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chamomileteainabuttercup · 3 years

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Thanks for tagging me in, @demisexuallupin

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 24, but there are many more orphans, whether from fandoms I no longer enjoy or because I really didn't like how they were written any more. I orphaned rather than deleting them because I knew from comments there were people who'd enjoyed them, so I might as well leave them available in some form.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

782,484 (probably a lot closer to a million if we could count the orphans, I know at least two of them were over 100,000 words each)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Currently I've got fics for Star Wars, various Star Treks, The Witcher, Tintin, Jeeves and Wooster and Sailor Moon. Past fandoms included A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones and Steven Universe (see above about "fandoms I no longer enjoy") - I'm not sure how many in total.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Curse of Chamomile (Geraskier)

Fairy Tales in Deep Space (Garashir)

Locked Inside (also Garashir and have you ever noticed how "Geraskier" and "Garashir" look like the same word written in different bad handwriting also both involve a pretty-eyed slut called Julian)

Boba's Back (Bobadin)

No Peeking (Dincobb)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Oh yes! If only to say thank you and I'm happy they enjoyed it. As for why, it's a combination of "it's just polite," "it's a gentle form of self-promotion" and "the response and interaction is a huge part of why I actually publish stories online instead of just thinking about them to myself." The best comments are the ones that turn into a real back-and-forth conversation, and those often generate more ideas for the story.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I think it's To the Island, a Garashir fic which ended with the two of them concluding they couldn't be openly together because Garak has a lot of enemies and it would be too dangerous. (But I wrote a sequel where they reunite some years later when circumstances have changed.)

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm trying to think if I have, but I think the closest I got was crossing over characters from Star Trek: the Next Generation and Deep Space Nine, and it was an AU - not very crazy at all, I just adjusted time so that two characters who would have attended Starfleet Academy several years apart were there at the same time and fell in love. That's Cadets and it's Datashir if you're interested.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not outright hate, but a very ungracious comment of the "I don't like this ship but your writing is good" variety.

If it had been "I didn't use to like this ship but I enjoyed your story so much I'm starting to feel differently!" I would have been very pleased (and I have had some comments like that), but no. If you don't even like the ship, please don't read my story, it is not for you.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

hahahaha I write little else! A big part of why I write fanfic at all is that I want sexy material with the characters I like from media that doesn't get that (onscreen/page) sexy. I do have some G-rated fics, but they're in the minority. My smut tends to be romantic and fluffy and tender, though at the same time it can be relatively hardcore/kinky, I just think it's possible to have romantic, tender rimjobs and canings, you know? The characters are always in love or on the way there. It is virtually always queer. I've written more m/m than f/f, mostly because the SF/fantasy/adventure-type stories I like have disproportionately male casts with more screentime and interesting development given to male characters, and that is an industry problem not a me problem. (I love Sailor Moon the best and that has an overwhelmingly female cast which is great, but the characters are mostly in their early teens and I don't find them sexy at my time of life.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I don't think I could. I've written fic based on discussions I've had, so I consider that co-created by my discussion partner (eg Just Business, Nothing Personal with @djarining) but actual writing feels very personal and idiosyncratic to me and I'm not sure I could mesh with someone else's writing effectively, even if we did it in a relatively discrete way like alternating chapters.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Probably Garashir, but I don't have a strong degree of favouritism.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh uhhhh are we counting incomplete fics that I abandoned a long time ago? Because that's most of 'em, I'm very poor at finishing stories. I tend to want to go on until I've run out of ideas completely and have nothing left for a conclusion.

What are your writing strengths?

Lively dialogue with distinctive character voices seems to be the biggie. Also generating a vibe of comfort and healing. I think I write fairly vivid descriptions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Not finishing things, struggling to create a plot, getting bogged down because I suddenly hit this weird mental state where I can't figure out how to describe kissing without making it sound gross or boring, and doing the writing-a-sex-scene equivalent of falling asleep right after coming - the chapter tends to end a bit abruptly after a climax because I've spent a long time writing through all this emotional and sexual intensity for the characters and I want to finally push the chapter out and get some response to it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't care for it myself but I don't object to other people doing it! The fandom I'm currently most involved with is The Mandalorian and there's this current of people using lots of Mando'a dialogue, especially to express deep personal feelings, with characters who we've never canonically heard use the language, eg Boba Fett referring to Jango as his buir when in Attack of the Clones he called him Dad. I'm not saying it's incorrect, people are free to imagine whatever they enjoy, but it throws me off/alienates me slightly while reading - like it doesn't feel natural to me that Boba and Din would speak Mando'a to each other, especially because given Boba's life story I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't speak it well or feel comfortable with it. It's entirely a matter of personal taste rather than something I disapprove of, I want to make that quite clear.

I mildly disapprove of people scattering in words of a real-world language that they clearly don't speak (eg gratuitous "hai" instead of "yes" in an anime-based fic) and are just getting from a phrasebook or Google Translate, just because it's kind of clunky and not really the flavour enhancement I think they intend it to be.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think The Vision of Escaflowne. A very, very long time ago.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Whichever one I'm currently enjoying writing! I feel very fond of Curse of Chamomile because it was the first Witcher thing I wrote based on having only watched the Netflix series, and I felt quite indimidated to begin with but the comments I got were welcoming and lovely and some people even said the characterisation I arrived at worked like a blend of the Netflix series and the books, which was a lucky trick given that I have never read them. That was a really encouraging and up-cheering experience. A lot of the early comments coincided with the time I was on a very enjoyable winter holiday to Taupō so when I had downtime I could refresh AO3 on my phone and there was often something new, and it all just reinforced my Good Time so I remember it fondly.

Tagging, ummm, I always feel awkward doing this because what if someone else tagged them already and I didn't notice? Anyway, we'll say @djarining and @beboots and honestly, anyone else reading this who would like to have a go, consider this your free tag.

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assembledherethevolunteers · 4 years

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Future Management Chapter 8

A/N: Hi all! Hope you had a great holiday! I know I said this would be done before the new year, but I think I’m going to post the last chapter on Ben’s birthday (January 2nd). So not too much behind, but thought I’d let you guys know! Anyway! I love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade. After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: SMUT! (only my 2nd time writing it, so I hope it’s okay) Unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all) That’s uh…about it. Some slightly jealous/dom!Ben (very brief)

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management) Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7)

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“You know,” Ben whispered in your ear. “The driver seems very focused on the road. We could…have some fun back here.” Ben waggled his eyebrows at you.

The two of you were in the back of the car. Ben put his arm around you and you snuggled into his side.

You giggled and smacked his chest.

“No, we can’t because you, Mr. Jones, get handsy when you’re kissing and if you mess up my hair before we make that red carpet, Sam will kill you.”

“I bet I could take him,” Ben moved your hair to one side and pressed a kiss to where neck met your shoulder.

“We’ll be there soon, and we’ve got a whole hotel room to ourselves after everything. There’s going to be lots of champagne. And you know how I get when I’ve had champagne,” you smiled at Ben and raised one eyebrow.

Ben chuckled under his breath.

“If that’s the case, I can wait,” Ben’s hand started gently stroking your arm. “Are you nervous?”

“About the film?”

“Well, I meant more about the reporters and everybody knowing that we’re back together.”

You looked up at him. “I…I mean, yeah, but…God, this is going to sound so cheesy,” you looked away.

Ben used two fingers to move your head so that you were looking at him again. “Tell me anyway.”

You looked into Ben’s eyes. They were searching yours for an answer.

“I…if you’re with me, it doesn’t matter. We can do this.”

Ben smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours gently.

“I know we can,” Ben told you when he pulled away.

The rest of the car ride, the two of you were quiet, just enjoying the calm before the storm and just being with each other.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and you glanced around Ben and out of the window to see hundreds of people. Fans, reporters, photographers, and some of your fellow cast and crew.

You looked at Ben and he gave you a big smile.

“I love you,” Ben whispered and gave you a kiss. It was just like what the two of you used to do before stepping out at movies or award shows.

The driver came around and opened the door. The first thing you heard was screaming. Then you saw the flashes. Ben took your hand before he stepped out of the car and thanked the driver.

“Oh you’re welcome. Your bags will be waiting in your room,” he gave Ben a nod before getting out of the way. You felt everybody there took a deep breath as you got out of car with Ben. It was quiet for a beat before people started screaming.

“Y/N! Y/N! OVER HERE!”

“BEN! LOOK HERE!”

“ARE YOU BACK TOGHETER?!”

The two of you smiled and waved.

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s Jasmine from E!”

You liked Jasmine, so you pulled Ben over to her.

“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” She gave you a hug and an air kiss to the cheek.

“I’m great! How are you?”

“Very well! So, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t weird. Hi, Ben!” Jasmine gave him a smile.

“Hi, Jasmine,” Ben gave her a shy smile before she turned to you.

“What’s going on here? Are you two back together? Are you moving back to London?”

“Actually, we haven’t gotten to that yet, but we are back together!” You beamed.

Jasmine squealed and pulled both of you into a hug and then looked at the camera.

“Well, you heard it here on E! first. Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy are officially back together!”

Ben squeezed your hand and the two of you continued down the line with pictures and interviews, most of them having to do with you and Ben, but then it would change to the movie. It was going really well.

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you. You looked over and saw Jackson waving at you.

You smiled at him and walked over, pulling Ben along. You gave him a hug and then stepped back closer to Ben.

“Well, hello you two,” Jackson gave you both a knowing smile.

Ben offered Jackson his hand. “I owe you an apology, mate. I have been…well, a real prick, if I’m being honest, and I’m sorry.”

Jackson smiled, and shook Ben’s hand. “Nah, man. I get it,” Jackson looked at you then back to Ben. “Love makes people act like idiots sometimes.”

You blushed and leaned into Ben’s side. Ben put his arm around your waist after he and Jackson let go of each other’s hands.

“JACKSON! Y/N! CAN WE GET SOME SHOTS?!”

You turned to Ben. “Behave while I go take some pictures?”

“Oh, never,” Ben gave you a kiss on the cheek as you and Jackson walked over to where they were directing you.

“So, you and Ben are back together,” Jackson stated matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, we are,” you said through your smile as cameras were taking pictures of you and Jackson.

“Well good, I’m glad you’re happy.”

You looked at Jackson and saw him smiling at you. You smiled back and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Alright, Jackson! You come down here and Y/N, you stay here,” one of the organizers came over and pulled Jackson a few yards down.

The photographers and reporters were yelling your name and you did your best to look every direction so they could get the pictures.

“Can we get some with Ben?!” Somebody yelled.

You looked over at Ben, who was talking to one of photographers. Another organizer walked over and then brought Ben over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Well hello, again,” Ben grinned.

“Hi, come here often?” You grinned back.

“Well, if there are women like you around here, I’ll be sure to come more often.”

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to keep from smiling but damn him.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Ben laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple (and you were pretty sure there were more flashes than there had been).

There were a few more pictures and interviews before they were able to sign autographs and take pictures with some fans.

“I can’t believe that you two are back together,” one woman practically squealed at you as you signed a picture she had of you. “You two are my favorite!”

You smiled at her. “Thank you so much!”

After a few more signatures and selfies, you were being ushered into the theater with everybody else.

“Y/N, so happy to see you,” TJ, the director, pulled you into a hug. He then looked at Ben up and down. “You’re Ben Hardy.”

“Yes, sir, hi,” Ben offered his hand.

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling. You knew Ben was turning on the charm. Whether he knew it or not. TJ and Ben talked for a few minutes before TJ excused himself to talk to someone else.

“Did you bring a headshot for him too?” You nudged Ben with your elbow.

“What? I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You were schmoozing. Hardcore.”

Ben opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He shook his head with a smile.

“Alright, maybe a bit.”

“Champagne?” A waiter came by with a tray of champagne flutes and Ben grabbed two, nodding his thanks before handing you one and clinking your glasses together.

“To you, my love.”

You and Ben each took a sip, not taking your eyes off each other. You couldn’t believe you were here with him again. You’d never thought that this would happen, the two of you getting back together.

“Y/N!” You heard Ginger yell your name from somewhere. You looked around for her. “Over here!” You looked towards the bar and found her. She waved you over. She was standing next to a gorgeous woman that you knew to be her girlfriend, Heidi.

You grabbed Ben’s hand and led him the way to Ginger. You gave her a hug and then Heidi.

“Ginger, Heidi, this is Ben,” you gestured to him and they both shook his hands.

“So, this is the guy that you’ve been hung up on?”

“Ginger,” you hissed at her.

“Well, I’ve been hung up on her too,” Ben laughed and squeezed your hand.

“Well that’s good, otherwise I think this would be awkward,” Ginger took a sip of her drink.

Heidi rolled her eyes and looked at Ben. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s already on her second drink.”

Ginger stuck her tongue out at Heidi and Heidi returned the gesture.

The lights started to flicker and the four of you looked up.

“We better get in there. We’ll see you guys at the after party, right?”

“Of course! We’ll see you two later,” you gave them each a hug again before you and Ben went in to find your seats.

You were seated next to Jackson near the middle of the theater and he smiled at up at you.

“Y/N, you remember my sister, Joanna?” Jackson gestured to the woman sitting next to him. She stood up and offered you her hand.

“Hi, Jo,” you shook her hand. You had met her once or twice on set. She seemed nice enough.

“Hi,” she looked over at Ben and her eyes bugged for a second. “H…hi, and you’re?”

“Ben, nice to meet you,” Ben shook her hand. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you turned back to look at him. Ben and Jo sat down but you were still trying to process what he said. Boyfriend. Yes, you supposed he was your boyfriend. It made you ridiculously happy to hear.

“Y/N?”

You looked down at Ben. “I…yeah?”

“Aaaare you going to sit down?”

“Yes, sorry,” you sat down in your seat.

“Are you alright?” Ben whispered in your ear.

You looked at him and stared at him for a moment. He looked back and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just…hearing you say you’re my boyfriend again was…” You tried to find the right word, but you couldn’t find it.

“Well, I’m not your husband again yet, so, I’ll settle for boyfriend. For now anyway.”

You were shocked by that response. You were trying to think of something, but then TJ stood up in front of the screen. Everybody started clapping and TJ held his hands up with a jovial smile.

“Thank you all so much for being here!” His voice was booming. It almost brought you back to set. “We are so excited to share this film with you all here in London. We’re fortunate enough that the author of this wonderful novel, Ms. Caroline Mayer, here with us.” TJ paused as everybody applauded and Caroline stood up and waved. “Now, I could stand up here and talk about how much work everybody put in and how wonderful our cast and crew is…”

TJ kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention because Ben’s hand moved to your thigh and started rubbing it with his thumb.

“…so without further ado, please enjoy our film.”

Everybody started clapping again and the lights went down.

You sort of didn’t like this part of the job. Watching yourself on a huge screen. It didn’t matter how well you acted. You could always find something wrong.

You tried to get Ben’s attention a couple different ways. You grabbed his hand off your thigh and played with his fingers. He let you for a few moments before he intertwined your fingers and brought your hands down between you, really paying attention to the movie.

You watched Ben’s face for a few scenes. There were sometimes that you weren’t sure he was enjoying it. You noticed his jaw clench for a moment when there was a scene between you and Jackson that was…intimate.

“You alright?” You whispered to him.

Ben just gave you a quick glance and nod and then looked back at the screen.

The rest of the movie you tried to pay attention to without critiquing yourself too much. You eventually rested your head on Ben’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead but stayed focused on the screen.

The final scene, where you and Jackson embraced after a long, grueling fight with the antagonist, played and Ben squeezed your hand. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I am so proud of you. That was amazing.”

You picked your head up and looked at him with a smile. He smiled back and pulled you into a kiss with some heat behind it.

The lights came up and Ben pulled away, smirking at you, knowing what he’d just done to you.

TJ stood up and gave a speech about the after party that would be across the street at the Grande Hotel.

“…and of course, we’ve got rooms if needed. I hope to see you all over there!” TJ clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone.

You stood up and Jackson stood up and turned to you.

“I always forget how intense that last scene is,” Jackson shrugged.

“How?! It took us almost a whole week to shoot!” You laughed.

“True.”

“That was really good, mate,” Ben leaned around you and offered Jackson his hand.

Jackson gave him a full smile and Ben returned it as they shook hands.

“Thanks, man. Well, we’ll see you both over there?”

“Of course, Jack,” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

Jackson and Joanna left, and you turned to Ben.

“That was nice of you,” you took Ben’s hand again.

“It was honest. Although, I do think I have some issues with a scene or two,” Ben replied as he led you through the row.

“Oh?” You pretended not to know what he meant. “What scenes were those?”

Once you were out of the row, Ben pulled you close to him and murmured to you, “I’ll show you later.”

That made you giggle.

“Let’s go get some champagne and celebrate,” you started pulling Ben towards to the lobby.

Nearly three hours later, you were feeling very good. After dinner and dessert, you’d probably drank almost an entire bottle of champagne and you noticed that your hands were nearly always on Ben in some way or another. And he always had a hand on you somewhere. The small of your back when you talking to TJ at the bar, your thigh when you were sitting with Ginger and Heidi, holding your hand while talking to some people from the crew that made the trip.

You left Ben to get more drinks at the bar and saw Jackson sitting by himself at the bar. After you ordered, you walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Why so glum, chum?”

Jackson gave you a lazy smile. You knew that he was feeling pretty good himself.

“Oh I ain’t glum. Opposite actually. I feel amazing.”

You laughed and gave Jackson a slight push.

“We did amazing, kid.”

“We sure did. I’m pretty proud of us,” you grinned.

“Me too,” Jackson held up his glass of whiskey to you.

You picked up the champagne flute that had been dropped off by the bartender (along with a gin and tonic for Ben) and clinked it to his glass.

“To us, sweetheart,” Jackson winked before the two of you took a sip.

“Jack,” you began, the alcohol making you pretty hazy. You wanted to tell him thank you, and that you were sorry, and that everything would work out for him, but he held a hand up to you.

“I know, Y/N, I know.”

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I meant it ya know,” you grabbed Ben’s gin and tonic. “You deserve a lot better than me.”

Jackson just shook his head and took another drink before you turned away and walked back to Ben. You handed him his drink and he fixed you with a stare. You noticed that his eyes were a dark shade of green.

“Do you have the key to our room?”

You frowned at him. You thought he was having fun.

“Yes, why?”

Ben took a long swig from his drink and dragged his eyes over you.

“We should get going. It’s getting late.”

“Oooookay?” You shot him a look but drained your champagne. You looked around at people to say goodbye, but Ben grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the elevator. You waved at a few people, but you were out of the ballroom before you could say anything to anybody.

Ben pushed the elevator button and the two of you waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither of you said anything. The elevator arrived and the two of you went inside.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ben pinned you against one of the walls of the elevator. You gasped and looked at him.

“Ben, what…?”

“You know, all night, I had to watch Jackson kiss you on that giant fucking screen,” Ben’s voice was calm as he traced your jaw with one of his fingers.

“Alright?”

Ben leaned in and growled in your ear, “So, maybe I should leave some reminders, so everyone remembers who you belong to.”

“What are you…?” You sucked in a breath as Ben not-so-gently bit and started to suck at your neck. You could practically already feel the mark he’d be leaving.

Ben pushed his hips more into yours as he slid a hand into your hair, maneuvering your head so that he had more access to your neck.

“B…Ben, I…” you stammered out.

“Yes, love?” Ben replied like he wasn’t tripling your pulse rate and continued to kiss and suck and bite around your neck.

You closed your eyes and moaned at a well placed bite.

“Theeeeere it is,” you felt Ben smirk against your skin before he started again.

Oh, two could play this game, Jones. You grabbed his free hand and held it up to your lips. You pressed a kiss to one of his fingertips. Ben stopped the assault on your neck and looked at you.

“Oh, baby, it looks like you got some caramel sauce on your fingers.”

Ben started to pull his hand away to inspect it when you put his pointer finger and middle finger in your mouth and gently sucked on them, making Ben groan. He glanced at the door of the elevator.

“This is the slowest fucking lift in history.”

You giggled around his fingers before pulling them out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry, Benny,” you looked at him through your lashes. “We’ve got all night.”

Ben pressed his chest to yours and lifted your chin.

“Don’t know how much longer I can wait. Four years is way too long to wait.”

As if hearing your conversation, the door (finally) opened and Ben pulled you down the hall. You laughed.

“Slow down! You don’t even know where we’re going!”

“I heard TJ tell you we’re in 1039,” Ben replied and led you to the right door. “Key?”

You very slowly started looking through your purse. “Hm…I know it’s here,” you teased.

“Y/N,” Ben breathed in your ear before he nibbled your ear lobe. You closed your eyes and leaned into him. “There’s more where that came from if you find that key.”

You opened your eyes and tore apart your purse.

“Oh look! I found it!” You held up the key triumphantly.

The two of you were practically falling over each other to get into the room. Once the door was shut, Ben pinned you against it with his hips. He didn’t kiss you. He just looked over your face. You stared back, barely being able to see but there was enough moonlight filtering in from the window.

“Were you all talk or…?”

“I just…am enjoying the view.”

“The last time you did that, Eliza cut our night short.”

“Good point,” Ben replied before slamming his lips to yours.

You kissed him back and wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. You felt a heat your stomach already. Ben slid his hands down your body, making your shiver.

You moved your hands and pushed Ben’s suit jacket off before you started to unbutton his shirt.

“Where’s the zipper, love?” Ben asked in a husky voice.

“Side,” you moved your arm so that Ben knew which side the zipper was on.

He quickly unzipped your dress and let it fall down your body. Ben stepped back and helped you step out of it. He blinked at you in your underwear and heels for a few moments. It was starting to make you self-conscious.

“Come here,” Ben whispered, pulling him to you and kissing you again.

You kicked your shoes off and jumped up wrapping your legs around Ben’s waist. He held you up and moved his hands to cup under your ass. He laid you down on the bed, before breaking the kiss.

You whined when he pulled away and Ben chuckled.

“Just a second. I think it’s a little unfair that I’m still dressed,” Ben told you as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. Then he leaned over you and smiled. “Better?”

“Oh much better,” you smiled.

Ben pressed his lips to yours quickly before he kissed down your neck, much gentler than he had in the elevator.

“Ben,” you breathed out.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer right away and Ben reached around and unhooked your bra, sliding it off you and kissing down your chest. He circled one of your nipples with his tongue.

You leaned up into his mouth and let out a moan as Ben’s hands slid to your hips.

“I need your mouth, lower,” you whimpered. If you had any coherent thought besides one that got Ben’s mouth where you wanted him most, maybe you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Ben continued down your stomach, which was something you usually hated. You had stretch marks from your pregnancy that still made you insecure, but Ben traced them with his lips, taking his time and making you feel less nervous about them.

“I love your body,” Ben muttered against you before he continued even lower. “Do you want these off?” He asked as he snapped the waistband of your panties.

“God, yes.”

You could feel his hot breath against your clothed core before he slid them down your thighs, pressing kisses to your legs as he went. He kissed back up, and sucked a mark into your thigh before he slid one of his fingers between your folds. You both moaned.

“You’re so wet, love. Who did this to you?”

“You did, you fu…ahhhh!” You threaded one of your hands through Ben’s hair as he flicked his tongue to your clit.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Ben’s voice was smug, so you have his hair a bit of a tug. Which only made him move his lips to your sensitive nub completely.

You fisted the sheets and closed your eyes.

“Ben, if you…FUCK!” You shouted when Ben slid one of his fingers inside.

“You really need to finish your sentences, darling.” Ben didn’t even wait for your response before he dove back in.

You could feel like you already about to burst. You were almost there…

“Ben…m…more?”

Ben didn’t make you ask again as he slid another thick finger into you.

“YES! Yes, ohmygodBendontstop,” you started babbling until Ben hit that spot with his fingers and dragged his teeth gently across your bundle of nerves and you exploded. Once you were done, Ben kissed up your stomach and chest again. You were breathing heavily when you felt Ben’s lips on the corner of your mouth.

“Alright there, sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes and stared at him for a moment.

“More than alright,” you smiled at him, still breathing heavily. “Now,” you rolled over on top of him, clearly taking him by surprise and you snickered at the look on his face. “Let me return the favor.”

You made your way down Ben’s toned chest and abs, paying attention to the way his muscles contracted when he inhaled rapidly, especially when you got lower to his waistband. You could see how hard he already was and it made your mouth water. You traced him with your mouth through the thin fabric and heard him swear under his breath.

“Alright there Benny?” You whispered.

“I feel like I’ll be much better shortly,” Ben ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh you will,” you slid his boxers off and watched his cock bounce on his stomach. The tip was red and it was already leaking. You stuck your tongue out and kitten licked at the head. Ben’s hand in your hair tightened and he groaned as he held his head up to watch you.

You slowly started to take more of him into your mouth and you could tell that he was holding back fucking into your mouth.

“You feel so good, love,” he muttered. At that, you took him as deep as you could, hitting the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Ben threw his head back and closed his eyes.

You started to bob up and down on Ben’s cock, his moaning and whispers encouraging you the whole time. You could feel him start to thrust into you, making you gag. You pulled off to catch your breath and wanted to get back to it, but Ben held your head up.

“Y/N, I swear, if you keep doing that I won’t last and I want to be inside you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but he moved so that he was straddling your hips. He ran his still hard cock through your folds.

“Ben,” you started, but clearly he couldn’t wait any longer either.

You both moaned loudly as he entered you.

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” Ben huffed in your ear. He went deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you, filling you up. The stretch was slightly painful, but it felt so good all you could do was make incoherent half sentences.

“Move please” was apparently the only thing Ben needed before he pulled out and started to really fuck you.

“Shiiiiiit!” You started clawing at his back, leaving marks of your own on him. You could feel your second orgasm building each time he entered you. You could feel Ben hitting your sweet spot with almost every thrust of his hips. You hadn’t been this full in a long time and fuck, had you missed it.

“I’m so close,” Ben grunted.

“Let go, Benny, you can let…”

With that, Ben painted your walls white, sending you over the edge as well. The two of you rode out your orgasms together, keeping each other close. Once you both were done, Ben rested his forehead to yours and smiled.

“Wow,” he breathed out.

“You could say that again,” you laughed quietly and kissed him. You could still taste some of yourself on him.

“I’m going to pull out now, alright?”

You nodded. Ben slowly pulled himself out and stood up.

“W…where are you going?” You asked, weirdly nervous that he was just going to leave.

Ben smiled at you, and kissed your forehead.

“I’m getting us a washcloth so that we can clean up.”

You hummed at him and then closed your eyes. You heard him go into the bathroom and then come back. You opened your eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben whispered so quietly that you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not. Ben sat next to you on the bed and handed you the wash cloth.

You cleaned yourself up and then stood up yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” you gave Ben a quick kiss and then went into the bathroom.

You put the washcloth in the hamper and then looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” you muttered to yourself. Your makeup and hair were a mess, but that was nothing compared to your neck. There were bruises and hickeys everywhere. How were you supposed to cover those up for the next few days?

You got ready for bed by taking your makeup off and taking your hair all the way down. You walked back out to see Ben lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you said softly to him.

He looked up at you and then opened his arms to you.

You jumped on the bed and then fell next to him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

“I forgot how amazing we are at that.”

“You know the last time we did that we got Eliza, right?”

That made Ben laugh. “Well, maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“You want more kids? Now?”

Ben shrugged and stroked your arm.

“Maybe not right now, but, I mean…we always talked about a lot of kids.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah, we did, huh?”

Ben pressed his lips to your hair.

“We can talk about this all later. Right now, I think we both need some sleep.”

“Please? Between champagne and two orgasms, you’re lucky I’m even remotely lucid right now.”

Ben grabbed the comforter and pulled it over the two of you before he wrapped his arms around again. You rested your head on his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, which was still beating a little fast.

“Night, Ben.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Just as you started to drift off, you heard him whisper “I love you”.

“I love you too.”

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Billy Hargrove VS The World

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Scott Pilgrim Vs The World AU (See note!)

Warnings: 7 exes that would love to kill Billy, violence, swearing, soft!Billy, I guess two sexual references since it’s Billy we’re talking about, smut mention but no smut, making out, SPOLIERS!, and cheesy pirate Patel

Words: 4947

Note: This is a Scott Pilgrim Vs The World AU because I love that movie and it would be interesting to write an AU involving that. Also this is a multiple part story due to all 7 exes and the battles. One ex per post! (maybe) I’m sorry for the unoriginal title lmao

By the way, yes. There is dialogue from the movie. That is in and going to be in this miniseries. As I said, I love this movie and I think most of the dialogue was funny, plus it is semi important to the story. And the exes are the same people from the movie. Sorry if you don’t like that.

o/o/y/f/c = One of Your Favorite Color(s)

Bold = Words From The Movie (that appear on the screen, if you’ve watched it, then you know what I’m talking about)

Italics with apostrophes = Billy’s thoughts (and Matthew’s thoughts but only once)

Italic = Used for a few different things, mainly enthusiasm/emphasis on words

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

link to the soundtrack on youtube ‘cause why not (a few will be in here I guess)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5 and 6. Part 7.

“Look.”

Tommy pointed to the new girl. Finally, some fresh meat for Billy. Or Tommy, whichever one thought of her first. Billy finally grew bored of the girls at school, he waited for one that was newer. Fresher. Cuter.

There she was. Her unnatural o/o/y/f/c hair sat on her shoulders. Roller-blades on her feet, her torso clothed in a shirt covered with a hoodie and another jacket. Her bag hung by her side, headphone strings leaving it and connecting to the headphones on her head. She didn’t look like most girls. Billy had seen most of them, and none had looked as breathtaking nor interesting as her. Before either teens could walk over to her, a boy around their age walked in front of them. She was gone when he moved.

“Weird...”

“I hear she’ll be at Tina’s party tonight.” Carol noticed the boy’s fascination with the new kid, sharing it. “We should go, it’ll give you the chance to learn more about her, Billy.”

“We’ll see.” He brushed off his thoughts about the odd girl, her choice of hair color and clothing, and her headphones that caused her mental absence from the world. Billy turned and walked away, continuing with the rest of his day.

. . .

Billy was stopped by Tina. She asked him how the party was going and if he needed anything.

“Hey Tina, you know everyone, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” She let out a small laugh. Billy didn’t know whether it was fake or genuine.

“Do you know this one girl with hair...” He grabbed a pen the same color as the new girl’s hair color, quickly drawing a horrible doodle of the girl’s hair. “Like this?”

“Yes, that’s Y/n L/n.” Tina took a sip of her drink, “Someone said she was gonna be here tonight actually.”

Billy’s hand that held the drawing went down quickly, his head snapping to the side and his eyes searching for Y/n. “What?”

“Oh Billy, you got the hots for her or something? I’ve gotta tell you though, I hear she’s a little hardcore-” Tina had looked down mid-sentence and when she looked back up Billy was gone. She turned her head with confusion.

Meanwhile, Billy was now walking through the crowd in search of his unique looking crush. His eyes and head shifted when he couldn’t see her, switching from left and right with each step he took. He didn’t blink, afraid that he’d miss her if he did. After many turns of his head and movements of his eyes, he finally spotted her. His hand clenched the red solo cup, squeezing it until it was crumpled and disfigured.

He slid along the wall, stopping when his body was right next to hers. He faced her, his body turned slightly so that she knew she had his full attention.

“Hey, what’s up?”

She turned her head to him for a second, facing forwards again and replying with, “Nothing.” before taking a sip from her cup.

“Hey you know swimming?”

“I know of it.” She took another sip, still not facing him.

He rambled on about the breast stroke and how he could teach her. Billy took notice of her silence, looking up to see that she was facing him with no emotion visible.

“That’s amazing.” Her reply was just as her face was; emotionless and dull.

“Uhm...” He looked down. No girl could make Billy nervous. By now, he’d have them a blushing mess, begging for him to do whatever he’d like. So now that the new girl, on the first day she’d ever met him, just somehow managed to make him regret every word he said, he thought he’d gone soft. “Am I dreaming?” Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion and another emotion Billy couldn’t quite think of. However, it was enough to make him regret speaking once more. “I’ll leave you alone forever now...”

“Thanks.”

And Then

He Stalked Her

Until She

Left

The Party

“Dude!”

He grabbed Tommy’s shoulder, spinning him around.

“What?”

“She’s totally real!”

“Who?”

“Y/n L/n.” His gaze went elsewhere. Billy then speeded off to find Tina. “Dude!” She made a face at Billy’s sudden approach, but let him speak. “What do you know about Y/n L/n?”

“All I know is that she’s (ethnicity).”

His sudden dramatic and demanding of knowledge persona swapped to dreamy, just as it had when he said her name to Tommy. “(ethnicity)...”

“Why don’t you go talk to Sandra and Monique, they know more about her.” Tina’s head nodded to two blond women laughing in a doorway. Billy rushed to them.

“Lady-dudes. What do you know about Y/n L/n?”

Sandra spoke up first, “I heard she has a boyfriend.” Monique confirmed her knowledge, “Mhm, yes. Left him back in New York.”

Billy felt a bit annoyed, but still wanted to know more. “Yeah yeah yeah...What else?”

He asked other people, earning all kinds of different responses.

“I heard she kicks all kinds of ass.”

“She’s on...another level!”

“She has men dying at her feet!”

“She’s got some battle scars dude.”

“What about Y/n L/n?!” Robin asked, semi full of annoyance for her old friend.

“You know her? Tell me now.”

“She just moved here, got a job at the mall, comes into my work.”

“Does she really?” His tone was dreamy again.

A girl put her arm around Robin, “didn’t you say she just broke up with someone?”

“Did she really?”

“They had uh...huge fight or whatever?”

“Did they really?”

Robin slapped the other girl’s arm off of her. “Yes! But I didn’t want Billy to know that, Kate!”

“Yeah...I don’t know what it is about that girl-”

“Billy, I forbid you from hitting on Y/n! Even if you haven’t had a real girlfriend in over a year or whatever.”

Billy’s daydreaming halted to a stop. He let out a scoff and turned away.

“Hey, woah woah woah, my man Billy’s got all kinds of girls...he’s totally getting with an older girl sometime, right?” Tommy couldn’t keep his big mouth shut, as usual.

“Getting with an older girl or multiple girls is not having a real girlfriend.”

“She’s got a point.” Kate wrapped her arm around Robin again.

“I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore?”

Robin slapped away Kate again. “I don’t want you scaring off one of my old friends now that she’s in town, Billy. We all know you’re a lady-killer-wannabe-jerky-jerk.”

“That’s completely untrue.”

“That time with Lisa?”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“That time with Holly?”

“That wasn’t what it looked like.”

“That time you dumped Faith for-”

“Okay me and Faith are all good now, right?” He turned to where the girl Robin had mentioned stood. Her cup was in her hands and her face was blank with wide eyes. She looked traumatized. Billy turned back to Robin.

“Whatever! Y/n’s just out of your league, let’s just leave it at that. Besides, I’m not even sure she had a big break up. She keeps mentioning some guy named Gideon.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is about that girl-”

“FORGET IT BILLY!”

. . .

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know, it’s a letter for you dumbass. Read it.”

Billy grunted and took the letter from his father, tearing it open and allowing his eyes to scan the page slowly. He mumbled the words as he read them. It was only Max and him in the room, so it couldn’t do much harm. “Dear Mr. Hargrove, it has come to my attention that we will be fighting soon. My name is Matthew Patel and blah blah blah blah...fair warning, mono e mono, 7 evil blah blah... This is... This is... This is-”

Max grew annoyed with her older brother. “What?!?”

“This is borrrinnnggg. Get rid of thisss.” He threw the letter into the recycling and walked up the stairs to his room. “Hey Max?” For once, he didn’t care about being an ass to the redheaded girl. He had a plan, and he needed her as an excuse to leave the house.

“What is it?”

“Wanna go to the mall?”

“For real?” Of course, he couldn’t tell her. “Let me get my wallet and I’ll meet you in the car!”

. . .

“Hello. Robin tells me you ordered this ice cream but left before she could give it to you, so here.” The ice cream that she handed him was indeed abandoned when he heard Steve say that Y/n was in the mall and would be hanging around Scoops soon. “You gonna take it? Ooor-”

“Hi, I was thinking about asking you out but then I realized how stupid that would be...so do you wanna go out sometime?”

“Um no, that’s okay. You can just pay for this, alright?”

“You don’t remember me, do you? We met at the party the other day.”

“Were you the swim guy?”

“Nooooooooo, not even. That was some total ass...I was the...other guy.”

“You know you need to take this and pay for it?”

“But if I do, you’ll leave.”

“Yeah. It’s how it works.”

“Okay well maybe, do you wanna hang out sometime? Get to know each other? You’re the new kid on the block...right, I’ve lived here...for a while so there are reasons...for you to hang out with me.”

A short pause was shared between the two. Y/n’s eyes glanced up to Billy’s with an eyebrow raised. He didn’t know why he felt desperate, but this girl was making him feel different.

“You want me to hang out with you?”

“Um...” He looked down shyly, but quickly looked back up to her face. “Yeah, if that’s cool...” His tough demeanor seemed to flee whenever she was present.

“If I say yes, will you take and pay for your damn ice cream?”

He snatched the ice cream from her and tossed it over his shoulder and into the garbage can behind him effortlessly, taking out the money needed and handing it to her. “So yeah, eight o’clock?”

So Yeah ( . . . )

“Why’re you just standing there?”

“Dude, I’m totally waiting on you.” Y/n turned to Billy, her hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie. Billy didn’t know whether she looked offended or confused.

“Oh...I’m sorry, I just assumed you were too cool to be here on time...” In other words, he assumed she was like him. If you were at Tina’s party, then you were bound to be somewhat of a “cool kid” or a rebel or anything remotely relating to popularity. Then again, Tina loved handing out invites.

“Well. You assumed wrong.”

They walked in the chilly weather. Small talk slowly formed and they tried their best to get to know each other just as Billy had suggested. His nervousness didn’t leave him around her, and he was glad that no one else from school was there to see him make a fool of himself. ‘You’re just gonna get lucky and then leave her like the rest of them.’ No matter how many times he told himself that, he was too interested in Y/n. His felt something he wasn’t sure he had ever actually felt.

“So, how’d you end up in Hawkins?” Crap. He wasn’t even sure he could get to like him. Let alone be his snack of the week.

“Just needed to escape I guess...”

“Oh yeah.” He knew exactly how she felt. Or at least what he thought she meant by it.

“I got this job here and Gideon always said Hawkins was one of the cool places, so.”

Now Billy felt the need to ask the question that had been bugging him since Robin brought it up. “Is Gideon...your boyfriend?” It had been bothering him and filling him with a small amount of disappointment and worry.

“He’s...a friend.” Her gaze strayed away.

“Was he your boyfriend?”

She looked hurt. Hurt and uncomfortable. “Do you mind if I don’t get into that right now?” Y/n turned and walked to the swing set in front of them.

“Uh- it’s so not interesting to me...”

Y/n kept walking, Billy joining her and attempting to not bother her any more than he had already done. She took notice and initiated conversation so that he wouldn’t feel as awkward and guilty, “What about you, what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m in between jobs at the moment.”

“Between what and what?” She moved in front of the swing and sat down as Billy started talking. He did the same but his movements were still shy and cautious.

“Well my last job was...a long story, filled with sighs.”

“I know plenty of those.” Billy took the opportunity to check on Y/n. His face slowly looked over to hers, which was looking up and admiring the sky.

“Is that why you left New York?”

She looked in front of her, furrowing her eyebrows and nodding, “Pretty much. Just time to head somewhere a little more chilled.”

A cold breeze swept past the two. It was incredible timing.

“Well it’s certainly chilled here!” The wind gave Billy the perfect opportunity to try and lift the mood. A smile rested on his face, his joke seemed like one of the funniest things in the world seeing as Y/n had that same smile.

“Yeah...”

“It’s chilled as in cold...” Oh no. ‘Why the fuck am I so awkward?”

“Yeah.” ‘Oh dear god she noticed.’

The two decided to swing a bit more. With the conversation at a pause, that was honestly probably needed, Y/n and Billy swung their legs back and forth. competition started. They both tried to see who could go higher, Y/n won and smiled slightly while Billy smiled and chuckled with accepting defeat.

After they finished their fun, Billy and Y/n hopped off the swings for a finale. They continued their conversation afterwards, light droplets of rain mixed with small snowflakes falling over their heads.

“It’s ridiculous. Isn’t it like September?”

“No...but it doesn’t snow much in Indiana...ya know, I can barely see you?” His leather jacket was suddenly not projecting as much warmth as he normally would have anticipated. “This whole thing is an unmitigated disaster.”

“I think ‘Act Of God’ is a pretty decent excuse for a lousy date.”

Billy stopped in his tracks. A sneaky signature smirk crept onto his face and his usual attitude made an appearance. “So this a date, eh?”

She stopped as well and turned. “Did I say date?” He nodded. “Slip of the tongue.”

“Tongue.”

“Anyway, nights not over yet...” She turned back to where they were originally facing, “and there’s a thingy over here somewhere.”

“Thingy?”

Once again, she turned her head towards him. “A door.” She turned it back, yet again, but this time there was a door in front of them. Odd. She nodded her head over to it in a beckoning way. “Come on.”

Billy took her hand and was dragged by her over to the mysterious door.

Y/n Come Closer ( . . . )

Y/n took off her shoes and looked up at Billy. He sat at her dining room table, staring at her with awe and adoration. Y/n broke the silence and walked over to her cupboard. “What kind of tea do you want?”

He didn’t know why he took his jacket off. His arms were cradling themselves as one would when they were cold. And he was cold. “There’s more than one kind?”

She opened the cupboard. “We have,” she inhaled. “Blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry caramel, vanilla walnut, constant comment annnnnd...earl gray.”

When her sentence was finished, Y/n turned to face a wide eyed Billy. “Did you make some of those up?”

She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box, “I think I’ll have sleepytime.”

“That sounds good to me...”

She made the tea and set it on the table. Billy’s position didn’t go unnoticed by her, “Want me to get you a blanket?” Her eyebrows were raised with amusement.

“That would actually be...awesome.”

Y/n walked away into her room. A few minutes passed. More minutes. Billy was almost done with his tea. He wondered where she went. He wondered why she was taking so long. Billy decided to go into her room and check on her, making a grunt-like wheeze.

Facing her closet, she was taking off her shirt. Upon hearing him, she turned and raised her arms. “Dude I’m changing.” She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he just walked in on her while he bra was the only thing covering her chest.

Billy let out a small, “Ah, sorry!” and covered his eyes. “I’m just cold...”

“Here. That help?”

“Yeah...that’s very warm...What is that?” His hands slowly left his face. “Oh- kaaay...” Y/n was standing right in front of him with a cheeky grin on her lips. He leaned in and kissed her. It was finally happening. Their lips danced together, it felt like they had rehearsed the dance for so long yet in reality they were very new to each other.

The make out session with Y/n was all it took to break Billy. He was in love and he couldn’t deny it. As their passion turned rough and intense, he thought of how happy he felt and how he wouldn’t normally feel that with a girl.

They finally pulled away. Billy’s arms were around Y/n and one of her hands was on his shoulder, her arms laying loosely, and her other was clutching his side under his arm.

“Were you just gonna...bring the blanket from your bed?”

“I guess...” Her voice was soft, unlike her previous dead tone. Billy managed to shatter her “hardcore” exterior with a simple make out session. Or so he thought, if you asked anyone what they thought, they’d say Y/n managed to break him within their first conversation and then decided to let him in after touching her lips to his.

“Maybe we should...both get under it...since we’re both so cold...”

“What about our tea?”

Of course. The tea. Billy didn’t give a fuck about the tea. “I can...not have tea.”

The night went on with passion and...lust. They stripped down to their underwear and continued making out on Y/n’s bed. At some point they got under the blankets and Y/n leaned over Billy to continue their rough kissing. When it was “just about to get good”, Y/n pulled away from Billy.

“I changed my mind.”

“...changed it from what?”

“I don’t want to have sex with you Hargrove.” She moved over beside Billy, laying on his arm and snuggling into his side. “Not right now.”

Another, “Oooh- kay?” escaped Billy’s mouth. As usual, he didn’t know if he should feel hurt, angered or just plain okay with it. He longed for Y/n. She was his addiction, better than any drug. In his mind, he made the exception; feel bad about it later, stay with her for now.

“It’s not like I’m gonna send you home in this weather or anything, you can sleep in my bed. And I reserve the right to change my mind about the sex later.” At least he had a chance.

“This is...nice. Just this...” He was referencing their semi-cuddling forms. “It’s been like, a really long time so I think I needed this...whatever it is so...thank you.”

Y/n leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You’re welcome.” He wrapped his arms around her when she wrapped one of her arms around his neck.

. . .

Billy and his basketball team were just having some harmless fun. It was a game, and school was out for the day. No one could do anything bad, right? Wrong.

Read to show off, Billy brought the new girl to the gym. Max was dragged along since Billy was her ride home. He and his team were horribly distracted by the pretty girl now known as Billy’s first official girlfriend. Scowls and mean looks were given to Y/n by the other girls at school, purely out of jealousy. This morning, Y/n was walked down the hall of Hawkins’ high under Billy’s arm, wolf whistles and more sounded around them.

A weird looking guy stormed into the room, “MR. HARGROVE. IT IS I, MATTHEW PATEL. CONSIDER OUR FIGHT,” Y/n looked horrified. She was pale and breathing unsteadily. The guy who had announced himself to be Matthew moved his head slightly, nodding his hair out of his face. “BEGUN!”

He ran at Billy. ‘What is this kid on?’ Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. “What did I do...?” His voice was slow. He really was moving in slow motion. “What do I do...” Matthew launched himself into the air with his fist raised. He aimed himself to punch at Billy.

Tommy gripped the shoulders of the boys next to him, leaning forward and yelling with entertainment. “Fight!”

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed. His fists clenched. He threw the basket ball to the side and shifted to a fighting stance. He blocked Matthew’s punch with his arm and reversed their roles. He swung his fist at Matthew’s face, somehow knocking him to the side of the room. Tommy, Max and Y/n’s eyes widened, as well as everyone else’s in the room.

Matthew still refused to give up. He jumped in front of Billy, “Alright! Alright...”

Max yelled from the bleachers. “Watch out!” They all turned to her. “It’s that one guy.”

“Ha!” Matthew smiled mischievously and ran at Billy again. Sadly, some people just don’t learn from their mistakes. Billy threw an uppercut to Matthews chin, sending him flying to the back of the room. Billy got in some extra punches while Matthew was still down. The two landed in front of each other, most of the people in the gym now gathered around them.

Matthew blew dust off his shoulders and turned to Billy before laughing a laugh that could’ve been mistaken for a villain’s. They started to circle each other, Mathew taking a step to the left and Billy taking a step to the right, “Well well well...you’re quite the opponent.” His neck moved left and then moved back to the right after each syllable when he said, “Hargrove.”

“Who the hell are you anyway?”

“My name,” he swung his right arm up into the air, his left clenched in a fist that met his collar bone. “is Matthew Patel! And I’m Y/n’s FIRST,” Matthew lifted his pointer finger on his left hand and moved his arm to the side. He moved his fingers so that his pinky, ring and middle fingers were out, his thumb and pointer finger touching so that the tips were smooshed together. He turned back to Billy, “evil ex boyfriend.” His shoulders moved up and down one at a time when he said boyfriend. When his hand went down, he let out a growl.

“Her what?” Everyone’s heads turned to Y/n.

She turned to Max and the other people on the right of her. Y/n nervously smiled, “Anyone need a drink?”

A fight initiated between the two boys, fists and feet being used. The grunts coming from both males were loud. Surely, at least one of them would have bruises after this.

Max made a face of massive confusion, looking around for any clues of the situation. Her older brother kept fighting the abnormal kid. After a few more swings, Billy, again, realized how confusing this really was. He wanted to ask beforehand, but this Matthew guy was really determined to teach Billy a lesson.

“Wait!” He held out his hand in a stopping motion. “We’re fighting over Y/n?” He personally had no problem with it, but the “Evil Ex” thing was getting to his head.

Matthew lowered his fist slightly, “didn’t you get my letter explaining the situation?”

“I skimmed it...”

Max squeezed her eyes shut and clicked her tongue. “Mm mm.” She shook her head with her disconfirming noise.

Matthew only seemed to grow madder. “You will pay for your INSOLENCE!” He threw kick after kick after kick, all of which were blocked by Billy. The anger fueled him to the point where Billy could only do few attacks with little time. Just as Billy was gaining the upper hand, Matthew socked him square in the face with both fists, then his right foot with a jump spinning kick.

The people in the crowd behind Billy caught him when he fell backwards from the attack, pushing him forwards and urging him to continue with the fight. Matthew backed up one foot at a time and did weird dance, finishing it off with pulling his coat forward a bit so the dust came off of it and tilting his left foot upwards.

“Hey.” Max leaned forward, gaining the attention of two boys as well as everyone else in the gym. “What’s up with his outfit?”

“Yeah. Is he a pirate?” Laughter flooded the room at Tommy’s observation.

Billy was also curious. “Are you a pirate?” He asked Matthew in a simple and genuinely asking way. Unfortunately, Matthew looked caught off guard and offended.

“Pirates are in this year!” He wasn’t shouting, but he said it with a sassy and upset tone. “Gah!” This time he did shout. His fist was aimed at Billy, and his feet were already moving forward.

More attacks were made. Billy finally did have the upper hand. After Matthew tried to hit Billy’s face again, Billy caught his arms and held them to his chest. His eyes and head turned to Y/n. He was pissed off now. “You really went out with this guy?”

Everyone faced Y/n now. “Yeah.” She stood up and leaned forward, “In the 5th grade.”

Silence. Billy looked around, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he spoke up again, “And?”

She sighed. “It was football season and for some reason, all the little jocks wanted me. Matthew was the only nonwhite nonjock boy in town, so the two of us joined forces and we took 'em all down. We brawled and scrapped, fought for hours. Nothing could beat Matthew’s mystical powers. We only kissed once. After a week and a half, I told him to hit the showers.”

Matthew was full of rage. His furrowed eyebrows and reddened skin could do nothing but confirm that statement.

“Dude wait- mystical powers?” Billy was confused. Unluckily for him, Matthew took advantage of his distracted state and broke free from his grip. Music started playing in the background. Matthew pushed Billy and turned to Y/n, holding out his pointer finger and pointing at her. The veins on his forehead were bulging.

“You’ll pay for this,” He paused for a second. Y/n was visibly afraid. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was was ajar. Matthew finished his sentence with a slight raspy sound to his voice, “L/n.” He swiftly turned to Billy and started dancing and singing. It’s a cringey dance and song to say the least.

“If you want to fight me,”

Max made the same confused face as she had previously. “What!?” She knew it was dumb to pick a fight with Billy, but to sing and dance while doing so? And to get her exes together so they could fight Billy? Were they that dumb?

“Hah! You’re not the brightest.

You won’t know what hit you,

in the sligh-igh-ightest.”

He made sounds with his mouth, floating into the air. Black and white colored girls, kind of like those old animations on tv, were summoned around him. They looked like someone wanted to make demon girls but was a perverted guy who loves hipsters.

“This guy’s good-” One of the basketball team members spoke. He too was wide eyed and confused as fuck.

“Me and my fireballs,

my demon hipster chicks!”

Looks like he was right about hipsters.

“Tell ‘em Matty.” They had a seductive-like voice. With a closer look, Billy could see that their eyes were like snakes. Their teeth were sharp too.

“I’m talking thee talk,

‘Cause I know I’m slick!” He winked before his weird demons spoke again.

“S-L-ICK.”

“Fireball-balls!” He threw the fireball at Billy, who thankfully dodged it in time. Gasps were heard around the room. At least it wasn’t just Billy seeing this shit. “Take this sucker out!” More flames erupted from his hands, shooting at Billy again.

“We’ll show him

What we’re all about!”

“That doesn’t even rhyme!” Billy finished off his sentence by throwing the now broken ring from the hoop at Matthew like a frizzbe. It hit him in the head and caused him to flip backwards a bit. His demons disappeared and it was his turn for his eyes to widen.

‘This is impossible. How can this be?’

Somehow, Billy heard and responded to Matthew’s thoughts with his own, ‘Open your eyes. Maybe you’ll see.’ He jumped at Matthew and returned the punch that had formerly knocked him back into the crowd.

Though, something strange happened this time. When Billy’s fist made contact with Matthew’s skin, he slowly fell a bit, but when he hit the ground, his body turned into 9 quarters. Everyone except for Tommy, Max, Carol, Billy and Y/n continued acting normal. The difference with them and the 5 others were that they had no memory of this “Matthew Patel” or of any fight. The damage in the gym was restored, but still. The 5 of them knew what happened and didn’t know quite yet that no one else did.

“Sweet! Coins!”

“Coins that’re mine, shortstack.” Billy took the remains of Matthew from the poor kid holding them. He walked outside, following the other 4 to discuss what just happened.

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MGS Fic Rec List

Name: Yeoyou // Team: Philanthropy // Challenge: C1 (or maybe rather C3? I’m not sure...)

A couple things before I begin listing some of my favourite MGS fanfics:

I’m not really reading a lot of fanfic, generally, so once I’ve found a few authors whose work I love, I stick with them which is the reason why there’s a lot of stories here by not really as many people. Which is why I’ll just go and do this by author...

Most of these recced stories are Otasune-centered because that’s my jam ;D

This is fucking long so have a cut

1. @higharollakockamamie

Sadly moved on to other fandoms now but their stories are a gift to this fandom and you should read all of them if you love good writing, good characterisations, fun and feels and excellent smut as well because Higharollakockamamie deals out all of that effortlessly!

Plasticity

This is a slow burn character study gangbang AU fanfic in which Hal is slowly being seduced by Kaz, Ocelot and Big Boss at Shadow Moses - although he’s rather oblivious to the fact at first. This was one of the very first fics I’ve read in the fandom and I clicked on it mostly because of curiosity because how can such a pairing work (let me tell you, it does!)? But then I fell in love with the writing, HIgharollakockamamie’s language, style, the slow unfolding of the story and how well the characters work in this setting and how recognisable they are. EVEN IN THE PORN! Which, yes, eventually does happen and it’s glorious. If my utter devotion to this story wasn’t evident yet, I’ve done a (poor) podfic reading of the first chapter here and had entirely too many feelings about my continuation headcanons here ;D [Chapters: 9 // Words: 29,634]

The Show?

VKaz, so not something I usually read a lot of, but this is so fucking good that it has to make this list! It’s just the boys listening to some music and chilling and talking and I don’t even know what‘ll happen to you if you actually hardcore ship them because I don’t and this left me stunned with how good it is!!! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 2,073]

2. Mightyscrub

Now, Ren, aka the mightiest of scrubs, is one of my other absolute favourite fanfic authors and persons in general because of their unabashed love for the weird and the bizarre (if you know one fic by Ren it’s probably the tentacle porn one) and the cheesy but also because their stories always resonate as real and grounded. They’re equally good at action, the fun and hilarious, the deeply moving and emotional and you can get all of it in a single scene! Evident through it all: the utter love for the characters! (Sidenote: Ren writes so good I even read their DreamDaddy fics and I know nothing about any of that but they’re glorious and kinda Jupiter family if you squint really really hard)

Fics I particularly enjoy (and sometimes that’s “enjoy” as in “ripped my heart out” but you know...):

Don’t Say A Word

Teenager Sunny worrying about her Dad who seems to turn into a shadow because of his grief over Snake’s death so she returns home. What follows will warm your heart, rip it out and stomp on it, drown it in feels and just generally puts you through a rollercoaster of emotion. And it’s good. So fucking good! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 4,331]

Developments

This one’s porn and it’s the best. Hal and Dave have been having sex for a while now but it doesn’t have a name, this thing they do, and they don’t talk about it or go any further than hands and mouths and Hal kinda wants to be up to lube activities so he gets some. bottom!Snake. Just glorious, hilarious, deeply human porn with dialogues to die for! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,515]

Rest

Post MGS4 Otasune feels fest where Snake sort of “proposes” to Hal. This is pure sad fluff because Snake is still dying and everything but they’re so in love and with Sunny they‘re a sort of happy family and this will give you massive feels but you should definitely read this!! (and prepare a bucket for your tears) [Chapters: 1 // Words: 1,961]

Building Blocks

Very like “Rest” in the feels department, with old Snake and all, but with less dying Snake and a happy ending instead. Like “Rest” there’s so much that’s kind of mundane but also really meaningful and metaphorical if you want to go that deep and just feels so fucking real. [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,351]

Recovery

Otacon gets kidnapped, there’s so much angst and feels and Jupiter family glory and God, Ren just writes these characters so good it’s a crime! If you like to suffer via great writing, definitely read this story!! [Chapters: 3 // Words: 10,250]

Teeth

I know, I know, Ren is mostly known for her monster AUs or the occasional dinosaur or alien but I only wanted to include finished stories here so while you should go and read all those others and encourage them to finish them hopefully one day, Teeth is the one that makes this list. Also because it’s one of my absolute favourite werewolf AUs ever read with an amazing new take on the trope and wonderful nods to canon and again, characters and character interaction are where Ren really shines. [Chapters: 4 // Words: 16,994]

Secret Handshakes Required

Philanthropy era, pre-slash but barely and quickly slipping into proper slash and holy wow on a waffle this story is everything you could ever want from an Otasune story. It’s even got a mission going on in the background, awkward, endearing first time sex and more feels than my heart at least can handle!! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 4,947]

3. @kawaiibooker

Let’s have a break with some VKaz for a change with Kawaiibooker’s incredible V series and V One-shot series which I recently read (and commented) for the MGS Winter Games and boy do I not regret having done that because it’s such a wonderful series for a pairing that I only lowkey ship because I’m more at home in the Philanthropy era of MGS. That didn’t help much with not drowning in feels though because Jess is such a good writer with a masterful grip on her characters! Since I can’t list all of them (all of which, however, you should read), I’ll list those that stick out the most to me.

The Footprints That We Leave (Crush Us Till We're Free)

This is the ending to the main series (with a Dave cameo!!!) and fucks you right in the feels because Miller thinks Dave killed Venom and is barely coping with that so lots of angst and hurt but also a happy ending!!!! [Chapters: 3 // Words: 14,184]

I Need Somebody (To Lean On)

Okay, I said I’d only list completed fics but I cannot not include Pequod Darling Felix, the best Pequod and so supportive to the boys and I just have way too many feelings about this darling man and the way Jess writes him and so even if there’s no other chapters coming, you should absolutely read the first one!! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,538]

In My Mind (I Call You Home)

Jess doesn’t just write excellent character pieces but also wonderful porn so have one with some lovely phone sex XD [Chapters: 1 // Words: 2,011]

Listen Closely (I'm Lost Without You)

It seems I like the hostage stories because of glorious angst so have one where Kaz and the Diamond Dogs are held hostage and they‘re all waiting for the demon to safe them. Kaz seeing Venom in action is something quite different to knowing what his lover does while away on a mission. SO GOOD. SO MUCH HURT! [Chapters: 2 // Words: 4,247]

Our Love (Is Written In Sand)

Back to the porn, this time with glorious beach sex that’s just the perfect ratio of smut/fluff because these boys love each other so much! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,181]

Bury My Heart (Next To Yours)

The ending to the one shot series and picking up right where “The Footprints...” leaves off with Kaz and V reunited in old age and living the quiet life they deserve. Also features sunflowers and a very good cat! [Chapters: 3 // Words: 4,835]

4. @fractalspaces/LotusRox

Lynx’ stories are full of poetry and emotion and I always approach them with caution because I know how effectively they play with my feelings. They never fail to affect me and that’s a dangerous gift for a fic writer because Lynx isn’t here for your casual fic reading.

Lah’Shoov

Hal running through the (former) Microwave Corridor to get to Snake with all the painful angst and fear and guilt you’d expect but of course we also know that he’ll find Snake alive so with a hopeful ending. [Chapters 1 // Words: 1,997]

Chemistry of Combustion

A trip down memory lane of how Hal always loved people who smoked, two who didn’t deserve it and the one who does. [Chapters: 1 // Words: 1,367]

Adrift, Unsung

This is just SO GOOD and SO PAINFUL! Okay, admittedly the end is not but everything up to then is glorious pain. Post-Discovery and two men trying to rebuild the trust between them (and they seriously just need all the hugs!!) [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,608]

5. @141-point-12/thelonebamf

Cat, the true hero of the MGS Winter Games, the champion fangirl and inspiration to us all, the Queen of Otasune, cheerleader and enthusiast extraordinaire. I have nothing but the maddest respect for her because of her generosity and commitment, her openness, her creativity and her fearlessness in just doing what she wants to do (which is, weirdly, a lot harder than it should be). Whether it’s pins, drawings, zines, her amazing podcast together with Zeke or her latest idea that has brought everyone together, the Winter Games, she just does it. But this is a fic rec post (or something) and she also writes amazing fanfic with a knack for atmosphere and characters so have some of my favourites of her.

No One Has to Know

I don’t even know why I love this AU so much. Maybe it’s because Dave accidentally picking up runaway Hal because he thinks he’s a prostitute turns the usual concept of Hal not being able to imagine David could ever want him on the head. Maybe it’s because it’s so fluffy and cute but with an ending that hurts before it heals. I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me once you’re read it? [Chapters: 7 // Words: 13,999]

Pictures of You

I still owe Cat a proper comment for this one but I loved it when I first read it in the zine (with awesome illustrations by Harshai) because it has all my favourite Cat fic ingredients of tender and insightful character moments for my favourite ship and favourite egg family. [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,023]

Rat in a Foxhole

This is just SO GOOD!! AU where Hal is a recruit at Foxhound, which will break your heart in a very toasty way. It’s such a good exploration of a different dynamic between these two characters because they’re at different points in their life but so true to the original characters! [Chapters: 6 // Words: 13,779]

Call on Line Two

If you’re looking for some short fun, fluff AU, this one’s for you. Sort of the opposite of “No One Has to Know”; it’s Hal who thinks Dave wants sex when he calls instead of tech support because he messed up the numbers. David doesn’t mind. Tech support still happens eventually. [Chapters: 1 // Words: 3,610]

Occasions for Hope

A wonderful character study of Hal and his relationship with his father of Hal and the parallels between himself and his father and also, significantly, where those parallels fail. [Chapters: 1 // Words: 2,704]

Let it Be

More wonderful little glimpses of Hal and Dave and their relationship during the Philanthropy years. Little mundane and significant moments that are absolutely perfect! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 1,498]

And of His Nature

Short but wonderful piece of writing full of poetry and character analysis that is one of my absolute favourite Otasune fanfics! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 1,015]

Fifty Dogs

This list wouldn’t be complete without the, to me at least, legendary “worth 50 dogs” story!! ALL THE FEELS! [Chapters: 1 // Words: 2,265]

Ladies, Gentlemen and other Folk, thank you for your attention, now go read some A++ fanfiction! Yeo out!

#very fitting that this should be my last submission for the winter games #mgswintergames #mgs winter games #metalfloat #I'm sorry Cat

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userlando · 7 years

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Taste The Sweet (Grayson Smut)

Summary: You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan. Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Fingering. A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)

“Turn your head a little to the side...” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”

The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.

You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The photographer smiled at you and you thanked her back, shuffling to the side so other’s could occupy the couch and have their pictures taken.

You whipped out your phone, bringing out Snapchat so you could record a bit for your fans to see. But just as you were about to press record, you heard your name being called out. You turned around in confusion, smile breaking out on your face as you spotted a familiar face.

“Ethan!” You exclaimed, watching the twins walk up to you. “Wow, you guys look amazing.”

And they did, with their bandanas tied around their heads and the vests showing off their toned stomachs. This was the first time seeing them in real life, only having talked to Ethan about a possible collab in the future. Ethan hugged you quickly, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N, this is Gray.” He gestured toward his brother that was standing beside him, smile on his lips and hands in his pockets.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You waved with your hand, feeling your stomach do a swoop as he made eye contact with you.

You refrained from frowning, not really knowing where that feeling had come from. Grayson had followed you on Instagram a while back, liking every picture you posted and you’d done the same. This didn’t go unnoticed by the fans from both your parts, speculation and arguments rising as they started bombarding you both with shipping comments. It was cute and you wished that it could’ve been true, but looking at Grayson now, it didn’t seem like that would be the case. You didn’t know whether he was nervous or just completely uninterested.

“Did you have your pictures taken?” Ethan went on to ask, breaking the small silence between you three. He glanced at the photographer who had just finished snapping photos of Tyler Posey.

“I already have, yeah.” You answered, just as the photographer approached you.

“Can I get a photo of the three of you?” She asked and you nodded eagerly.

The three of you set off after her, you and Ethan making small talk as she came to a halt in front of a large hedge, directing you to stand in the middle and the twins at either side of you. You put your hands around their waists, trying to ignore the way Grayson clutched his hands against your side, fingers stroking your rib. You didn’t know whether to curse yourself for deciding to wear a bralette or to thank yourself for doing so. Just for this sole purpose.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Ethan asked with a small laugh and you giggled.

“I’m definitely not used to it just yet. It’s gonna take some time.” You answered, raising your head slightly to get a better angle, trying not to blink as the flash went off over and over again.

You stood there with your arms around each other for quite a while, having H&M take photos for the press and for Instagram.

“I have to go meet up with my friend, but I guess I’ll catch you later?” You asked as you untangled yourself from their holds, stepping back.

“Absolutely. Have fun, Y/N.” Ethan shot you a grin and a small wave.

You glanced at Grayson, not knowing what to expect but all you got was a small smile and a wave. So you nodded at them and bid them goodbye, turning to walk out of the tent. Your friend was standing a few feet away, looking around as she waited for you. She slung her arm around your neck as you approached her, smacking a kiss to your cheek and you laughed when the smell of alcohol reached your nose.

“Hello, miss.” She greeted you, steering you in the direction to a foodtruck not far from you. “Did you have fun?”

“I did, took lots of photos and I talked to Tyler Posey.” You smirked as she pulled her arm back and stared at you in shock.

“Oh my God, no way? I so regret not going with you now.” She pouted and stomped her foot on the grass like a child.

You laughed and hooked your arm with her, leading her over to a truck that sold ice-cream. As you paid for your treats, you could hear whispers behind you, so you turned around and came face to face with three girls.

“Oh my God, it really is you!” One of them gasped, her hands flying to her mouth to cover it.

“Hello!” You greeted with a laugh, stepping to the side so you wouldn’t hold off the line. The man in the truck grunted out a thanks and you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Can we get pictures with you? If it’s not a bother.” One of them asked and you nodded. “Thank you!”

You posed with the girls, ending up talking to them for a few minutes. And as you started to round up the conversation, one of the girls said something that made you stop.

“I really love the picture of you and the twins, by the way. You look so good together!”

You opened your mouth and closed it, not really knowing what to say. What picture was she talking about?

“You and Grayson would have the cutest babies.” The third one said and her friends giggled. “Best genes ever.”

You blushed furiously, laughing awkwardly and thanking them. The girls left eventually and you were left standing with your friend who was now frowning.

“Twins?” She asked in confusion and you saw the exact moment when realization dawned on her face. “Holy crap! You met the Dolan twins?”

You winced, because you knew the interrogation was coming. If you would rate the hardcore shippers, then the fans were a seven and your friend was an eleven. She loved to gush about Grayson, teasing you about how he’d like every picture you posted on Instagram. The funniest moment was when Grayson had mentioned you during one of their videos, deeming you as his favorite Youtuber. She wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks afterwards.

“So, how was it?” She asked and you laughed.

“It was... weird,” You frowned, thinking back on it. “Ethan was a sweetheart. We took pictures and talked for a bit. Grayson was really quiet though, it didn’t seem like he wanted to be there at all.”

Your friend frowned, disappointment written all over her face. And then she smiled as if she’d had an ephiphany, reaching for her satchel to fish out her phone. You watched her in confusion.

“Oh God, he actually posted a picture of the three of you!” She gasped and your eyes widened. “The fans are going wild!”

You stepped up so you could get a look at the picture and sure enough, Grayson had posted a photo of the three of you. One of the many selfies you had taken, his head tilted your way with a gorgeous smile on his face as he posed. The fans really had no filter in his comment section. You read the caption, trying not to smile at what he’d written. “Met the gorgeous Y/N today! Was so nervous, haha #coachella”

“You know what you should do?” She asked, tone mischievous and you shrugged. “Comment on his picture with something cryptic.”

“Cryptic? Like what?” You asked, reaching for your phone in your backpocket.

You typed in Grayson’s name in the searchbar, bringing the picture up on the screen. A giggle escaped your lips as your finger doubletapped it, liking the picture.

“Hmm,” Your friend narrowed her eyes, finger tapping her bottom lip as she mulled over the thought. “Oh! Write ‘See you later’ and then a winkey face.”

You ignored the nervous pounding in your chest as you typed what she’d told you to, biting back a smile as you pressed send. The fans were quick, already catching your comment and writing in all capslock. You locked your phone before you could read any comments, feeling giddy.

“Good girl, now let’s go dance.”

After dancing through three sets of performances from different artists, you emerged from the crowd drenched in sweat. It was past eleven but the festival was still in full swing. By some weird miracle, you had bumped into Cameron Dallas and his group of friends, so it was only natural that they decided to head back with you to a tent where a VIP party was being held.

A few drinks later and you were dancing, goofing off with Cameron’s group and your friend. You had the time of your life, feeling like you were on top of the world as you danced against Cameron, laughing when he pulled a silly face.

“Y/N, look.” Your friend shouted in your ear over the music, gripping your arm to get your attention.

You slowed your movements and looked over at her in confusion before following her stare. There he was, by the small bar, standing with his brother and nursing their drinks as they talked to some people you couldn’t care less about. Your movements halted as you realized that Grayson wasn’t even paying attention to what was being said in the ongoing conversation, hazel eyes locked on you. A rush of heat surged through you as you stared at each other and you felt your face grow hot when his lips pulled into a small, subtle smirk.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” Cameron’s voice in your ear caught you off guard and you watched as Grayson’s lips pulled into a tight line. You turned your head toward the brunette in front of you.

You nodded mutely and watched him walk away before turning your attention back to Grayson. His eyebrow cocked and he put down his glass on the barcounter without breaking eye contact, turning to walk out of the tent.

Your throat dried up as you watched him walk off, turning to your friend who was giggling at whatever Cameron’s friend was whispering in her ear.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, alright?” You said in her ear and she nodded in confusion. But one glance over your shoulder and she smiled smugly.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to hold back your smile as you turned around and walked out of the tent.

It was deserted outside and you looked around, not really sure where Grayson had gone. A gasp fell from your lips as a hand gripped your hand, pulling you into a secluded area where you wouldn’t be seen. You opened your mouth to scream but a hand was placed ontop of your mouth, silencing you as you were pressed against a toned chest. Your heart was speeding up and you were about to struggle when you heard the person chuckle, his breath hitting your exposed neck.

“It’s me, calm down.” Grayson whispered and you instantly relaxed, willing your heart to slow down as you breathed out through your nose. The hand over your mouth traveled down your front and you held your breath as his fingers touched your cleavage, fingers dragging over your sunkissed skin.

His hand touched the skin of your exposed stomach, stopping right underneath your bellybutton. It was quiet between you two, the only sound coming from the tent a good few feet away from the both of you and the sounds of you both breathing. You held your breath in suspense, not believing what was happening.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He murmured lowly against your neck, lips grazing your skin and you shivered, barely able to hold back a gasp.

“Don’t,” You swallowed. “Don’t stop.”

As if on que, his hand worked the beltbuckle of your shorts and you watched in amazement as he undid it with only one hand, the other one still gripping the side of your waist. You marveled at how big his hands looked on your body and squeezed your eyes shut as his hand dipped inside your shorts, inside your underwear.

“Oh,” You gasped, arching into his touch as he ran a long finger between your slicked folds. “Gray.”

He hushed you, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“So wet for me, baby.” He muttered quietly and you gasped once more when his finger snubbed against your clit, a surge of dizziness hitting you as he felt between your folds.

You kept your eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropped open in a small ‘o’ as he brought a finger and pushed it inside you, feeling the heat and slickness that he had caused. You arched your back and pushed into his hand, silently begging him to touch you where you needed it the most.

He complied with a low hum, his wide thumb drawing small circles over your clit. You hissed when he pushed a second finger inside you, gripping his arms as you arched your back even further.

“Yeah? You like that?” His voice sounded thick with lust and you almost felt like falling over, feeling grateful that he was holding you up.

He pressed the front of his body against you and you pushed back when you felt his erection against your ass, giggling when you heard his sharp intake of breath. However, your laughter got stuck in your throat and you moaned out loud when he proceeded to curl his fingers inside you, hitting you just right; the nail of his thumb touching you just right.

“Shhh...” He hushed you, hand on your waist coming up to press against your mouth. You moaned out against his hand, feeling your body burn as he touched you just right. “Quiet baby girl.”

It was only then that you heard something not far from where you were standing. Voices. They seemed to be getting closer as people entered and got out of the tent, talking loudly. You held your breath, willing yourself not to make a peep as Grayson continued his ministrations with his hands.

The voices faded eventually, and that’s when you realized how close you really were to reaching your high. Your fingernails dug into Grayson’s arms, almost breaking the skin as you arched your back.

“That’s my good girl,” He murmured in praise and you could almost hear the smugness in his voice as he drew circles over your clit, curling his fingers even further inside you.

Your vision went white and you gasped against his hand, body writhing against his body as you exploded. The blood rushed to your ears and you could faintly hear Grayson praising you, but you were too busy twitching and moaning to even acknowledge anything. He drew his fingers out when you whimpered from the sensitivity, hand leaving your shorts but still holding your body against his until you could find your footing again.

When it felt like you could breathe normally, you finally turned around and met his eyes for the first time since you stepped outside the tent. He was smirking, face flushed and eyes darker than they’d been before.

You could almost feel the twitches from your orgasm, still wracking your body and you placed your hands on your shoulders to regain strength.

“Those are some magical hands you’ve got there, Grayson.” You whispered with a small laugh, sounding out of breath.

Grayson grinned, bringing his hand that had been inside you to his mouth. Your mouth dropped open as he popped the fingers inside, sucking your juices off of them with a hum. His eyelashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks as he closed his eyes, opening them again when he heard your disbelieving laughter.

“You’re insane.” You laughed and he smiled at you.

“Tasted just as good as I’d imagined.” He said and stepped forward, pressing his lips against yours before you had time to even react to what he’d said.

You kissed back, arms going around his waist as he cupped the side of your face with his hand.

“There’s something about you,” He whispered against your lips and you felt your heart flutter. “You make me so nervous but you also make me feel so brave at the same time.”

You responded by pressing your lips to his once again, this time fully intending on never stopping.

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Prompt #18

Looking to play as a female OC.

She's the type of person that seem's to know everything about everyone around her. She thrives on this. It's not like she's out there (personally) stalking people, she just has friends in special places and manages to get in all the gossip. So, she's well known for knowing SHIT about people at their college.

Heres the thing. She doesn't know ANYTHING about your character. No one around her seems to know anything about them. It's not that they're new or anything, the characters either just really private with their information, shy enough that no one has had the chance to learn anything about them, or purposely trying to stay under the radar. And Rei is NOT having that shit. So, she decides to follow them back to their residence for a week, just to watch them. And at some point, they notice.

Whether it's because they panic, they're pissed at the realization she's been /following/ them, or maybe they didn't even notice and her running into them is entirely coincidental, they end up shoving her into a wall and breaking something precious to her. And that's where this ends off.

Your character can be any kind of character. You could go in literally any direction as to why they'd be so private. Hardcore Social Anxiety? Secretly involved in the Crime Shit and doesn't realize she wasn't going directly after them? Secretly an immortal deity enjoying their time in the modern age? Literally anything. Hit me up with those idea's, I'm all for anything.

And! This could go in any direction. Want to go something shippy? Hella hella. Smut with the weird all-knowing chicka to make up for the fact they just destroyed a very expensive electronic device and don't have the money to pay for it? Hell yes. They end up in a kind of mutual rivalry and annoyance with one another and start getting into competitive shenanigans? Ye my guy. Pulled forcefully into a criminal underbelly, or Thrown into a world of magic and mayhem because of your character? Yeah, sure. Like I said, anything is possible when the character is literally digging into other peoples lives like they're toys.

Lord, you do NOT have to match this by the way. There is a lot here, and It would take ME a while to write up another response the length of this. Of course, if you WANT a really long paragraph roleplay I will not fight it. But you don't have to, for sure.

Rei Konya knew a lot about everyone. Well, maybe not everyone. It wasn't as though she saw someone she'd never met before and suddenly had infinite knowledge on them. She wasn't omniscient, as much as she wished she was. How AMAZING would that be? Would certainly make her life and job a hell of a lot easier. No, no. She was not omniscient, but give her a week after meeting you and it would certainly seem like she was. It started with whispers. People knew when she was learning about someone. She could hear the soft whisper's when it came time, the words "Rei's been asking around again," Being all anyone needed to hear.

Of course, no one knew the extent in which she learned about them.

For example. She knew that the girl that sat in front of her, Camilla Alessa Neri, was on her fifth relationship this year. She knew that. She happened to know that the girl was questioning her sexuality, and could make a guess that she hopped from relationship to relationship to fool herself into believing that it was nothing more then a phase so that she didn't have to hide a secret from her hyper religious family. After all, you don't have to hide a secret that doesn't exist. She knew that her family had just immigrated from Italy within her parents generation, that her sister was getting involved in some questionable activity that would probably land her some jail time in the near future. She knew that she'd had some medical problems when she was 10, gotten hit by a car was she was 14. She knew she wasn't a virgin, that her mother had a drinking problem, and that she had wanted a cat for a while now.

She'd never spoken to this girl a day before in her life, and that was just scraping the knowledge on what she knew.

She even had a little tablet she carried around on her that held all the information she knew. Behind carefully encrypted walls and passwords, of course. She was a curious little thing, but she was not malicious (Even if she had accepted a hefty amount of cash from people looking for information. Of course, nothing that could ever get them hurt physically. But a girlfriend, coming to her asking if she knew if her boyfriend was cheating on her. A swooning underclassmen looking into the sexuality of his upperclassmen crush. People played more then you would imagine for this information. Paid far more information then they needed to if they'd just got over their nerves and asked.) This was currently her most prized possession. It held everything she could have ever needed, save for things like food. Warmth and shelter. But it held the important things in life.

... She suspected there was a reason people weren't really her friends. It had kind of just been assumed at some point that anyone coming to her was just coming to give or get her information. It was fine though. She hadn't planned on staying here long anyway.

However, They? They were an anomaly to her.

She knew nothing about them outside of their name. She started her process on figuring out information about them as she normally did. Asking around, seeing what others knew. But even that came to a dead end. No one knew... Anything about them. And then she was stuck. They weren't friends with anyone here? Even if they had been friends with one person that wouldn't have given her information, she still could have gone through their social media. The modern age made it much easier to get information on people, did it not.

Apparently, they were an anomaly to many others. More then once, she'd had people come to her asking about the mysterious nugget, as she was now calling them. Whether it be just wanting to know ABOUT them, or something more petty and simple as in asking their type. And always, she had to just shrug it off and give her apologies. She had nothing on them but a name and a face.

She only knew what she could see, and that FASCINATED her.

So, she decided to finally do something about this. For the last week or so, she'd followed them back to their dorm. Despite the fact it had even been storming the last few days, she was bound and determined. Okay, even for her she could admit. It was a little creepy. But she was DESPERATE. She saw the way they all but shoo'ed anyone off around them, and she highly doubted that going up to them and saying, "Hey let me learn all about your life to sedate my natural curiosity and unhealthy need to know everything about everyone." was going to work on someone like then. So she followed them.

If there was anything to say about Rei, it was that she was light on her feet. That she knew how to blend in with a crowd. Some even said they thought of her like a ghost. They didn't know she was there until she revealed herself to them. Some even joked that she should become an assassin, what with all the skills she had just coming together like this. She thrived in this ability of hers, but like her ability to know as much as she did. However, she fucked up. She'd gone to write something about them in her tablet, something small and stupid like "Likes ice-cream" or "Plays on their phone too much," Or something. ANYTHING to make herself feel better.

Except she'd lost focus. Maybe they'd finally noticed her, and had been waiting for her. Or maybe it was entirely coincidental, the way she all but crashed into them as she rounded the corner, and they happened to shove her way and into the nearest wall. She heard them say something, but her focus was on something else.

She looked at them with wide blue eyes, a light and embarrassed blush crossing over her smooth tanned skin. Her hair (dyed an odd mix of blue and purple, but having long ago started to fade. The roots of her hair even showed her natural color, black. She HAD been meaning to get it redyed...) was already frizzy, but that with the look of pure panic on her face almost made it humorous. For a moment, time seemed to sit still. Especially because her hands felt very empty, and there was a loud crashing sound on the ground around them.

"ACK!" She all but shrieked as she realized the sound she'd heard was her tablet fall to the ground on the hard, wet concrete. Eyes that were already wide and surprised going even wider in panic as a very distinctive crack was heard from the source, "H-Hey!" She kicked them in the knee (with as much force as she could too) to get them out of her way, and dropped to the ground to look at her now very much shattered tablet screen, "No no no..." She muttered, fingers (nails having been painted a purple far too close to the shade of her hair, but paint long ago having started to chip away) running carefully over the now destroyed screen of it. Damn Apple products.

She clicked the power button. Nothing. Again and again. Nothing nothing. Her hands trembled for a moment, grip getting dangerously tight on the now broken and damaged device.

A very dark look was sent their way, one that screamed that they were just going to regret everything they had ever done in their life to get them to this point in it. She hugged her precious and now very broken tablet to her chest, taking a small step forward, "You!" She had the money to get a new one. In fact, it was obnoxiously old by this point, and she'd probably been needing to get a new one for a while now. It was the principle of the matter. All the information on it, hidden away at her own hands, possibly gone. God, what it it WAS gone now?! She'd had that tablet for years now, and... and....

She felt tears prick at her eyes, "FIX THIS!" She said, shoving the machine into their chest hard enough to push them back (but not daring to let go of it.)

#cherubplay

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