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rizubaby · 3 years

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Dinner and Dessert | Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; nsfw Fuyuhiko x fem!reader oneshot.

summary ; After being away for a couple days for some important business deals, you return home to find your boyfriend Fuyuhiko in a state you certainly didn't expect.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, oral sex, L-bombs, (slight) breeding, mentions of marriage, vulgar language.

wc ; 2,7k.

note ; I had a lot of creative freedom with this one, since there weren't any specific things I had to incorporate. I really wanted to explore the softer and more romantic side of him in this oneshot, so there you go lol. Don't worry though, if this is not your style, I got some NSFW headcanons for Fuyuhiko planned for later ;)

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

"Fuyuhiko? Where are you?"

Your voice echoed throughout your empty living room as you entered your shared appartment. You had been away for a business trip for a couple days, whilst your loving boyfriend Fuyuhiko stayed home. You were so excited to see him again, I mean, who wouldn't be? Being away from your significant other for only a couple days can often feel like weeks, and it most definitely felt that way for the two of you, too.

"Fuyuhikooo? honey?" you called out again, a hint of worry and confusion now present in your voice.

No response. Huh, that's weird. You had texted him that you'd be home in about fifteen minutes, and he replied saying that he'd be home to welcome you back. So why isn't he here?

You sighed and dropped your suitcase on the floor, taking your heels off as you were still wearing your formal work clothing. Your usual work clothing consisted of a nice formfitting black skirt, a silk white blouse and sleek black heels. It all accentuated your features and curves perfectly, yet you always felt like all your colleagues were staring at you.

You neatly set your shoes aside and walked a couple steps further into the living room, scratching the back of your head as you glanced around the empty room. Suddenly, you noticed something red laying on the floor.

An immediate rush of panic washed over you and your body froze, as you had experienced this sort of thing countless times. With Fuyuhiko being in his line of work, it was almost commonplace for him to come home injured every now and then. After all, he never really stops working. Some wounds were worse than others, and so you feared something might've happened in those fifteen minutes before you arrived home. You slowly peered over to take a closer look, and...

...Is that a rose petal?

Just then, you hear the front door open behind you and you turn around in shock. It's Fuyuhiko, standing in the doorway with a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag from the local grocery store in the other.

"W-...What..?" you stutter, the rush of panic from a second ago having not completely gone away.

"Ah, shit," Fuyuhiko mumbles, as if caught red handed. You stare at him for a second and you see a faint blush appear on his face.

"Um, welcome back baby! Shit, haha... I thought I had just a little more time before you came home, and I uh... I wanted to surprise you," he rambled, the blush on his cheeks only appearing redder with every second he kept talking. "S-So I went to the store to get some things..."

Dumbfounded by what your boyfriend who was awkwardly standing in the doorway had just said, you felt your cheeks burn up in an instant as well. You weren't used to him being this... Romantic. You know he loves it when you shower him with love and affection, but you never expected him to return the favor, so to speak. I mean sure, he's told you countless times that he loves you, but never to this extent. Those days apart must've really done something to him...

Fuyuhiko stepped inside and awkwardly closed the door behind him, carefully placing his bag of groceries and the flower bouquet on the floor before rushing over towards you and hugging you tightly. You embraced him back and dug your face into his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as you could finally relax, knowing you had nothing to worry about.

God, you were so happy to see him again.

"I love you, and I missed you," he spoke, his hands slowly moving down your back to rest on your hips. He moved his head and looked deeply into your eyes before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You could tell by the way he kissed that he really missed you, as his kisses were intense and sloppy. He started planting wet kisses along your neck and shoulders while still holding you in a tight embrace, pressing your body against his.

"You look so fuckin' pretty in that..." he remarked, one of his hands gliding further down to squeeze your ass. You gasped softly, finally realising how in need you were for his touch. "Fuck, I missed you so much.."

Even though it felt like you two were being pulled together like magnets, you eventually managed to pull away for a second to look into your feisty boyfriend's eyes once more. "W-What, um... what did you have planned for us..?" you asked, curious to know what was in the bag of groceries Fuyuhiko had brought with him. "The flowers are beautiful, by the way... Thank you," you smiled.

Slightly caught off guard by your sudden question, Fuyuhiko's grin quickly grew. "I uh... I wanted to prepare a nice dinner for us. I bought some expensive wine, too. And then maybe afterwards we could, y'know..."

He stopped there, because both of you knew exactly what he meant. You could tell he was holding back by not finishing his sentence. In reality, he wanted nothing more than to press you against the nearest wall and fuck your brains out. Those days apart seemed to never end, and he missed every inch of you. Your beautiful hair, your soft skin, those wonderful moans and whimpers you'd let out every time he was fucking you...

You smiled and turned around to take a closer look at where you spotted that rose petal earlier.

The sly bastard had made a whole fucking trail of rose petals leading to your bedroom.

"Hm, not a bad idea... but I've got an even better one." You said as you looked into his eyes, a feeling of pure love and arousal awakening inside you as you slowly made your way towards him.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Fuyuhiko asked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor. You gently grabbed his hands and placed them around your sides, stealing another kiss from his freckled lips. You brought your face closer to his ear and whispered something to him that immediately made him throw all his mental restrictions out the window.

"Let's skip dinner and go straight to dessert."

After saying that, you instantly felt Fuyuhiko's grip on you tighten, and you could've sworn you heard a soft growl escape his lips before he hungrily pressed his lips against yours once again. You stumbled backwards until you hit the wall next to your bedroom door with a loud thump, as his fingers quickly moved to unbutton your silk blouse. At that point, all you wanted was each other. No fancy dinner, no wine, no idle chit-chat... Just you and him, feeling each other's skin pressed against one another and never letting go again.

He wanted to feel every inch of you. He wanted to hear you moan out his name. He wanted you to leave scratches on his back and see your eyes roll back as you told him that you loved him. He wanted everything.

Being apart from you for only a couple days made him realise how much he actually cared for you. You had never really been apart for this long and it made him go crazy. Every day he would think about you and imagine all the things he'd do to you once you got back home. It almost physically hurt him, not being able to hold you in his arms as he laid awake in bed those nights. You always said you were his and that he was yours forever, but in that moment, he realised he wanted to make it official (in whatever way he saw fit).

In a matter of seconds, your white blouse and laced bra were thrown on the ground as you were both frantically trying to undress each other. Fuyuhiko wasted no time and hungrily started sucking on one breast, squeezing the other. You let out soft moans in response and wrapped one leg around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to you.

"M-Mmh... F-Fuyuhiko, please... I-I want to feel you," you mumbled, desperate for him to fuck you like he always did. He liked to tease, but you weren't in the mood for that this time. The need was high, and you couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

"Hold on baby, I want to taste you first..." he replied, letting go of the breast he was sucking on and kissing you everywhere whilst making his way down. He was on his knees and he carefully lifted up your formfitting skirt to expose your beautifully laced panties. He stared at them in awe for a second, the longing to taste you only growing more and more.

He gently but quickly pulled them down in one swift motion, exposing your wet pussy. You heard a soft grunt from between your legs and felt his warm hands hold a tight grip on your legs.

"Turn around for me, baby."

You did as he asked, now facing the wall with your hands supporting you as you leaned into it. His hands were exploring your backside and squeezing your ass, a feeling you didn't know you had missed this much until now. Feeling his breath against your inner thighs, you felt shivers going up your spine and a soft whimper escaped your lips.

As he couldn't possibly contain himself any longer, Fuyuhiko hungrily started lapping at your folds while stimulating your clit with his fingers. You let out a louder moan than you were expecting, but at this point neither of you cared. Fuck, he's so good at that. You felt your body start to tremble and your climax was already fast approaching, his tight grip on your thighs as he was eating you out making it even better.

"F-Fuyuhiko, fuck, I-I'm going to-" you said, feeling your mind blanking as you nearly tipped over. He heard you loud and clear and quickly started picking up his pace, hitting all the right spots with his skilled tongue. Before you knew it, you were shaking uncontrollably as your first orgasm of the day washed over you, incoherently babbling his name as you rode out your high.

"F-Fuck, Fuyuhi- Ah! F-Fu..."

As little beads of sweat started forming on your forehead and you panted heavily from your intense orgasm, Fuyuhiko quickly stood up and turned you around, immediately starting to kiss and plant hickeys on your neck.

"S/o, I fucking want you, right now," he whispered, his lustful tone giving you goosebumps all over. His profanity in the bedroom was so incredibly hot, you couldn't possibly begin to describe it.

As he got hold of you again, you quickly stumbled into your bedroom and fell onto your kingsized bed, never once breaking your passionate kiss. Once you were laying there, you looked around and noticed the flower petals scattered around the room and the lit candles on your bedside tables. A surprised giggle escaped you and Fuyuhiko grinned widely in response.

"You like it? I did this for you, baby..."

All you could do was nod, because no words could possibly describe this. You pulled him in for another kiss before he quickly got up and started undressing himself. The way he undid his tie was something that always turned you on for some reason. He just looked so manly, it made you crazy.

As he was busy undressing himself, you wasted no time in taking off the remainder of your clothing until you were both completely naked. He threw himself onto you and needily continued kissing you all over, leaving a trail of hickeys and faint bite marks all over your body. You couldn't wait any longer. You needed to feel him inside you.

"Fuyuhiko, please.. Please fuck me, I want you inside me," you pleaded, the desperation in your voice making him even harder than he already was.

Without another word, he pulled open your legs and positioned himself against your soaking entrance. God, that look he gave you made you melt instantly. You looked into each others eyes for a brief moment before he pushed himself into you, filling you up instantly. You let out a wanton moan in response to the feeling of finally having him inside you again, something you longed for ever since the first day you were apart. You grabbed hold of his arms and held on tight as he quickly started moving his hips, aroused moans and grunts filling the room.

"G-Goddammit, I missed you so fucking much... You feel so good baby, f-fuck..!"

Heavy panting, loud moans and profanity echoed throughout your apartment. Fuyuhiko was pounding into you at a godly speed, yet still managed to make every thrust sensual and loving. He was fairly average in length, but this man knew what he was doing. His pace and all the other things he would do made for such an amazing fucking that you'd never want anyone else.

"S/o, I-I love you, I love you so fucking much," he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slowed his pace, putting more pressure behind every thrust which made you squirm and tremble from pleasure.

"I-I love you too baby."

He stopped gently nibbling on your neck and raised his head to look at you. A moment passed, his cheeks were bright red and his gaze felt like it was piercing right through you.

"S/o, W-Will you marry me?"

"W-What?!" you exclaimed, utterly perplexed by his sudden proposal. I mean, you were in the midst of having sex! But still... You felt like it seemed so right. In the time you had been apart it made everything fall into place. You were meant for each other. And somehow... This felt like the right time.

"Y-Yes, Yes! I will!" you smiled, pulling him into another loving kiss. He didn't need to say anything else, his reaction said everything you needed to know. He was ecstatic to have you as his bride. A huge smile appeared on his face, and that same smile quickly transformed into a lustful grin as he finally started bucking his hips again. A breathless moan escaped you, and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Fuyuhiko quickly picked up his pace again with his newfound excitement, and managed to throw your legs over his shoulders so he could pound into you even deeper than before. Your back arched and all you could bring out were incoherent moans and screams. You let your nails dig into his back and he let out a surprised yet aroused moan in response.

"S-S/o, I'm gonna cum soon... Fuck, p-please I want to cum inside you," he groaned, leaning forward to lustfully suck on your tits. "I want to make you mine."

For someone with such a babyface, he really knew what to say and what to do to push you over the edge. You felt the knot inside your stomach grow bigger with every thrust and you desperately nodded in agreement.

"Y-Yes baby, please, keep going- A-Ah!"

With his last few thrusts, you felt the knot inside you untangle and you moaned out his name in pure bliss, feeling his thick seed paint your walls. Your head shot back and your eyes closed as your mind drew blank, the high of your second orgasm almost being too much to handle.

His strained moans eventually died down as you felt the last drops of cum shoot out of him, collapsing on top of you and immediately planting kisses all over you again. He was so in love with you, it felt like he was on cloud nine. Hell, he even came inside you. He rarely does that, since he just loves the sight of you swallowing it or playing with it once he cums all over you. But not today. He wanted to make you his.

You laid there in silence for a moment to catch your breath, feeling the fog inside your mind slowly clear up. Once he pulled out, you could feel the mix of your juices slowly seep out of you, and it was such a satisfying feeling.

He plopped down next to you and you snuggled up against him, giving him a couple of small pecks on his cheek. Your fingers gently ran through his short blonde hair as you stared into each other's eyes. You were the happiest you could've ever been in that moment, and neither of you ever wanted it to end.

"So... how about that dinner I promised? I mean, we have something to celebrate after all."

#dangandonpa smut #Danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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hiii as someone who has never been in a relationship, i would really like to know what it would be like to start dating the RFA with no previous experience . would you mind doing some headcanons (mostly yoosung) ? I love your style of writing ! Thanks <3

Thank you so much! It makes me extremely happy that you like my writing 💕

I didn't expect to be struggling as much as I did with this 🙃 I don't even know why, but my brain decided to pull a blank for most things... I still hope it doesn't suck too much and you like this regardless 💖

RFA with a MC that never dated before

Yoosung

He has never been in a relationship before, so he is very much inexperienced as well.

But best believe what he's lacking in experience, he's making up for with effort.

He'll most definitely ask Zen for some advice and do quite some research on what to do for dates.

You want to go on a picnic? He'll prepare the food for it, just leave it to him! Coffee date? Absolutely. You wanna rather stay home and play video games? Best belief he's up for that! And don't worry, even if you shouldn't be good at them, he'll happily teach you. What's the most important thing about it after all, is to be spending time with you.

On that note, cooking together will definitely happen, if you'd be interested. After all, he's constantly trying to get better at it and making food together, trying out new things, could always be fun.

It could happen that he's a bit too shy to immediately hold your hand. He'd probably brush his hand against yours, when you take a walk, hoping you'd take the hint of him wanting to hold it.

It's similar when it's about kissing. Yoosung will try to gather his courage, but mainly ends up a blushing mess and try to brush the attempt off. So either you'll have to take the initiative, or wait until he eventually manages to pull through.

The first kisses are probably a little sloppy and insecure, but hey. Practice makes perfect.

Don't be fooled, though. Yes, he will blush a lot, even if you've been dating for a while already. But he will definitely boast about dating you and, if you're okay with it, show you off to his friends.

(We are not gonna talk about how he'll rub it in Zen's face that he actually started dating someone before him. He would absolutely do that.)

All in all everything there is to learn about being in a relationship, you'd learn together.

Zen

This guy will probably carry you on hands.

You have no prior experience? That's absolutely no problem for him! He will show you everything.

Romantic dates, stargazing on the rooftop, going on nice walks or to restaurants... He'll even take you for a ride on his motorcycle, if you want.

He's big on physical affection, so any chance he gets, he will touch or hold you, no matter where you are.

PDA? He's got no problem with it. Although if it should make you uncomfortable, he will absolutely respect it and keep the less PG stuff for when you're in the comfort of either of your homes.

That being said, he also makes sure not to cross any boundaries and go as fast or slow as you're comfortable with, regarding everything.

For you he'll do his absolute best to contain the BEAST!

If you should ever get jealous or feel uneasy when he interacts with his fans, he will lose no time to remind you that he loves you and that there's no one else in the world for him but you. Same goes for performances with fellow actors that might involve quite some romance scenes.

He won't hesitate to regularly get you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Jaehee

She probably dated before, but during the past couple years (aka especially since she started working for Jumin) there wasn't really the time for it. So she might be a bit rusty. Which means she also doesn't really care if you're inexperienced or not. Every relationship is different anyway, a constant learning process.

PDA isn't exactly her most favorite thing. Not because she doesn't want people to know you're a couple, but she feels like it's more appropriate to do at home. But she will definitely hold your hand and maybe even press occasional kisses to your knuckles.

Jaehee is very considerate of your boundaries (also she's a little shy), but she adores getting hugged or to cuddle with you, since it usually helps her recharge after a long day.

Whenever you had a bad day, she'll offer to listen, before she proposes to curl up together on the couch and watch one of Zen's DVD's to relax.

Most definitely likes to take things slow, so you can both get used to everything without potentially feeling overwhelmed.

Jumin

Inexperienced 2.0

On top of that, he is not the best at immediately figuring out what people might be feeling, so you will have to be upfront and honest with him about your feelings.

He's definitely a gentleman and will do his absolute best to do everything in the right order. Also he's a bit more old-school in some regards.

Jumin will always make sure to get your consent for every bigger step, maybe he'd even ask you if it's okay to hold your hand, before he does it. And he definitely wouldn't kiss you without first making sure that you were up for it as well.

Another person who isn't big on PDA. Holding hands or wrapping his arm around you in public, maybe a kiss to your temple or cheek. But that's about it.

Be prepared to get spoiled, though. Anything that reminds him of you or he feels like it would look good on you? He'll buy it and more often than not, he'll also ask you to wear it for your next date.

Speaking of dates, don't expect things to be anything but luxurious. He only wants the best for you, everything else is unacceptable.

He can also be very sweet and soft, especially once he opened up more to you.

Holding you at night and waking up next to you in the morning? One of his most favorite things to do.

Not to mention that he will remember even the little things, because he cares deeply for you.

Seven

Inexperienced 3.0

So he's another one on the list, who doesn't care if you're experienced or not. He's never been in a relationship either.

But that also means you can explore and experience everything together for the first time and he's excited about it!

Also another one to be very respectful of your boundaries.

Though he will cling to you and shower you in kisses and affection, if you're up for it. Give him the same affection back and that boy will melt!

Stargazing dates and just general road trips in one of his babies are definitely his favorite things to do with you. Next to cuddling during movie nights in blanket forts.

PDA? Hell to the yes, if you're up for it, too! And better prepare yourself for cute, adorable silliness as well. And he will most definitely not let go of you, until he absolutely has to.

Saeyoung can and will talk you into wearing matching outfits or even those silly couple shirts, when you go out.

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heresyourramen · 3 years

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Firebird - Choi Yeonjun x (Fem) Reader

Part of the Hamratia Collaboration by @delicatewerewolfsoul and @sleepylixie.

The artist is Choi Yeonjun, Greek god is Apollo and the deadly sin, pride.

Genre: Greek mythology/ ballet school AU, Angst, villain YN.

Word Count: 11 305

Warnings: Mentions of injury, swearing, the word boobs once, backstabbing (because that's showbizz babyyy), Villain YN, the tiktok audio "gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss" comes to mind, and the crippling pressure of never being perfect that is often found in any sport.

Description: Cupid might never be a victor when apposing Apollo in archery but he had still managed to bring the Sun God to his knees with a single of his arrows.

and he will continue to torment him for his prideful claims, for Daphne's heart will forever be pierced by Cupids led arrow.

Yeonjun, a principle dancer at the Laurier School of Ballet, had a lot going for him, he was from a well respected family within the performing arts community and had been granted a scholarship many in the school would envy him for. Sadly he did have one thing that was not going in his favour a rather tragic and unsuccessful love life, riddled with beautiful woman and men, even the lovers of his closest friends.

Until he one day finds himself Infatuated with a prize he could not attain.

A Firebird.

Honestly you could never tell if Yeonjun was actually naïve or just played dumb.

Girls and boys flocked to him and he seemed to fawn over whom ever piqued his interest most but it never lasted longer than a month, or someone cheated on someone or the relationship ended out being a fiery crash of hatred and venomous bouts in hallways with wide eyed audiences. Somehow he always acted as if he had gotten the short end of the stick, for a week forlorn before another beauty of sorts would be the centre of his attention. Sweet melodies would once again come from where ever he worked, a soft tenor promising spring and love and hope.

You steered clear.

If it wasn't an emotional roller-coaster enough being a double major, his affections would seem to be. No, you'd much rather work on your stubborn unsupple hips and relevés you always get scolded for than listen to whatever hot mess he had going on.

And god was it a loud hot mess. Your headphones blasting Dua Lipa wasn't even drowning out the heated argument between Yeonjun and his dance partner, seated in the corner of the massive practice room by the only corner without mirrors and filled with shelves for bags you keep your eyes on anything but the pair. You turn to face Jungkook who stood stretching as well but with none of the concerns of being caught as he watches curiously a humoured smirk on his lips. You had been lucky enough to be paired with the groups teaching assistant, just as well you were sure half the boys in your class couldn't even lift you. He senses your stare and looks down at where your sat opening up your hips his smirk stretching to a full blown smile, great at least someone was enjoying this spectacle. A shame really that the two strongest dancers in the class were paired up together for the showcase that would double as evaluations, it meant none of the other junior dancers would stand a chance at impressing anyone but also it was a shame that they also happened to be exes. You huff a small sigh through your nose as you get up from the floor and remove the headphones to put in your bag and to pull out the black training tutu. Jungkook had suggested it considering the challenge of the chosen dance itself that from the start you get used to how it would affect your movements, when he'd announced that the firebird pas de deux you'd nearly spilt more than half your coffee on him. It was insane, you'd thought, you were much better suited for contemporary styles and the Modern Jazz ensemble but Jungkook was patient and understanding most of the time as well as stern when necessary and since the performance would also affect his station in the school you didn't argue. Your fingers guide it over your stockings and over your leotard before fiddling where it had bent funny or folded. You turn towards the door a scowl set on your face at who ever barged in, you had booked the studio for the next three hours no one was supposed to come watch you clumsily stumble into Jungkook's arms.

A boy stood in the door way, eyes wide as it landed on you, you recognised him from around campus a friend of Yeonjuns and a classmate Seo Changbin. He wasn't all that tall but his black t-shirt was stretched taught over a broad chest and big arms, gaze sharp even hidden under his long dark fringe that swept over his forehead and eyes. His gaze matched yours and the unimpressed frown he wore disappeared for only a moment as it fell on you softening slightly as he held up a hand in a small wave to you and your partner respectfully. You dip your head in a nod as greeting before another angry curse draws his attention and yours to the bickering couple.

"Yeonjun-ah!" his voice was loud and sharp enough to make the two dancers stop.

"We will be late for class AGAIN, if you don't move your annoyingly firm ass NOW!" Yeonjun's eyes flickered to the clock above the doorway his friend had just burst through and cursed under his breath before running towards you and Jungkook to grab his bags leaving his dance partner to angrily stomp her way after him. You sweep past them in a wide arc and into the centre of the room as you test out the silky pointes arching up onto your toes and back down as you wait for Jungkook to plug in his phone to the sound system and start the music. He turns and nods at you and you take a step towards the edge of the room aware of the curious gazes on your figures. You stand ready and as soon as the whirring clarinet starts you start your leaping entrance before a twirling arabesque. One thing you cursed Jungkook for was that he managed to choose a dance that had you constantly moving. The door shut and announced they'd left leaving you to fight your way through the next three hours of strenuous technicalities.

Yeonjun would've applauded himself for his dress of choice the baggy grey sweatpants he wore over his tights and tight black t shirt he'd been training in had made it possible to switch out his own ballet shoes for some Jordan's easily enough before Changbin could pull him out of the studio by his hair. They managed to slide into the back seats of the lecture hall for music theory just on time.

"What's the dancer that was waiting with Jungkook Sunbae for you two to stop squabbling's name again?" Changbin murmured his gaze transfixed to the page of his notebook as he doodled away trying to force himself into a state of calm.

"Who?" Yeonjun frowned he hadn't cared much for the pair that waited, he was fully distracted by the small mistakes that his partner was making and would cost him his place as top student and his scholarship no doubt. Changbin looked up at him, any ounce of sympathy for his crappy partner and whatever patience he had left dissipated into the stuffy air of the dark lecture hall, how could he have so little care for the people around him daily? He'd seen you in the hallways with either a massive canvas bag or a baggy sweater over a leotard and skirt and always with a tight slicked back bun that emphasized a deadly serious gaze that often rolled back at the sight of them or rather Yeounjun and whomever he had hanging onto him that day.

"Oh you mean Y/N ?" Yeonjun eyes widened innocently, with the realization. Changbin nodded and Yeonjun shrugged his gaze lowering along with his posture as he slid down to slump his tired body into his chair.

"What about her?"

"Well... aren't they in our class? What do you think their presentation will look like? " Changbin inquired curiously as he watched his friend shrug again his eyes still trained at the slideshow the teacher was babbling over.

"Jungkook is the teaching assistant but he'd managed to pair up with a sub-par ballet dancer, poor guy. Her ankles are weak and she's too contemporary, her theatricality is commendable but mostly just makes her routines seem sloppy, why?" Yeonjun said with a small tug at the corner of his lips as he swept the dark black tresses from his eyes that never left their pacing lecturer. Because of this he missed the way Changbins irritated smirk dropped away, his lips pulling into an ugly straight line, an expression that had started showing more recently. He would agree there was room for an improvement, but there was for everyone in their class even the principle beside him. His temper was on a very short leash with his friend as he watched his arrogance grow after every break up. Yeonjun's love life was tragic, truly, and he'd feel bad for his friends pitiful attempts at relationships if he wasn't such a goddamn prick about it. Yeonjun had managed to date many a girl or boy that even his friends had some sort of interest in, always managing it in a way that made it seem he couldn't help himself and Changbin was tired of it, exhausted not even getting a chance. That small little proud smirk was still stuck on his friends face when he inquired once more.

"Are you not in the slightest bit worried that they might manage to out stage you?" Yeonjun had to muffle his loud 'Ha' with a cough as he snickered to himself his friends gaze growing darker as his frown deepened.

"Of course not but its cute that you worry for me 'Bin." Yeonjun answered with a sweet smile and a pat on the shoulder before focusing back on the class.

That would be it, Changbin thought, Yeonjuns own pride would be his downfall.

He'd make sure of it.

"Hi! Y/N, right?" the strange voice announced its presence loudly from beside the studio door, you're startled enough to drop the empty water bottle and your history book. To tired to even worry about it, you simply raise your hands over your eyes and sigh deeply, brushing the few loose strands that had managed to escape from the the gel and hairpins during the the gruelling three hour training session out of your face. One would imagine after two weeks your body would be used to it but alas. Every part of you ached, actually it was a relief not holding that 10 ton excuse of a book and you knew if you didn't open your eyes right away you'd fall asleep right there standing. You let your arms fall to your sides and raise your eyes to the culprit who stood holding your bottle and book a soft concern gracing his dark features.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mind to startle you like that." He apologizes but doesn't make a move to hand you back your belongings.

"It's okay I'm pretty jumpy by nature." You wave him off not even attempting to muster the frustration you probably should have felt.

"Have you been training for the last couple of hours?" Changbins brow furrows and his eyes trail over your figure clad in some sweatpants and your training jumper. You nod slowly and pulling your phone out of your bag to check the time you'd ran over time, since no one had booked the slot for the studio after. Jungkook stepped out of the studio dark hair swept back as he pulled on his own black hoodie.

"Oh Jungkook, just who I'm looking for." Changbin says and he rests a soft hand on your elbow as he gently guides you out of the doorway his other still holding your stuff before falling away as he stands beside you

"Changbin Madame Jeong spoke to me earlier. Are you sure about swapping places?" Jungkook gets straight to the point, his brow furrowing. Changbin couldn't blame him, being evaluated on your dance ability and your ability to choreograph a piece from scratch was completely different.

"It's not like I have much choice, Tzuyu won't be back anytime soon with a torn ACL." Changbin hears your shocked gasp, and turns his head to observe your hand over your mouth and eyes wide at the shocking news. With classes being suspended for the rest of the semester and such a large group few people had known of her injury.

"What's going to happen now?" You ask eyes wide with concern as you look between the older man and your classmate.

"Jeong had suggested Changbin take my place in your performance and I participate in my own years evaluation." Jungkook said with an apologetic expression down at you, your tired features barely even managed a proper frown.

"What?"

"It's still a month and Changbin is one of the best dancers in the group, you'll be fine." Jungkook wore a guilty expression as he scratched the back of his head as he watched your shoulders hunch over, folding in on yourself as you start to slowly loose hope.

"Hey! Don't do that, you know I'll even come help out if you need me!" he grabs you by your shoulders and force you to look at him, he doesn't break the stare down until you nod. You were furious, not only was this inconvenient but it would effect the outcome of the rest of your studies at this school. But you couldn't even muster any of the energy you needed to be upset about it after a gruelling session.

"Whatever," You shake Jungkooks hands off your shoulders and take your stuff from Changbin who'd been watching the exchange with a nervous nibble at his plump bottom lip.

"We're doing Firebird, I'm sure Jungkook will inform you of how atrocious I am." You turn on your heal and walk away because honestly, fuck that shit.

"Hey I think we got off on the wrong foot I'm Cha-" Changbin stood leaning behind the studio door waiting for you to show up. You had contemplated not showing, because who cares at this point? Not Jungkook, not Changbin and certainly not that piece of work director Jeong.

"I know who you are, don't worry." You interrupt him as you fiddle with a hair pin that was practically indented into your skull with the way you had furiously stabbed it into the bun. Changbin to his credit musters the decency to look guilty.

"This isn't ideal for either of us but I have faith in us." Changbin says softly and you nearly bark a laugh in his face, you instead settle for a scoff. Yeah, sure he'd be fine he was a top student, technically near perfect almost better than Yeonjun only lacking the physical stature that would be needed to accommodate taller partners, where you're bottom tier at least in ballet, a charity case and no doubt a relief to be rid off, Jungkook was probably ecstatic knowing you weren't his responsibility anymore.

"Yeah, we'll see how you feel after the next three hours buddy." You pat him on his shoulder before brushing past him into the studio at 12 sharp. Changbin with a frustrated glower follow you, you weren't going to make this easy.

He steps in to the sound of Yeonjun's ex yelling at his friend and he can't help but feel a little better about this mess, he doubted you'd snap at him like that.

Your judgement was obvious, your face like an open book as you observed the pair going at each other. But it wasn't just disapproval, it was a corner of a lip tilted in a smile laced with pity. Changbin just wasn't sure if it was for Yeonjun or his partner.

He guessed it was the latter rather, by his past experience of being pinned with a scrutinious stare every time he was with his friend. You weren't part of the plan in anyway, in fact he really was praying to what ever immortal beings existed in the realms of the heavens the two of you would perform a passable performance at least, but there was always another way to throw Yeonjun of his game.

Love.

His ex was playing a big role in her reluctance to cooperate and he didn't even have to do much about it, in fact Changbin didn't have to do anything about it but that wouldn't be enough. It wasn't Yeonjuns first challenging partner, he'd manage, highly stressed but he'd still do his best.

"Changbin?" Your voice breaks his stare from the pair as they train through their rendition of Apollo and one of the muses dance and he notes that you're already in the black tutu over your not so traditional leotard. It wouldn't be a problem if the zip that ran down it's front was done up like most other students wore it. He swallowed hard, he didn't blame you, he'd heard that leotards were constricting, he just didn't realize it would do a better job than a push up bra.

"If you're done could we possibly get them out of here?" He doesn't miss the small smile that graces your features before turning around to face the mirrors and finish your stretching. Changbin clears his throat as he quickly changes out of his sneakers.

"Yeonjun, times up!" His voice booms over the music and shocks you enough to come up from the back bend you'd been stretching in, unwinding a supple arch until you're stood straight again, only to be met with a different sharp gaze from under black strands. Yeonjuns dark eyes are trailing over your torso as he makes his way over towards his bag, you keep your face straight as your fingers find the zip on your front, you taunt him a small drag down, his tongue sliding over his full bottom lip, before zipping it all the way up. You keep yourself from laughing at the way the softest pink dusts his cheeks and his eyes divert as you pass him, you'd think they'd never seen a pair of boobs before the way these boys were acting.

"You ready?" Changbin calls over, his brow raised. He hadn't missed the brief exchange and you meet his gaze.

"I am, but do you know the choreography?" Your brows raise and Changbin gives you a smug little smirk as answer and starts the music.

"ohmygod you're worse than Jungkook!" You babble. You swear you can hear your hips breaking as Changbin pushes down through his arms keeping your knees on the worn hardwood floor. Solid, warm muscle is pressing into your back as he leans over you.

"Stop complaining it's only a few more seconds." He huffs out, but when you tilt your head up you're met with a grin through your watery eyes. The timer goes off and you suck in a deep breath as Changbin lets you relax out of the pose. The session had been hard, he'd managed to point out technicalities that Jungkook had managed to miss or rather chose to ignore when he suggested cooldown your legs nearly gave out, it was outrageous the best modern dance program at a fucking ballet school. You weren't built for this. You lie back with a huff and watch as Changbin sets another timer.

"More?" This was crazy and he shakes his head with playful grin.

"It's only helping you." He points out and takes your now sweatpants clad legs and straighten them out for you before taking one ankle and pushing it up and towards your chest. This isn't nearly as difficult but it was uncomfortable. His arm that wasn't holding your leg was pushing your hips down to assure it from lifting and although he was sat kneeling between your legs he was still half hanging over your face. Sharp cologne, mixed with sweat was filling your airways and a thin silver chain dangled from around his neck as his he watched you. You clear your throat and head of all of your inappropriate thoughts.

"How'd you know the choreography?" You ask softly but jot your chin out just a little to assert yourself more.

Changbin smiles down at you. The last three hours had been the most time he'd spent with you, in the last two years and he couldn't help himself, he enjoyed your company. Your confidence, your focus and drive. Your being aware of yourself, wo you are and your bold assertion of it had made him more comfortable than intimidated.

"Jungkook and I ran through it last night after you threw a temper tantrum and ran off." He watches your eyes roll dramatically ready to snap back at him with something sarcastic or mean but he doesn't give you the chance too.

"I'm also pretty familiar with it, I've done parts of it before." Your mouth closes and brows knit in a frown at the interruption and he chuckles at the expression. His fingers trail along your calve softly as he sits back and releases his grip on your ankle to do the same with the other one. But when he leans back over you his face is serious, brows drawn pensively together and lips in an angry line. You leave it, to tired to pry.

"Y/n... I- what would you do if I made a proposition?" His sharp stare flicks from where it was staring at the floor and to your face and you squirm slightly.

"Depends, what's in it for me?" Your voice is low as each of you regard the other with hesitancy.

"An A+." Changbin answered and you laughed.

"You're funny."

"Y/N. I'm serious." You settle down and he pins you with a determined stir.

"I want to beat Yeoujun. I want his scholarship, and I want principle." Your eyes widen at that. You didn't have much against Yeonjun besides the fact that he was annoying and reeked of talent but did nothing with it.

"That's a little harsh isn't it? I get principle but the scholarship? Aren't you guys friends?" You inquire curiously and Changbin lowers his head to avoid your gaze. When he looks back up his tongue is stuck in his cheek as he grins.

"You'd think? Either way he sure as hell doesn't fucking act like it." He says it with a little bitter chuckle. The two of you sit in that loaded silence, filled with secrets, and revenge and jealousy for a moment just staring at the other.

"What do you say?" He's leaning closer and his words just above a whisper as he continues to regard you a moment longer, eyes flickering over your face trying to read your expression the tension was palpable if you stuck out the tip of your tongue you'd taste it and Changbins lips.

The glass doors click open.

"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice calls and dripping with smugness. Changbin watches as you roll you eyes and sits back with a little smile as he lets go of your leg and ankle. Yup, definitely the right candidate.

You sit up from the floor and look over at the door where Yeonjun is leaning a little grin on his face as he takes in the sight of the two of you, Changbin idly resting in between your thighs.

"It's called stretching, I'm sure you've heard of it before. You know, being a ballet dancer and all?" Changbin retorts and helps you to stand. His hand rests softly in the small of your back and gives it a soft pat to nudge you towards your bags. You zip the leotard down again, so you can breathe and fiddle your phone out of your bag to check the time and slip your feet into your sneakers. You still had 20 minutes of your session left, how rude.

"She joining us?"

"I can hear you." You voice is sharp as you basically rip your bag off the ground and walk towards them. You pause beside Changbin shifting your weight to one side as you cross your arms over your chest and let your eyes wander over Yeonjun's figure, tall and strong and delicate features, gender envy if you've ever seen it. God he was perfect, so hopelessly beautiful and and torturously seductive, strong figure dressed in a white shirt taught across his chest and sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"I'll do it." You turn your head and face Changbin who tries his best to hide his panic.

"What? Join us for dinner?" Yeonjun scoffed.

"Oh, how lovely I've been upgraded from object to person worth addressing directly. No, I would rather not join. " You retort and turn to face Changbin and soften your features in a smile as you let your hand rest on the tan skin of his bicep. The same one that had effortlessly lifted you into the hair for two hours as if you were air.

"I'll text you."

Yeonjun watches you with an aghast smile as you push past and waltz out of the doors.

"Quite the partner you got there." Changbin had been watching your figure through the glass doors and smiled to himself.

"Sure is."

The door clicked shut behind them and Changbin tossed the hood of his black hoodie over his still slightly damp hair as they made their way out of the building.

"How's your training going?" Changbin inquired out of courtesy. Yeonjun had been breezing through the almost abandoned school hallways beside him almost without a worry.

"I think she'll claw my eyes out, maybe it'll be a good thing, then I can't see all the mistakes she's making." Yeonjun huffed his arms that he'd stretched up and above over his head flopping to his sides on frustration and Changbin laughed a little at that.

"How about you?"

"It's only been a day, but she's really not as bad as you make her seem. I've never met someone who works so hard in something she won't need." Changbin shoved his hands into his pockets as they make their way across the parking lot.

It was true. Despite your complaints about stretching, you'd let him run you through every part of the routine without any reluctance. Everytime he stopped and restarted, picking at a millisecond misstep, a finger a touch out of place, or an arm not soft enough, you'd let him do so without even so much as slight glimpse of reluctance. You'd take the critisism and focus on improving every single time, Jungkook had also managed to pick a character that suited your theatricality Yeonjun had previously criticised you for. You had even managed a lack of reaction at his fumbling in the different lifts, patiently letting him get used to it.

"That doesn't always make you good." Yeonjin pointed out as Changbin unlocked his car. Changbin had to keep himself from trying to rip his driver side door off at the sudden comment. Instead he takes a moment to pause as he leans against the car roof.

"What? Was that a little harsh?" Yeonjun said in a rather insincere tone from across the car roof.

"Get in the car." Changbin grumbles in answer.

"Forget about the evaluation for a second." Changbin mumbles through a mouthful of burger. It wasn't the best dietary choice but it had been a while he'd worked so hard for such a long duration of time, not because he had to make up for what you lacked but because your determination to do well fuelled him to do the same. Yeonjin was eating away at a plate of fries and looked up at his friend curiously.

"What do you think of YN?" Yeonjun pauses slightly.

There was no denying it, there wasn't many dancer's like you at Laurier, there was actually no other dancers like you. You were an enigma. Few would suffer through years of dance programs that weren't related to their focus, or even suffer through entrance exams in forms that weren't trained just to follow their dreams. Besides that, you held a seductive air, it was part of your muscular, curvier build that many of the female ballet dancer's lacked. You were stronger, your leaps and jumps far higher than most of the female student body and closely matching some of the boys in the classes best even. Your eyes were definitely what had caught Yeonjun's attention but not because they were a particular colour. Rather it was the firey emotion that constantly burned in them. You were passionate. Whenever his eyes met your sharp gaze he saw flames burn, gold and warm. And he'd be lying if he didn't say he envied it, just a little.

"She's pretty."

Changbins brow raises as if implying, that's all?He knew Yeonjun to well and there was clearly more to the loaded statement.

"Fine, she's more than pretty, but does that really matter? Let's be honest neither of us have been big on locker room talk 'bin." Yeonjun says pointedly and Changbin nods pensively gazing up at the ugly florescent lighting in the dingy diner. He guessed that's maybe why Yeonjun had swiped Felix out of his grasp in an instant. Because Yeonjun never cared much to discuss whom his friends might be interested in. Either way, Changbin doesn't see Felix around anymore unless he passes by a room scheduled for the younger groups ballet sessions.

"I guess you're right. I'm just asking, because I like her shitty attitude and I know most of the girls are stuck up but her words have a bite to it that I think makes her different." Changbin says out loud and steals a fry from his friend who looks him on affronted. But the words are heavy on his ears. Yes the bite, fire. Yeonjun thought, fire that burns red and angry.

"You have the weirdest taste."

"Yah, we have the same taste so don't go around insulting me just yet." Changbin said and tossed a piece of lettuce at Yeonjun but it fell short next to his plate instead.

"Yeah well, you're on your own this time." Yeonjun scoffed and wore half smirk as he picked up the glass of ice water.

"Are you sure?" Changbin said softly his sharp chin resting on his hands as he stared at his friend, eyes narrowed. Yeonjun didn't like it. Like he knew that it was a desperate dismissal of obvious attraction. His critique of your horrible technique and inexperience was something he's used to brush off his crush in his first year at the school because how could you ever be what he wanted ? You sucked and had no friends, in all honesty you were extremely bad then and he couldn't help but wonder how the fuck you made it all the way to third year evaluation.

"I think you're lying." Changbin said with a tiny smirk one that most definitely had the devil hiding behind it.

"I don't think you just happened to remember her name Yeonjun." Changbin said and chuckled as he pulled his wallet out and dug out some cash that he put on the table to cover their dinner.

"You're delusional." Yeonjun hissed and shot him a glare as he collected his bag and hoodie. Changbin was halfway to the door when he turned to face his friend again.

"And you're a terrible liar."

The atelier was empty except for the three of you. The blonde was tall and lanky, built like a dancer himself but here you were, at a fashion school. When Changbin said he knew someone who could help with costumes you hadn't expected this. You hadn't expected him to drag you halfway across the city in a really nice car on a Saturday morning, picking you up with a bag filled with a white tutu in your size and some craft items to take you out to a completely different art school.

"Changbin, I hate you."

"Come on! Hyunjin you have a costume design practical next semester and all you have to do is decorate a to and spray paint a white tutu red." Changbin tried to reason but the tall, handsome man remained unimpressed.

"I hate you." Hyunjin seems to stand his ground as he stares down his shorter friend, you bite down on your lip at the exchange and your eyes widen slightly as his glare lands on you.

"But I'll do it. Only since I'm poor and you're paying rich boy." Hyunjin held up a finger before dramatically sweeping long blonde hair out of his face. You feel a sigh of relief pass through your lips for some reason.

"Also your partner is stunning." Hyunjin said with a vapid flap of his one hand in the direction where you sat. You raise your brows and smile as Changbin shoots you a quick pained glare, "You'll have to give me her number so I can use her as a model in the future for a few projects."

You sit up a little straighter at the sound of that, Chin tilting up proudly. It wasn't that you were insecure, that wasn't the case at all. It was just that you were constantly in an environment were the bone thin and light ballet dancer was the beauty ideal and you didn't match it. It was nice, getting out and being reminded that you're most definetly an enviable beauty for some.

"We'll do fittings at your school next week." Hyunjin huffed as he pulled out the things Changbin had brought along.

"Really?" Hyunjin holds up a black t shirt and Changbin shrugs.

"You're supposed to be a prince, I can't just make you un upgraded t-shirt!"

"I would like to state for the record, that I said that too." You raise your hand and Hyunjin slaps Changbin over the back of the head and you snicker that you hide behind a cough.

"Why won't you listen to her? You're a real piece of work." Hyunjin shakes his head and lets out a frustrated huff before pulling the measuring tape around his neck and using a finger to tell Changbin to turn.

"It won't do, I'll make you a proper coat." Hyunjin started taking Changbins measurements, wen he said a number out loud you jumped realizing he was expecting you to write it down for him. You scramble and make your way over to the book on the table beside them writing down the numbers for him.

"Thank you for being such a wonderful assistant." Hyunjin says and his warm smile has your own lips tugging upwards.

"Anytime." you assure him and he surprises you as he takes your hand and plants a soft kiss on your knuckles before turning to face his friend.

"You. If you ever try to bring me a t-shirt and think you're overthrowing a prince with it again, I will choke you." Hyunjin scolds and you raise a brow at the title curiously.

"Prince?"

"Yes, its a nickname we gave Yeonjun since he has everything." Hyunjin explained.

"Everything?" You push and Hyunjin looks over at Changbin who gives a nod of encouragement.

"Yeonjuns always been a talented dancer and well, his family is pretty well off being some of the largest investors in the art community but he also has that wonderful scholarship that his dads company has at the school."

"It's his fathers company?" That was news to you, probably because you didn't have any friends to gossip with at the school.

"And everyone's okay with it?" You ask, your face unable to hide your obvious disgust.

"Well whats anyone going to do about it? Talk to Jeong? He's her prodigy." Hyunjin reasoned.

"But the students...", You try to reason and Changbins shake of his head shuts you up.

"Don't care, everyone wants to be his friend, fuck him or already has."

"On that solemn note, please leave so I can offer up my free time to this nightmare of a project." Hyunjin shoo's the two of you out.

Once you're buckled in the seat of the passenger side of Changbins car you wait patiently as he fiddles with the buttons on the stereo.

"What's your plans for today?" Changbin asks and you shrug.

"I don't have any, unless you want to train. In which case I'm fully booked." You can't help your smile as he cackles brightly.

"Wanna do something? I mean we haven't really had time to discuss any of our uh, approaches?" Changbin struggles to fine a subtle way to say revenge plot and this time its your turn to laugh.

"What did you have in mind?" Changbin grins and starts his car as an answer.

"Changbin I can't afford anything on this menu." You hiss with wide eyes and he waves you off, as if you weren't struggling to do the maths that would keep you from compromising your already strictly ramen noodle diet.

"It's my treat then." You can't help the grimace, what was it with these super rich art school kids. You sit back in the to nice chair and stare at his eyes wandering the menu.

"Why me?" His brows dip in question. "Why did you ask me to help you with the Yeonjun issue?"

An acknowledging nod signals his understanding but he's still quiet for a moment to long.

"Your a bit of an odd case. You seem to severely dislike him and well you are something he can't have."

"Please continue." He puts his menu down on the white table cloth gently before resting his chin on his intertwined fingers.

"The Choi's, as lovely and charitable as they are, expect perfection perhaps not from everyone but definitely from their son." You sit upright in your seat, curiosity piqued.

"You aren't exactly what is considered to be daughter-in-law material and that's not because you aren't pretty enough because lets be honest you're gorgeous. It's simply because you aren't part of the family's close friends, specifically one of the shining stars." You can't help the blush tinting your cheeks at the compliment mid explanation and Changbin notices despite the extremely soft lighting casting a glow on everything, enough to give you a small smile and a coy head tilt.

"Yeonjun doesn't have a lot of options but his romantic escapades," Changbin breathes out a humourless chuckle, "Let's just say, that's how he rebels."

"That still doesn't explain my unattainability?" You raise a brow and sit back in your seat again.

Changbin reaches over the table, careful of the vase filled with bright orange flowers and takes one of your hands softly in his own, the action was odd but not enough to alarm you.

Yet.

"Yeonjun always wants to be the best and for a while, actually, too long he has been." Changbins eyes are trained on your hand, having turned it over so he could trace the folds and lines of your palm with his fingers.

"Y/N, it takes one simple challenge. A suggestion that he might not be the best and his pride would rule him. He'd be so focused on proving everyone that his station is deserved, that he is in fact the best, that he'd be to blind to see his own downfall coming."

"He assumes that everyone has placed him on the same pedestal that he had placed himself on his entire life, so that the idea of someone not doing so doesn't exist to him."

Changbin looks up from your hand dark glare trained on your face.

"You don't like him, and he can't believe it."

"You like me more, would rather be partnered with anyone but him?"

You nod slowly to confirm that Changbins observation is correct.

"He can't have that. He'll become obsessed with proving that you're wrong in doing so." Changbins gaze is back on your palm, his soft tracing sending a ghost of shivers down your spine.

"So not only aren't you what his parents expect but you also seem to have a solid dislike for him. It wasn't the plan, honestly." Changbin looks up at you hand squeezing yours now as if it would convey his promise as truthful.

"But it sure is convenient." You say lowly and he nods, suddenly not so sure about how good of an idea it was asking for help. He wasn't sure if the blank mask you wore could because of inner turmoil, for all he knew his explanation could have completely changed your mind in helping him out. He lets go of your hand, sliding his own back slowly his eyes fixed on your face waiting for your next reaction. What it would be, what he was waiting for he didn't know but it certainly wasn't what he had expected.

The soft chuckle wasn't unwelcome but it was definitely confusing.

"Wow, how does that saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeonjun took that pretty seriously, huh?" Changbin doesn't fail to see the irony.

"Don't get me wrong, we were friends and in some twisted way I'm sure we still are."

"But?"

"But I'm tired of losing to him." Changbin slinks back into his seat hands off the table and falling helplessly to his lap.

You encourage him to continue by pouring water from the jug on the table into his glass as if its a stiff drink, like the one he seems to need.

"There was this one guy. Fuck, was it bad. He's sweet and his cheeks would squish up and make it impossible to count the freckles that was all over his cheeks and nose. I wasn't even crushing, I practically skipped that whole step and boy did I make it obvious." He was sitting back up and he wore a half assed grin one that held more than its fair share of sadness.

"No one missed it, so either Yeonjun was impossibly blind or clearly was trying to make a point." Changbin resorted to finally reaching for his glass of water but simply opted for staring at the droplets running down the side of the glass.

"So he swooped in, charmed the living daylights out of him before I could blink, promptly broke his heart and now Felix doesn't speak to any of us anymore."

"Felix? As in Felix Lee?" The description Changbin had given wasn't terribly subtle, but it was still somewhat of a surprise.

"Yeah and unfortunately my friend didn't just betray me he broke my heart without even thinking about it twice or having the decency of asking if my puppy dog eyes meant something."

The revenge plot was starting to make sense and as much as you didn't like Yeonjun, Changbin might've let it slip that his opinion of your ballet abilities wasn't the highest. Of course sticks and stones, but you couldn't help growing fond of Changbin a bit of a Dark cloud that hid a bundle of charm and softness that had seeped past your cold exterior. Dammit you'd even consider him a friend, your first at Laurier.

He was still clearly worried that whatever it was he was planning you'd say no too, weary glances from his hands on his glass to you. You offer him a small grin to soothe his worries.

"Oh don't worry, you still have me in your corner Binnie." You say gently before sitting forward. "Now, what's the plan exactly?"

Yeonjun watched as your hair followed with your twirls, the red and gold feathers bouncing along with the tutu as you playfully one two stepped into a pirouette with a big smile, your eyes alight with joy as you giggled. The pretty glimmering costume sparkled brightly and he couldn't help but think that your smile seemed blinding in comparison. He'd never seen it before, such happiness coming from you while doing ballet. Granted, you were doing a terrible job at practicing proper technique or steps but the freely stepping to releve and the flowing of your arms with the glittering feather arm bands made you truly seem like a firebird, free and joyous and beautiful.

Changbin was right the character suited you and perhaps he had maybe judged your talents as a dancer too harshly.

Your playful twirls excited grins and entertained light hearted chuckles from your audience, Hyunjin even going so far as to give you applause for your impromptu show.

"Okay, okay. Come here pretty girl so we can check that the feathers don't come off or it gets in the way." Changbin stood up his coat black coat with the golden embellishments and lapels open over his white t shirt and he held out his hand for you to except. With a playful tug he pulled you into his chest where you giggled softly. Changbin held you in a couple of releve twirls before the two of you got serious as the two of you turned serious and he manoeuvred around the costume you to lift you as previously practiced.

Jealousy, it bubbled up inside of Yeonjun like a black sticky tar at the sight of you and one of his closest friends so comfortable with each other, in synchronization as if you two had known each other for years and not only two or three weeks.

This crush, or at least the acknowledgement was becoming dangerous. He was starting to fall back into his regular patterns, the ones he knew all to well. Looking for a specific head of hair in a crowd, a black zipped down leotard, eyes that burned with hellfire, without even thinking about it, second nature almost. He was on a downhill drop to being absolutely infatuated and this new version of you, free and happy it was only stoking the hearth in his heart. It wasn't helping his cause.

For once he felt like he'd lost to Changbin.

Be it because he knew you so well, or because he had the burden of being your partner or perhaps because he was the one to witness your joy or perhaps instigate it.

He'd never really been sure what incited your icy exterior and furious glares in his direction. He'd avoided you for most years but now he was wondering if rather it was the other way around and why it was bothering him that you would.

He'd never considered himself to be narcissistic and yet, what would force you of all people to stay so far away from him? Few who weren't exes and even then few of those actively tried to avoid Yeonjun in the way he was quickly piecing together that you had. Finally it would seem you were in arms reach, not so far away. Changbin was his link to you now, he might just have a shot at pulling you closer, pulling you towards him, the same way you had started pulling him towards you.

The night had started off wild,with too many beers and too many soju bottles littering the countertop of Wooyoungs apartment when the three of them left. That it was crazy getting more when they met up with a few other s but he didn't realize it would result in this.

"Yeonjun whats your deal man?" Wooyoung said bright smile and cheerful giggle following after as he slung an arm over his much taller friends shoulders and pulled him into a hug, never scared of affection but it was too much. It was a lot with the buzz and the loud music and the smoke filled air.

"I don't have a deal." Yeonjun grumbled but didn't even try to shove his friend off of him.

"He's just mad that my dance partner doesn't like him." Changbin said with a teasing lilt but that obnoxious little smirk was rubbing him wrong. This time he did shove Wooyoungs arm off of him as he stepped closer and peered down at Changbin, bare of the grin he'd previously worn. He wasn't tilting his head back to meet Yeonjuns stare no instead e simply looked up through his lashes his dark glare daring Yeonjun to do what he so desperately wanted too, knowingly.

"Admit it, you're jealous." Changbin said softly the same smirk growing as he knew his words hit true to their mark. He could tell by the way Yeonjun stiffened.

"You can't have her, she doesn't want you." His words were barely a whisper but the way Yeonjuns anger was zeroing in on his friend, blocked out all other sounds, "And nothing you do will change her mind."

"Because she doesn't care and guess what? You aren't as fucking great as you think you are." Yeonjun shoved Changbin back and was ready to swing when someone pulled him back to no avail as he stepped closer to Changbin who promptly stopped him from landing any hits as he took a hold of his wrists before both of them were promptly ripped apart.

"Go cool off!" Wooyoung practically pushed Yeonjun into one of their other friends who was standing behind him as he pulled him away from Changbin who was steadied with a firm hand on Wooyoungs chest .

"Go!" Wooyoung voiced again, louder and Yeonjun ripped himself away as he shoved his way through the thick crowd.

This place had been playing tricks on his mind since he got here, what had brought Changbin to suggesting this place from their usual spots?

The energy was strange here, it was something other from just dancing in the air. No here, the thickness of lust and sex seemed to hang in the air. It was starting to make him act up in ways he never would've dreamed of.

Yeonjun swept the cold water over his face. This was outrageous he'd never even thought of picking a fight with Changbin at least not physically. He breathed out sigh before sweeping the damp black tresses and back out of his face he straightened only to be met by the sight of you. He must be really drunk to be hallucinating now. He blinked hard and realized that it wasn't a hallucination. A bright yellow fish darted across his vision and his brain caught up with his vision. The men's room was separated from the women's by a bright fish tank, one that stretched its length glowing bright and filled with an array of both large and small colourful fish.

You haven't noticed him, eyes trained on the small compact in your hand as you reapplied the lipstick shade you had selected to wear for the evening.

It wasn't love at first sight. No, he'd seen you before, on numerous different occasions but now...

The sight of you sobered him up more than the cool water ever could, hair that was usually pulled back now framing your face, figure graced in a short white dress , with a generous neckline much like that leotard you favoured, the golden lighting above the individual sinks lighting up your skin made you glow.

It definitely wasn't love but something had changed, maybe it was him finally admitting his pining for you.

Your eyes caught his as soon as you snapped the compact shut, not a hint of surprise dawning on your features.

Instead you hold his stare as you put everything back into your small clutch a ghost of a smile on your face as you step back from the glass and walk away, only breaking the silent battle when the door hides your figure.

Yeonjun darts out of the bathroom and immediately seeks the figment of his imagination his head must of conjured because it was impossible, that you'd appear here, in the midst of all his way to high strung out emotions. He caught a glance of your figure sashaying through the crowds that seemed to move aside at the meer sense of your presence, everyone making space for you as you pass, to afraid to even graze themselves against you. Yeonjun squeezes through the gyrating figures, tall long body squeezed out and pushed out of the way, his idea to follow in your wake becoming exceptionally difficult with each surge of the bass and bright flare of light. White strobes creating stop motion images of the people dancing around him.

As he finally escapes the dancefloor he spots your figure leaning up against the bar, Changbin leaning over it as he whispers something in your ear that tempts a beautiful grin to your lips. Yeonjun immediately pushes away the ugly head of anger that threatened to instigate another fight and plastered on a smirk before sliding in beside the pair of you.

It was strange seeing him through the fish tank damp black strands hanging over his heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips parted aghast. You'd never seen him in anything other than sweats or dance clothes, you would be lying if you didn't say the white muscle tank didn't look good on him, long lean arms, toned enough that as he leaned against the sink you could see the way the muscles in his shoulders moved and now you could see he had paired it with some black jeans that came up high enough to accentuate his enviably tiny waist.

"Changbin, sorry for interrupting but I'd like to invite Y/N to the dancefloor?" His eyes stayed glued to your face and you dared a glance towards Changbins whos dark analytical gaze encouraged you to play the game.

"And why would I dance with you?" You tease, acting coy as you fiddle a strand of hair around your index finger he bites as he leans closer with his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Well I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of being partners and well it might be best in a space you'd be comfortable." He leans back with a grin one that so obviously says he's proud of his little insult.

"Is that so?" You barely keep the snappiness out of your tone as you glare him down. Yeonjun tries to suppress the chills the look is giving him. You hand your purse over to Changbin and walk past him a shove at his shoulder, your heels making you tall enough to dare the push without it seeming pathetic. Yeonjun chuckles incredulous before turning on his heels to catch up with your long strides, by the time he's close enough to reach you he realizes you've managed to find people that seem to be your own friends judging by their friendly smiles and the way they made space for you the song the DJ was currently playing resembled dance hall and all though he was aware that his mind severely undersold your dancing abilities he wasn't expecting the sight in front of him. With not a single care for the shortness of the dress or the vulgarity of the moves your hips seemed to lead your body in a seductive rhythm that had Yeonjun staring even if he was sure it was inappropriately. Every time you caught his eyes, your grin told him he'd lost. He didn't even stand a chance to start with. He would've had better luck in the dance studio.

It felt good, a different kind of thrill. Shutting him up even if it was for just a little while, especially after you heard what his opinion was of your dancing ability.

He trailed you back to the bar and with a defeated smile watched you order a drink.

"I have severely underestimated you, I apologize." Yeonjun says with that same small grin and a shake of his head and you beam.

"Apology accepted." You chuckle and brush your hair out of your face as you watch him.

"I really messed up." Yeonjun bites down on his bottom lip and you force your eyes away from his plump pouty lips to his eyes.

"Yes you did." You agree and he chuckles brightly and loudly.

"I meant," He steps closer, leaning down lips brushing up against your ear as he lowers his voice,"If I had just been honest with myself, you might have been doing those moves on me." He pulls back and your head is a whirlwind of thoughts. Honest with himself? What was that supposed to mean? Either way it didn't matter, your stomach and well other parts of your body were fluttering dangerously at the implications of his words. Your drink arrives and so does Changbin who saddles up to your side comfortably, his arm wrapping around your waist and you let him so you can lean into his strong body and take some pressure of your feet in their heels. Yeonjuns gaze darkens.

"I'm happy we came, this place is way cooler than the uptight clubs we always go to." Changbin announces and Yeonjuns brow dips, he didn't think this place was all that great but judging by the sweat that was dotting his friends forehead, the music and his chosen partners were the reasons behind his high praise.

Your butterflies still hadn't calmed and the alcohol made you dare the chance.

"You finally ready to be my dance partner properly?" You shoot a grin in Yeonjuns direction, one he missed because he was busy staring at Changbins arm around your waist.

"Yeonjun?" You call and it finally seems to click you were talking to him.

"Of course." He dares a grin and bows slightly as he offers his hand formally, you scoff and with a roll of your eyes take the hand offered. He laces his fingers through yours and pulls you away from Changbin's grip only letting go to hold your hands up so you could spin.

One thing you realized, Yeonjun was a sore loser. He'd stepped into your space as the songs continued to switch through the mix list, this only resulted in him proving his own ability to follow a beat in time with your movements. Pressed closer together the air only got stickier, and you could feel the cold drops of sweat running down your spine as time was lost to you and apparently all form of rational thought too. It was only when a tender but heavy kiss found the back of your neck that you realized, you were dancing with the enemy in a way that could possibly have you arrested for public indecency. You took a step away and turned steeling your gaze so you didn't look like the deer in headlights you had suddenly become.

Because as much as shutting Yeonjun up was fun this was making you want to find out if there was other ways to have fun with him, you couldn't promise yourself you wouldn't end up in a more compromising position with him and that was definitely not the plan. You eye him for a moment his surprised expression, hair hangning in his eyes or matted against his forehead, in a similar manner to how the white tank was sticking to his chest hand reaching out to grab your hand again. You press past a couple and dissapear back to the bathroom.

So this was how people got swept up in the hurricane Yeonjun was. Distracted by the pretty lashes, sharp eyes that devoured you whole and those terribly soft lips. Ghosts of his fingers ran over your body, everywhere he had dared to touch so surely, the spot on the back of your neck burning at the memory of the kisses weight. You dared a look into the floor length mirror parallel to the door you'd rushed through. He'd left you a mess, sticky with sweat and smudged mascara around your eyes, breathless and hair messy. You couldn't help but wonder what power it is he possessed to so easily dishevel your appearance. You purposefully rub at the dark circles under your eyes and dare to pat some cold water to your neck to collect yourself before entering the fray again. It wasn't hard to find him, your body now drawing towards him like a magnet as if he was the sun, tugging you into his atmosphere, but the body plastered to him quickly stops you. Life had a lovely way of reminding you why you'd avoided the beauty, his gravitational pull always seemed to have room for more. With a scoff and a reality check you press your way towards the man that still had your bag. Changbin was stuck in a booth with some other friends your purse on the table in front, whomever he'd been dancing with earlier nowhere to be seen.

"I'm leaving." Changbin shoots up as you grab your purse.

"I'll come with you." He insists and just as you're ready to politely decline a voice interrupts.

"Y/N?" Yeonjun is beside you a hand on your shoulder, brows furrowed as if concerned but a quick peak over his shoulder makes you aware the guy he'd found wasn't hanging to far off . You shrug of his hand and fix your eyes on Changbin.

"That'd be great." Changbin follows after you, hand on the small of your back as the pair of you trail towards the exit leaving Yeonjun to watch after with an empty pang in his chest. He tried to will his feet to move after you but it didn't instead, he stood glued eyes following over the crowd as Changbin accompanied you out the door with his arm around your shoulder and you tucked into his side.

Yeonjun had been left to observe you from far away for the final week before the showcase, in passing when you came in to the studio with Changbin after his own practice slot. You didn't acknowledge his presence, instead focusing on the music or your practice tutu or your pointes instead of him.

But he chalked it down to you simply trying to focus on what was to come.

When he finally did get to see you it was minutes before your peformance, dressed in gold and red. Hair slicked back and a headband of red and gold feathers over it, even with the light from the stage you glowed, shimmered with beauty and charm as you warmed up, smiling at the stage hands that passed you. He came up beside you and for the first time in a week your eyes fell on him.

"YN, I just wanted to say goodluck and well I was wondering if when we could go dancing together again?" Yeonjun was leaning up against the bar you were busy stretching on.

You laugh soft enough to not bother the other performance but still full and hearty, Yeonjun raises a brow he hadn't said anything funny.

"Sorry its just, well you must be blind." Yeonjun takes a step back as he watches her lips quirk upwards. It was just the two of them and the stage hands, Changbin was in the other wing waiting for the curtains for the rendition of the dance of the snowflakes to end. No one to witness the mask that seemed to fall away from the beautifully painted face.

"You know at first I was jealous of you. Perfect, you. With the perfect scholarship, not that you need it because of your daddy. Then I was angry because how could you waste time like that and still be so good. Well now...", Firey eyes ringed with read eyeshadow and golden flakes, disdainfully drags over his figure from head to toe.

"Now I'm just disappointed."

"Yeonjun I hate you, but not because you ever even had the chance to break my heart because lets be honest I'm not half as dumb as you think." You stop stretching as you step closer towards him where he was now frozen in place.

"No, I hate you because you have everything, all that you'd need to be the best but you're to distracted to ever reach your full potential."

"I don't need this, I'm a modern dancer, to contemporary for the genre anyway. I don't give a fuck about Jeong." Yeonjun sucks in a breath not at the crass words but rather the quotation of his own critique of your abilities, "... but you, you're her little prodigy and you have to do well, you have a scholarship and a family name that you need to maintain. My inability to be perfect means nothing. " You brush an invisible dust particle off his exposed shoulder before continuing.

"Your imperfections though, every single little mistake, every little misstep everyone out there will be looking for exactly that, they're waiting for your downfall and me?" You look up at him blazing eyes staring at him from behind bright red eyeshadow, "well, I'm praying for it."

Even if Yeonjun wasn't speechless he wouldn't have been able to actually retaliate because a 30 second call was made for your stage. Your grin didn't falter in fact it grew to the big stage smile every dancer wore while performing as you turned away from his figure as the pair on stage passed by you at the entrance of the wing you were waiting in. The lights on the stage lit up as Changbin entered the stage, the black velveten coat and golden decorations glimmered under the light bright and bold, but it casted a bright glow around your figure, lighting up the red and gold feathers of your tutu in a warm light only growing brighter as you started your dance onto the stage. Yeonjun eyes were glued to you, the performance that of which was visible from where he stood taking his breath away. It might've been the lack of oxygen or perhaps it was shock, the fogginess that clouded the edges of his vision as his eyes followed the soft movements of your arms, the bounce of the tutu as you leaped through the air, even the arch of your spine as Changbin hoisted you up and over his head, held you in his arms time and time again as the battle of freedom between the firebird an he prince commenced. He saw the pretty picture of sorrow and torment as the Firebird fought to break free and the prince with his own battle of caging the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in and ultimately be the cause of its death. The longing on the prince's face as she disappears and leaves him with only a single mark of her, a red feather.

It's only then he feels the insistent tug of his partner at his arm, trying to pull him closer towards the exit of the wing for his own performance. Yeonjun tried to force himself to focus but his eyes landed on the pair a moment before walking onto the stage. Your body was being squeezed in a joyous hug, Changbin cheering silently as he spun you around, your own smile was bright, big and effervescent. Blinding just like the stage lights that obscured the audience, even the front row he knew was reserved for lecturers and special guests. He could only hear the blood rushing in his ears that's probably why he missed the first few counts. He was behind now, muscle memory kicking in but never being enough to chase the fog far enough to catch up but only to make him more aware of the battle he was fighting to get back on beat. His body wouldn't let him, it was like there was a really strange weight keeping his legs and arms from moving right, but his head seemed to be floating, miles away from here. Off in the wings where you had been smiling, happy in someone else's arms. Smiling as your lips move, your eyes on fire as his world falls apart a little, by little as you utter those words, those prayers , those hopes of imperfections coming true with every note and every misstep and every delayed catch of his partners hand, he can feel it. The stuffy auditorium, how it was starting to suffocate him, the bitter taste of disappointment, of failure on the tip of his tongue as the shallow breaths passed over his dry lips and he inhaled the small particles of dust that everyone could see in the bright lights that was shining on every mistake he made.

As those curtains closed and the lack luster applause was still fuzzy to his ears, blood still rushing through it. He realized you'd wished his worse fears upon him, that they'd come true .

That those velveteen curtains blocking out the stage lights, was like the sun disappearing, that you'd burned so bright for the brief moment he'd set his sights on you. So bright he didn't realize how dark it would be when his downfall came.

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Trust You to Cheapen the Moment

George Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 8 & 12

"Come on, [y/n or Character] just take off your shirt and tell us!"/"you're over me? When were you...under me?"

Warnings: Sexual innuendo. Swearing.

"Congratulations on a great game tonight boys!" Lee Jordan called as Fred and George entered through the portrait hole, still sporting their Quidditch uniforms which were currently soaked in sweat.

"Thanks mate" the Twins replied in unison.

The match had been against Ravenclaw and although Gryffindor naturally won, it hadn't been an easy feat. One which involved George coping a rather nasty bludger to the ribs. As such their win inevitably concluded with a stern lecture from their team Captain, Oliver Wood who remarked their performance as "sloppy". This being the reason as to why they were late to their own victory party.

"Well, hello boys" [Y/N] called as she made her way toward the three boys by the entrance, accompanied by a friend of her own. "Playing a tad messy these days, aren't we?" She goaded with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, alright [Y/N]! Red Hot you are. Sounding frightfully like our beloved Captain." Fred replied as everyone laughed.

[Y/N]s attention fixed to George as her face wore a notably more sincere expression. "How you feeling, Georgie?" "Like I took a bludger to the guts." He chuckled somewhat painfully. "I'll live, just need a good hot shower and to get out of this sweat drenched uniform." He tugged at the tight fabric which clung uncomfortably to his skin.

"I'll happily help you out of it, if you find yourself in need of a spare set of hands?" [Y/N] wriggled her eyebrows. Smiling at his friends innuendo George ran his tongue over his bottom lip before raising his own brows, as if contemplating the girls offer.

"Yeah, alright you two, wrap it up!" Fred intervened pushing the pair back by their shoulders as if stopping a fight. "George, as much as I'm with you on that shower and change idea, need I remind you we have a...previous engagement to attend to." He pointedly looked to his brother.

"What 'previous engagement'" Lee questioned.

"Super secret Weasley Twin Business." Fred winked.

"I can't believe you're leaving me out of your super secret twin business!" Lee protested, feigning dejection.

"Sorry, Lee" George offered a consoling smile. "Forget you. What about ME!" [Y/N] interrupted. "Come off it, there's no way you planned a prank without me..."

"But we did" they shrugged. "It's nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over" George teased with a pout. "What is it?" Lee asked, but the two remained quiet.

"Oh, come on, George. Just take off your shirt and tell us!" [Y/N] spat with a wicked grin. George stepped toward her slowly placing both of his large hands either side of her jaw and peering into her eyes. He leant down so his mouth was centimetres from her skin, whispering into her ear "Not happening, lovely." His hands slid down her neck, passing over her shoulders before finally retreating at they met her elbows. He smiled at the ever so faint blush that fanned her cheeks. "Okay, fine. So you won't tell us. But seriously...where'd we land on the shirt situation?" [Y/N] yanked on the uniform fabric playfully while biting her lip.

"Oh would you two just fuck already! This whole teasing thing makes my stomach turn." The other Weasley rolled his eyes before grabbing hold of his brothers wrist, "come on, lover boy. We've got mischief to attend to." He pulled George away from the group of friends, but not before he was able to send a suggestive wink to [Y/N] over his shoulder.

Fred did have a point when you thought about it. [Y/N] and George had been friends since first year after spending a day in detention together for being caught out past curfew, for separate reasons. [Y/N] and the Twins always had a playful relationship and it seemed impossible for them to go more than three minutes without making a joke or coming up with some new prank idea or bet between the three of them. The relationship between [Y/N] and George however, over the years, became substantially more provocative. Never becoming physical by any means, mainly they just threw a lot of innuendos toward one another. Just a bit of harmless, totally platonic, flirting really.

It'd been that way since their fourth year which makes it a few years now that Fred has found himself uncomfortably situated between the two obviously pining best friends, whom continuously deny any such feelings of course.

While the Twins had set off on their...other business, that left the remaining three to enjoy the Post-match festivities currently unfolding within the Gryffindor common room.

A little while into the celebrations, [Y/N] and her friend found themselves accompanied by some of the more eligible bachelors of Gryffindor Tower, about ankle deep in discarded Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey bottles.

"Come on, [Y/N] how's about a dance?" Dustin, a rather attractive boy she knew, spoke with an endearing smile gracing his face. "Flattered as I am by your proposal, I must decline." She slurred. "Why not?" The boy reached for her hand tracing small circles on the soft skin with his thumb while he stared into her eyes. "Because I don't fucking want to." The girl laughed retracting her hand from his. "Excuse us, won't you boys?" Her friend stood, pulling [Y/N] up with her. "Uh-oh...I'm in trouble" she faked concern before breaking into giggles as she was pulled from the common room.

Finding herself promptly being dragged down a flight of stairs into the adjoining corridor which, given the time, was obviously eerily abandoned.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Uuhh you mean aside from the fact my buzz was just absolutely murdered after being ripped away from a party I was thoroughly enjoying? Not much." She rolled her eyes. "I mean, why do you keep turning Dustin down? You know he fancies you! Why not give him a chance?" Her friends voice was sincere and a little giddy as she questioned. "Because I am not interested in Dust Bin." [Y/N] doubled over in laughter at her own joke. Latching on firmly to her friends shirt in an attempt to remain upright. Cackling styled laughter reverberated off the deserted corridor walls as [Y/N] was being shushed and told to compose herself. "Quiet [Y/N]!" her friend giggled at the state of her. "Is it, you're not interested in Dustin, because you're still hung up on George?" "Pffft, Pah-LEASE I am so over George." She slurred with a dramatic shove of the friends shoulder.

"You're over me?" The words called from behind her and like a cool breeze on the nape of her neck chills ran sharp through her spine. [Y/N]'s eyes widened while the friend infront of her smiled brightly, sending a taunting wave her way before disappearing back up the stairs to the common room. "When were you...under me?" The girl couldn't bring herself to turn around, she could practically hear that devious smirk playing on his voice. Her body was rigid as her blood ran cold. Talk about a sobering experience. Shutting her eyes tightly to muster the courage she tentatively began to turn her body, facing the boy with a painfully embarrassed grimace.

"You heard too much of that for me to get out of this on some elaborate lie, didn't you?"

"Yep." George stood smugly before her. Hands deep in his trouser pockets as he'd obviously had that shower and change he were so desperately craving. He looked good. White button up with the sleeves scrunched above his elbows haphazardly and a lazy Gryffindor tie around his neck. [Y/N] found herself having to swallow a lump in her throat at the sight. "Right from the rather insensitive comment made of my good mate...Dust Bin." The ginger chuckled taking a few steps forwards.

[Y/N] let out a long, defeated, sigh turning her head over her shoulder in thought. Her jaw clicked as she contemplated her next words carefully. If only she could think of anything to say. She was fumbling over various syllables, all of which were incoherent. George laughed at her nervousness and held a hand out for her to take, "Come here." He spoke softly. What else was there to lose? She accepted and felt as her body warmed from the feeling of his hand gripping hers tightly.

Neither said a word as George lead her quietly further away from the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn't until they approached the Astronomy Tower stair case [Y/N] made to speak, but was promptly shushed. 'You'll see' he told her.

The Weasley stopped at the top most stair, watching her as he slowly opened the door leading to the balcony. Eyes never leaving her face, smiling sweetly as he witnessed her expression shift slowly from one of bewilderment to awe.

Laid out in front of them was an abundance of pillows, set upon a thick blanket, surrounded by various sweet platters and floating candles like the ones in the Great Hall only much smaller. [Y/N]s hands sprang to her mouth in shock, she'd never seen such a romantic setting. Staring from the picnic to the stars that shone so brightly over head, with every Galaxy and Constellation clearly visible, she was lost for words. A startled gasp was the only noise to peirce her lips silence.

George watched fondly at the sparkle held within her eyes. Nothing but love in his as he stepped behind her, hands gently resting on her shoulders to move her forward. He nestled into the side of her neck while he walked her slowly so he could whisper in her ear, "I had actually planned on telling you first, tonight, about how I feel. But it seems you've unwilling stolen my chance." "Oh George..."

"I know, it's bloody good right?" He commented cockily. "Come on. Sit."

"So I take it this was the super secret twin business you had to attend to?" She said smiling as he made himself comfortable beside her gazing towards the sky.

"Yep. That and Fred wanted to set off some Dung Bombs in Snapes office. He's down there now." [Y/N] began to laugh and she suddenly captured every ounce of Georges attention. It's in moments like this he found her most beautiful. When she were genuinely happy. "You shouldn't have gone through all this trouble." She spoke earnestly. "You're worth it."

"That's so cheesey."

"You love cheese!"

"I do don't I?"

The two laughed, [Y/N]s head dropping as she did so before George raised her attention back to him with a finger placed delicately under her chin.

"[Y/N], I've liked you for so long now that I-I can't even remember when I realised. I just...did. You mean so much to me that it's scary" he was kneeling before her now. Hands grasping hers, "and I don't want to hear that you're over me because I don't think that I will ever be able to get over you." [Y/N] was staring fixedly into his eyes, heart thundering in her ears. Unable to believe this were happening. "I fall for you a little more everyday. I fall with every smile. Every laugh. Every sleazy innuendo you throw my way. I can't help falling and I just couldnt go another day without knowing if there were even a possibility that you may feel the same way. If you fall for me the same way I do for you. It's why I took that hit today, on the pitch, I was so distracted about tonight that I-"

"You saying that was my fault are you? That you got hurt." [Y/N] was smiling widely, eyes glistening with tears she knew were unlikely to fall but were there nonetheless.

"Ab-so-LUTE-ly it's your fault!" George continued her teasing with a beaming smile that shone nearly as bright as the stars above them.

"I do George. Feel the same. I'm not over you because...because there's just no getting over you."

George let out a relieved and amazed breath. He doubted he'd ever felt happier in his life than in this moment.

Both his hands came to rest either side of her face as he hastily leant his face towards hers before restraining himself. Eyes pouring into hers as hers were staring back. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

[Y/N] smiled softly, hands coming to lay gently on his elbows, "yes" she breathed before nodding quickly. A hand shot up behind his neck to bring their faces together, lips meeting for the first time. He pulled her into his lap swinging both arms around her waist as her free hand tugged on his tie.

[Y/N] pulled back to catch her breath while George peppered soft, frantic kisses down her jaw and neck.

"So tell me..." her head fell back in pleasure as she clung to him for support and felt as he hummed against her skin in response, "now that we've established I'm not over you. When can I get under you?" She smirked chuckling slightly. He rolled his head up to meet her gaze, staring unbelievably at her words as a reluctant smile crept across his lips. George groaned at the pun before pushing her down into the pillows, body hovering above hers as she left out a squeal at his action. Laughing in a way only George could ever make her.

"Trust you to cheapen the moment."

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I A THIRSTY INTERLUDE

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Bun Bun at 2:30 AM posting: This is 110% pornography. I wrote that when I was feeling extra thirsty over Tony and his Nano suit so yeah... A bit of choking a bit of mild suit bondage. Daddy kink 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 BDSM themes. Humor & porn. Has minimal correlation with the story and can be read as standalone smut-shot. Inspired by this NSFW tik tok audio (headphones!).

"OH MY GOD, NO! NO, NO, SHIT, FUCK, NO!"

"Princess, what's wrong?" Steve's worried voice rang high in the kitchen, followed by an alarming clattering of the dishes against the sink. "Are you hurt?" He didn't even remark on my use of profanity, which meant I'd startled the Captain for sure. He appeared in the doorway ready to fight, run; his eyes immediately drawn to his shield in the corner.

"Only what's left of my dignity," I sighed.

"Oh, okay," He visibly sagged, tension leaving his voice and his body. "What happened?"

I inhaled several times, feeling heat creep up my neck and blossom on my cheeks. It took a lot, and I mean A LOT, to make me feel embarrassed enough to fumble my words and palm my face but that was exactly what I did. "Well, umm... Tony found a couple of thirst tweets. Mine, from my sophomore year. And uh, retweeted them." I thought I'd cleaned up my social media quite well, actually. My fingers twitched remembering manually sorting through thousands of posts. Apparently, my fingers weren't clever enough.

Steve snorted, evidently having had someone tell him what a thirst tweet was. He, however, did not understand the sheer mortification that I would be subjected to at the hands of Tony. And my classmates. And Peter, oh my God. Natasha and Wanda too, probably. And Loki.

I. Was. Toast.

"How bad was it?" Bucky piped up, finally having dealt with the mini laughter fit.

"Not worse than what you two get up to in the gym when you think nobody is home," I immediately retorted in hopes of avoiding teasing from the metal-armed man. He would take the chance, of course, he would.

"Oof, I'm sorry, doll," Bucky whistled sympathetically. And promptly pulled out his phone, to, what I assumed, see the offending social media posts for himself. I assumed correctly. Bucky was bent over laughing in no time - was it my doing or did Tony's own commentary on them that made the whole situation so hilarious to the gramps on steroids?

"I will light you on fire," I seethed but remained where I was standing. There was no point in doing anything about them now. Screenshots were probably already being saved on everybody's devices.

Steve peeped over his boyfriend's shoulder, chuckling. "You had a crush on Tony? That's embarrassing, doll." He had the audacity to give me an innocent smile before returning to his dishwashing.

"Punk, I don't know if - and I quote: Not to be That Girl™ - it's trademarked, by the way - but Tony Stark could hit it and quit it and I wouldn't even be mad - qualifies as a crush." Bucky pointed out, the sound of his voice being drowned out by Steve's guffaws. "And this one definitely does not qualify for it to be a romantic setting. Listen: I'm not a fucking bottom, okay?.. there are seventeen question marks. But, like, can Tony Stark choke me in one of his Iron Man suits - nine more question marks." Bucky joined his partner's laughter, unable to continue.

I was literally on fire. My face burned, my hands shook. I had the strongest urge to stick my index fingers in my ears and loudly yell "la-la-la" until both fossils ceased to roast me like I was some sort of holiday brisket. "I hate you. I will burn... The heart... Out of you," I seethed.

"O-oh, honey bu-un, da-arling..." I heard Tony's sing-song voice happily calling for me. Too happily. Not good.

I had literal seconds to get myself scarce out of this situation. I'd already avoided the dozen text messages, two calls in hopes the engineer would drop the topic and go back to his Big Bad Science Project. I had underestimated his persistent desire to cause chaos and his terrible, no-good sense of humor.

It was fun and games when we teamed up to prank our friends. I just never expected for the tables to be turned this way, y'know? Betrayal of the highest quality. The turntables had been turned - decidedly NOT in my favor.

In a brief moment of panicked clarity, I opened one of the empty bottom cabinets in the kitchen. It took some uncomfortable folding and maneuvering but I got myself inside and pressed the door shut seconds before his footsteps made the distinctive noise of sneakers on tile.

"Capsicle, Terminator," I heard Tony greet the two laughing supersoldiers. "Have you seen my Princess?"

I melted a little bit at the way Tony called me his, I won't lie.

"Nope," Bucky lied shamelessly.

"She's in the empty cabinet," Steve chuckled at the same time. Top 10 anime betrayals, right there.

"Wow - and I thought we were friends," Tony scoffed, I assumed at Bucky. My body tensed and I prepared to dial-up my puppy eyes to eleven. My hiding spot was wack.

The door was roughly tossed open, my eyes landing on Tony's oil-stained jeans. He crouched down, his brown eyes positively sparkling. The engineer's body radiated smug mischief, fingers twitching in anticipation.

"Sorry, Princess is unavailable right now. May I take a message?" I said, pulling on the cabinet door and fully prepared to slam it shut in his face. I was NOT ready for any more mortification.

Tony's chuckle shook me to the core, louder and ten times more expressive in the cramped, dark space of my temporary lair. "Come on out, baby girl. I didn't peg you for a wallflower."

"Duly noted," I said warily, having been expecting for him to drag me out and carry me to his bedroom, caveman style. I had noticed that my dorky self revved up his gears faster than any stereotypical seductive shit. It was no secret, at least not for us 'vengers, that Tony was a huge dork himself but I guess it takes one to know one.

"So, my suits, huh?" He smirked after a brief moment and just like that, I Did Not Like Where This Was Going. The receding footsteps and quiet snickering only confirmed my suspicions. Tony's form blocked the opening of the cabinet, crowding me even further into the already cramped space.

"Um," I found myself pretty much speechless. Part of me was excited and yearning - of fucking course I was curious if Tony Stark, genius and former playboy, had found a way to incorporate his suits of armor into the bedroom. Daresay, it was the question of the decade, according to Cosmopolitan, GQ, and a whole lot of other large media outlets.

The more sensible part of me screamed shame for that, playing with an essentially massive, powerful destruction machine. Something meant to protect millions of people from bad guys and aliens. It seemed blasphemous to waste such an important thing on scratching a curious itch.

I blinked owlishly, squirming.

"Okay, out you go." Tony's patience had run out and he withdrew himself, promptly standing up.

I heard the tapping of his fingers as I ungracefully stumbled out. He was occupied with his tablet so I turned around to adjust myself and the things on the countertop I had accidentally jostled in my rush to preserve some dignity.

An arm snaked around my waist, cold and unyielding, brushing against my exposed midriff with metal fingertips. Goosebumps followed the touch as I shivered involuntarily, stuttering in my breathing. "Fuck." The sound came out as if it was punched out of my throat with force, breathy.

"What's your safeword?" Tony's neatly groomed beard scratched against my ear. His voice was heavy and his lips were moist.

"Banana," I blurted the first thing that came into my mind. My body was hot and yet, I froze in place. The sheer power that the man behind me contained demanded unyielding obedience. I had no choice but to comply.

"Friday, lock the door. Nobody but me, in and out." Tony growled, pulling my hips into his metal-covered form.

Were we really doing this in the communal kitchen? With Steve and Bucky probably fully aware of what exactly was going on in here? Tony seemed to have zero reservations about that; in fact, I was almost sure he'd orchestrated the whole thing somehow. Steve owed like a dozen favors to the engineer.

The thick of Tony's leg firmly wedged itself between my thighs, spreading them open just enough so I was forced to put a slight arch in my back to keep still, my ass and shoulders firmly pressing against his Iron Man suit. I felt the coldness of the metal through my clothes, heard the hum of the nanobots in my ears.

My blood responded, heartbeat pulsing in my ears in sync with the electrical currents supplying the man behind me with the immense physical power to match his mental one. "Shit," The sound of my voice was faint. His other arm began creeping up my side to my shoulders, making an unmistakable beeline for my neck.

Tony applied firm pressure on it, wrapping the gauntlet carefully - not restricting the airflow, just steering me as he wished. And apparently, he had some very strong ideas about my current predicament: "Got me right where you wanted me?" He asked, low and breathy.

As I attempted to make noise, his hand tightened on my throat. Eyelids involuntarily sliding closed, my lips shook with the force it took me to muster up enough oxygen to hum a sloppy. "Mhm..."

"Can't hear you, baby girl," His cheek rested against mine, scratchy and hot and smelling like iron and gasoline and Tony.

Another shaky breath, I attempted to force the words out - for some reason, Tony's presence commanded me to obey him like never before. I nearly shivered from the sheer aura of power surrounding my man and it was his cue to lessen the careful pressure on my throat - just enough for blood to rapidly rush to my ears, making the world even hazier. "Yeah, Tony," It didn't take me much time to give him the enthusiastic consent he was looking for.

"Uh-uh," Tony tutted cheerfully. His other arm snaked around my waist, dipping lower to play with the hem of my skirt. God bless me for wearing a skirt! The rough pads of his fingertips scratched against the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "I think we're past first name basis, baby," The suit retracted, mostly. The nanotech allowed for different parts of it to cover Tony's body in odd places: I felt the gauntlets and the arm braces, as well as part of a chest plate, but waist down my man was wearing simple jeans and tee.

"Uh," My brain supplied unhelpfully, feeling the bulge pressing against my ass. "Daddy?"

"That's my girl," I was rewarded with a groan, so sinful and delicious, falling from his lips straight into my ear. The hand that had gone down south cupped the mound of my pussy with a tender gesture. "Or Iron Man's?" He teased, grinding into me from behind.

"Yours," I keened obediently, my body seeming to find it impossible to decide between rubbing myself on his hand and his cock. It was a hard choice - pun absolutely intended. I was long uncomfortable in my panties and Tony's clever digits surely felt it, yet he made no further moves. "Daddy," I tried to put how much I ached for him into words.

Tony hummed, placing his wet mouth on the juncture of my neck for a moment. His hot breath seared my skin. The curious fingers finally, finally, reached the apex of my thighs. "Fuckin' shit, baby, you're..." He didn't bother finishing the sentence, speaking with his actions instead, scissoring his fingers between my labia, running the knuckles over my clit.

Just to feel me pant and shiver. I was sensitive and so aroused it was nearly unbearable. Tony always made me feel some type of way and, once again, my man had outdone himself. There was no shame left in me as I shifted my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

"Please?" I asked him prettily, knowingly that one little word would get me everything I wanted. A hard fucking, a new dress, a car, or, Hell, my own private island. My eyes were pretty when I begged, he had said. I would move the world for you, he had meant.

"Baby," The whisper was rushed as Tony turned me around and claimed my lips, hoisting my ass onto the marble countertop of the common kitchens. My legs wrapped around his hips, seeking the warmth and relief of his skin on mine. I wanted him inside of me, inconvenient location and two layers of clothing be damned. I wanted to bury myself in him until either of us couldn't tell who started and ended where.

"Daddy," I whispered into the thin line of his mouth, conveying my all-consuming need in a single word.

My skirt was hiked up in a second, the gauntlets of his suit still on his hands tearing my pants in a single clean motion. Eagerly, I scooted forward to pop the button on his jeans; grateful for the fact more often than not, Tony choose to forgo the belt whatsoever when working in the lab. Today was my lucky day.

His cock, red and thick and hard enough to pound nails with, weighed my hand down for barely a second beforehand Tony's gauntlets closed around both of my wrists, securing them to my chest. His other arm swiftly wrapped around me, pulling me close to him, as close as we could be together without sharing a single body. The blunt tip of his manhood stood at my entrance - not just teasing it but seeking permission.

One keen that seemed to come from deep insight my chest and I felt Tony's breath hitch as our sensitive flesh met; he filled me up at least as superbly as I hugged him. We shared a moan and a breath, just feeling each other, feeling the moment.

We were short on patience. Tony's hand slid onto the small of my back, urging our hips to meet each other, setting a punishing pace from the very start.

"Fuck, Daddy, oh God," I panted. I wasn't used to getting things started with so little prep.

"Baby," Tony rumbled, trying for stern, having it come out as breathless as I felt. "Shit, so fuckin' tight," His words garbled.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud, perhaps, loud enough for certain enhanced folk to hear should they happen to pass the kitchen doors - and if that didn't make my insides clench in the most delectable ways.

Tony grunted in response, a lewd noise adding to the cacophony. "Gonna come?" His teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling it slightly. "For Daddy?" He asked, all traces of his usual cockiness gone, as he pulled away slightly to stare right in my wide eyes with his baby doe browns, equally blown with lust and longing.

Neither of us would last. "Yes, fuck, Daddy, please," I begged.

His hips angled just right, Tony continued mercilessly railing me, holding up my weak body between his arms. I felt the cold metal of the gauntlets through my shirt. The shivers ran across my skin in heaps, like busy little ants.

"Come for Daddy," Tony ordered, yanking me closer to hit that sweet spot deep inside of me. I couldn't resist the command, feeling the waves build up with every brutal stroke, clenching, muffling the screaming of my release in the crook of his neck, relishing in the growl that left his lips as he followed me, releasing my arms and folding his torso over mine. "Fuck," Was the only coherent word that left Tony's mouth, his seed creating a sticky mess between our legs.

"Yeah," I moaned, unwilling to part from him. It was intense. My world was spinning on its axis and my Tony was the center of it. He said something again, something soft and quiet, and my only concern was to rub my nose on his pulse point, to savor and remember the smell of our shared pleasure.

"Baby..." Tony sounded... Concerned. He withdrew slowly, frowning at my sleepy state. His frown only intensified when I absentmindedly rubbed my wrists - there were bound to be some marks left from the force of his grip. It was hot and it was... A surefire way to tell the suits weren't really adapted for bedroom games. Kitchen games.

"Daddy," I mumbled, sounding sad and pathetic to my own ears. I kind of wanted to cuddle and watch a movie but it seemed weird asking that from Tony since we've done crazier things and I had never felt like this, never got this greedy.

"Oh, baby, c'mere," He had come to some sort of conclusion. After re-doing his pants and picking up the scraps of fabric that used to be my panties, his arms made a comfortable nest. I was picked up without any troubles; the gauntlets had disappeared, too, into the thin golden bracelets around his wrists. I allowed myself to play with them, the shiny colors doing a good job of distracting me all throughout the brisk walk through the main living room and the swift elevator ride.

Tony's bed was messy, unmade and smelled like us - just the way I had left it that morning. Tony's hands were gentle as he stripped me and then swiftly chucked his own clothes.

"Watcha' doin'?" I asked as he wrapped his body around mine.

"Shh, we'll talk later," He murmured, looking slightly dazed himself. "Friday, put Stardust on the TV. 25% volume," As soon as the command was spoken, one of my comfort movies began playing on the large screen. Tony's hand kept stroking my hair and I didn't resist the temptation to close my eyes, settling into a peaceful lull atop the glowing white-blue of Tony's arc reactor.

My favorite color in the world, to be honest. It felt like I'd slept for ages when I opened my eyes to see the color again. "Um, hi," I supplied meekly, feeling way out of my depths from my own strange behavior.

"Mornin', Princess," Tony seemed joyful, the bags under his eyes a little less prominent than before.

I made moves to get out of the bed but he wrapped an arm around me, tugging me closer. "What do you know about sub drop?" He questioned me, in response to my vaguely confused noises.

That's what it was?!

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coatl-cuddles · 3 years

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A menagerie of art fight attacks with varying degrees of effort. I had to adjust how I normally equal quality for a few of my latest attacks and had to make up for it in time + quality. So please forgive the shitty anatomy.

Speaking of that reasoning....

RANT TIME:

If you participate in art fight please be courteous to the artists you attack. Art Fight is just for fun but it's still "technically" a competition. Do not barely do cell-shading or not shade at all and then label your pieces Fully Shaded. Do not do sloppy unclosed lines where the marks very obviously overlapped and are not your usual style of lineart and then call it "clean lined".

Don't be a fucking dick ok. Fully shaded pieces are A LOT of points and I mean A LOT. Barely doing a single cell shading (where it's not across the entire piece with clear reference to where the shadows are going and can be clearly seen) is NOT the same as fully shaded. In order for people to make those points back people either need to give you MORE quality art then you gave them or they need to do extra attacks. It's not fair to the people you're attacking who are trying to give you the same quality you give them, but then you half ass yours and then claim it for more points.

Please be respectful to the other artists on the site and be aware and polite to them.

If someone states that they don't draw something, you attack them, and then your ocs are ONLY of stuff they listed they won't draw that's an asshole move. If you purposefully half ass attacks and then label them for higher points that's an asshole move. If you draw someone's oc and specifically leave out OVER half the details that's a dick move (I'm talking like getting rid of EVERY pattern, drawing the hair wrong, wrong eye color, wrong gender, etc mixed in the same piece) just to get the generic look of it down so you can rush it out for points that's an asshole move.

If you can't draw someone's characters and it's an attack (not a revenge) then choose someone else. It's not that hard. If it's a revenge then do your best and talk to the artist if you have questions or concerns.

Please be considerate to other artists and try to give them the same quality of art they will give to you. If you are not experienced enough to be able to equal the same quality of someone else PLEASE choose someone else to attack. Beginner artists are more than welcome during art fight and there are PLENTY of people who gladly go back and forth with you, but please be aware that if you attack someone then that's YOUR choice and you're choosing to put yourself in a position where someone is politely expected to return art to you. Don't make them waste their time giving you high quality art for work you didn't try on.

Ok rant over sorry about that.

TL;DR:: don't just push out attacks with purposefully low amounts of effort to farm points and then expect people to give you high quality art in return for free.

I was talking about this issue with about 8 other people in a discord server today and it happens so much nowadays it's really sad.

Please just be respectful to other artists and know that they want to give you the best art they can and it's not fair if you only attack people half assedly for points or can't give them the same quality of effort they'll be giving you.

#art fight is for fun #please can we keep it that way #it's not fun when i have to do twice the amount of work that you did for me in order to match the labelled quality you wrote down #beginner artists and new art fight attendees are so hot #but please understand that sometimes its better to just choose someone else to attack #go for people who are also new or also are still learning the ropes #you can both learn off each other then #sorry i ranted again #i really dont wanna come off as harsh #but dammit it sucks #especially when i have +6 attacks to do and +2 of them are labelled wrong #like i do this to make people happy #but when it's obvious you dont wanna do it for the same reason i get annoyed #rant #art fight #my art #oc #not my oc

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tacosandtomcos · 4 years

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something i've realized: svtfoe's biggest flaw is that, due to the show essentially being 'made up as it went,' very few of the major events & actions have actual consequences. shock & style win out over substance & payoff. the morality is all sorts of whack & heavily protag centered. s3 & s4 should've moved past all that, but instead just. didn't do it. your thoughts? (alright to disagree, i'm still working it out myself)

oh that’s always considered to be a huge issue when it comes to doing stories in general, it’s ok to not have everything being planned out, but you should always have a clear beginning, middle, and end with your story and you should always keep track of character development, the canon lore, tings you need to explain or get back on, ect ect.

and i mean, if you’re an amateur fic writer who works by theirself and you forget some things that’s totally excusable.

But when you’re running a show with a large team whose trying to have this deep lore and expansive story, it’s more important then ever to keep track of all this and not be making things up as you go along.

You don’t HAVE to have a full plan for the blood moon after introducing it, but forgetting about it for a long time and then contradicting everything about it looks sloppy and lazy.

cause if the writers can just make things up as they go along and change things on a whim, you lose that connection with the audience. Why get invested in a plot point if the writers can just brush it to the side? Or pretend it never happened? Or downplay it?

and with characters too, marco being a knight on mewni is one of the biggest excuses as to why he and jackie split, something that’s supposed to affect his character.

but in “The Knight Shift” Marco’s like “Oh, don’t worry, I've been knighted like 10 times anyway”, and because they do this it completely takes away anything you could salvage out of why marco and jackie broke up.

They broke up over marco wanting to be something that didn’t matter to him at all except it did in that episode.

if you don’t keep track of this stuff, you’ll abandon plot points people were invested in, leave questions unanswered that people wanted to know, throw away continuity for characters and story beats, and make yourself look like you don’t have any idea what you’re doing and they audience no longer trusts you to end on a satisfying story.

one second tom’s really sorry because he knew the blood moon was affecting star and marco, the next he’s like “Oh, it’s nothing, it’s a fluke”.

Marco will care about the st O’s princesses, but they never come back after meteora attacks them.

Celena will be left ignored after being pointed out.

We never get any explanation about what happened to shastacan and globgor’s war crimes are entirely ignored as nothing, just like eclipsa’s spells when they shouldn't be.

They’ll have Tom go on about how he and star are hope for the future by being together despite breaking them off anyway and taking all meaning out of that scene entirely.

Alphonse will be entirely left unexplained despite how weird it should be for him to speak to marco and go to a ball that “Supposibly” did nothing for no reason.

and i think it says a lot that the fandom can come up with more compelling answers and outcomes then the crew could, because we payed attention, we actually put more thought into how these things worked or were connected.

and that’s why star’s world is so much fun to play with, it’s got so much to it we can get creative with and explore.

but it’s a shame the crew didn’t seem to care nearly as much about keeping things consistent and keeping track of what they needed to because it screwed them in the long run.

They’re throw away meaningful relationships and character development in an instant to get a ship together, not paying attention to the little things and prioritizing a couple over what would be better for the characters and what messages this mess sends.

They’ll kill magic without actually considering everything about it that’s been established and don’t even seem to consider the morals behind killing it either.

And look, Producer Dominic didn't help either.

He admitted that this was the case, but also denied it entirely (Noticeably when being accused of starco pandering might I add), and it’s not a good look for him to both act like it’s a good thing, or contradict himself constantly on it either.

And look, maybe this was the end daron always planned, who knows, but it’s not earned and it’s not satisfying.

They shouldn't have gotten star and marco together, they shouldn’t have killed magic, and their time should’ve been put more towards wrapping up plot points and answering questions, the climax maybe finishing toffee’s promise or something...idk.

might not have been her end, but it would’ve been miles better then this so to me, they would’ve been better off changing it entirely to be more fitting and avoid all the icky implications that got set out because they crammed starco in how they did and because of the magical genocide and poorly thought out reasoning for it.

I still like the show, but it’s a fine example of what happens when you make things up as you go and change things instead of focusing on what you already have and giving those a well thought out and fitting ending.

This is acceptable for new writers, it’s not acceptable for professional show writers and the crew should’ve put a lot more focus on keeping track of their own show to give it the best outcome for everything they could’ve, whether it would’ve involved starco or not.

Because no matter how they paint it, those two getting together does not make the ending good or satisfying for the fans and honestly they’re worse off for trying to paint it otherwise.

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marshaeb · 3 years

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P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Nine

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W-what did he say? Why does he want me to put down Daely...a-and what on earth is he doing here?

How the hell did he even pass security!! SHIT!

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed deeply when I refuse to move... I mean I was too scared to. By the looks of it, he was holding back his rage, because he didn’t want to harm little Daely in my arms. I looked down at her, then at him, lost for words.

I-I don’t even know what to say or how to explain my way out of this. How can I? The evidence was already in his possession.

“I said put...the baby down!” He said through clenched teeth.

“P-please, c-calm down alright.” I stuttered, choking nervously, but he kept cutting me off.

“Put the baby down.” He repeated again.

Damn, he’s really pissed. I wouldn’t like the see what he’d do to me if Daely wasn’t in my arms. Just thinking about it has me on the edge.

“P-please... I—

Suddenly without having the nerve to do or say anything, he stepped forward and gently plucked Daely right out of my arms.

I gasped deeply as he cradles her head with his large hand. The rest of her little body laid on his muscular forearm as she slept.

Still stunned by what just happened, I stood there dumbfounded as I wrapped my arms over my body.

He walked over and rest her down gently on the changing table with the borders around it so she wouldn’t fall.

I don’t know what it was that has me feeling this way, but he really looks good with her in his arms. He was awfully gentle and careful with her... I have to admit, it made him even more attractive.

The cursed, possessive Alpha was soft with baby pups...but everything changed for the worst when she was finally out of his arms. He looked over at me with those intense green eyes and clenched jaw.

My back was against the wall as I held out my hand to stop him, but that didn't stop him. He marched over towards me impatiently and pressed his larger body against mines, snatching my jaw into his hand firmly.

“You’re a stubborn one!” He said down to me, staring across my face. “Why didn’t you moved when I told you to.”

I whimpered softly. I can’t believe the one man I was supposed to be protected from has me hold up in the property’s Nursery changing room. The one place I thought I’d be safe.

I swear he stops at nothing!

“T-this isn’t the time or the place for this!”

“Well, I just made it the time and place.” He said staring at me with those dark green eyes. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

“But I’m not alone... p-please let me go...” I begged, clutching his wrist, but it only pissed him off even more.

“Who you think you’re talking to?” He said in a low voice, trying not to wake sleeping Daely.

He pulled out the picture collage from his pocket and held it to my face. “What the hell is this?” He asked, getting angrier by the second.

My heart was pounding hard as I looked at the different pictures of me and Jackson. Just seeing Jackson’s face in this current situation made me even more emotional.

“I asked you a question?” He said to me, but my mouth was folded shut because I didn’t know what to say. I’m already a terrible liar. I’ll just put myself in even more hot water.

Shit... he’s so close. Too close! I can feel his firm muscles pressing against me as he holds me against the wall.

He raises a sharp brow at me and locked his eyes onto mines. “Fine!” He said calmly, turning me around. “I guess you want to feel how hard I am for you.”

He thrust and dig his hips into my ass. I don’t know if it’s our clothing that was too thin or his dick print that was that big and hard. I could feel every inch of his thickness.

He grinds his hips slowly into me, rubbing his huge length between my ass cheeks. Goddess! That thing’s so hard and it throbbed... I could feel my core heating up.

T-this is too much... I hated it, but I couldn’t help the way I feel... It’s been a while since I’ve been touch like this. I’m in desperate need of a release, but I don’t want it from him! He’s getting way too comfortable.

“You’re trespassing... This is against the treaty—

“I don’t give a damn!” He cut me off. “I’m not trespassing if something belongs to me!”

“I don’t BELONG TO YOU!” I whispered yelled.

“Yes, the fuck you do!” He said, “Or is it the man in the picture you belong to? Why is he so close to my mate! Feeling on her... KISSING HER! Who the hell is he!”

Still refusing to talk, he arched my back, moving his large hand towards my neck and pull my head towards his chest.

“Still won’t tell me, huh?” He said.

I whimpered softly, looking over at Daely still fast asleep, but I couldn’t focus, his cock was literally springing in his pants as he thrust his hips harder against my ass.

“You feel mini-me, don’t you? You got him really happy...even from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He said in my ear. “This is what we have to go through whenever I smell that sharp, sweet smell of yours... You have no idea what you do to us, little girly.”

He grinds his hips harder from behind. His large hand travels down my body, groping a handful of my breast in my bra cup as the other moved over my stomach.

“You’re not going to talk... I’ll make you talk.” He seethed.

He moved his head into the crook of my neck and ran his tongue over my skin, sucking it firmly. Shivers starting to roll through my body. My breathing started to heave slightly.

He moved further down to my soft spot. The spot where every wolf gets to mark and grazed his sharp canines over it gently.

“Damn! You’re so fucking tempting... I wanna sink my teeth so deep in this sweet spot.” He said, “Mark, and finally, claim you as mines.”

“N-no...” I said, but I didn’t have the will power to pull away.

“Then are you ready to talk?” He said as he felt his dick throbbed uncontrollably against my ass. “Because I’ll have those eyes of yours rolling in the back of your head in no time.”

I parted and closed my lips. I was too petrified to speak. He grew impatient and moved his hand under my blouse, then under my bra cup.

My nipples we’re rock hard! I didn’t want him to feel how aroused I am. It would only make him try even harder to make me crack.

“Oh... I guess I’m not the only one that’s horny, am I.” He said in a lustful tone. “These nipples are nice and firm. Makes me want to suck them until they turn inside out.”

He tugged on my hard, round nipples between his fingers and nibbled on my ear. I-it felt so good. My core was heated up... I was on the edge of cumming...so close.

“I know you like it, Joel.” He kissed the back of my neck.

He said my name...the way he said my name... Goddess! A moan nearly slipped out of my mouth.

He removed one hand and took mine, resting it over his large, stiff dick print through his pants.

Oh my gosh!! He’s enormous!

I flinched, moving my hand away, but he grasped my hand tightly and forcefully move it up and down his length, groaning softly in my ear.

“Don’t run away! A little too late for that! It’s about time you met your future best friend. He’s gonna rearrange them guts... satisfy you real good!” He said rolling my nipple with his finger. “Only a few weeks left until I’ll finally tear up this phat pussy. I’ll be pounding the fuck out of you too with this thick ass you got. Long dick style. No breaks either.”

Oh shit... I was at my limit. I trembled in his hold as he feels me up and talks dirty in my ear. He spanked and grabbed my ass roughly, thrusting his hips into mines over and over, making my tits bounce in my shirt.

“Goddess...” I gasped, moaning beneath my breath. “P-please.”

“Tell me who’s the guy in the picture then.” He said sternly. “Because I just about had enough! If you don’t answer me, I’ll strip this pant off of you and eat this little pussy of yours, front and back. Stop playing with me. Better yet, I’ll suck on that throbbing clit until your head caves in. You’ll have no other choice but to tell me!”

“Please... The baby’s in the room!” I said.

“I know!” He said. “But my patience is growing thin

“B-but, but...”

He shoved his hand in the front of my pants, into my soaked underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, princess.” He said slapping his finger over my pussy. “Damn, this kitty’s even more fat and juicy than I expected.”

My pussy clenched so hard. The sensation was swelling up in my core.

“Oh shit!” He groaned. “This little clit is throbbing wildly on my finger too.”

“T-That’s because your t-touching it...” I whimpered, trying to hold back as hard as I can.

“No, that’s because the Alpha’s in charge! You’re turned on by my masculinity. It’s every she wolf’s weakness.” He said leaving sloppy kisses down my neck, sucking on my skin harshly. “Oh...that’s gonna leave a mark, kitten. Better cover it up nice and good before momma Alpha sees it.”

“S-stop...” I moaned.

He paused for a moment and whispered down at me, “Was that a moan?” He said as I shook my head slightly. “Liar! Admit it! Am I causing this pussy juice to flow? I’m making this pussy tremble with pleasure, huh?

“No!”

“Yes!”

“N-no...”

"YES!" He said, rolling fast small circles around my sensitive clit.

I begin to squeeze my legs together as the climax began to roll in, but he stepped one leg between mines to keep them spread.

“Nah uh! Keep them spread! Not until you tell me who’s the man in the picture.” He said.

I was at the break of spilling it all out.

He knew all my weak spots. Bouncing and tugging my breast in my shirt, whiles teasing my clit and sucking on my neck. I’m about to... I’m about to—

“Matter of fact... this is just play, Joel... I can’t wait to see how you’ll be when this fat ass of yours is bouncing wildly on my long, hard cock, stuffing this little hole full.” He said, inhaling my scent deeply. “That’ll be some hot, sweaty sex... I could see it now. It’ll take five of my men to get me off you... When that time comes, we’ll be needing a changing room too after we’re done.”

Moon goddess!

“Who’s the man, Joel?” He asked for the last time, longing out his slimy, et tongue into my ear.

“H-he’s my ex... boyfriend!” I blurted out as I finally tip over the edge.

I moaned aloud, startling Daely just a little as I ride out my orgasm.

“Shh!” Darius said, “you’re gonna wake the baby.”

Embarrassed and sexually exposed, I held my head down, trembling as I waited for the pleasure to finally subside. I can’t believe I’ve cracked.

“Sweet sweet release, ain’t it?” He said rubbing my throbbing, wet pussy for the last time before moving his hand out of my pants.

He spun me around and lift my face up to his. I can’t believe I’m saying this...though I hated his guts, I can’t lie, the man was drop-dead gorgeous. The haircut really brought out more of his features.

The way that he looks at me with those dark green eyes. Those pink full lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, he was awfully handsome.

“He’s your ex, huh?” He said. “When did you two broke up?”

“That’s none of your business!” I mumbled.

His eyes flashed a bright gold as he tried to teem his wolf. He clutches my jaw, tightly.

“Don’t get smart with me, because we’ll go another round! And this time my long cock will be down that pretty, little throat of yours!” He said through clenched teeth. “Try me!”

“W-we broke up...a month ago...” I said feeling crushed for lying, but it was my only choice.

His eyes traveled over my face as we stared at each other for an intimate moment then he gradually stepped away.

“That’s all I wanted to know.” He said as Daely burst out crying.

I took a few steps away from him to go and comfort her, only to get a loud, hard spank on my left ass cheek, making my tits bounced in my blouse.

I gasped aloud and paused, feeling my pussy clench wildly as I took a few deep breaths.

After taking Daely in my arms, patting her over my shoulder, she gradually calmed down.

There was a slight awkwardness between us. He just stood there and watch as I held her gently in my arms. After what just happened, I was too embarrassed to look him in the face, so I looked to the ground instead.

“You know, you look really good with that baby in your hand... It turns me on even more seeing how I’m going to have you looking shortly.” He said, giving me a cheeky smile. “But for now...it’s just you and me.”

He walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

I let out a deep shaky breath, feeling all the weight of anxiety being lifted off me as I embraced little Daely.

“Miss Joel, I’m finished!” Alice said, flushing the toilet.

My eyes widened. I forgot she was in there! She opened the bathroom stall and washed her hand, but I was concerned about what she probably had heard.

“Alice,” I said calmly, “d-did you hear anything when you were in there?” I asked her.

“Yes! Musicals!” She said.

“M-musicals?” I said confusedly. “What do you mean?”

“My Momma and Papa do them at night,” she explained. My eyes widened as I finally realized what it meant. “Momma calls them musicals.”

I cleared my throat and nodded at her. “Y-yes they are, but don’t tell anyone you heard ‘musicals’ in the bathroom, alright?”

“Yup! She exclaimed skipping to the door.

For the life of me, please don’t tell anyone...

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Reckless - Part 12

Part 12/??

Characters: AJ Styles, OFC, Baron Corbin

Summary: The newest woman on the roster finds herself making waves she never intended to, with men that are both off-limits to her.

She'd known just before, and during, and after, their match with Charlotte and AJ that something was wrong. She had asked, because that was what caring girlfriends did, wasn't it? She had asked what was wrong, if she could help. Baron had merely shaken his head and muttered they would talk about it later. On the flight to Florida she napped, aware the whole time of him stewing next to her, but didn't ask again until later in the day. When, after parting to go to their respective homes he showed up with his dog.

Xander, nearly one hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle, nearly knocked her over while she greeted him. He was one of the things she had missed about being with Baron. For such a large, seemingly serious, dog, he was an exuberant, overgrown puppy. Kneeling on the floor just inside her apartment, she hugged him, giggling as he rewarded her with sloppy kisses and soft growls.

Baron, she couldn't help but notice once she was on her feet again, didn't seem so excited to see her. He greeted her, of course, but she could feel the tension in the arm that slipped around her. Then there was the briefness of his embrace. A chill followed him into the apartment. She knew they would either have a fight or her concern would be brushed away again and, closing the door, wondered if she should even bother.

Yes, damnit, she should. She decided that while Xander checked out the living room, inspecting the new cushions on the couch and nosing through the basket where she had always kept a few toys and chews for him. Surprisingly, he turned away with a large toy clutched in his mouth. It brought a smile to her face because he seemed so happy, tail wagging as he carried the toy to the couch. Once he had jumped up and was happily gnawing on the stuffed Grinch, she looked to Baron.

"You painted," he said.

She wanted to lie. To say something had stained the walls and required the newer coats. To blame her neighbor's daughter for sweeping through with non-washable markers or there had been water damage. Looking to the sunny yellow walls, though, she knew she had to be truthful. They had agreed to talk things out, hadn't they? To not brush things aside?

"I couldn't look at the blue anymore." It was simple but it was the truth. She had mourned that pretty cornflower blue. But the blue reminded her of him. They'd painted the living room together after she had gotten permission from the building manager. In those first weeks after they had split she avoided the living room altogether, not liking the happy memories the walls evoked. But the evidence had lived on in other rooms. The tiny streak of blue on the kitchen doorframe, transferred from Baron when he'd been going to wash his hands in the sink. The smear on her bedroom door, and on the headboard, transferred from both of them because they hadn't been able to wait long enough to shower. There had been other spots, too. Spots she had managed to scrape away. But those three held fast.

"Do you think I'm unsupportive?" he asked suddenly.

Kim dragged her thoughts from the paint on the walls. He was still simmering. Predicting that it was all about to boil over, she murmured that she needed something to drink. She preceded him into the kitchen. Small, it seemed tinier when he was in it and she briefly recalled all the times she had nearly tripped over him while throwing together a quick dinner. He nodded when she suggested coffee, and leaned against the counte`r next to the sink. The memories crashed together in her mind.

Coffee at midnight because sleep was for the dispassionate. Cold pizza at two in the morning, half-eaten because their hunger was for each other. The morning sun cutting through the blinds and warming her back while he had her for breakfast. The taste of him on her tongue as they fixed meals. Meals that were always delayed. Because out of all the rooms they spent time together in, her kitchen was the only one they had never fought in. If anything, it was where they had always made peace. Where, with strong coffee and unavoidable touches, their moods had always coincided. It was their own little Geneva but with no set rules.

"Kimmy."

"You could be more supportive," she finally said, breathing in the aroma of the coffee grounds. Then, realizing she'd put too much into the coffeemaker, she began scooping some back into the container. She could sense their Geneva was about to end. "Sunday night was important to me. And you didn't—"

"I told you, I was getting ready for my match." He dragged a chair away from the table and sat down.

"Everyone else that was watching it had a match to get ready for," she pointed out. "Shinsuke, Dolph, Kevin, Sami, and AJ were in the same match as you, and they all watched it."

"Did you go around telling people I didn't watch?"

"What? Why would I do that?" She got mugs from the cabinet and set them down before turning to face him.

"All I heard yesterday was people bitching about it. How I didn't care that you were doing something historic. How I'm not a man because I didn't support you."

"When did this happen?"

"In Catering. A bunch of them were talking about it. Naomi, Jimmy, Jey… Owens and Sami… Even fucking Styles had to say something."

"He did?"

"Naomi said some bullshit about how Styles obviously cares about women's wrestling." Baron rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. "And then he said he just cares about wrestling. And Naomi dragged Cena into it and he went off about you have to support your partners no matter what they're doing. And on and on. Did you tell them I didn't watch?"

"Of course I didn't." Like that was something she wanted to divulge.

"Then how did they know?" he challenged.

"Gee, maybe because they were all watching and noticed you weren't there? They're all smart, I'm sure they would have seen you if you'd been watching."

"I could have been watching somewhere else."

"Except you weren't," she pointed out. Behind her the coffeemaker gurgled and she turned to pour it into the mugs. "So yeah, to answer your original question, I do think you're unsupportive."

"Here we go," he muttered while she added sweetener and creamer to his cup.

"We promised to talk about shit that bothered us, right?" She turned to place his coffee in front of him, then began doctoring her own. She'd never even enjoyed coffee until he'd swept into her life. The first time she had tried to go a day without a cup after their split she had come to realize she was addicted to it as she had been to him. "You not caring about my career bothers me."

"I never said I don't care." He leaned over the table, elbows propped on the edge while he sipped his coffee.

"You act like you don't." She pulled out the chair across from him.

"I'm focused on my own—"

"I know you are," she cut in. "But doesn't mine affect you right now? We're in the storyline together."

"You mean the storyline that has you flirting with Styles? Forgive me for not being all gung-ho about that."

"So you're paying attention to that? Figures," she muttered. The coffee was strong, stronger than she usually made it.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You've got this hang-up about him. You have ever since the night of my debut."

"The asshole butted in on something that didn't concern him, remember?"

"He was being a gentleman. He didn't think… I don't know what he thought or didn't think. But I do know I said no and he intervened."

Baron scoffed. "He just delayed the inevitable."

The coffee sloshed and stung her fingers as she slammed her mug down. "What?"

"You came to me a couple days later."

"I came to you because—" she cut off. She'd already told him why she had gone to him. And if she went on speaking at that moment, she may say something she would later regret. Something along the lines of now wishing she hadn't sought him out.

"Because you were horny. I know. You could have gone to any guy in the hotel that night. Even the gentleman Styles wouldn't have turned you away." Baron sneered while making air quotes around the word gentleman.

Denim scraping her flesh. Arm like steel holding her close. Nipples hard. Clit throbbing. The music vibrated the floor. Heart pounding. Hips jerking. She could feel his moan. Whimpered as he held her so only her hips could move. She was going to cum. She went taut, felt only bliss and his hot breath in her hair and the arm around her trembling.

Where the hell had those mental images come from? A dream she'd had? And why were they popping up now, at the worst possible time? Frowning, she took a sip of coffee. She did remember dancing with AJ. But that was all they'd done. Wasn't it? Despite Baron's sarcastic use of the word, AJ was a gentleman through and through. A pleasant, surprising reminder that perhaps good manners weren't completely dead. He wouldn't have let that happen. Or would he have?

"AJ Styles has nothing to do with you being supportive of my work," she managed, keeping her gaze on the tabletop. "No one does, Baron, except you."

"What do you want me to do? Drop everything to watch your stuff? Come out and watch you practice in the ring? Wear your shirt backstage?"

All of that. Really, would it be such a chore? Except the wearing of her shirt. She didn't have one just yet. Which was on one hand irritating, because it seemed some of her coworkers had new shirts coming out every other week. But on the other hand she understood it wasn't an immediate thing, that shirt designs and production took time. Inhaling slowly, she lifted her head. "Yes, I do, actually. Except for Sunday, my matches are usually, what, five minutes? Your schedule isn't so busy you can't break away for that long. It's not like you're Cena or Roman."

He dragged a hand over his face and she knew she'd struck a nerve. "I never want to be them," he said evenly. The hand holding the coffee cup was white-knuckled. "And how do you know what my schedule is? I do stuff—"

"Oh my god, I'm just asking you to watch my work and give me feedback. I'm not begging you to sit ringside and take notes," she groaned. "You don't even have to watch it live! Just… I don't know. If nothing else, fucking pretend you care about more than how great my tits and ass look in my gear."

His chair scraped against the floor and she looked on in surprise as he stood. "I should go, before I…" He sighed. "Before I say something I shouldn't."

"Like what?" she asked, pushing her chair back as well. "That tits and ass are all the women are there for anyway? That to pretend we're in the ring performing for any other reason than to give guys a thrill is bullshit?"

"You're putting words in my mouth."

"I don't see you spitting them away," she shot back.

"Well you wanted honesty, right?"

She saw her cup fly. Saw the coffee come out in a caramel-colored arc. Heard the cup shatter against the wall behind him, and the liquid splashing to the floor. All before she realized she had picked the damn thing up. "You asshole," she seethed, feeling the pinprick of tears in her eyes. Damning herself for the tears, she drew in a shaky breath. Part of her wished the cup had hit him, while the majority was glad it hadn't.

"Good job, Kimmy," he said, wiping away the coffee that had splashed on his arm. "Maybe now you can repaint this room, too."

"You should go," she decided, hating that his words were finely honed blades. They pierced her, left her bleeding. And she wished she had the ability to do the same to him.

His chair clattered when he pushed it back to the table, causing the salt and pepper shakers to wobble. She heard a soft whine from the living room when he marched out of the kitchen. And hated herself for letting an argument start in front of the dog. Stepping over the mess she had made and would have to clean up, she followed Baron to the door, rearing back when he turned to face her.

"Did you still want to go look at puppies?"

"For fuck's sake," she breathed, astounded he could even think of her wanting a puppy when they'd just fought – argued? bickered? – about his lack of support. "Are you crazy? Right now I don't want to even look at a pizza with you."

His expression dark, he gave a curt nod then called to Xander. His tone was authoritative, and the dog didn't even glance her way while hurrying to follow his master out of the apartment.

Kim caught the edge of the door and, with a strangled scream, slammed it shut. She wanted to rage. At herself for letting him get under her skin. At him, even though he was gone, for ignoring the hard work she and all the girls had put into their performances. At herself, because she had let him back into her life. And because she had been the one to go crawling back to him after months of swearing she never would.

She wanted to cry. From anger. From sadness. From the stupidity of it all. She wanted to do the cliché 'chick' thing and cram ice cream into her mouth while watching sad movies. She wanted to call Charlotte or Becky or Naomi or all of them and beg them to come over and help her feel better.

She didn't rage, cry, or call anyone, though. Instead, she went back into the kitchen. There was at least one mess she could clean up.

***

"That's the last of it," Nick announced, pushing the box he'd just carried inside out of the way so he could close the door.

"I really appreciate it," AJ told him, bending to lift the box.

Despite his kids, and Nick and Jess' three, going from room to room and back again to check out everything, the apartment seemed hollow. Empty, too, even though it was almost fully furnished. It was more cluttered than anything else at the moment, he thought with a sigh, carrying the box further into the living room and setting it next to the TV that wasn't hooked up yet. Boxes of random things were stacked everywhere. He knew the bedrooms were in disarray, his especially, the bed covered with clothes that needed to be put away and suitcases that needed to be unpacked. The other bedroom was almost as bad, but with the kids' things. The things they'd chosen and helped him pack up for them to keep at his place.

His place. It was new and different and he hated that it was a necessity now. But after getting back to the house he had helped build and had lived and loved and laughed and cried in, he had known it was time to make the official move. She would have the kids for the majority of the time. In spite of everything, he couldn't uproot his sons and daughter's lives more than they already were.

"Help yourself to a drink," he called after Nick, who was already entering the kitchen. He headed after him, stopping in the doorway. "Damn, Jess…"

"What?" His cousin glanced up while placing the new coffeemaker on the counter. "I told you that I'd take care of the kitchen."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you meant you'd have it ready so soon." Unlike the rest of the apartment, it was nearly spotless. A stack of small appliance boxes was next to the stove. The tiny island counter was cluttered with groceries that hadn't been put away. She had insisted on getting what he would need. He smiled slightly when he saw two packages of golden Oreos. She knew him too well.

It was late when he waved goodbye to Jess, Nick, and their kids. Still awed but pleased they had stuck around to help him get mostly everything put away, he closed and locked the door with a heavy sigh.

"Daddy?"

Turning at the sound of Anney's voice, he felt his breath catch at the sight of her frown. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Where my room?" She looked up at him with utter seriousness, her favorite blanket tucked under one arm. The gravity of her expression was ruined by the fact she was wearing only underwear and her hair was still damp from her bath.

"You're sharin' with me, remember?" Scooping her up, he carried her into his bedroom. "See? Great big bed with plenty of room for you. You even get to pick which side you want."

"I want my room," she said, even as she jumped from his arms and onto the bed. "With my toys and my bed."

"I know you do," he sighed. "But this is just for a little while, alright? We're getting' a bigger place soon. And I'll let you pick your bedroom first."

"No Mommy?" she asked sadly.

"No, baby, she won't live there."

Her frown deepened. "Why?"

AJ sighed again. He should have known the questions would start again. Getting her pajamas from the foot of the bed, he motioned for her to move closer so he could help her put them on. "Mommy and Daddy can't live together anymore," he explained for possibly the hundredth time since he and Wendy had told the kids they were separating. "Mommy's goin' to stay at home, and Daddy's getting' a new house as soon as possible. You and your brothers will go back and forth. Remember?"

She nodded solemnly, pushing her hands through the sleeves of the bright blue top emblazoned with her current favorite cartoon character. "Cuz of Chad?"

"No, not because of him," he promised, mood souring at the mention of Chad.

Chad. A man who'd never had to actually work a day in his life and had more money than any man could ever know what to do with. AJ supposed he was attractive. He knew he was a likeable man. Hell, he'd mentored the guy ten years ago when he was about to get married. Now he was divorced, childless, and AJ hadn't realized until it was too late how close he and Wendy had become.

"Daddy?"

He drew in a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of Chad away as he exhaled. "Anney?"

"I love you." She was smiling. She obviously didn't want him frowning.

"I love you too." Bringing her close for a hug, he laughed at her next words.

"Love you more."

"Love you most."

Two pillow fights, three stories, and one long cuddle later, she was asleep. AJ watched her for a few moments to make sure she was completely out before slipping away.

The boys were watching a movie in their room. They'd used blankets and pillows to make themselves a fort, and he could tell when he peeked in on them that they would all be asleep before the movie ended. Albey was already drooping.

He went into the living room. His initial plan was to settle in and play video games, but found he lacked the energy necessary to hook up the system. Remote in hand he settled on the couch, mindlessly flipping from channel to channel. Even with the TV on the apartment was too quiet. The couch wasn't exactly comfortable. He switched off the TV, sighing into the resulting silence. Out of desperation he reached for his phone, which had been mockingly silent on the coffee table since dinner.

There was some pizza left…

Moments later he was standing at the counter, eating a slice of cold pizza and scrolling through Twitter. His thumb paused at the sight of Kim's name. Reaching for another slice of pizza, he frowned while reading her words.

Some nights you just need sad songs…

His frown deepened as he focused on the attached photo – a screenshot showing what she was listening to. He didn't immediately recognize it. Before he could stop himself he was looking up the lyrics, then he was giving it a listen. The tune was pure melancholy, the words haunting.

He let it play in the background as he composed a text to her. It was none of his business. But she was, first and foremost, a friend.

You okay sweetie?

No, that sounded too worried. He tossed the pizza down, wiped his fingers on his shorts, and started over.

Why do you need sad songs tonight?

He hit send before he could overthink the text, then set his phone on the counter and sighed. Just as he reached for the pizza his phone vibrated. Reading the message, he smiled.

Because I'm a chick and that's what chicks do. Are you stalking my Twitter?

I just saw it on my feed. Are you listening to sad songs and eating ice cream?

No. I don't have any. For some silly reason I didn't buy myself any junk food.

That's a shame. I thought chicks kept junk food on hand for times like this.

I thought about going out and getting some but I don't think I want it that bad.

I thought chicks always wanted it.

This chick is different.

I know.

There were no bubbles to indicate she was replying and he worried he'd insulted her. The song ended with a gentle note. He grabbed the slice of pizza and took a bite, nearly choking when his phone began to buzz with an incoming call.

Kim.

He swallowed the mouthful of pizza, wincing, then answered. "Hello?"

"I hit call accidentally but didn't want to hang up and have you worrying that something was wrong, so…" Kim sighed. "Sorry."

"It's no trouble, sweetie." He took a sip of his drink and waited one second. "You okay?"

"I suppose. Just a little down. But I'll be fine."

"Don't listen to anymore sad songs, alright?"

"Why?"

"I don't think they're helpin' you right now. You're a bright, beautiful woman. You shouldn't be down."

"It happens."

"I know," he murmured. The question burned on his tongue. His lips moved into the position to start making the words. He held back as long as he could, which wasn't very long at all, and finally asked what was in the forefront of his mind. "What's got you down?"

"Stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Life stuff."

"You're gonna need to be more specific, sweetie."

She groaned. "I broke my favorite coffee cup. I washed my sheets and they ripped when I was getting them out of the washer. Baron and I had a…few words. It's just been a crummy day."

"Can you get another coffee cup just like the one you broke?" he asked carefully. Better to focus on the things that didn't involve Baron. If she wanted to talk about the few words – which had to mean they'd fought – she would.

"Yeah, my dad has dozens of them."

"Then don't worry about it. And you have more sheets, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Were they your favorite? Irreplaceable?"

"No." She gave a brief laugh. "Just regular sheets from Target."

"Then don't worry about them."

"It was just one more thing to add to the crap, you know?" She sighed. "I wasn't even that upset about it until after…"

"After?"

"After Baron stormed out and I went to put them on my bed and remembered they're ripped and…" Her groan filled his ear. "I'm such a fool."

"You're not a fool, Kim," he insisted. She said nothing and he felt something in his chest twist. "Sweetie, talk to me."

"I feel like one. I went almost seven months without him. And as soon as I got on the roster and we were around each other… I fell right back into him. It hasn't been a month yet and already we're fighting about stuff we fought about before."

"What did you fight about today?" he asked. He didn't know the full story of her first relationship with Baron. He wasn't sure he wanted to know it at all. But he knew what he'd seen of them in the past weeks. And, aside from that first night, he had never seen them as anything but a normal couple.

"He was telling me how some people brought up his not watching my match on Sunday. It just escalated. We both said things we probably didn't really mean. At least, I hope we didn't. I threw him out. Well, told him he should go. And now… I don't know. Maybe it's hormones. Or I'm worn out from the road."

Or maybe she really wanted him gone.

"I just want…" She heaved a weary sigh.

"What do you want, sweetie?"

It was a dangerous question. One he had no right to ask. One he probably didn't want the answer to.

"I want to finish a fight and be able to talk it over calmly once the emotions die down. I want to say what I need to say and not have to say it to a retreating back. It's not the arguing or fighting that upsets me as much as the fact that shit never gets resolved."

"I know what you mean."

"Do you and your wife – I'm sorry, you're separated aren't you? And it's none of my business."

"We fought," he said, knowing what she was going to ask. "At first only over big things. And we always tried to solve problems before they got to the fight stage. But over the years… Well, little things were ignored until they became too big to solve. I let stuff get worse because I didn't want to see the big picture. I took the vows I made seriously. I wasn't gonna be another statistic, y'know? And here I am… A statistic."

"You're not a number on a page, AJ."

"I may as well be. By the time I realized how bad it had gotten, it was too far gone to try fixin'. Relationships are hard, sweetie. Doesn't matter if you're just datin' or if you've been married almost twenty years."

"Did you try counseling?" she asked.

"We did." What a waste of time and money that had been. His marriage had crumbled to dust without his knowing. No, he thought, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink. He'd known. He'd just been too proud to see. And it had been too far gone. The counseling sessions had only made them tenser around each other. When he'd lost his temper over a basket of laundry in the middle of the floor, he had been forced to sit down and tell himself it was time to end things. No amount of counseling or journals or prayer would take them back to where they used to be. "It didn't work. It's not all on her. Not all on me, either. We grew apart and let things get between us. And we had to do what was best for the kids."

"For what it's worth, I think you're doing pretty good for them. They're great kids, and they didn't seem traumatized to me when I spent time with them over the weekend."

"Anney's still confused," he sighed.

"She's not even three, right? I think she'll be okay. She knows both her parents love her. She's got three big brothers to hold her hand. She's stronger and smarter than you think."

"That's for sure."

"I didn't mean to drag all of this up for you. I can't imagine how stressful it already is—"

"No, no, I think I needed that." He had. "You're right, it's stressful. Especially right now with the new place and settling in. But I needed to talk about it with someone."

"You got a new place?"

"An apartment. It's a few miles from the house."

"What's it like?"

"Like?" He chuckled, glancing around the kitchen. "It's tiny as hell. Two bedrooms, a living room with a dining area, two bathrooms I can barely turn around in, and a kitchen smaller than my closet at the house."

"Are you all moved in?"

"Yeah, Jess and her husband helped. And the kids." He finished the last slice of pizza and folded the box so he could shove it into the trashcan. "I moved in today."

"You must be exhausted."

"I am," he admitted.

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Because I'm talkin' to you." He smiled as he said it, wondering if she had any idea how much better she had made him feel.

"I'm that important, huh?" she mused. There was a faint playfulness in her tone. He could just hear a soft groan and imagined her stretching.

"You have no idea, sweetie." He crossed the apartment to peek in on the boys. There was no glow inside their fort. As he eased the door closed he heard a gentle snore that verified all three were fast asleep. He checked on Anney, saw she'd wriggled around until she was in the center of the bed. He closed the door and moved to the couch again, pulling a throw pillow beneath his head as he stretched out.

"You need sleep, AJ."

"So do you," he returned.

"Mmm, but I'm already in bed. You're not."

"How do you know I'm not in bed?" He tried to ignore the mental image of her in bed. Did she wear pajamas? A baggy t-shirt? Nothing at all? Closing his eyes, which only made the images clearer in his mind, he waited for her answer.

"I just know. You probably had a snack. I could hear you eating and drinking something. What was it? Ice cream?"

His laugh was genuine. "No. Leftover pizza."

"Yum. But now you're probably on the couch, waiting to make sure the kids are sleeping well before you crash."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"I just know," she said again. "You're a dad through and through."

"I'm not that bad."

"You did a headcount when we got to the bar Sunday night. You're that bad."

"I relaxed once everyone got settled."

"I don't think you relaxed until we danced."

"You remember our dance?" he murmured, surprised. "I thought you were three sheets to the wind."

"Bits and pieces. I got pretty plastered," she reminded with a groan. "But I don't know what's actual memory and what my brain made up."

"What do you remember?"

"You."

The gently spoken word sent a bolt of electricity through his body. Inhaling deeply, he released it slowly, licking his suddenly dry lips. "Wha—" He had to clear his throat. "What about me?

"I know we danced. I know that wasn't some drunken illusion. It was hot and crowded and… That's all I know for sure. But there are also little flashes of me basically riding your thigh until I had an orgasm. Which is crazy, right? I couldn't have done that."

She really didn't remember. Well, she did, but thought she didn't. "Sweetie…"

Her gasp was sharp. "I didn't!"

"You did." Because really what else could he say? Lying to her would accomplish nothing. He hoped she wouldn't feel guilty about her actions. It wasn't as though she'd dragged him into the bathroom for a quickie.

"Shit, really?" She made a small, surprised sound. "I've never been able to do that."

"You've never orgasmed?" he blurted.

"No! No, no, I've done that! Just never while humping a thigh. I've gotten close but I always needed a little something more to push me over the edge." Kim groaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry, AJ. I know I was drunk but I shouldn't have used you—"

"Kim, sweetie, you didn't use me."

"I can't even begin to imagine how awkward that must have been for you," she went on. "Unless you're used to women getting off when they dance with you? But anyway, I'm sorry—"

"Stop," he interrupted with a chuckle. "You didn't use me. It wasn't awkward. It was…"

"Weird? Gross? Whorish?"

"It was a turn-on," he insisted softly. He knew he was treading into that dangerous territory again. And yet, with her, it didn't seem so dangerous. Just talking about what had happened on that crowded dance floor was turning him on again. He would need another shower.

"Really?" Her voice softened.

"Yes, really," he promised.

"AJ, did we do anything else?" She sucked in a breath. "Kiss or anything? Because that's almost happened before."

As though he'd needed the reminder. "No, sweetie, we didn't. After you recovered a little, you helped me out, then we went to the bar for a drink—"

"Helped you out?" she yelped. "What the fuck did I do?"

"You put your hand down my pants." She sounded so horrified. So embarrassed. He couldn't help but smile. "No harm done."

"How could you let me do such a thing?"

"Kim… Sweetie, I'm a man. I had a beautiful woman grindin' on me. I wasn't about to tell you to stop."

"Ugh," she groaned, and he could picture her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, one hand covering her face. "No, tell me I didn't really do that. Tell me I did not jack you off in public."

"Don't be upset," he requested. "Hell, I was surprised you did it. I wasn't goin' to ask you to, but you kinda just grabbed the bull by the horns…"

"Or horn, as the case may be," she mumbled. A snort of laughter escaped her. "Oh God, what you must think of me now."

"What do you mean?"

"Grinding on you, riding your damn thigh, jacking you off. You must think I'm a total slut."

"I don't think no such thing. I think you're a vivacious, gorgeous young woman who's comfortable enough to push the envelope. You're not a slut, Kim. It was a few amazin' moments between two adults. Not like you had a line of guys waitin' their turn."

"AJ," she sighed. Then, she groaned again. "Shit, if Baron finds out—"

"I sure as hell ain't tellin' him." He swallowed down the ball of sourness that rose in his throat at the mention of the man's name. "I have no intention of gettin' you in trouble with him. Or of messin' up whatever it is you two have."

"Nothing right now," she muttered bitterly. "If I had to jack a guy off in public, I'm glad it was you."

He let out an absurd laugh. "I am too, sweetie."

"I mean it. Thank you for telling me what happened. It doesn't bring anything else back, but at least now I know the little flashes are real, not something I dreamed."

"No problem. And, hey, if you ever want to dance again, be sure and let me know."

"You're terrible," she groaned. "And it's late. I better let you go."

"Get some sleep," he instructed.

"Wait, one more thing!"

Pushing himself upright, he winced briefly as a twinge of pain flared in his lower back. "Yeah?"

"Did you mean all that stuff you said before we danced? About how I needed a spanking and all?"

AJ dragged a hand over his face. "Yep, I did."

"Hmm. Okay. Now I really need to let you go. You need your sleep, too."

Sleep would be almost impossible, considering all the thoughts running through his mind. Thoughts about her. Dangerous territory be damned. "Promise me you won't beat yourself up about what we talked about, alright?"

"I promise." There was a series of rustles, and the faint click of a lamp being turned off. "Tell the kids I said hi. Will they be coming on the road this weekend?"

"No, but I'm getting' them again in a couple weeks." He smiled, pleased that she seemed to enjoy his children so much. He knew they could be a chore, but each time she had interacted with them over the weekend she had truly seemed to want to get to know them better.

"Good." More rustling. She was getting situated in her bed. "Goodnight, AJ."

"Goodnight, sweetie," he murmured. "Hey… Thanks for accidentally callin' me."

"Thanks for answering my questions. Sweet dreams."

They were almost guaranteed to be about her. Which automatically made them sweet. He didn't say that, though, merely echoing the words before ending the call.

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