into fierceness. "I'm glad I could help." He leans into your space, his gaze locked on you, your eyes widening with panic. "What I don't appreciate is you trying to play games with me. And touching yourself in public? Where someone could have seen?"
You try to shake your head, somehow trying to convey the fact that you had been careful.
"The very thought of it..." he exhales forcefully and releases your jaw, leaning back a bit. "Now, come."
You're not completely sure he means what you think, and the thought of it sends fear and excitement racing through you. You hadn't expected things to take this turn, for him to have seen through your games so easily and taken steps to ensure you couldn't see them through. As he pats his thigh, you crawl over his lap, positioning yourself carefully until you're lying across it. He runs a hand over your back, caressing the back of your head lovingly as you try not to tremble.
"No need to be nervous. You've told me yourself–I'm a good teacher." His tone remains calm as his hand wanders over your body, sliding down the length of your spine to stroke your thighs before pulling the shirt up and dragging your underwear down roughly, baring your ass to him. Nimble fingers stroke and squeeze the plump flesh of your rear, and your breath begins to grow heavy. "Did you really think you could get away with it?"
His hand comes down on your skin in an open-handed blow, not too hard, and you jolt more from the surprise than the sting. You manage to bite back a whimper, and the way Victor's hand massages the skin feels like approval. His hand is warm, and the other settles over the back of your neck, as you rest your head over hands that clutch at the cushion.
"Tell me what you did wrong." Another slap, this time on the other cheek.
"I-I played games." You yelp at the hard smack delivered over the top of your thigh, right where it meets your ass. Your cheeks feel uncomfortably hot–both the sets.
"I know you can do better than that," he coaxes, his tone wicked. You whimper softly as he massages the stinging skin, squirming on his lap until his hand squeezes with a warning.
"I tried t-to tease you," you whisper, and he hums in approval.
"Yes, you were a filthy girl today. Tormenting me with thoughts of coming just by listening to an old voice not. And that picture," he growls. You expect the strong smack this time, your eyes brimming with tears as you try to breathe steadily. "And what should you have done instead?"
"I should've been honest." You hasten to continue when he pinches your prickling skin. "I should've told you how...how badly I needed it."
A smack, and the tears spillover. "Needed what?"
"Y-your cock, sir." It slips out automatically, and you know he likes it when he spends more time soothing your flesh.
"And the picture? Touching yourself where anyone could have walked in?" Smack. "All because you were hungry for my cock. All you had to do was ask." Smack.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I thought you w-would like it." You part your legs as his hand ventures further down; you wince when you hear him click his tongue and feel him yank at your underwear hard enough to tear it in half. In a rare show of mercy, two of his fingers probe your entrance, although you're immensely embarrassed when you realize how wet you are.
He sighs loudly, sounding disappointed. "Here I am, trying to teach you something, and look at you. You're dripping." If you hadn't known him as well as you do, you wouldn't have been able to detect the pleased edge to his voice. "Answer me honestly. If I hadn't put a stop to your misbehaviour, would you have continued while you were away?"
You freeze in place, blinking through the blurriness as you remember the videos you had planned to film while you were beyond his reach. A gentle pinch of your clit has you moaning, scrambling to get hold of your thoughts, which becomes more difficult when his finger pushes into you.
"I want an answer."
"Y-yes, sir. I was going to..." He continues to slide his finger in and out, rubbing along your walls firmly.
"More pictures?"
"Yes...and videos," you whimper. He only hums thoughtfully, pulling his finger out, and in the next second, he delivers a loud smack on your throbbing cunt.
You can only sob as your mind blanks, trembling in earnest as you struggle to breathe. "I-I'm sorry, sir. Please...I'll be good, I-I promise."
"Shh," he slides two fingers along your heat, rubbing gently. "What do you want?"
"Please...please make me come," you beg, squeezing your walls tightly. The drag of his fingers over your slit is slow, achingly slow, but you don't dare move.
"Alright. Mouth?" The thought of his tongue on you nearly makes you come right there, but you manage to remember what you had been aiming for earlier.
"Could I...could you..." you stumble over your words, frustrating yourself more, but the hand now stroking the stinging flesh of your rear is patient. "Please fuck me. Please. Please."
"Hmm. We'll see." He manoeuvres your body until you're curing into his chest and you feel as if you could pass out from the force of your relief–until he continues. "But first, get on your knees."
You know your face is set in disbelief and despair as you lock eyes with him, but he just gazes back steadily. You know it's better to go along with what he says and be rewarded. You've had enough of the punishment, and you'll do whatever it takes to get to the goal. With his help, you're soon kneeling between his legs, grateful for the plush rug cushioning your knees. Victor continues to look at you expectantly, prompting you to unbuckle his belt as swiftly as you can. Before you can unzip him, he stops you.
"Not yet."
Uncertain of what he means, you remove your hand from his crotch. His fingers slide into your hair, tightening until you feel the sting, and pull you forward until your nose brushes against the soft fabric of his pants. You can feel the way it strains against the restricting cloth, and it makes your mouth water. You mouth at his clothed erection and he loosens his grip on your hair, content to watch you trace his bulge with your lips for a long moment.
"Now."
You scramble to obey, unzipping him with shaky fingers and pulling his pants down along with his boxer briefs, eyes fixed on the way his cock bounces, it's head glistening temptingly. You can't help the hungry kisses you plant along his muscled thighs, barely refraining from sinking your teeth into the firm skin. Resting your chin on his knee, you peer up at him for the next order.
Victor inhales sharply, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good girl. Suck." The first taste of him on your tongue is salty, and you suck on his tip softly, pleased at the soft groan he lets you hear. "Deeper. Don't use your hands." You take his cock in until it hits the back of your throat, trying to relax your jaw around it. As you begin to bob your head up and down, his hips begin to thrust shallowly. Your fingers dig into your thighs, fighting the urge to touch him, and you keep a smooth pace.
Until a hard thrust has you choking on his length, over and over again.
"See, that's the problem, babygirl," he growls, cupping the back of your head as his cock hits the back of your throat painfully. "If you insist on acting like a disobedient slut, then I'm going to have to treat you like one."
You're unsure if you're really crying or if your eyes are just watering from the force of his thrusts–not that it really matters. He stills when he's deep in your mouth, watching you struggle to breathe and keep your mouth open. "You have to show me you deserve to have my cock in you."
He pulls out of your mouth, his fingers pumping his length urgently as you cough pitifully. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out."
His words are a hot jolt in your core, and you obey him immediately, with your eyes still watery and your jaw still aching. Your walls squeeze around nothing as he comes on your tongue, and despite your attempts at catching all of it, some dribbles down your chin and cheek. And still, you wait.
"Swallow." You do so, wiping the rest off your skin as best you can and licking it off your fingers. Every bit of it seems worth it when you see the glazed look in Victor's eyes, and the little smile curving his lips up as he watches you lick enthusiastically.
He pulls you back onto his lap, holding you close and rubbing your back gently as you accept the glass of water he hands you, taking only a small sip before slumping into his chest. You stay there for a while, your ear pressed against the skin over his heart, and you feel it gradually slow down from its quick thumping.
You gather the remnants of your resolve and tug at his shirt. "Sir–pease fuck me." You feel him pause against you, and then shake as he begins to laugh.
"Ah, you're so greedy, sweetheart. You want my cock that badly?" he teases, as if he doesn't already know how desperate you are.
"Yes. Please."
"And what if I don't want to give it to you?"
You know you're way past feeling any embarrassment when tears pool in your eyes, the depth of your need endless and the prospect of it remaining unanswered terrifying. "Please, please, I'll be good, I'll do anything." Thumbs sweep away the tears sliding down your cheeks, and you feel his lips on your forehead.
"Don't worry, I was just teasing," he assures you, his previously rough tone taking on a soothing note. "I could never leave my babygirl in such a state. You've more than earned it." He helps you slide your knees apart until they rest on either side of his hips, kissing you softly the whole time. As he pushes through your swollen lips, sliding into the hilt with little resistance, you think you could stay like this for the rest of your life, keeping his cock inside you and his arms around you. He pulls you to rest against him, adjusting himself until he's able to begin thrusting with progressively stronger thrusts. "Is this what you wanted?"
You moan nearly incoherently, nodding fervently. His hands cup your ass, and the nexus between the pleasure from him fucking you and the pain from the stinging skin of your ass makes your eyes roll back into your head. He uses the grip on your cheeks to bounce you on his cock, syncing the motion with his thrusts. "A-all I wanted..."
"It's yours. All you have to do..." he presses his face into your hair, driving his hips up into yours relentlessly. "...is ask." He keeps you in place with one arm, and then there are fingers rubbing tight circles into your clit and beginning the start of your end, as you begin to shatter into pieces. You forget everything but the heat pumping into you, working you through the daze, warm arms and soft lips slowly putting you back together. You barely register the deep groaning he's unable to suppress as his pace kicks up to rush to the finish line, as you press lazy kisses up his throat.
"Could I ask for one more thing?" Your voice is barely a whisper, and your lips brush against his earlobe, teeth scraping against the tender skin as he gasps. "Sir?"
"Anything," he rasps out, the flush on his cheeks spreading down to his chest. "Anything."
"Could you come in me?" you murmur. "Just...fill me up. Till the last drop. Please?"
You can't help but smile at the curse that leaves his mouth, and the bruising kiss he pulls you into as he fulfils your request, his thick seed filling you in quick, hot spurts. Neither of you pulls away even once he grows soft within you, losing yourselves in the meeting of your mouths until you can’t keep your head up and let it fall onto his shoulder.
“I’ve got you. You did so well, sweetheart,” Victor murmurs into your hair as you smile sleepily. “Let’s get some lotion on this cute butt, hmm?”
The laugh you’re startled into turns into pained croaks as your throat protests the action.
“And some tea, I see. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?” He carries you to the bedroom carefully, holding you close as if in possession of priceless jewels. You spread out over his bed on your stomach, letting your body melt into the sheets. A pleased sound leaves your lips when you feel him rub the cool lotion into your abused skin.
You’re not aware of how much time has passed when you’re startled awake, and look up to see Victor smiling apologetically at you from his seat at the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You crawl forward towards him, letting him pull you up so you can curl into a ball between his legs. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, the cotton fabric soft and soothing on your skin. “I made you some tea.”
The first sip is painful, but within a few more you’re able to swallow with some relief. “Thank you.”
“Let me know if you feel up to eating something.”
“Mm.” With the taste of honey on your tongue, you nuzzle his neck as he pulls a blanket over you. His arms are warm and reassuring around your tired body. “I wanted to have sex in the mirror room.”
“I know.”
“Mean.”
“I’m not that easy, darling,” he says imperiously, soft lips brushing your temple. “If you want me to drop my pants in public, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
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I thought I would have to ask | Scisaac Week 2020, Day 1
Prompt: Friends to Lovers
Rating: General
WC: 1,160
“Good morning, students, this is your principal speaking, I know it’s a Monday and you lot are sleepy but, we just want to let you know that the long-awaited senior prom is finally here! In 2 weeks, all you seniors can have the night of your lives with your friends and fellow classmates, tickets are now available at the front desk, make sure to get one for you and your date!” the principal announced through the intercom.
“Oh, dude, I can’t believe it! Senior Prom!” Stiles said, closing his locker, while Scott was staring into his locker lost in thought.
Stiles notices his best friend lost in thought, Stiles was no werewolf but he knew something was definitely up with his friend.
“Scottie, Scott, Scooott, earth to the one and only True Alpha,” Stiles said waving his hand in front of Scott’s face.
“Yeah, what’s that?” Scott said, snapping back to reality.
“Senior prom! Who are ya taking?” Stiles said.
“I don’t know,” Scott mumbled, closing his locker.
“Well, I for one know that I’m taking ms. Lydia Martin,” Stiles said.
Scott smiles, he was happy for his friend, finally getting together with his crush, Lydia.
“And speak of the devil, hey love,” Stiles said, pecking Lydia on the lips.
“Hey babe, so prom, we are going together,” Lydia said, “we need to get our matching outfits, I was thinking red, with a hint of purple, what do you think?”
“Sounds good, bye Scott, see you tomorrow for game night!” Stiles said as Lydia pulled him while she went on about prom outfit ideas.
Scott nods and turns around to see Isaac walking up to him. His heart quickens a bit at the sight of his tall, scarf-wearing friend
“Do you want to get lunch at taco bell?” Isaac asked.
“Sure, just the two of us?” Scott agreed.
“Yeah, it’s not that Stiles would be able to come,” Isaac said.
Scott nods, and they both walk to Scott’s bike that was parked outside.
Scott wears his helmet and so does Isaac. He rides the bike to the nearest taco bell and they walk in.
“Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?” the cashier asks.
“I’ll have a shredded chicken burrito and a medium Tropicana pink lemonade,” Scott ordered.
“And I’ll have a spicy potato soft taco and a small brisk iced tea and lemonade,” Isaac ordered.
“Alrighty, so your order is one shredded chicken burrito, one spicy potato soft taco, one medium Tropicana pink lemonade and one small brisk iced tea and lemonade, that will be 5 dollar and 57 cents,” the cashier said.
“I’ll pay, you paid last time,” Isaac said, quickly taking his wallet out.
Scott puts his hand over Isaac’s wallet, “nice try, but I’ll pay,” he said.
Scott takes 6 dollars out and places it on the counter. Isaac huffs and puts hit wallet back in his pocket.
“Keep the change,” Scott said.
The cashier nods and takes the order to the kitchen. In a while, they bring out their order and the cashier hands it to them with the receipt.
Scott takes it and they walk outside and sit down at one of the shaded seating at the right of the entrance. He gives Isaac his food and takes out his.
They eat in peace, well that’s what everyone else sees. Scott being a true alpha and Isaac being a werewolf, the awkward feelings were tangible in the air to them.
Scott had feelings towards Isaac, he truly cared for the boy, it’s almost like a bond. Ever since the first time he saw the tall, blonde boy with blue eyes.
*
A new werewolf in school, Scott was curious, especially when he can smell the other in the locker room.
Stiles plan was failing, he did not want to suicide runs until he actually died. He was losing hope in this attempt of finding out who was the werewolf.
Isaac begins running at Coach’s whistle and Scott sprints out of the goal, abandoning once again.
Scott lunges at Isaac and he successfully deflects him. Scott’s eyes meet Isaac’s. They were glowing golden in the sun. Isaac was the werewolf.
“Please don’t tell them, please,” Isaac begged.
Before Scott could say anything, Isaac was taken away by the county sheriff.
*
The next day during lunch, everyone at the pack lunch table was feeling quite giddy, especially Isaac.
Isaac stands up and gets everyone’s attention.
“So, I’ve never been good at words but this is for you, Scott McCall,” Isaac started.
Scott couldn’t help but grin and wait for Isaac’s promposal.
“Cotton candy is pink, snow is white,” he said as Stiles and Liam took out a big banner and unfolded it out behind him.
“Will you be my date on prom night?” Isaac asked.
Scott smiles as he nods his head, “yes, I will go to prom with you.”
Others clap as Isaac leans down and softly kisses Scott. Scott reciprocates, kissing the tender pink lips of Isaac’s.
The kiss was quite a surprise to others, as he heard the gasps and squeals from his pack.
“I thought I would have to ask,” Scott said.
“You knew that I liked you?” Isaac asked.
“I liked you as well, ever since the first time I saw you,” Scott said, causing Isaac to blush.
*
Prom night, everyone was really psyched. Scott and Isaac are ready with their new suits, both specifically for tonight and now they were waiting for their ride to come.
“Aw, you both look so cute together!” Melissa squealed.
“Mom!” Scott said, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
His mom hugs them both and takes a picture of both of them together. Soon Stiles and Lydia show up along with Theo and Liam with the limo that everyone pitched in to pay for.
“Group photo, everyone!” Melissa said, holding up her phone.
Everyone stands in front of the limo, hugging their dates and smiling wide.
“Ok, great, now stay safe, don’t do anything bad and have fun!” Melissa said, waving at them as they all got in the limo.
At prom, everyone was glammed up and ready to have a night of their lives. Scott squeezes Isaac’s hand.
“Punch?” Isaac asks.
“Punch,” Scott said and they walk to the punch table.
They pour themselves a glass and stand as they sip on it. Scott puts his glass down on a nearby table and extends his hand to Isaac.
“Would you like to dance?” Scott said.
Isaac puts down his glass of punch and takes Scott’s hand. They walk to the dancefloor where they dance with the rest of the school.
As the night goes on, the songs get slower. Scott and Isaac are in each other’s arms, swaying side to side with the song. Their foreheads are touching and hearts beat together.
“I didn’t think we’d still be here,” Scott murmured.
“Neither did I, but I’m glad that we are,” Isaac replied.
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not a house but a home
Pairing: boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Angst, very very light Smut if you squint
A/N: feeling all kinds of soft for the babie after his “Never Not” cover. This was supposed to be a Drabble but, as always, jungkook takes my heart further ༼;´༎ຶ.̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨.̸̸̨̨ ༎ຶ༽ . Enjoy!
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“Babe?”
I let out an unintelligible response. My toothbrush is still buzzing in my mouth, for God’s sake. Jungkook takes it as a sign to continue.
“Can you please please PLEASE clean your side of the bathroom?” He says pleadingly with puppy dog eyes but also a hint of seriousness. He means business today.. of all days, Monday.
“SDFGHHH!!! DFYJKGGJK” I let out.
“I know it’s morning and I know you’re grumpy but PLEASE I can’t keep looking at this mess.”
I spit out into my sink. As I’m doing so I look at the cocktail of toiletries that litters my side of the vanity. 5 different Bobbi brown lip tints strewn about. Several makeup brushes and palettes clutter the white marble. Multiple face washes, moisturizes, and various other skincare products I’ve been sold by the deceptive Sephora employees, 83% of which I don’t use. Hair. Hair everywhere. I can’t help it, with hair like this I can’t just empty my comb every single day.
“I have no idea what you’re referring to.” I say to my beautiful and unfortunately meticulous boyfriend with a smirk.
He heaved a loaded sigh.
“Baaaaaabe.”
Here we go.
“I can’t look at this every morning!! How can you have your side so messy and still be able to operate throughout the day clearly?! Being organized brings peace to one’s life.”
Oh God I don’t remember putting something up his ass last night and leaving it there. I giggle in my head. I need to save that joke for later.
“You know, if I knew you’d be this messy, I would’ve just stayed at the dorms. Living with you is basically as bad as living with them.” Jungkook says, no trace of playfulness in his voice.
“Oh really? The same? Y’all giving each other cuddles?? Y’all sucking each other’s dicks?! Hmm??”
Ok in all honesty i really shouldn’t start a fight this early in the morning let alone week. But he knows how grumpy I am in the mornings. Not only do I have to wake up and ungodly hour (7am is ungodly for some of us, okay?), but I naturally hate being forced out of my comfy bed cuddling with my exorbitantly organized but very hot boyfriend.
I look at him. He has an incredulous look in his eyes. We’ve had this fight multiple times since moving in with each other 6 months ago. To be quite frank, there have been more growing pains than happy moments. I started realizing my organized chaos choice of living deeply contrasted jungkook’s need to put everything in its place and if it can be alphabetized, all the better. I’m annoyed and so is he.
“Are you serious? Can’t you do this ONE thing for me? One thing that will significantly improve not only mine but your life as well? I swear it’s amazing how much you accomplish at work when you practically do nothing at home.”
Oh. Wasn’t expecting that.
He must see the change in playfulness in my face, immediately regretting his words.
“Babe I’m sor-“
“Don’t worry about it. I have to finish getting ready. I have a big presentation to present to the Japanese stockholders this afternoon regarding our globalization plan.... I mean, hopefully i don’t fuck it up seeing as how I live my life in such a clusterfuck it’s a wonder how i get things done there. Right, jungkook?”
I don’t wait for him to answer as i leave our shared bathroom but he just continues to stand there. I hit him low too.
Living together has put quite a strain on our relationship because we haven’t really found that symbiotic rhythm yet. To be honest, I kick ass and take names in the board room but I’ve never found myself to be very... well... domestic at home. Jungkook, on the other hand, not only is good at every chore. He is amazing. he has a neurotic obsession with making sure laundry never overflows in the hamper, dishes are always clean and the sink is empty, and making sure dust never accumulates. I swear to God. For someone who is an international kpop sensation, how does he have time to keep our house looking so great everyday.
This is a quality of his I worship. His never ending never endingness. There is always work to be done, this can always be cleaner, that can always be done today not tomorrow. Me, on the other hand, I wear two hats. There is the Business Y/N who has an MBA and literally climbed her way up the corporate ladder. Queen of making deals and making grown men cry around the world. I have a 401k. I know. Amazing. But outside of that, I’ve always been Party, easy going Y/N. My job already requires me to be ruthless yet charismatic AND strategic everyday, I don’t need to bring that elsewhere.
If I hadn’t had the second hat, I don’t think I would have ever met jungkook. We met at a random awards show I was attending for fun with some friends, my close friend from B-school scoring us tickets within the artists’ seating. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
I’ve always envied kook for his ability to be at the forefront in everything in his life. From his career, to his multitude of sports and hobbies, to taking care of his homestead. He’s more serious and cares more about little things than I think he purposely lets on. We are yin and yang. opposites attract, yes, but can they actually coexist?
It’s been a long day when i get home at 10pm. Funny enough, both our schedules are so hectic but perfectly align with his late dance practices and my evening calls to Belgium.
Our golden doodle puppy greets me.
“Matcha!!!!!! How are you my love???” She showers me with kisses. Oh how lovely this is after a particularly shitty day.
I turn into the tv room and see him laying there icing his knee. He looks gorgeous. Even now, barefaced and in a hoodie that’s three times his should-be size and basketball shorts, watching the 6th season of nartuto. (For the 7th time).
We look at each other waiting for one to break. It’s always been like this. What more could you expect from two highly-competitive and maybe a bit self-righteous individuals? Maybe we are more similar than we are different.
“Hi baby.” I cave.
The hard look on his face softens. He puts his guard down, relieved we won’t have to fight. I go over and lay down next to him making sure i don’t hit his knee. He wraps me in his large arms and I feel a glow of comfort. He smells like fresh laundry. (Which is probably accurate since he made sure to do a load today before heading to the studio.. someone say ANAL RETENTIVE with me!!)
“You smell so nice.” He is soft. No, he is softness personified. As much of a tough, stubborn Virgo as he is, he is a ball of pudding when it comes to after work moments like these. He tucks his nose into my hair. And kisses me absentmindedly.
“About this morning-“ He starts. But I cut him off.
“No, no. I’m sorry. I know it’s been hard living together with our opposing..... lifestyle choices” he snorts. “But I know you’ve had to bend to me more than I’ve had to bend to you. And for that I’m sincerely sorry. I haven’t made nearly as much of an effort to make this work. But the change has been hard for me. I’ve never had to live with a boy let alone share a bathroom with one. And not only that, I had always imagined I WOULD BE THE CLEANER ONE.” He chuckles quietly and plants some chaste kisses on my temples.
“Babe, no. I know. You’re still adjusting. But I need to apologize too. I didn’t mean what I said earlier but i just get so frustrated sometimes! You’re hard headed and I am too. But still I shouldn’t have said those things I’ve said about you not being great at your job. Your ferocity is one of the reasons i love you. It’s also extremely hot.”
I smile and look up into those big brown doe eyes and I melt. How could he look so good after practicing the whole day? And how could he be so patient and loving to someone like me? Messy and unorganized.
“I love you. So much. I don’t deserve to be with someone like you. You’re amazing at everything it’s so damn frustrating sometimes. Not only do you devote your life to an occupation that require so much of you, you also still make time to take care of us, this place. I’m sorry I don’t make things easy.”
“Y/N. You may be frustratingly messy. I don’t understand how one person can produce so much goddamn hair at once to be quite honest. You shed more than Matcha. But being with you is easy. You make life easy. You give me easiness when so so so many other things in this life are so hard and time consuming. So many people want so much from me and I want to be the person they need. But when I’m with you, it doesn’t feel like work. It’s easiness in its purest sense. Even though you don’t clean up your shit.”
I giggle.
“But even then, i wouldn’t trade this for anything else.”
I kiss him chastely and he holds my chin up for better access. We kiss like this for a while before he swipes his tongue against my lip asking for permission. Though he doesn’t need any. The kiss escalated into something deeper. Hotter. He licks into my mouth and I feel heat stir in my stomach. Fuck.
He uses his arms already wrapped around me to place me on top of him. Ice bag long forgotten on the floor. We make out passionately as if our lives depend on it. I put my hand to the back of his neck and run through his gorgeous thick chocolate hair. So lush.
I find myself straddling his waist and grind my core against his half hard-on. He moans.
“Fuck..”
I grind harder with intention and fill fires of lust consume me. Holy fucking shit. It always feels like the first time. He puts his hands on my thighs gripping them and forcing me to go harder onto his dick.
After a few minutes he sits up, lips still connected and lifts me up. I smirk into the kiss already knowing where this is going. He carries me along the marbled tile hallway to our bedroom and throws me on the bed. He strips himself of his hoodie.
“You know... you’ve been quite disobedient to me, Y/N. I think it’s time to put you in your place.” He says sternly. God, he has never looked more hot.
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A/N: thank you so much for reading!!!! Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first fic so please let me know if you liked it!
Lots of love.
-M
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The Draw (13)
Summary: The whirlwind starts at the 2018 ACE Comic Con in Phoenix but you’re not sure where it will end...
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Warnings: Language. Smut. NSFW directly under the cut (what better way to start eh?)
Word count: 3651
AN: Surprise, I guess?! I know I said I was done with Tumblr forever and ever, but I cannot, for the life of me, leave something unfinished. And so here we are. Part 13 of The Draw, almost 9 months after I last posted something. I’m not sure anyone is even still interested in this, but here it is. If you are still reading this - hi! I love you. Please let me know what you think :)
Masterlist
The smell of coffee wakes you, and it doesn’t surprise you to find the spot next to you empty, albeit still warm. The sun is already peeking through the curtains and the alarm clock on your nightstand lets you know it’s later than you thought it would be. Brunch then, instead of breakfast, you mumble to yourself as you get out of bed. Out of habit you walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower, so you’re ready to face the day, but then you remember neither of you have plans today because it’s Saturday and so you skip the shower and instead grab what is now considered your bathrobe off the hook and wrap it around you as you make your way to the kitchen.
You find him there, his back towards you, busy making scrambled eggs, quietly humming along to Duran Duran’s “The Reflex”, and your heart, oh your heart is just bursting at the seams. You walk up to him, standing on your tiptoes as you wrap your hands around his waist and kiss his bare shoulder, mumbling an, “I love you,” absentmindedly.
You feel him tense up and you quietly curse yourself, because shit, is it too soon? Should you have gone with the regular “I like you?” again. Is this not where you are at right now? Jesus, this was stupid. You lower yourself and lean your forehead against his back, ready to apologize when you feel him take your hand and loosening your grip, allowing him to turn around in your arms. You look at him, expecting him to say something like, “Maybe we should talk.” but instead there’s this spark in his eyes and then he cups your face and kisses you with so much passion that all the doubt you had is gone in an instant.
He pushes you backward, gently, until your back bumps against the kitchen island, your lips never even leaving his. Tracing your lips with his tongue, he’s asking for permission to enter before you’ve even had the chance to catch your breath. Your hands are in his hair then and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss, pushing yourself up, wanting to get lost in him. His hands are roaming now, one on the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him, while the other slides down your shoulder and into your bathrobe, cupping your breast over your trusted NCU shirt, the friction from his thumb rubbing over the fabric making your nipple hard almost instantly. He pushes into you a little more and you can feel his erection through his boxers, rubbing against you in a way that makes you moan into his mouth, begging for more.
He breaks away then, a mischievous look in his eyes, before he starts placing quick kisses along your jawline and then sucks on the spot just below your ear until he draws out a moan from you. His hands travel further down, finding the ribbon that holds your bathrobe together, untying it skilfully with one hand. With a slight shake of your shoulders the fabric slides down and pools at your feet. His mouth is on your throat, nipping and sucking and you tilt your head back because you want more. He pulls away then, eyes wide with lust as he looks at you, before he grabs onto your hips and lifts you up, sitting you down on top of the kitchen island.
His hands have found the hem of your shirt, gently pushing it up and over your head, his lips attacking your throat again as he discard the piece of fabric somewhere on the floor. You lean back, arching your back, your niples pressing against his chest. He groans before he dips his head down and moves his mouth from your breast down to your belly button and further on to your panties, his hands on your hips as he continues down to your thighs, his skilled tongue never far from your aching core. You let your legs fall to the side, giving him better access, and he looks up to you through hooded lids, the wicked grin still on his lips as he uses his thumb to push the fabric aside, softly blowing on your throbbing clit.
You mutter a quiet, “Fuck,” at the sensation, your hands in his hair again, keeping him where you need him most.
He doesn’t need any more encouragement and it’s all mouth, teeth, and tongue from there on out, one hand on your stomach to keep you in place, while the fingers of his other hand find a way to work together with his mouth that has you on edge almost immediately.
“Seb, fuck,” you breathe, your orgasm close.
He hums in appreciation and the vibrations, together with his tongue now focusing solely on your clit, send you over, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you let out a loud moan. He keeps licking, helping you come down from your high gently, until you release your fingers from his hair and let out a content sigh. He pulls back then, pushing himself up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before his grin returns, “I love you too.”
You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Dragging your teeth across his lower lip you let your hand slide down his stomach, down to his boxers, cupping him just as you bite down ever so gently, a hiss escaping him. You throw your legs around his waist and he gets the hint, picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom and God, you hope he’s remembered to turn off those eggs.
You greet the other people in the elevator with a simple nod, not bothering with a cheerful “Good morning,” like you did the first day you were here. You got some pretty ugly looks that day because you’d forgotten how different New Yorkers are compared to the, maybe, over-friendly people in Charlotte.
Your office is on the twenty-ninth floor and so it takes you some time to get there, most people getting off on lower floors. After a stop on the twenty-seventh floor it’s just you and what you think might be one of the interns, who tells you to pass with a shy, “After you, ma’am,” once you’ve hit your floor.
You’re about to argue that you’re not old enough to be called that but his cheeks are red enough as it is so you just pass him with a nod of your head. You greet Jenny at the front desk before you make your way to your office and you’ve just set your laptop bag down when your phone rings. You smile when you see who’s calling and so you answer with an almost too cheery, “Hi, Deb!”
“Jesus, kid,” Deb groans, “it’s Monday morning, take it down, will you?”
You chuckle, knowing all too well your boss doesn’t do well with mornings. In fact, it’s weird she’s even calling you at this hour, because she normally doesn’t come in until Monday afternoon and so you’re instantly on edge, “Everything ok there?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she answers and you can just see her wave her hand at your dismissively. “San Francisco is the problem.”
“Oh,” you answer, not sure where this is going.
“They need you there, kid,” Deb sighs. “Shit has hit the fan over there and they’ve called in our help. Hell, they asked specifically for you.” She chuckles, “You must have done one hell of a job there in New York if word has gotten out to the other offices.”
“Thanks, I guess?”
“Don’t be like that, you’re not a kid anymore. Own up to your success, will you?”
Never one to beat around the bush, Deb, but you can’t help but smile, “Thanks.”
“I need you to fly out there tomorrow, start on Wednesday,” she starts and putting the phone between your ear and shoulder, you grab a notepad and pen, because you know a list of instructions is about to follow, even though the part where she told you you’d have to leave tomorrow keeps replaying in your head.
You go over everything once more before you end the call, a sigh escaping your lips once you’ve hung up. You go over Sebastian’s schedule in your head, but you know it’s all back-to-back meetings and whatnot today and there’s no chance of seeing him before dinner tonight. Flipping your phone over in your hand you debate whether or not to text him, but you figure it might be better to just tell him in person. Instead you start up your laptop and set out to finish what needs to be finished before the end of the day.
“I just don’t understand why our time together is always cut short,” you say, trying not to sound like a whining teenager but failing miserably.
“We’ve had almost two weeks together, babe,” Sebastian chuckles and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you make your way back to his apartment after dinner. “That’s already a lot more than that half a day in LA.”
“Yeah, true,” you sigh. You wrap your arm around his waist, savouring these last couple of hours together. Your flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon, but Sebastian’s schedule is packed tomorrow so you’ve only got until breakfast to spend time together.
“How long do you have to stay there anyway?”
“Until the end of the month, probably.” Deb made you promise you wouldn’t leave until everything was sorted and from what she told you that would take at least two weeks. Probably three. You’ve done this before, this travelling across the country to help other offices, but that was three years ago, when the Charlotte office first started expanding to other cities. Back then it was a relief to get away from Mark and somehow you think Deb knew. She always picked you to go even if there were people more qualified at that point in your career.
“So I won’t see you before I leave?”
Sebastian’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up at him, your heart dropping a little when you see how disappointed he looks. “You’re leaving on the eighteenth, right?” You watch him nod and shake your head in response, “Then no, I’ll still be on the west coast.”
“Fuck,” he mutters quietly.
“I’m sorry,” you say, almost automatically.
“Hey, no, don’t apologise,” he pulls you closer and kisses your temple before he continues, “It just means we’ll have to say our goodbyes tomorrow.” It isn’t until he fishes his key from out of his pocket that you realize you’re already at his building, but before he has a chance to use it Joe is already at the door, holding it open for you with a smile, “Good evening, Mr Stan, Miss (Y/L/N).”
“Hey Joe,” you and Sebastian say at the same time as you pass him on your way in. The ride up in the elevator is quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. His arm is still wrapped around you and you lean into him, willing time to slow down.
“I’ll be seeing you,” Sebastian says, kissing your forehead. He’s just put on his coat, ready to head out to his training session, but he’s stalling and you know it.
“Yeah, in two months,” you huff, arms folded across your chest. This is not the way you want to say goodbye, but the anger keeps you from crying so at least that’s something.
“Hey,” Sebastian gently lifts your chin with his finger to make you look at him, “it’s just fifty-nine days, babe. We can do this.”
You’re about to say you don’t want to, but then you realize this attitude is getting you nowhere so you smile at him instead, “I love you, Stan.”
“I love you,” he says before he leans in and kisses you, an urge behind it that tells you he means it. He pulls back then, a sad smile on his lips, “I’ll miss you, but I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Me too,” you agree, before you kiss his cheek, “Now go, or you’ll be late.”
“Call me when you land?”
“I will.” Another kiss then, “Bye.”
“Hello, my bestest friend,” you say when you hear Lauren pick up the phone.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” Lauren shoots back and if you didn’t know her so well you would think she was genuinely upset, but you’ve been best friends for years and years and so you just laugh at her mockery.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Lauren continues. “Did you suddenly forgot how to use a phone? Forget you had a best friend maybe?”
“Oh, Lauren,” you say, serious then, “I am sorry. I know I should have called more often.”
“Damn right,” she mutters.
“I am calling you now, though,” you continue. “And I’ve got all the time in the world to catch up with my bestest friend.”
“Why?”
“Deb’s sending me to the San Fran office, so I’m at the airport, waiting for my flight out and-”
“You’re leaving New York?”
“Yeah,” you draw out, before taking a sip of your coffee. You’re at JFK, killing time somewhere in the terminal while you wait for your gate to be announced, arriving way too early because you didn’t feel like staying at Sebastian’s apartment all by yourself. You know you owe Lauren more than just that simple ‘yeah’, and so you give her the full rundown of your conversation with Deb.
“Ok, but that’s actually good news, isn’t it,” Lauren asks. “I mean, it sucks that you have to leave, but it seems like everyone’s finally seeing your full potential, not just Deb!”
You smile, a lump in your throat because Lauren is still your biggest fan and you can’t ever thank her enough for that.
“So, ok, wait,” Lauren suddenly says, and you can hear her excitement, “why don’t I come out to see you this weekend? I still have some miles left on my card and it would be fun to see you again!”
It would be really nice to see her again, you think, suddenly realizing how much you’ve missed her. Plus, there’s so much to catch up on and you prefer to do it in person, over a glass of wine.
“Babe?” Lauren’s voice interrupts your thoughts, “Where are you staying?”
“Oh, uh, they rented an apartment for me downtown,” you rummage through your bag for your diary, where you wrote down the address. “Hang on,”
“Oh no, that’s fine, babe, just text it to me,” Lauren says, before she squeals, “Argh, I’m so looking forward to this! I’ll book my flights right away and text you the details, ok?”
Before you have the chance to say anything Lauren ends the call with a “Love you.” and it’s then your gate is announced.
Taking a deep breath you count to ten in your head, but it does nothing to calm you down and so you keep going until you’ve reached ninety-five and feel some of your anger ebbing away. “What an asshole,” you whisper to no one in particular, because you checked the stalls when you walked in, glad to have found them all empty. You look at yourself in the mirror and aren’t surprised you look a little bewildered.
You’ve just had a very heated argument with Paul, the guy in charge at the San Francisco office and to say he wasn’t too happy with your suggestions on how to improve operations would be putting it mildly. He nearly bit your head off when you finished your presentation and actually told you he was sorry for asking you to come here. What he had forgotten though, was that Deb joined you in that meeting through a conference call and so he then got a piece of mind from your boss that left him seething. You excused yourself after you told Deb you’d call her later and now here you were, pacing around calling Paul every name under the sun to get some of your anger out.
Running some cold water over your wrists helps you to cool down and you allow yourself another minute to gather yourself before you square your shoulders and walk out again. It’s only ten to three but you figured you’ve earned an early leave today and so you grab your things, say goodbye to the receptionist and walk out the door before it’s even three. On your way to the car park you text Lauren:
Left early, so I’m picking you up. I’m at exit B.
You drop your laptop bag in the back seat of the rental car Deb provided you with and turn the radio up, singing along to eighties classics all the way to the airport.
“Ugh, what an asshole,” Lauren agrees once you’ve told her about your day at work. She fills up your glass once again, before helping herself to another slice of pizza. You’re sitting on the tiny balcony that comes with the apartment you’re staying at, enjoying the last rays of sunshine together.
“I know, right?” you agree, nodding fervently but stopping quickly because it makes you slightly nauseous. You blame the second bottle of wine you and Lauren have just finished. “Enough about that dickhead though,” you hold up your glass of wine, “and cheers.”
Lauren giggles, “Cheers, babe,” She turns towards you after taking a sip, a more serious look on her face, “Are you going back in on Monday though?”
“Yeah,” you nod, more careful this time, “I called Deb on my way to the airport and they gave Paul his notice after I left, so I’m going to have to stay until they’ve found someone else.”
“Oh shit,” Lauren mutters. “That could take a while, though, couldn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I told Deb I’m available until the end of July, but I don’t know, we’ll see how it turns out.”
“Yeah,” Lauren agrees, “I was going to say you’d probably like to get back before Sebastian comes back from Europe, but then again, he’s in New York anyway, right?”
“Hmm,” you reply, “I figured as much. For me it doesn’t really matter if I’m here or in Charlotte, either way I have to go to New York to see him,” you take a sip of your wine, “or he’d have to come see me, you know, so,”
“Would you want to stay here? You know, if they can’t find anyone?”
“I don’t know,” you offer, but you can tell from the look Lauren’s giving you she needs a better answer. “I can’t say anything right now, babe. It depends on where things go with Seb, you know, and how he sees our future. I mean, he’s got like, three more projects lined up after this one, so he’s pretty much busy until the end of the year with a couple of breaks in between, and uh,” you shrug, “I guess until then it doesn’t really matter where I’m at, we’ll just have to figure out when and where we can meet.”
“Hmm,” Lauren’s face drops and you can tell something’s bothering her.
“Oh, babe,” you quickly say, your hand on her arm, giving it a squeeze, “I’m not,” you hesitate, trying to find better words. “I’m not forgetting you, ok? I know you are still in Charlotte and it’s still home, you know? But, I don’t know, maybe, somewhere in the future, if all this works out, I can see myself moving somewhere else.”
“I know.” Lauren sighs, and you’re not surprised to see tears in her eyes. “You were always the more adventurous one, babe, and I love you for it, because it means I get to go to places I’ve never been before with you. But,” she sniffles, “I’ll miss you, that’s all.”
“Oh, Lauren,” you get up off your chair and sit on your best friend’s lap, pulling her in for a hug, “I promise that you will always, always, have a place at my home. Wherever that is. You’re my bestest friend and I’m not leaving you. I will stalk your ass until you get sick of me and beg me to leave you alone. And even then I won’t back off.”
It’s quiet for a while and you wonder if you’ve said anything to hurt Lauren, but then you hear a muffled, “God, you’re so dramatic,” coming from somewhere over your shoulder and you can’t help but laugh.
You put your car in park and for a moment you just sit there, happy that you’ve survived another week at work. Things have improved slightly now that Paul is gone, but the days are long and there’s so much left to do that you’re starting to worry you might actually be here until the end of July. It’s then you realize it’s been more than 3 weeks since you last saw your family and you decide right then and there that no matter what happens, you’re flying home for the weekend next week.
Your phone chimes then, pulling you out of your thoughts and your brows knit together in confusion when you read Lauren’s text
Gave him your address, hope you don’t mind. X
You want to text back, asking her who she gave your address to, but it’s then you see someone coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Your heart jumps when you look up and see the all familiar black baseball cap, his mischievous grin beneath it. You fumble with your seat belt, but make it out of the car in time to jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him tight.
His mouth is close to your ear when he whisper, “Told you I’d be seeing you.”
#The Draw#Sebastian Stan x Reader#Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan#Sebastian Stan Imagine#Sebastian Stan
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Exam Week
It's nearing winter break, which means it's time for exams. It's a stressful time for the teens, some more than others. But a simple act of kindness can make all the difference.
Chapter 1
"Right, I need you all to pay close attention to what I'm about to say." You state, all the teens staring at you with blank faces.
Your expression be comes firm, "Next week is exam week."
There were mixed reactions from the teens, some looked worried, while others didn't seem to care.
"As you know, I only wish for you to try your best." You declare, "And don't cheat!"
You make eye contact with Roman, since that comment was aimed at him. He made a smug face at you, before looking back at his phone.
"I encourage you all to study for your exams, but be sure not to overwork yourselves." You suggest, "If any of you have any issues, don't hesitate to talk with me. Ok, you're all dismissed."
The teens jump up and go back to doing their own thing. You head to your office, when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. You turn around, to see a very anxious Henry Deaver.
You sigh, "I know this week is always stressful for you, sweetheart. Come with me into my office and we'll talk about it."
Deaver smiles shyly, following you as you continue your way to the office. Exam was always hard for poor Deaver, he's a very smart boy, but doubts himself too much. When Deaver gets to stressed, he locks himself inside the iron cage in the shed, which you built for Pennywise. He almost missed a test last year, because he'd hidden the cage keys.
Chapter 2
You and Deaver entered your office, you gesture for Deaver to sit down, while you shut the door. You take you seat behind the desk, staring sympathetically at Deaver.
"Sweetheart, I would prefer for you not to lock your in the cage" You begin, "But if it helped you manage your stress, I will allow it."
"Hate exams." Deaver mumbled, "I'm not good at them."
"Henry Deaver, you know that isn't true." You correct, "You are a very intelligent young man. You just doubt yourself too much, sweetheart."
"Thanks, ma'am." Deaver mumbles, smiling shyly.
"Just let me know if you need any help with your studies." You offer, "Now run along, sweetheart, it's getting late."
Deaver stands up and heads towards the door. You look down at for bills as you hear the door close. You're about to start paying your bills, when you hear Roman's booming voice from outside the door.
"Out of my way, f**king bat!" Godfrey curses, clearly talking to Deaver.
Roman barges into your office, earning an unimpressed expression from you. You know that Roman calls Deaver a bat because he locks himself in a cage, but you still hate any form of teasing in your home.
"I heard that, Godfrey." You frown, "If I hear you call Deaver a bat again, you'll be grounded."
"Sorry, ma'am." Godfrey said, trying to look guilty.
"Well, what is it you want from me, Godfrey?" You ask, beckoning Roman to sit down.
Roman's expression changed to worry, which wasn't an expression you saw often. He turned around, checking if any of the teens were outside. The cost was clear. Roman took a seat in front of your desk, a self-conscious look on his face.
"Is everything alright, Roman?" You ask, concerned.
"I didn't want to say anything if front of the other teens," Roman began, "But I was wondering... if you'd help me....study?"
You smile, relieved that it wasn't something serious. Roman won't ask for help in front of others, but alone with you, he will ask you for help. Roman doesn't let any of the teens see his soft side, but you know, that deep down, Roman can be a kind boy.
"Yes, Roman," You answer, "I'll help you study. Tomorrow, when you get back from school, meet me back here and I'll help you study."
Chapter Three
The next day was Monday, which a day of practice exams. You spent the whole day reading through text books and old notebooks, to refresh your memory and prepare to help the teens with their studying.
You sit in your office, when you hear the front door open. The teens come rushing into the house, most of them heading up to their rooms to study.
You hear footsteps approach the office, then the door swings open.
"Afternoon, Godfrey." You say. "Have a seat."
Roman closes the door and takes a seat in front of your desk. He takes of his rucksack, places it onto the floor and pulls out his text books and notebooks.
"So, what topics do you need help with?" You question.
"Maths and English." Roman answered, placing the two notebooks onto the desk.
"Alright then," you say, taking the books into your hand, "What are you being tested on?"
"Well, creative writing is the English topic." Roman answered, "And indices is the Maths topic."
You smile, "Oh, that won't be a problem."
You start with English, which was ironically your favourite subject (You got an A+ for all your English exams). You see that Roman is struggling with meeting the word minimum. The word count minimum being 2000, and his narrative is only 1400. You're about 30 minutes into helping Roman, when someone knocks at the door.
You walk towards the door and open it just a crack, just enough to see who was outside. You meet eyes with Gordon, who had a very stern expression.
"It's everything alright, Merkel?" You ask, being sure to show as little of your office as possible (To hide that Roman was in there).
"Not really, ma'am." Gordon answered, reaching into his pocket.
Merkel held out his hand, revealing the collection of house keys, you keep in the corridor. You count them and realise one is missing. You know exactly which one is gone. You sigh annoyedly, knowing exactly what Gordon was hinting at.
"Has Deaver locked himself in the cage again?" You ask, a worth's look on your face.
Gordon nods, "And he's hidden the keys, again."
You sigh in frustration, "Get the teens together in the living room, I'll meet you out there."
"As you wish, ma'am." Gordon answers, walking away.
You step back into your office, catching eyes with Roman.
"Deaver has locked himself in the cage again, hasn't he?" Roman asks, an unimpressed expression on his face.
You nod, "And he's hidden the keys again. Come and help me find them."
Roman rolls his eyes, but obeys you're command. He follows you, as you exit the office and head into the living rooms. All the other teens are there, all except Deaver. You stand in front of the teens, preparing to make an announcement.
"Right, Merkel, Godfrey, Bradford and Zeitgeist, search the back garden." You say, "And Nilsson help me search the shed."
Chapter Four
The teens jump up and follow you as you walk to the back door. You have a massive back garden, which is my you assigned so many teens to search it. You and Simon head towards the shed, while the rest of the teens spilt up to search the garden.
You push the shed door open, immediately seeing the glistening eyes of Deaver, locked in the cage. You're not mad at him, since he's not the only teen who locks himself away when he gets stressed. This is the reason you brought Simon with you, so you can keep an eye on him.
"You search the back shelves and I'll search the warehouse section." You say, glancing over at Simon.
You rush towards the small warehouse you have set up in the shed, since this is where the keys were last time.
"Sorry, ma'am." Deaver's voice suddenly calls from behind you.
"You don't have to apologise, sweetheart." You say, "You're not the only one who locked themselves away when they get stressed."
"Found them!" Merkel called from outside.
You're about to rush outside, when you hear Deaver start to cry. You turn around, seeing Deaver covering his face and sobbing. You sit down on the shed floor, reaching through the cage bars and gently grabbing Deaver's hand.
"I don't want to take the exams, ma'am." Deaver mutters, looking at you with his multicoloured eyes.
"I know, sweetheart." You say, "I was the same when I was younger."
"Exams made you anxious too?" Deaver asks.
"Oh, yes." You answer, "I used to lock myself in my bedroom, hoping something would happen to stop the exams."
A slight smile spreads across Deaver's face, which makes you grin as well. Merkel suddenly enters the shed, kneeling beside you and giving you the keys.
"You and the rest of the teens are dismissed, thank you for your assistance." You say, taking the keys from Merkel.
Gordon nodded in acknowledgment, before standing up and walking out of the shed. You place the key in the lock of the cage, twisting it clockwise and causing the door to open. You push the cage door, so it is wide enough for you to enter. You sit beside Deaver, gently stroking his face, comfortingly. He leans his head on your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.
"Do you think I'll pass the exams?" Deaver asks, looking up at you.
"Of course you will, sweetie." You say, "You just need to believe in yourself."
"I guess you're right, ma'am." Deaver agrees, "As always."
You smile, "Now we better get back inside, it'll be getting dark soon."
You and Deaver stand up and leave the shed. As you enter the house, you are surprised to see none of the teens are in the living room. Deaver follows you as you search the house, you eventually find all the teens in the library, studying.
Deaver walks away from you, grabs a book on mathematics and sits at the desk to begin reading. You hear soft footsteps approach you from behind, you glance back, catching the gaze of a freshly woken Pearl.
"Evening, ma'am." He says, politely.
"Evening, sweetheart." You answer, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," Pearl says, "But I was woken by commotion from downstairs. Is everything ok?"
"Everything is fine now." You explain, "Deaver locked himself in the cage again, and hid the keys."
"Are the exams making him anxious, again?" Pearl asks.
"Yes, they are making poor Deaver anxious." You answer, looking over at The Kid.
Pearl leaves you side, taking a seat beside Deaver. He says something to Deaver, before hugging him comfortingly. You smile, loving when you see the teens comforting each other.
Chapter Five
By 9pm, all the teens were in bed, all but Pearl. Since you come school him, he has his first two exams tonight. You sit with him in the library, holding two exam papers.
"The first exam is mathematics, you'll have 1 hour to complete it." You explain, placing the exam in front of Pearl.
You see that Pearl is nervous, so you gently rub his shoulder, smiling.
"Don't worry yourself about it, Pearl." You say, "Just try your best."
Pearl smiles back, before grabbing his pencil and preparing to begin the exam. You check your watch, and when the clock strikes the next minute, you tell Pearl to begin the exam. You stand up, walk to the far corner of the library and sit down in one of the bean bags.
You start reading a book you'd prepared for this moment, checking your watch constantly. At the 50 minute point, Pearl calls you, saying he's finished the exam.
"Did you check through it?" You ask, standing up.
Pearl nods, "I've checked three times."
You grab the exam paper, quickly reading over it, before placing it in a binder.
"Do you want a break before you do the next exam?" You ask.
"Yes, please." Pearl answers, smiling thankfully.
You check your watch again, before resuming your reading. After about 8 minutes, you look up. Pearl has a pile of card stock rectangles, which he was writing a message on each individual one. You couldn't see what he was writing, since he was covering the message with his hand.
You check your watch, "It's been 10 minutes, are you ready to start the next exam?"
"Yes, ma'am." Pearl answers, gathering all the cards and placing them in his pocket.
You grab the next exam paper, "This one is History. You'll have the same amount of time, one hour."
You place the exam in front of Pearl, "And remember, just try your best."
You check your watch and again when the arm strikes the minute, you tell Pearl to begin. You stand up and walk back to the bean bag area. You resume reading, checking you watch often. Again, at the 50 minute point, Pearl calls you.
"I've checked it four times." Pearl said, as if reading your mind.
You stand up, taking a seat beside Pearl. You grab the exam and quickly read through it, before placing it in the binder.
"That's the exams done for the night." You say, "You did very well, sweetie."
"Thank you, ma'am." Pearl says, smiling.
Pearl takes out the cards and starts writing on them. You resume reading, getting through 5 chapters, when you start to feel tired. You gently close the book, placing it on the desk in front of you. You look over at Pearl, who was face down on the desk, asleep.
"Come on, sweetheart." You say, placing your hand on Pearl's shoulder, "Let's get you to bed."
Pear slowly stirs, siting up and yawning. He gathers the cards and follows you as you stand and exit the library. You watch as Pearl walks up the stairs, but before he heads to his bedroom, he slides something under the bedroom door of each teen.
You don't think much of this, and just head to bed.
You awake at dawn, knowing that this morning is going to be stressful. You quickly get dressed and head into the kitchen. You make each teen an individual breakfast, consisting of their favorite breakfast food.
You lay the plates on the dining table, placing the cutlery and glasses along side them. You pour each teen a glass of organic orange juice, as well as a cup of water. The clock strikes 7am, and the teens begin stirring. You stand in the living room, watching as each teen exits their room and descends the staircase.
"Breakfast is on the dining table." You call.
As the teens pass by, you notice they are all holding a small piece of card stock. You recognise the cards, they were from Pearl. You follow the teens into the dining room, watching to be sure they behave themselves. You walk behind each teen, checking if the need anything.
As you walk behind Deaver, you see the small card on the table beside his plate. You lean over him, and read the message written on it.
Dear Henry D
Good luck for the exams
Just try your best, and that will be more than enough
From Henry P
You smile, releasing that was what Pearl was doing last night, writing good luck cards for all the teens.
Chapter Six
1 week later...
The teens return home with a report card, showing the exam results. That night, your also write Pearl's report card, planning to tell all the teens their grades tomorrow morning. You place the finished report card on the des in front of you and start reading, when you hear footsteps approach the office, which were accompanied by sniffles and soft sobs. You stand up, rushing to the office entrance. You pull the door open, finding Pearl and Deaver approaching you. Deaver was crying, Pearl hugging him comfortingly. You could see that Pearl was anxious, but was trying to hide it.
"What's happened?" You ask, kneeling in front of the two teens.
"I caught him exiting his room." Pearl explains, "He says he was going to the shed."
Deaver covered his face and sobbed harder. Pearl rubs Deaver's shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" You ask, gently grabbing Deaver's arms and lowering them, so you could see his face.
"Th....the r...report" Deaver stuttered, "I know I failed."
"No, no, no." You say, "You didn't fail, sweetie."
Deaver looks up at you, trying to decipher what you were hinting at.
"I was going to tell you all your grades tomorrow morning." You explain, "But, I can see you need to know. Follow me."
You lead Deaver into your office, but before your shut the door, you turn to Pearl.
"You can come in too." You say, "I can see you're anxious as well."
You shut the office door once Pearl enters. The two teens take a seat in front of your desk, staring at the pile of report cards on the desk. You take a seat behind your desk, rummaging through the pile and finding Pearl and Deaver's report cards.
"Deaver, I'll start with your report." You say, opening the report card.
You read through the results, unknowingly changing your facial expression to surprise.
"What is it?" Deaver asks, fighting back tears.
"A+ for all subjects." You answer, "And the comment from the teacher reads: Outstanding work Henry, unbelievable intelligence for such a young age...However, I have once criticism."
Tears trickled down Deaver's face, as he waited your answer.
"You need to believe in yourself and be more confident in your skills." You answer.
"That's just what you said." Deaver mutters.
"That's because it's true, sweetheart." You answer, "You need to be more confident."
You look at Pearl, who was staring shyly at the floor. You see tears beginning to form in his eyes and drip down his face.
"Pearl, now it's your turn." You say, opening his report card.
"You don't need to worry, Pearl." Deaver whispers.
Pearl tries smile, but you can see he's holding back tears.
"Again, A+ for all subjects." You say, smiling."
"Really?" Pearl asks, "Are you sure that's mine?"
"I'm certain, Pearl." You answer, "I wrote your report myself, so I'm sure."
"Well done, Pearl." Deaver mutters.
"Well done to you too." Pearl answers.
"Now, get to be your two." You say, "Its getting late."
The two teens obey you, standing up and heading upstairs to sleep. You gather all the report cards into a pile, preparing for the morning announcement. You're getting tired, so you head to bed.
Chapter Seven
"Everyone in the living room, in 5!" You call, entering the dining room, alerting all the teens of your announcement.
You grab the report cards from in your office, then head into the living room. The teens were all sitting on the lounge, their faces turning to anxiety when they saw the report cards.
"For I read out these grades," You begin, "I just want to remind you all, that if you tried your best during these exams, I'll be more than happy with your grade."
You open the first report card, "Merkel."
A+ for all subjects.
You race through the other reports, being shocked to find all teens got A+ for all subjects. You see all the teens are happy with their grades, with the room's ambiance changing from anxious to joyful. You dismiss all the teens after all the grades are read out, you're about to head back to your office, when the voice of a teen calls your name.
"Ma'am..." Roman's voice calls from behind you.
You turn around, "Yes, Godfrey."
"I...I wanted to say thank you for helping me study." Roman answers, hesitantly.
You smile, "You're very much welcome. And I have to say, I'm very proud of you for getting such high grades."
A slight smile spreads over Roman's face, before he walked back to the living room. As you pass the stairs, you see the outline of Pearl standing at top of the staircase.
"What are you doing awake?" You ask, walking up the stairs and approaching.
"I wanted to know the grades for the other teens." Pearl answers, "It's so amazing that they all got A+."
"Well, a simple act of kindness, can make a huge impact." You say.
"You know about the cards?" Pearl asks.
You nod, "It was very kind of your to do that for all the teens. I believe those cards, were the reason all the teens got such high grades. A little act of kindness can make all the difference."
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MY TRUE SELF-THE BOYZ’S JUYEON SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER IV. SURPRISE BIRTHDAY GIFT
CHAPTERS 1 / 2 / 3 / 5 -RATED M /
FAST FORWARD...
It was Monday and they went to the office and while they are working...
“ Juyeon, I am sad that you are on a half-day today!” Y/N said and pouted.
“Haha! If I will be a full-time employee, I can do it but I can’t leave all my clients just to my friend.” Juyeon said.
“I understand Juyeon! You are also a big help for me whenever you are working for a whole-day.” Y/N said and Juyeon laughs at her.
“I really think that clients really like your service to them. Huh?” Y/N said.
“Of course! Being a certified to something you have expertise, clients can trust you more.” Juyeon said.
“You have a point Juyeon and you get more recognize too, right?” Y/N said.
“Sometimes I get recognize. But you know even though I told you that I am tired from doing my other work outside in the office, I still love what I am doing because I can help other people.” Juyeon said.
“Oh! Are you slightly revealing me your other work/business to me, Juyeon?” Y/N asked.
“I guess, I am just giving you a hint. That's all!” Juyeon said and winked at her.
“Oh! I see! At least I have an idea now that you are helping people.” Y/N said.
“Yup! Does it mean your curiosity is slowly fading away, Y/N?” Juyeon asked.
“Because of your hint to me, I really might not be curious anymore.” Y/N said and smiled at him.
“That’s good, Y/N! I have to work now! I can join lunch break with you then I will leave the office.” Juyeon said.
“Oh! Ok! You can inform Eric.” Y/N said and smiled to Juyeon. Then he sends a message to Eric.
THEIR CONVERSATION...
Juyeon: Good morning Eric!
Eric: Hey! Good morning too Juyeon! Is there any problem?
Juyeon: No, I don’t have any problems. I just want to tell you that I am going to join lunch break with all of you and after having a lunch break as usual I will leave the office to meet my clients.
Eric: Oh! That’s good Juyeon! Sejin noona just informed that you have a new client.
Juyeon: Seriously? Sejin told you about it? It seems you two are also really close too huh!
Eric: Yup! We are really close too! Haha!
Juyeon: Sejin just recommended me to her another friend.
Eric: Oh! I see! Then Sejin noona’s friend became your client now?
Juyeon: Yup! But I still I have to talk to her when I meet her.
Eric: Oh! Ok! I have to work now! See you later!
Juyeon: ok! See you later Eric!
END OF CONVERSATION.
“Why does Sejin have to tell Eric about my new client? That’s really strange.” Juyeon thought.
Then as time goes by, it was time for their lunch break and they went to the cafeteria with Juyeon.
“Hey Juyeon! I thought you are going to leave the office now!” Chanhee said.
“I think that starting today before I leave the office, I will join lunch break with you guys!” Juyeon said and smiled at them.
“That’s good Juyeon! But aren’t you going to be late to meet your clients?” Changmin asked.
“I adjusted my schedule so, that I can have lunch with you guys because I am lonely whenever I go for lunch break before meeting with my clients I am always alone and it feels great to have a companion while eating lunch.” Juyeon said.
“Oh! I am happy that you decided to have lunch break before leaving the office.” Eric said
“Does it mean every day you will have lunch break with us now?” Y/N said.
“Ne! So, that I will not be alone whenever I eat lunch!” Juyeon said and smiled at them.
“By the way, Y/N your birthday is coming!” Chanhee said.
“Oh! I didn’t know that your birthday is coming and you don’t tell me!” Juyeon said.
“Why? Are you going to give me a gift?” Y/N said and smiled at Juyeon and he laughed.
“Ei! Stop that the two of you! Are you already dating? ” Changmin said.
“We are not dating Changmin! It was just a joke of course!” Y/N said and they laughed.
“It’s ok for me, to give a gift to you Y/N if you want.” Juyeon said and looked at her.
“I am just joking Juyeon, no need to give me a gift ok?” Y/N said.
“Ok! You said so Y/N! “ Juyeon said and smiled at her.
“Because it’s my birthday, I will have my birthday leave on Wednesday and you can go to my place after work. I will order some food for us” Y/N said and smiled at them.
“Don’t worry! We will definitely go there!” Chanhee said.
“Count me in Y/N!” Changmin said.
“Of course! I will go to Y/N!” Eric said.
“How about you Juyeon?” Y/N said and looked at him.
“I will try to come on Wednesday, because I have a new client that I will meet in the same day. I will send you a message If I will go to your place ok?” Juyeon said.
“Oh! Ok! I will just wait for your message!” Y/N said and smiled at him.
“Don’t worry Y/N! I will surely go to your birthday celebration.”Juyeon said and looked at her.
“Seriously, are you really going to be that cheesy to Y/N, Juyeon?” Eric said and they laughed.
“Yah! Stop it Eric!” Y/N said and they laughed more and when they are finished in their lunch...
“I have to leave now guys! My client is waiting for me now! See you tomorrow!” Juyeon said and wave goodbyes to them and left the office and then when Juyeon left the office.
“It really feels different that Juyeon is not working for the whole day.” Y/N said to herself and someone heard her words and it was Changmin.
“Why Y/N? Do you miss him now?” Changmin asked.
“Yes! I miss his appearance!” Y/N said loudly and then she realized that she just answered to someone.
“Did I hear it right Y/N? You miss him now?” Changmin said and teased her.
“My gosh! What did I just tell earlier!” Y/N thought.
“No! It was just because he was a big help for me ok?” Y/N said.
“Ei! Don’t break your words Y/N! You just told me now your answer to my question!” Changmin said and laughs.
“Aish! I’m doomed! “Y/N said and covers her face with embarrassment.
“I already got you now Y/N! That you are really attracted to Juyeon.” Changmin said.
“Fine! I admit that I am attracted to Juyeon but it doesn’t mean that I like him in a romantic way ok?” Y/N said.
“Are you sure about that, Y/N? I am not totally convinced with what you said now.” Changmin said.
“I am really sure about my feelings ok? Fine! whatever you are thinking right now, I don’t mind!” Y/N said and Changmin laughed.
“We’ll see that Y/N! I will never be surprised that one day you will be with Juyeon.” Changmin said and continued to tease her and went back to his working station.
“Aish! Changmin doesn’t believe me!” Y/N thought. Then after few hours, it was time for them to go home and while Y/N is with Eric.
“Y/N, I heard you and Changmin having some conversation and I heard that you are really attracted to Juyeon!” Eric said.
“Aish! I admit I am attracted to him but I don’t see him as man its just a friend ok?” Y/N said.
“Ok! You said it Y/N! I will remember your words!” Eric said and he slightly laughed.
“Thank you for believing me Eric! Changmin keeps telling me that I am lying to my own feelings!” Y/N said.
“Well, It’s your choice Y/N! I will not interfere in your life since I am just your close friend too.” Eric said and Y/N sighed.
“Why? Is there any problem Y/N?” Eric said.
“Nothing Eric! I am just really tired that’s all!” Y/N said.
“Oh! I see! You should rest now when we reached your place ok?” Eric said and Y/N nodded and in few minutes, they reached her apartment and...
“Thanks again for driving me home every day! I have to rest now! Bye see you tomorrow Eric!” Y/N said.
“Ne! Good night and see you tomorrow!” Eric and waved goodbye to her and left her and Y/N went inside to her apartment to sleep and rest.
NEXT DAY...
It was Tuesday morning and it was one day before Y/N’s birthday. While they are working inside the office, Juyeon came closer to Y/N to give her some files but when he was getting closer to him...
“Aish! Why does he have to wear his clothes that tight! It’s kind a revealing!” Y/N thought and her thoughts were cut-off when he was in front of her and...
“Juyeon, can I ask you something?” Y/N said.
“Why? Is there something wrong?” Juyeon asked.
“Do you really love wearing those tight clothes even though it’s a formal attire?” Y/N said and Juyeon laughed at her.
“Why? Is it distracting to you Y/N? Tell me.” Juyeon said and looked at her.
“Yes, I’m a bit distracted to your attire today!” Y/N said.
“Seriously? In the past few days, I already wore like this formal attire and yet you only just notice them?” Juyeon said and laughs at her.
“Aish! Never mind Juyeon!” Y/N said and didn’t look at Juyeon.
“You know Y/N, I am thinking that you are distracted of my clothes because of my body, aren’t you?” Juyeon said as he went closer to her and winked at Y/N.
“Stop that Juyeon! I am not fantasizing over your body ok?”Y/N said.
“Are you sure about that? I noticed you so many times that you are staring at me.” Juyeon said.
“I told you already that it was just only my habit to stare at other people ok? Don’t ever think that I am checking out your body ok?” Y/N said.
“Ok! You said it Y/N! I have to go back to work.” Juyeon said and he went back to his working station and...
“Aish! Juyeon is really teasing me! I shouldn’t have told him about his clothes!” Y/N thought and cover her face in embarrassment and someone saw her actions.
“Y/N! Why are you like that? Did something happen?” Chanhee asked.
“Nothing! Don’t mind me Chanhee!” Y/N said.
“I think you’re not okay Y/N, is it because of Juyeon?” Chanhee said and laughs.
“No! Stop it ok? I have to focus now in my work! Just go back to work Chanhee! Let’s just talk later in lunch break.” Y/N said.
“Ok! See you later!” Chanhee said and went back to his working station. Then while they are still focused in working...
“It looks like Y/N really starts to fall for my charm huh?’ Juyeon thought and smiles as he looks at her from afar. Then as hours passed by, it was their lunch break and they all went to the cafeteria.
“Y/N tomorrow is your birthday! I hope lots of food tomorrow in your place! Haha!” Eric said and the others laughed.
“Don’t worry ok? I will order a lot food for all of you!” Y/N said and smiled at them.
“I hope that Juyeon will be able to go tomorrow because he will be the first one to leave in our office.” Changmin said.
“Don’t worry, I will make it on time to go to her place.” Juyeon said and smiled at her.
“I will expect that Juyeon!” Y/N said and smiled back to him.
“You know guys, I saw Y/N earlier that she blushes after she talked to Juyeon.” Chanhee said.
“Yah! Why did you bring that up Chanhee!” Y/N said and pouted and they all laughed at her.
“Juyeon, can you tell us about what did the two of you talked earlier?” Changmin said.
“No Juyeon! Don’t tell them!” Y/N said and Juyeon laughed at her.
“I am sorry Y/N, it seems they are really interested haha! Y/N told me that why I am wearing such tight formal attire. I told her that I already wore this kind of clothes in the past few days and she just noticed it now” Juyeon said and Y/N covers her face in embarrassment again.
“Ei! It looks like Y/N is really distracted to you huh?” Eric said.
“Yup! I think she is and also, I notice her that she is staring at me many times.” Juyeon said and looked at her.
“Can you stop teasing me guys! I am getting embarrassed here! Aish!” Y/N said.
“OK! we will stop now! But why did you ask Juyeon like that earlier?” Eric asked.
“I will admit that I am distracted to his clothes! But please don’t get me wrong ok?” Y/N said and they laughed again.
“Ok We get it Y/N! Does it mean you want Juyeon to change his attire?” Changmin asked.
“No need for him to change his attire, I am just the one who has a problem with it ok? Just change topic, will you?” Y/N said and they laughed.
“I am sorry Y/N, I was the one who distracted you.” Juyeon said and winked at her.
“It’s ok Juyeon! No need to change your style of your attire.” Y/N said and smiled at him.
“I will not be really surprised one day Y/N will date Juyeon.” Changmin said.
“Me too! You should inform us if Juyeon became your boyfriend ok? Chanhee said.
“I should be the first one to know, I am Y/N’s best friend.” Eric said.
“Yah! Y/N also consider us best friends too and we also went to a trip with her last weekend.” Chanhee said.
“Oh! Ok! Y/N didn’t tell me that she went a trip with the two of you.” Eric said.
“I am sorry about that Eric. I was just really tired after our trip but it was fun.” Y/N said.
“Oh ok! I understand Y/N!” Eric said. After their lunch break it was time for Juyeon to leave the office.
“I have to go guys! I will do my best tomorrow Y/N in working here while you are not in the office and I will try my best to go to your birthday celebration too.” Juyeon said.
“Ne! If you have any concerns, Chanhee and Changmin can help you tomorrow while I am on a leave. But I hope I can see you tomorrow too!” Y/N said and smiled at him.
“Ne! Don’t worry! I really have to go bye! Take care guys!” Juyeon said as he waved goodbye to them and left the office. Then they went back to work and while they are working, Chanhee sends a message to Eric.
THEIR CONVERSATION...
Chanhee: Eric, you want to join with us we will buy a gift for Y/N after work?
Eric: I want to but I am one who is driving her home.
Chanhee: I have an idea, you can at least contribute money for the gift then, me and Changmin will buy the gift.
Eric: Ok! I can give you now the contribution for the gift.
Chanhee: Ok! Great! Don’t worry I will write all our names to the gift.
Eric: Ok! Thanks, Chanhee!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After their conversation, Eric went to Chanhee’s working station and handed the contribution for Y/N’s gift and Y/N saw Eric just went back to his working station after giving some money to Chanhee.
“Why did Eric give some money to Chanhee?” Y/N thought and she just didn’t asked Eric about what she saw. Then hours passed by it was time for to go home and while they are going to Y/N’s place...
“Y/N, is Sejin noona will come tomorrow in your birthday celebration?” Eric asked.
“I think she might not come tomorrow but she said that she will deliver me a birthday gift tomorrow.” Y/N said.
“Oh! I wonder what is her gift to you!” Eric said and smiled at her.
“Me too! I am really curious for tomorrow!” Y/N said and smiled back. Then few minutes, they reached Y/N’s apartment.
“Advance Happy birthday Y/N! Have a nice day tomorrow and See you!” Eric said.
“Ne! Thanks, Eric! Take care and see you tomorrow!” Y/N said and smiled at him and Eric waved goodbye to her and left Y/N outside her apartment and she went in.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow! I have to prepare for it! “Y/N said to herself and smiles. Then she went to sleep and rest for her birthday celebration.
NEXT DAY...
It was Y/N’s birthday and she slightly decorated her apartment and ordered some food for dinner. While in the office...
It was first time for Juyeon to work without Y/N and he decided to send a message to Y/N and she received the message from Juyeon.
“Happy Birthday Y/N! I will try to go to your place this evening! Have a nice day! - L.J “
When she saw his message, Y/N smiled and she replied.
“Thank you! Juyeon! I hope you are working well there without me! -Y/N”
“Don’t worry! Changmin and Chanhee is helping me whenever I have problems. - L.J “
“Oh! That’s good! I have to do something now! I hope I can see you later! - Y/N “
“Ne! I have to go back to work! Bye! See you later! - L.J “
After exchanging text messages to each other, Juyeon didn’t know that someone is behind him and its Changmin.
“You’re so sweet Juyeon!” Changmin said and Juyeon was kind a startled at his presence behind him.
“Changmin! I almost had a heart attack! I didn’t know you were behind me!” Juyeon said.
“I am sorry about that Juyeon!” Changmin said and laughed.
“Y/N just asked me if I am working well here while she is not here and I told her that you and Chanhee are helping me.” Juyeon said.
“Oh! I see! So, do you still have any concerns and problems?” Changmin asked.
“For now, I don’t have. Don’t worry! will tell you if I have any questions or concerns. Thanks, Changmin!” Juyeon said.
“Ok! I will go back to work now! See you on lunch break!” Changmin said and Juyeon nodded. Then Changmin went back to his working station and Juyeon continues to work. While Y/N is doing something in her apartment someone called her and its Sejin.
THEIR CONVERSATION...
Sejin: Happy birthday my dear Y/N! I am sad that I will not be able to go to your birthday celebration.
Y/N: Thanks, Sejin! Don’t worry! I understand. What time your gift will arrive?
Sejin: I think the gift for you will arrive between 1-2pm. Just wait for it ok?
Y/N: ok! I am just really curious what is your gift to me.
Sejin: Oh! I see! Just be patient ok? Just have fun in your birthday celebration later! I have to go somewhere now! Bye! Happy birthday again Y/N!
Y/N: Ok! Thank you again, Sejin! Take care! I love you sis!
Sejin: Ne! Take care too! I love you too sis!
END OF CONVERSATION.
“I don’t why I am feeling more curious about her gift. Oh! Well, I should really just wait for it!” Y/N thought and she continues to do some decorations in her apartment.
In their office, it was time for them to have lunch break.
“Chanhee, did you bring the gift for Y/N that I contribute to you with Changmin?” Eric asked.
“Yes! Its wrapped in a box. me and Changmin chose the gift for her last night before going home.” Chanhee said.
“We forgot about Juyeon to tell about Y/N’s gift.” Changmin said.
“It’s ok! I already have a gift for her too.” Juyeon said and smiled to them.
“Oh! Does it mean that you will be able to go to Y/N’s place later?” Eric said.
“Yup! Since I have only one new client to meet this day. So, expect I will be early to go to her place.” Juyeon said and smiled.
“That’s great! I bet Y/N will be happy!” Changmin said and smiled at him.
“This will be an interesting day for Y/N!” Eric thought ad smirked.
“It feels different that Y/N is not with us.” Chanhee said.
“You’re right Chanhee! Because it’s fun to tease her” Changmin said and they laughed.
“Honestly, you are not teasing her, you are linking her with some guys.” Eric said then Changmin and Chanhee laughed.
“Eric is right! But I understand because you want Y/N to date someone now. Am I right?” Juyeon asked.
“Yes! Because her friend, Sejin is married and then Y/N still not dating until now and Sejin noona also nags her about dating someone too.” Chanhee said.
“But it looks like Y/N will finally find a man who can date her now.” Changmin said and he looked at Juyeon then Eric and Chanhee laughs.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Changmin? Y/N was just attracted to me but we don’t have any idea if she really likes me ok? Don’t assume things between us.” Juyeon said and they laugh at him more.
“Ok! We get it Juyeon! I think we should just wait for that day!” Eric said.
“Aish! I am now the one who you want to tease me while Y/N is on leave!” Juyeon said
“We’re sorry about that Juyeon because we haven’t seen Y/N before to be very alive and enthusiastic working in the office when you came here in the company.” Chanhee said.
“Oh! I see! I didn’t expect that! It means that Y/N is slowly changing.Is that what you want to tell me too?” Juyeon asked.
“Yes! Ever since you came here in the company, I think she became more inspired.” Eric said.
“Oh ok! It means my presence to her really matters.” Juyeon said and smiled.
“Yes! That’s why we really think that Y/N is just denying about her feelings to you.” Changmin said.
“Well, let’s not jump to conclusions immediately, we should just wait for what will happen ok?” Juyeon said.
“You have a point Juyeon! Let’s just wait for her to open her heart again.” Chanhee said. Then after their lunch break, it was time of Juyeon to leave the office to meet his new client.
“I have to go guys! See you later on Y/N’s place!” Juyeon said.
“Ne! Take care Juyeon! See you later!” Eric said and they waved goodbyes to Juyeon and then Juyeon left the office and he checks the address of his new client and he inserts the address to his GPS tracker for him to drive safely going to the new client. Then few minutes, he reached the location and went in front of the door of his new client and rang the doorbell and when someone opened the door. Juyeon was shocked because his new client is Y/N.
“Oh shit! Seriously Y/N is my new client? Did just Sejin set us up! Aish!” Juyeon thought.
“Oh! Juyeon you’re early huh! Come in!” Y/N said and Juyeon just came in to her apartment.
Then someone called Y/N and it was Sejin.
THEIR CONVERSATION...
Y/N: Sejin! Why did you call me now?
“Sejin called her now! My gosh! Her friend is really unbelievable!” Juyeon thought.
Sejin: Did you already receive my surprise birthday gift to you?
Y/N: huh? I don’t understand you Sejin. I didn’t receive any delivery from you.
Sejin: Can you turn the call into a loud speaker?
Y/N: why? I really don’t understand you.
Sejin: Just do it Y/N! I want to hear someone
Y/N: The only person here with me is Juyeon the one I mention to you for the past few days.
Sejin: Ok! Let me speak to him now!
Y/N: Why? You know him Sejin?
Sejin: Yes! Y/N, so can you let me speak to him with a loud speaker?
Y/N: ok fine! *then she called Juyeon to come closer to her*
but before Y/N made the call in to a loud speaker.
“Juyeon, you also know Sejin?” Y/N asked.
“Ne! I know her!” Juyeon said.
“But how? Just explain it to me later after the call because she wants me to turn this call in a loud speaker and she wants to speak with you.” Y/N said and Juyeon nodded.
Sejin: Is everybody there alright now?
Y/N: Ne! Juyeon is beside me right now!
Sejin: Good! Juyeon, did you tell her already now, why did you come early to her apartment?
Juyeon: Not yet Sejin! Should I tell her now?
Sejin: You should tell her now Juyeon.
“What is Sejin saying? Tell me Juyeon. I am confused right now!” Y/N said.
I WILL LEAVE A LITTLE CLIFF HANGER WITH THIS CHAPTER ;)
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say it before you run out of time || B. Hardy || part VIII
Word count: 1.9k+
Summary: Ben and the reader have been friends since childhood. And along the way reader falls in love with him. But it might be too late when another girl shows up claiming that she’s his girlfriend.
Warnings: someone is talking about dick a lot - dick jokes, hints at adult content; genuinely horrible writing-what can you expect from a person who isn't English native speaker
A/n: hmu if you want to be tagged in future chapters. u bet your sweet ass that I am listening to Mary Shelly’s soundtrack (and crying)
part I part II part III part IV part V part VI part VII part VIII part IX part X part XI part XII part XIII
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That night it was meant for you to share the guest bedroom with Rose and Maddie. The bed big enough to fit all three of you.
“We’ll take the floor.” Maddie smirked.
“Why?” you said, confused as to why you couldn’t share the bed.
“Because you are going to sleep late.” Maddie explained.
“Till the last second.” Rose said, grabbing the pillow out of the bed.
There was a slight knock on the door.
“Come in?” Maddie said as you all turned to the door. Rose standing near the bed with pillows in her hands and Maddie spinning on the chair while you were sitting on the bed, hoarding all the blankets.
“Share, please.” Rose had hissed at you playfully.
“You got everything?” came Ben’s voice from other side of the door.
“Couple more pillows maybe?” Maddie called out.
“You got it.” Ben was gone for couple minutes and with a knock opened the doors, this time having three more pillows under his arms.
“Here.” He said giving two pillows to Maddie and throwing the third at you.
“Thank you.” Rose thanked him and then looked between Ben and you.
“So…” She trailed off.
“So what?” You narrowed your eyes at Rose.
“You know… earlier and stuff…” Rose said with a shrug.
“I am not talking about that with you. Definitely not with you.” Ben pointed at Rose.
“Why? Because I saw your boner?” Rose furrowed her brows.
“Rose!” you chided at her.
“What? Was it any good?” Rose looked at you. You looked back at her with delirious look.
“I think I’m going now.” Ben said taking a step back, light blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Good night, Ben.” You said softly.
“Good night. Except you, Rose.” Ben narrowed his eyes at her.
“What did you want me to say if you walked around with a raging boner?” Rose shrugged.
“Bloody hell, fuck off, Rose, will you?!” Ben rolled his eyes at her, giving her a middle finger.
“Stick it somewhere else.” Rose looked at you.
“Rose, you are drunk, stop please.” Maddie cried, trying not to laugh too hard.
“At least I don’t have a boner.” Rose shook her head.
“Are we going to discuss his dick any longer?” Maddie shielded her ears.
“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Ben looked at Rose, trying to understand why she hadn’t shut up already.
“Yeah, Ben, what’s up. I’m sure, y/n would love to know.” Rose said putting pillows down.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” You stood up from bed and went to push Ben out of the room.
“Hey, I was just getting started!” Rose whined.
“And now you just finished. Shut it!” you pointed at her and then continued to push Ben out of the room.
“I don’t like her when she’s drunk, she talks too much.” Ben narrowed his eyes staring at the doors behind you.
“She talks all the time. This time she has something interesting to talk about.” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“Interesting, yeah, sure.” Ben looked around to make sure no one was listening.
“Did you?” he asked after a moment.
“Did I what?” you furrowed your brows at him. Not saying a word, Ben only tilted his head at you waiting for the thought in your head to click.
“Oh, oh, OH. Shit….” You gasped, your eyes growing big.
“Yeah…” Ben smirked, biting his lip.
“Maybe…” you grinned up at him, taking a daring step closer to him, your chest brushing against his.
“Naughty girl…” Ben chucked, wrapping his left hand around your waist.
“Did you think of me?” he asked, searching your face.
“Yeah… and a lot of other things too….” You answered innocently, looking him up and down.
“You are killing me; do you know that?” Ben grabbed your face, so you would look at him.
“Nooo… I need you alive…” you whined playfully. With light chuckle Ben leaned down to softly peck your lips.
“Not here.” You pulled away from him, fearing that someone might walk on two of you.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Ben asked.
“It’s already tomorrow, Ben.” You giggled looking at the time in your phone.
“Alright, smartass. Stay, we are having a pool day.” He explained.
“We? Did Nina plan this?” you dared to mention her name.
“Yes, but only because everyone will have major hangover in the morning.” Ben tried to reason with you.
“I really shouldn’t. I have school on Monday.”
“Your houses won’t go anywhere, trust me.” Ben said, holding your shoulders and peering into your eyes.
“I’ll stay if- If there will be pancakes in the morning.” You pointed at him.
“Whatever you want, princess.” He said.
“Princess?” you tilted your head at him.
“Who am I kidding, you are a queen.” Ben sighed happily and with a glance to the side, leaned to connect his lips to yours.
“Dream of me…” you mumbled softly, giving one last peck to his lips.
“Of course...” Ben whispered and gently run his knuckle against your cheek.
Ben turned around to retire for the night, but you yanked on the back of his t-shirt.
“What?” He turned around.
“Give me your shirt. I need to sleep in something.” You whispered and slightly pulled on the hem of the sweater you were still wearing.
“Undressing me? Here in hallway?” he smirked and reached back to pull the shirt over his head. It was like unwrapping a birthday gift. He extended his hand to give the shirt, now standing only in his jeans. For a second you were debating if you should put a show for him by changing in front of him. Ok, you needed to be quick.
With sly smirk you turned towards the shut bedroom door, you crossed your hands and pulled the sweater off of your naked chest. Sending a quick wink towards Ben over your shoulder, you quickly pulled on his shirt.
“That should do.” You mumbled turning to face him again. Ben just stood there and looked at you with this adoring look in his eyes. It looked as if he wanted to tell you something but thought better of it and with light chuckle and kiss to your forehead, bid you goodnight.
After that, even thought, Maddie and Rose were already asleep on the floor, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from racing. And the fact that Ben had actually given you one of his personal pillows didn’t help much either. All you could smell was him. Grabbing you phone from underneath the pillow, you unlocked it and stared at it. What if you wake up in the morning and he will be back with Nina, you’ll be you-the uni student who has impossible crush on her best friend and can do absolutely nothing about it.
y/n: it’s 3:35 and the thought of you doesn’t let me sleep – you typed and let your finger hover above delete button. Biting you lower lip you hit send instead of delete like all those times before. You have to do something while there is still a chance. You putted the phone back under the pillow. And you wouldn’t read the message that adored your screen until you wake up in the morning.
bEnJaMiN: then don’t think of me but think of us
****Next morning.
Somehow you had slept so deeply that you didn’t notice that Maddie and Rose had exited the guest bedroom.
“Can we finally eat the breakfast already?” Nina whined sitting down at the table.
“Ben is not here, nor is y/n.” Maddie yawned and poured herself a glass of water.
“Ben is up, he’s going to be here in the sec, but I can start with out that girl.” Nina said reaching for a pancake.
“You finally thought to show up, boo?” Nina raised her eyes up as she saw Ben making his way to table.
Sending a wicked smile to Maddie, Rose cleared her throat and turned around in her chair to face Ben before he sat down:
“’Morning, Ben.” Rose started with fake happiness in her voice that Ben had come to learn was not real.
“Good morning, Rose.” Ben said suspiciously.
“Could you go and wake y/n up? She sleeps like a bear.” Rose said, that fake tone still apparent, but not to Maddie and Ben. Ben wanted to say something, but Rose continued:
“I would do so myself, but you are already standing, so I figured…”
“Alright, but if she’s angry it’s your fault.” Ben mumbled and pointed a finger at Rose.
“You’re welcome?” Rose grinned at him. To everyone else at the table it seemed that Rose was saying ‘you’re welcome’ just because he will have someone angry at him, but between Rose and Ben it meant that she was saying ‘you’re welcome’ because she had just given him an opportunity to spend time with you. At this moment Ben was glad that you had a friend like Rose or Maddie who so genuinely cared about your happiness.
With slight nod towards Rose, Ben looked at Nina. Girl seemed more interested in her phone that to be bothered if Ben was at the table next to her or not.
You didn’t hear the knock on the doors, so Ben quietly let himself in the bedroom. Closing the doors behind himself, he looked at your sleeping form. The blanket was around your waist as you were sleeping on your tummy, hands tucked underneath the pillows that Ben had given you last night. And the shirt that you had stolen from him had ridden up while you were sleeping, so that your back was exposed to the daylight that was seeping in the room through the curtains.
Not saying a word, Ben sat at the side of the bed and gently let his hand slide down your spine. You didn’t move, but just let out a low hum.
“’Morning, love.” Ben said quietly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your back.
With furrowed brows you slowly opened your eyes. Then sat up and looked around, finally letting your eyes focus on Ben.
“What... what are you doing in here?” you rubbed your eyes, felling Ben’s hand on your waist.
“Not even a good morning?” Ben pouted. You blushed and pecked his pouted lips.
“Good morning, Ben…” you whispered against his lips.
“Why are you here?” you let your hand rest delicately against his cheek.
“Rose is helping me steal some time with you.” Ben whispered, small smile gracing his lips.
“I could get used to waking up like this.” You smiled, looking around the bed.
“Definitely.” Ben grinned and stole another kiss from you. This time not thinking about stopping. His hands wrapped around your back as you fell backwards, pulling him with you.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that…” he smirked at you and pinned you down to bed, gently dragging his lips up your neck till your jawline. With his teeth he sent chills down your spine.
“Ben…” you sang out, letting your legs wrap around him. He looked deeply in your eyes and pressed that cunning smile of his against your wanting lips. Next second you were pushing up his shirt, suddenly hating how it felt against your hands. Ben didn’t protest, silently pulled off his shirt and just got faster back to your lips. You were finally able to touch his chest, running your hands along his muscles. It felt as if you couldn’t get him close enough. Pulling, grabbing at each other, moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Still got them on, don’t you?” Ben mumbled against your neck as his hand slid down your waist and side of the leg.
“Why don’t you see for yourself…?” you grabbed his hand and along your own dragged it down the front of your body till you stopped at the hem of your lace panties.
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and I oop...
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Friday
A Weekend at the Josephs | Series Masterlist
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2778
Author’s Note: Yes! A new miniseries. This will run from today through Saturday (a little confusing because of when the story is set, I know) and then posting will return to normal :) also this totally had an author’s note the entire time. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Enjoy the chapter! (picture credit)
I idly tapped my fingers against the edge of the car door as I looked out the window at the passing trees. My parents were talking quietly in the front seat, going over their flight details and what they would do when they arrived in Oregon. The radio was playing, although I could just barely make out whatever pop song was on over the sound of their conversation.
“I don’t understand why I can’t just stay at home,” I said, interjecting myself into their conversation.
My mom sighed, having already heard this same argument from me three times this morning. She turned slightly over her shoulder so that I could see her face, but kept her attention on the road in front of her.
“It just gives me peace of mind to know that you’re with the Josephs, sweetheart. Staying home alone overnight can be scary. Besides, aren’t you and Tyler close?”
“But I’m twenty, Mom. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself now.”
“It’s only a weekend. It’s going to be over before you know it,” my dad added.
“Exactly. It’s just a weekend,” I mumbled.
“I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but I would rather you don’t have to worry about it.”
I crossed my arms and turned back to the window, deciding there was no point in fighting anymore. The argument had been lost the moment that I got into the car with my parents.
“Aren’t you excited to spend a weekend with Tyler?”
“No.”
“Why not? He’s your best friend.”
“Yeah, when he’s not too busy with his band.”
I could just make out the hint of a frown on my mom’s face, but she didn’t press the matter any further. It was probably for the best; my frustration about having to stay with the Josephs paired with the hurt of Tyler prioritizing his band over me would only lead to me talking my parents’ ears off about the entire situation, and I would rather not be pissed when I came face to face with Tyler’s family.
“I’m sure you’re going to have fun this weekend, darling. Have you made any plans with Sav?” my dad asked.
“Not yet.”
“You should do that.”
“I will.”
Our conversation came to a stop as my mom turned off the main road and into an all-too-familiar neighborhood. I tried to ignore the steadily growing feeling of discomfort in my stomach as we grew closer and focused on the comments my dad was making about renovations some of the families had done to their homes. Despite the distraction, I still felt like I might pass out by the time we pulled up outside the Joseph’s house.
“Are you going to be ok getting to the door by yourself?” my mom asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” I lied, not wanting to create more of a hassle for them.
My mom held out her arms and I awkwardly leaned over the center console to give her some semblance of a goodbye hug. My dad did the same shortly after, but gave me the added bonus of a kiss on the head. I scrunched my nose as he did so.
“We’ll be back Monday morning to pick you up. Make sure to send texts so we know you’re alive. Behave for Kelly and Chris. And, um, just try to have a nice time with Tyler, ok?” my mom smiled.
“I’ll try,” I said as I pulled my duffle bag into my lap. “Say hi to Aunt Nancy for me.”
“Will do,” my dad said.
There was a chorus of “I love you”s as I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me. I waved to my parents through the window before turning and walking up the stone path that led to the front door. If they had driven away, I hadn’t heard it. My mind was too focused on getting to the door and getting inside without making a fool of myself.
Kelly opened the door shortly after I knocked with my shaky hands, obviously expecting my arrival. She smiled and ushered me inside, already telling me how nice it was to see me and how excited the family was for me to stay with them. I just returned her smile and tried not to get dirt all over the rug.
Her chatter eventually died down and I managed to chime in with a, “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. We always enjoy having company and you’re no exception, Kae.”
“Thanks,” I smiled.
“Here, I’ll show you the guest room so you can set your things down.”
I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Kelly up the stairs. Years of running around this house with Tyler and his siblings had already given me a pretty good idea of where everything was, but I was glad that I wouldn’t have to go wandering around upstairs until I found the right room.
“If you need anything to help you sleep, like a fan or something, don’t hesitate to let me know! I’d be happy to grab it for you.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Joseph. I appreciate it.”
“Of course. Oh, and Tyler should be getting home soon. He was out with friends this morning, but he said he would be back in the afternoon.”
Tyler. I had been so caught up with getting inside the house and talking to Kelly that I hadn’t even noticed his absence. At least I had some time to figure out my plan of action before he got back to the house.
“Ok,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”
Kelly turned and walked out of the room, closing the door most of the way behind her. Once I heard her walk down the stairs, I collapsed back onto the bed and buried my face in my hands. I had been here for all of five minutes and I already felt stressed beyond belief.
How was I supposed to survive a whole weekend of this?
* * *
I lost track of how long I spent in the guest bedroom, messing around on my laptop and just generally hiding out from the family. Tyler seemingly hadn’t returned home yet either, giving me all the more reason to not interact with anyone for awhile longer. There would be plenty of time for the stress of that when dinnertime rolled around.
A text popped up in the corner of my screen as I was scrolling through Tumblr. The mere sight of Sav’s name was enough to make me smile; she was one of the few people that might actually have the power to get me out of the house for awhile. Another message followed shortly after.
Sav: sorry my shift just ended!!
Sav: what’s going on?
I had texted her awhile ago, saying that I was stressed out and already tired of being “here”. She had already heard me rant about my parents forcing me to stay with family friends while they went out of town for awhile, although I had never actually confirmed that I had lost the debate with my parents over it.
Kae: i’m stuck at tyler’s house for the weekend and i’m stRESSED. like his parents are so nice but it still makes me anxious, you know??
Sav: you’ve got this though! things with tyler might not be as awkward as you expect them to be
Kae: yeah, you’re right. i think i’m just going to be freaking out until he gets home. i haven’t seen him in like a week
Kae: also, before i forget, do you want to do something tomorrow? i’d really rather not be stuck at the house all day
I switched back over to Tumblr while I waited for her response. Downstairs, I could hear some commotion as someone arrived home. My heart was quick to start pounding in my chest, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the gifset that was currently looping on my screen.
Sav: i have plans with josh, but he said it’s cool if you want to tag along with us! we were just planning to get smoothies and hang out or something, there wasn’t really a plan
Kae: are you sure? i don’t want to ruin your date
Sav: yes, it’s totally ok! josh wants to see you anyway so it’s a win/win
Kae: ok :)
Before Sav had a chance to say anything else, there was a knock on my door. I immediately pushed myself into an upright position and switched from Tumblr to a new tab.
“Yeah?” I called.
The door pushed open slightly, revealing Tyler on the other side.
“Hi,” he smiled. “I was just coming to see what you were up to. My mom said you’ve been up here since you got dropped off.”
I closed my laptop and slid it off my lap, hoping it would distract from the blush on my cheeks. Tyler was now casually leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, waiting until I fully invited him into the room.
“You know how I am,” I laughed. “I get stressed easily.”
“I know, it’s not a big deal. Do you mind if I come in?”
I looked around me for a moment, as if I needed to check if there was enough room for Tyler to sit. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
I scooted over a little, leaving plenty of open space next to me for him to sit. He walked over and practically fell onto the bed, making both of us bounce. From where he was sitting, I could just make out the smell of his cologne. He had a bad habit of going a bit overboard with it when he hung out with his friends.
“I just wanted to catch up. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen one another and I figured, since you’re stuck here for the weekend, we might as well, right?”
My eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but Tyler didn’t seem to catch it. “And we’re best friends?”
“Right, that too,” he said, but he didn’t meet my eyes.
I took a moment to study his profile while he was busy looking at the ground. His eyelashes curled so nicely, highlighting what I could see of his chocolate brown eyes. My eyes slowly followed the line of his face, along the curve of his nose and down to his lips. He must have felt me staring, because he turned and met my eyes, bringing the blush straight back to my cheeks. I turned and looked at a plant that was sitting on a nearby dresser.
Now I remembered why it always hurt so bad when Tyler chose the band over me. It was deeper than just the fact that he had been my best friend for years, although I couldn’t deny the role that played in my feelings.
More than anything, it hurt because of the massive crush I had developed on him a few months ago.
“So what have you been up to lately?” Tyler asked, placing his hands behind him so he could lean back. “We haven’t really seen much of each other.”
“Yeah, because someone has been busy trying to get famous,” I said, lightly poking him with my foot. I hoped that making a lighthearted joke about the issue might open up some serious discussion.
It didn’t.
“I know, I know,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to make time for you, but new things just keep popping up all over the place. Not to mention the band drama.”
“Not the band drama,” I gasped. Tyler rolled his eyes at me.
“It’s serious, Kae.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“I know and that’s my fault. Anyway, I asked what you had been up to.”
I shrugged, “Not much. I’m just killing time until school starts up again, I guess.”
“What about your writing? Have you been doing that?”
“Well, yeah, but you already knew about that.”
“Are you ever going to let me read it?”
“Maybe one day.”
“But not today?” Tyler smiled. Me not letting him read my writing had become a running joke between the two of us.
“Not today.”
“Maybe I’ll stop letting you read my song lyrics until you start letting me read your stories.”
“Not fair!” I laughed.
Tyler made a confused face, only making me laugh harder. It was weird how quickly I had forgotten my frustration with him once he was sitting in front of me, but part of me was glad that I hadn’t kept my guard up. At the end of the day, he was still my best friend, even if sometimes I wished he was more.
There was a knock on the door, and a moment later Kelly had popped her head into the room.
“Dinner is ready,” she smiled.
“Ok, we’ll be down in a second,” Tyler said.
She closed the door, once again leaving just the two of us.
“Ready?” Tyler asked, turning to me.
“I think so.”
He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. A smile threatened to overtake my face, but I directed my attention elsewhere and put my energy into not doing exactly that.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let it get too awkward.”
“Thanks, Ty.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
* * *
I waited for Zack to finish washing his plate before stepping in front of the sink and cleaning my own. Most of the family was in the living room now, watching TV or talking to one another, and I was currently trying to decide if I would join them or slide back up to my room once again. Before I had a chance to come to a conclusion, Tyler joined me in the kitchen and leaned up against the counter.
“What are your plans for tonight?” he asked.
I held back a laugh, knowing that he most likely hadn’t intended for his question to come off as a joke.
“Not sure yet,” I answered as I stuck my plate in the dishwasher. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out. You know, like chill in my room or something.”
I was relieved that Tyler’s offer gave me an excuse to not sit with the rest of the family in the living room, plus it gave me another opportunity to really talk to Tyler about the whole issue with him ditching me lately. He had already made it obvious that he was aware of it, but I wasn’t so sure that he really understood how badly it upset me.
“Yeah, I’m down.”
“Sweet.”
I closed the dishwasher and followed Tyler up the stairs to his room. He immediately collapsed back onto his bed, but I stood in the middle of the room and took a moment to look around the room. It looked almost identical to the last time I had seen it - which was almost three months ago now - aside from the addition of unorganized stacks of lyrics and sheet music. There were also some half-colored sketches thrown in and stacks of CDs that he hadn’t yet gotten around to selling.
“You can sit, if you want,” he said.
“Right.”
I pulled his desk chair out and sat in it, spinning around to face him. He was leaned against the wall now, idly letting one hand run along the opposite forearm. Although I was looking at him, his gaze was still directed towards the ground.
“There’s something that I want to talk to you about,” he said.
I took a deep breath to calm the increase in my heart rate once again. “What is that?”
“What I said earlier, when I was talking about making more time for you, I just want you to know that I mean that. I know I’ve been really, really bad about it lately, and I can explain the whole story later, but I’m going to start making an effort. You’re just as, if not more, important to me and you deserve to be shown that.”
“I was actually going to talk to you about the same thing, so I appreciate that.”
“I’m actually, uh, hoping that this weekend will help make it up to you.”
“Do you have something planned?”
“Maybe,” he grinned.
I wanted to press him a little further, but assumed it wouldn’t lead to anything. When Tyler wanted something to stay secret, it stayed secret.
“And what’s the plan for tonight?”
“Video games, snacks, and staying up way later than we should.”
I smiled, “I think I can get behind that plan.”
Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
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I Double Dare You
Summary: You are Roger’s baby sister who happens to have a huge crush on his best friend Brian, who is also your best and closest friend. Roger notices the crush and decides to get involved despite not knowing how Brian feels about you.
For @bowieandqueen11 writing challenge! I.e the last one.
“Come one Brian!” Roger said as they made their way out from the studio John and Freddie following both men quiet but with ears wide open.
“No Roger, its not right,” Brian said voice soft yet firm.
“Its just one date mate ONE, what’s so bad about it?” He asked frustratedly.
“It’s a BLIND date Roger! Do you really think I’m going to go out with just anyone!?” Brian said annoyed with a roll of his eyes.
“No but I also know a bird that just wants one outing and is terribly shy about approaching anyone she likes! Which in this case, is you,” Roger said fighting to stay calm and push through his idea for the date. And this way theres a 50/50 chance at having something with Bri...or not.
“No Roger,” Brian said with finality in his voice.
“I double dare you!” Roger said with a hint of smirk on his handsome face, “To go on this date OR you’ll find your Red lady not where you left her last night.”
John and Fred shared a look shock evident as they held back a gasp. They all knew not to mess with the Red Special.
Brian paled and would have punched the shorter man but knew he wouldn’t get his guitar back if that was the case.
The tall astrophysicist sighed and said, “Fine, ONE date. You can kiss your shag nights good bye.”
Roger’s grin fell and nodded reluctantly accepting the consequences of threatening the man’s guitar.
Brian left to go on a walk and try and calm down before heading home.
John left soon after leaving Roger and Freddie on their own.
“Who are you going to set Bri up with anyway Rog?” Freddie asked with a smile as they walked to a pub for lunch and a drink.
“(Y/N) of course!” The blonde said with triumphant cheer.
Freddie to his credit didn’t hit Roger upside the head for the idea and let the him bask in what Rog believed was an amazing idea.
Two Days later...
Roger, Freddie and John were all in Freddie’s apartment. The apartment you shared with Freddie when Roger kicks you out of yours for a shag. Planning out the details of what will be your date, blind date, with Brian.
Last night was a night for you, Rog proceeded to kick you out of your flat around midnight forcing you to go to Freddie’s. The only difference here is that Roger thinks you left for your last class of the day...on a Sunday. Freddie figured that this is why Roger came over. He, also knowing how you feel or Brian, warned you that Roger is planning something. Freddie didn’t tell you what, he just told you to stay in the bedroom until Roger left. You’d agreed reluctantly...dammit Roger what are you doing?
Freddie had called John over more for moral support for you in the aftermath of Roger’s brainstorming than anything. That and Freddie’s certain John doesn’t know who Roger wants to set up with their lead guitarist.
“So who are you going to be setting up Brian with Roger,” John asked curiously.
Roger said it was you and proceeded to regale the men sitting on the sofa about the date he is setting up for them.
You sat on the floor by the closed door tears falling down your cheeks as disbelief coursed through you. The date sounded too good to be true. Dinner, ice cream, and star gazing. Very Brian things...but it isn’t real. None of this would be real.
Roger left after an hour of “planning” saying he had his own bird to tend to.
You heard two sets of footsteps come towards the room and open the door. You looked up to see Freddie and John coming in.
“Oh darling it’s alright,” Freddie said as he sat beside you and pulled you into a hug.
“I’m expected to go on this date tomorrow and believe that he feels the same!?” You cried into his shoulder as John sat on your other side and took one of your hands in his quietly offering his own support.
“No dear. You will go on this outing to spend time with Brian, you control what happens,” Freddie said firmly but kindly.
You knew you would have gone anyway, you weren’t one to not give your brother the benefit of the doubt. But not in this case...in this case Roger is forcing something that isn’t there. Plus Brian is your best friend, you can play Cinderella for a night.
“Can I ask a favor though?” You ask voice small.
The boys nodded.
“Please keep him busy, I don’t want to see Roger anywhere near to what we are doing,” You say firmly.
Date Night...
As promised, you dressed up for the ‘date’ as you would have done if there was any chance that Brian would ask you out on a date. A tasteful dress that can be seen as an all occasion dress. A good dual purpose choice if you get the chance to stargaze with him before the clock hits midnight.
Freddie helped you with your makeup being mindful to use minimal eye makeup, in case of tears, and makeup that enhanced your natural beauty. He kept a close eye on you as he did your makeup noticing how your eyes would light up to then dim substantially until a dead look took over. He wondered if it had been a bad idea to have you there when Roger burst in his plan in tow. Or if he should have let you walk into this as blind as Bri is.What’s done is done, now they all would need to reap what sewed.
It had been agreed by all parties involved that Brian would pick you up at Freddie’s, you also reserve the right to kick Roger in the balls and bar him from your flat when this plan of his blows up in his face. You weren’t hopeful that this would go anywhere, a friendship would deepen and a heart would be broken. Nope, no hope.
You heard a quiet knock at the door Freddie went to the door and welcomed Brian and Roger, who sounded more smug than happy, into the apartment.
“(Y/N)!” Brian said surprised to see you there.
“Surprise!” Roger said smile on his face.
You pushed a smile, playing your surprised role well, and pressed yourself onto the hand on your back; looking to your left you saw Freddie there. This spared look towards Freddie caused you to miss the look Brian was giving you over Roger’s head.
Freddie being Freddie didn’t miss it though and practically pushed you and Brian out the door.
“Alright lovebirds out you go,” Freddie said nodding to John who “accidentally” bumped into Roger causing both men to fall into a heap on the floor.
Brian and you walked out of the complex still perplexed at who your blind date is.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Freddie asked looking down at the heap.
“After em’,” Roger said as he fought to stand up.
“No you’re not mate,” John said as kept Roger from getting up.
“You’re staying here with us darling,” Freddie said voice hard as he looked down at the blonde, “You didn’t see the look on her face when she found out that this is a farce.”
Roger’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he yelled, “She was at school Fred! She couldn’t have known!”
Freddie and John both rolled their eyes at him.
“You idiot, what’s today!?” Freddie asked.
“Monday...meaning yesterday...oh shit,” Roger said letting himself fall back onto the floor.
“Exactly. So you better hope this so called date gives her hope for something more with Bri because if she comes home in tears it’s you John and I will be coming after,” Freddie said seriously and went to get them all a beer.
You walked a bit before Brian stopped you.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said looking more than a little uncomfortable and anxious.
You felt your heart crack. This is where he lets you down gently...and you’re not wrong.
“Rog told dared me to go on a blind date in exchange for the safe return of my guitar,” he said and began scratching his neck.
‘Oh, so this is why he agreed,’ you thought sadly.
“Um...Bri?” You said clearing your throat from the ball of tears that had begun to form, “I saw Rog with a guitar case a few days ago. I had no idea it was your Red Special, we can go and get it if you want.”
You saw the relieved grin on his face and felt your heart lighten just a bit. At least you had assured him that everything was going to be fine on that front.
“Oh thank god,” he said breathing a relieved sigh.
You looked down at your feet and wrapped your arms around your middle letting out a small shiver.
“You ok?” Brian asked noticing your shiver.
You shook your head still not looking at him feeling ever so small and insignificant.
‘Have I always been this small?” You wonder to yourself trying to distract your mind again.
Your musing was put to a halt when you felt something warm cover your shoulders.
“Here,” he said kindly as he put his jacket around your shoulders and adjusted it, “You looked cold.”
You grinned gently and nodded your thanks.
“Come one (Y/N/N),” he said throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close to his side before starting to walk again.
You wanted to stop this nip the fantasy in the bud before anything went too far.
“We don’t have to do this you know,” you said quietly as you walked beside him, “We can go get your guitar and go home. I mean we all know Roger’s an arse who thinks his ideas are better than anyone else’s.”
You pause to gather what ever little back bone you have and said, “I mean...uhh—”
“You don’t want to do the date?” He asked quietly, too quietly.
“Not if you don’t want to,” you said honestly.
He stopped and pulled away brow furrowed in confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I want to?” He asked.
You breath a laugh and say, “I’m your best mate’s sister for one not to mention we’ve been best friends for just as long and I’ve never seen you show any interest in me than that of just friends—”
Brian yanked you close and pressed a kiss to your lips.
Your shocked gasp turned into a soft moan as your deepened the kiss ever so slightly.
“Rog tends to see what he wants to see,” Brian laughed softly, “He say you had a crush on me but didn’t even ask if i had feelings for you.”
He went to kiss you but you pressed a finger to his lips a small grin playing at your lips.
“Then how were you told of this crush I have on you?” You asked fighting the grin.
Brian laughed and pressed a kiss to your finger before saying, “Freddie was waiting for me when I got home from recording and filled me in. Well more like made me realize a few things.”
“I’m giving him a fat kiss tomorrow morning,” you laugh happily.
Brian laughed with a nod and pulled you in to another tender kiss before wrapping a slender arm tenderly around you.
Looks like this Cinderella found her prince after all. Here he is your Prince of the Universe...
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