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moonlightdistractions · 7 months
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a fake/pretend Sam/Dean relationship fic rec list for @augustonly - went through my bookmarks and chose 5 + a bonus, enjoy!
ordeals verse by autoschediastic & ponderosa121 - 4 parts - ranges from hilarious to serious, with a pining!Sam. author's tags include mpreg, curses
insomnia by @laughablelament "Five times when there was only one bed, and once when there wasn’t."
the secrets you keep by @amypond45 "Sam and Dean pose as a married couple to investigate the deaths of three couples who all went to the same marriage counselor. Business as usual, nothing to see here, all the lies and denial and Dean being kind of an ass sometimes. Nothing out of the ordinary."
salt water cure by smalltroven "Set after episode 10.5 “Fan Fiction”- Sam and Dean have to be pretend boyfriends for a case which leads to many changes neither of them ever expected"
windfall for the non-believer by glovered "After Sam's first Hell flashback, he and Dean work a job that means posing as a couple in a planned community."
bonus: intertextuality by doctor_idiot - I bookmarked this with my rereads+ basically stated 'this is hot', 'still hot', 'still fucking hot'
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smolvenger · 9 months
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How To Fake Date A Spy (Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader). Part 1
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Summary: When you joined your sister, Jed, for a lovely summer in Spain, you wanted to enjoy yourself. Instead, you have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...
Word Count:5K
Chapter Warnings: Sexual harassment (not our boy, Pine). Discussions of suicidal intentions- if you or a loved one have thoughts, please please PLEASE reach out, call a hotline, tell someone you need help, and get help right away and this I hope is portrayed well and healthy and hopeful in this chapter. Some Fix-It-Fic-ness (Poor Elena deserved better. Hmmm, interesting of Le Carre to have the not-white female characters killed off to further the male characters' storylines. Guess what? We're fixing that crap. At least for Elena). Mentions of murder and domestic abuse. Reader being thirsty, but no actual smut.
Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!
A/N: You can decide if you’re a sister by adoption or by birth and I want to leave that open ended in the fic to make this an inclusive x reader fic. Shout out to @evelyn-kingsley for suggesting this idea in the first place! This fic wouldn't exist without you! :)
Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over ) @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr
A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad
You screamed as the robber grabbed the boy and pulled out a gun to the child’s forehead.
“Nobody move! Nobody move!” the robber yelled.
There were more screams behind you and as people shot up, you heard plates clatter on the floor. Your heart was racing a mile a minute. It seemed all was well one minute- enjoying a seaside restaurant with your sister and some friends. Paid by the man she was in an arrangement with- Roper. Drinking wine and dancing and laughing. Little Danny playing games on his dad’s phone. A phone with worldwide secrets that also conveniently housed Candy Crush.  
 Then like a flip of a coin, a robber grabbed Danny and pulled him over to sit on a chair, moving the gun between pointing at the boy or your party. Danny’s sobs mirrored the screams you heard rabbits made. Sounds when the creatures thought they were going to die.
Roper-with an eerie calm-spoke to the robber. Offering the robber anything he wanted.
“Jewelry! Wallets!” the robber demanded.
With shaking hands, you took off the earrings. Your sister bought them for you on a shopping trip last week.  Being mistress to Roper, Jed could afford to spoil you with gifts however she wanted. You then removed your ring and your necklace. It was harder with the shaking, but you dropped them in. You saw Jed doing the same next to you, her jaw quivering. Then you took your wallet and all of you put your items in a bowl. Everyone did- an offering to an angry god demanding a sacrifice.
“That’s shit! Where’s the real money? Where’s the rest?” the robber asked, waving the gun at each of you.
Roper promised him 10 thousand dollars in fifteen minutes. As long as Danny was returned. The robber began to back away, still holding Danny.
“We’ll take the boy! Until we have the money! Everyone on the ground!” he threatened.
Jed offered herself in exchange. Out of gut instinct you pulled at her arm, tears in your eyes. Bringing her back.
The Robber pointed the gun at each of you and your body shot, seeing your imminent death in its Barrell. There was silence from all of you- the about-to-be-dead.
“On the ground or I’ll shoot!” he yelled.
All of you went to the ground.  You kept sobbing and so did Jed, your legs still quivering as you laid down. The robber ran off, carrying Danny. The boy’s screams could have cut you in two. You sat on the ground. The party crawled back up.
From out there, you heard yelling and a commotion. Then the screaming stopped. But there was no gunshot.
All of you ran down the steps to the stairway to enter the place. There was no robber- and Danny was safe. Danny scrambled back into his father’s arms, hugging him and crying. Even Jed leaned down to touch his arm. You had to cup your face, crying tears of relief this time. But your eyes wandered to someone else.
On the ground near him was a man in a chef’s suit, groaning in pain. His face so bloodied and hurt he was unrecognizable.
“What happened-what happened?” Jed asked.
“They ran off…he scared them…he saved me…” Danny explained.
The staff said the rescuer was a sous chef from England. Corky began examining the hero of the hour, still groaning from his broken nose and pain. Roper examined him, his blue eyes turning into a hawk gaze. Jed wrapped her long arms around Danny and let the boy cry his tears into her. You comforted him by running a hair through his head.
It was decided. They couldn’t let their hero bleed to death. He was coming with you.
•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
You hardly saw the sous chef after he moved in. Not that you had time to. You had another party of Roper’s he was hosting. And it meant dealing with your least favorite thing- men. Specifically- Roper’s men.
The party itself would be okay. You were glad you kept a small book in your clutch. Your phone batter was down to 10 percent and Danny was standing by his dad. But many of the men would gather around you. Or introduce themselves. Drunk on money and power, they believed they could do everything. Like having access to you when you didn’t like them.
One fucker-you didn’t remember his name and he didn’t deserve it-approached you as you began to sip your flute of champagne. Already you could smell how he reeked of cologne to where it stank. He leaned in closer than you liked.
“Hey there-Y/N, isn’t it? You’re looking nice today?”
“Thanks.” You said curtly.
He smirked.
“I just like what I see….would you like a drink?”
“I have one, no thanks,” you said.
His eye wandered to the book sticking out of your clutch.
“Ah-What are you reading?” he asked.
“A book,” you answered.
“Hmmm…what kind of book.”
“It’s a…a…a romance book,” you answered honestly. Maybe he would be disappointed in your interest of “fluff for women” and turn around.
 “A romance book. You like that stuff?” he asked.
Already there was that hint of putting down. Slight dislike. Condescension. You took it and ran. You gave him a frown.
“Yes, I do,” you said, going around.
Then at dinner, you could feel their eyes on you. One guy- Mr. Jacobson- was enjoying his time sitting next to you a little too much. He was tall and barrel chested with a dark beard and dark hair, manspreading on his seat. You squeezed your knees tight together so they wouldn’t brush his pants. But his leaning in gave you less space to flee.
“Well-everyone has a type for someone! A type they fall for!” Caro Langbourne began, just for casual conversation.
But Mr. Jacobson turned to you with a greedy smile. You could feel the eyes on you.
“Hmmm, means you got a type, Y/N? Like us big, hairy guys?!?”
You turned next to him.
“No.”
It was quiet and the conversation went on, but he kept talking to you. More than you wanted to. There was one guy. He was closer to your age. And he wasn’t bad looking at all, not to you. But as he turned to you during dessert, having innocent talk, just in a corner alone, he suddenly, out of nowhere, asked.
“So-When will you let me stuff it in your mouth?”
You nearly dropped the plate in shock. You blinked, processing that he said what he said.
“What did you say to me?” you asked in a hiss.
He put his hands in his pockets and repeated it.
“When will you let me stuff it in your mouth. You’ve had dessert, you can take it.”
You felt like you could get sick with disgust.
“Forget it. Don’t’ you say that to me- leave me alone!” You pushed off and walked away, heels clicking furiously from the party.
You found yourself, once alone, crying a little. You wiped it off in the bathroom, redoing your makeup with a frown on your face. Why did every gathering have to be like this? The stares. The smiles. The comments- it was too much.
You were so sick of them. All these guys hitting on you like they were entitled to you. You really were sick of it. In their bright smiles and uniforms but with such disgusting words spewing from their smiling mouths.
All this finery- nice dinners. Beautiful places. Numerous Shopping splurges with your sister. Trips to every country. Restaurants and clothes that would cost ordinary people a fortune. But the price- to be harassed daily by these dicks at every event and more. It was exhausting. Hell, the way Caro’s husband sometimes leered at you made you feel sick to your stomach. And the man brought his kids!
Besides, you didn’t even want to be in a relationship. How could you trust them-trust anyone? There were lots of hot guys out there who seemed perfectly nice. But they only seemed that way. Was it worth being abused- be it with a man beating you, or saying something cruel, or worse? Or being cheated on-giving all your heart and love to a guy only for him to find someone hotter, better, and to betray you because you were not good enough? Or the pain, the drama, the hurt of trust, the heartache? No, there was no one out there who was worth it. You didn’t want to fall in love, you didn’t want to get hurt. Even Jed and Roper were just a business arrangement. Despite the smiles and PDA, it was no different than Corky’s agreement. A loveless job.
You had to call it a night.
But as you were walking, you passed by a door. You remembered it-it was where the heroic sous-chef was staying in that room.  You hadn’t been in it. You hadn’t even seen him since then-only once as they were tending to him with bandages and towels over his bleeding face when he was helped in here.
You had to go in and visit. That was a better end to the night. This was Danny’s savior, after all. You had to let him know how grateful you were. You knocked on the door.
“Come in,” a bright, baritone voice. English accent. Proper. Refined. Elegant, even.  
You opened the door a little, and took a first step in.
“Hello the-“
Your voice stopped as did your steps. You almost did not recognize him. There wasn’t blood all over his face. Only a bruise over his eye and a bandage over his nose.
But even so, he was one of the handsomest men you had ever laid eyes on.
His eyes were blue, and his hair was an in between of dirty blonde and red. He had cheekbones that could cut glass and the shirt covered his broad chest, slim waist, and bulging biceps. You felt the wind knock out of you, the words hanging in the air, until you regained yourself. You took another step in and continued.
“Hello there-just me…”
He turned up.
“You weren’t interrupting anything.”
You began to grab your arm. He was so attractive you wanted to shy away-flee away like Snow White from the Prince. But you forced yourself there.
“I don’t think we’ve introduced each other since…since that night. I’m Y/N. Jed’s sister. I help look after Danny.”
He looked up, eyes meeting yours.
“I just wanted to…to…thank you. For what you did.”
He gave you a smile.
“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”
You gave him your name.
“Lovely. I’m Thomas-Thomas Quince.”
“Do you need anything?”
“No- I’m fine for now.”
“Let us know, okay Thomas?”
“I will, Y/N.”
You could have come at how he said your name, but you held yourself together.
“Okay, have a good night, Thomas.”
“You too, Y/N.”
 Then you closed the door. But you realized you were still smiling, feeling very warm and tingly. Without question, this was a better ending to the night.
There was going to be another of Roper’s male colleagues coming over to stay with you. But he didn’t have a history of saying gross things to you. Not even with his wife, Lucia, and kid traveling with him. Juan or “Apo” was joining you with his wife and their teenage daughter, Elena.
Their car arrived the next day. You were squinting from the Spanish sun. Roper smiled as all of you waited just outside the penthouse when the driver opened the door. Out popped Apo, Lucia, and Elena. The group was all smiles and handshakes and hugs with Roper.
That is, except Elena. Her eyes were big, and she wore a shining, diamond necklace over her Chanel dress, but she didn’t smile. She was slumped as she stood. When Roper hugged her in greeting, she froze, only patting his back stiffly out of politeness. She seemed to shrink within herself. Even when Danny went up and said hi, showing off his new book about ocean creatures, she only nodded in response.
Roper put his hands on his hips, keeping a toothy grin at her.
“Ah! Well-I bet you’re sick of annoying little boys already, Elena! But don’t worry-you’re a big girl now! And you can join the big girls-like Y/N, here!” he said, with a grand sweep towards you.
As housekeepers hauled their luggage inside, Elena turned to her dad.
“Papi…can I go walk, please? I’d like to explore the city,” she asked.
Apo turned to her, reeling off praise to her.
“Oh! My little girl! Already so adventurous! Here-don’t go alone. Have this…this…Y/N! Walk with my Elena, will you?” he offered.
“Oh, sure thing!” you replied.
Though you hadn’t really talked to her, it would be a nice change from staying by the house all day. And she looked like she could get out. Something was up and her father was oblivious to it.
Both of you walked about. It was the late afternoon melting into the early evening. You walked through tall buildings with laundry wires across the streets over your heads. They sloped down the hill as people walked about. Though the sun was still bright, there were more shadows across the town.
“How was traveling?” you asked.
“Okay… great even,” Elena answered.
Then there were the sounds of bells chiming the hour. You noticed a palm tree and a few restaurants.
“Are you hungry? There’s a stand for some street food. My treat.” you offered.
“I’m fine,” Elena replied.
She gestured to her necklace.
"Would you like to have this?" she asked. She dangled it in her hand, not caring if some bold pickpocket eyed it.
"Uh, no thanks-but thanks for offering!" you replied.
She turned skittishly around. Her head full of long, black hair moving with her. You paused.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
She turned to you and this time; she didn’t answer the question.
“There’s a cathedral here…I know it’s the next block over-can we go?” she asked.
“Sure thing!”
It then struck you that you were going about without guards. If she noticed a pickpocket or a stalker, you were the only one guarding her. But you walked over to where the bells chimed to enter the large cathedral.
Walking over with her, you turned and walked inside. It was infinitely cooler in the cathedral than outside. You were used to air conditioning, so the summer trips had been brutal here. You let out a sigh of releif. You did admire the elaborate paintings and design of the cathedral- its dome over your head, the numerous statuettes of saints, the golden crucifixes. And all in a building that was older than America! They definitely didn’t make most churches as pretty as this back home! Tourists wandered to snap pictures. Locals were in the pew, praying. Elena walked forward, her feet turning into stumbling. You saw she was shaking all over-as if her strength was sapping out of her. She gripped onto the pew, sitting down. Then she knelt and gripped her hands in prayer.
You went down and joined her.
“What is it, Elena?” you asked. You made sure to keep your voice low. The place made a lot of echoes from the high ceilings.
“Nothing.”
“You don’t have to lie to me. Something is up. You’re upset. Your dad is blind to it. But he isn’t here- you can tell me. Anything.”
She looked around again. Checking each person around her. Then she turned to you.
“Is no one watching us?” she asked.
“No. No one is. Not even Corky and he creeps around everywhere. Just you and me. I don’t care how messed up it is- I won’t judge.”
She began to blink tears, and then leaned her head down, beginning to cry.
“Elena…did something happen?” you asked.
She began to blubber out.
“I’m…so grateful for cathedrals. They’re peaceful. They’re quiet. Anyone can have sanctuary there….”
She turned to you.
“Sanctuary? From what? Are you in danger? Is someone threatening you?” you prodded.
“I want...I want…I want the pain to stop…I’m a burden to everyone…I’m the reason people are dead…” she confessed.
“What do you mean?” you gasped. You immediately grabbed her hand. You had an idea and it chilled you, but you asked it.
“Are you…thinking of ending your own life?”
“Yes.”
A sick, horrible feeling swept through you. Chills, dread, terror. But you prodded further. No matter how uncomfortable, it was the right thing to keep talking to her.
“Do you have a plan how?”
“Hang myself. And I was going to do it on my birthday party. Snuck out the party to my room. They wouldn’t care- it’s like it’d be better without me. Too busy congratulating each other and being fancy. I would do it- Hang myself right there…”
“Elena….oh my god…oh god….” You muttered in shock, your hand never leaving hers.
“Elena…thank you for telling me. I know things always seem bleak- it’s hard to realize that there are options out there when you feel that way…”
“Options? I was born into this family! I didn’t choose it!”
She turned to you; her voice lower. So, no one could overhear.
 You know what my dad does? He defends Roper. We’re rich. Because of Roper…Roper and his…his-his-his…acts!”
“Acts?” you repeated.
You knew Roper was head of Ironclast. That the immense money didn’t come from nowhere. But you had to find out further. She turned to you, her eyes brimming, tears falling.
“Dad’s rich protecting him. So, Roper can’t ever be caught. Roper sells bombs. And you know what he does? Drops them on villages- his own personal bombs. He treats people like toys. Cities. Full of innocent people. And anyone who opposes him or his friends or tells them no? They die. That’s why I’m even here-innocent people who are dead!”
She let in a shaky breath.
“Do you know…do you know Freddie Hamid? Did he ever appear here at Roper’s party?” she asked.
“No, I don’t. He never showed up.”
“He’s a friend of Roper’s. He’d appear with Papi and at the parties…. Freddie beats up women. And he’s a murderer.”
“A murderer?!” you hissed quietly.
Elena nodded.
“He had -a mistress. Sophie. I met her every time she came over. She…was nice. She let me pet her dog. She’d talk to me like no one ever did- like I wasn’t a princess. Like I was a person. I wanted to…to…to be like her. And there’d be bruises. On her arms. On her face. She’d say she’d fall. But it was clear-I knew it was Freddie. I knew it! But no one would believe me.  And do you know what happened to her? Sophie was Found murdered in her hotel!”
You felt a horrified chill over your body as you spoke “And Freddie or Roper killed her?”
“At least sent their men to do the job. She must have stepped out of line. That’s what happens here-you step out of line. You’re dead. I was dead anyway…and you know what-she’s just one of many.”
You swallowed. Part of your stomach got sick. But you kept listening. You put your other hand on hers.
“I was dead anyway. I thought it’d be better…die rather than get killed. Then…I left the party and ran to a cathedral instead…”
You realized there were tears in your eyes too.
“I’m glad you did, I’m glad you did, Elena…I’m glad you’re here…talking to me…”
She released one hand of hers, touching her necklace.
“You see this shit necklace? I see it and just see more dead Sophie’s-dead people! Papi says it’s the most expensive necklace in the world! And it was paid for with blood money!”
She gripped it like she could rip the necklace to shreds. But she couldn’t-her nails dug into her skin. She looked at you right in the eyes.
“Roper…he is the worst man in the world…and you’ll see that…”
It all hit you-hit all at once. You knew she was telling the truth. There was no matter of denying it. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense.
“You’re right…he is…he’s got my sister in his clutches. She was desperate. She was broke. And she…she has a baby. Mom hates her. Roper gave her an opportunity. Now she’s chained to him. A man old enough to be our dad, too. She doesn’t have a choice to leave him now. I see how unhappy she is on the inside…he is the worst man in the world. “
You smoothed her hair so you could see her face.
“I’m concerned Elena…because I care about you. I’m going to support you- however I can…” you promised.
You took her and hugged her. She let herself cry-relieved. You cried too, for her. For your sister. For yourself. For everything. You held onto her, keeping on shaking. Waiting until she was ready and let go. She turned around, seeing the crowds.
“Could we…could we walk around?” Elena asked.
“Yes…we can stay here as long as you need. I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.”
“But dinner…”
“If you don’t want to eat with Roper, we can get our own dinner,” you said.
She walked about. Elena did go to the confession booth. It wasn’t therapy but it was something. Talking in a private space with someone sworn to secrecy. Elena did talk to plenty of other people. Just talk- nothing more. Not about her emotions. She spoke to an old woman, a priest lighting a candle, and a tourist lady with a pregnant belly. It was probably good to give her space and not overhear when she did. But you never kept her out of your eyesight.
When she finished talking, you got her hands as she sat in the pew again turned to her.
“Elena…when we’re done, I’m buying you a sangria, and tapas, and ice cream. And when we get home, you’re not staying by yourself-you’re with me now. I’m staying by you-“
Elena raised her eyebrows.
“And you don’t have to pretend. You can be with me. I’ll keep you safe. You’re not going to be alone-and you’re going to live.”
You grabbed her shoulders and her eyes became big.
“You’re going to live! And if you even think about doing it-tell me! And we’ll get out of there and do something! We’ll go swimming in the ocean naked! Stuff our faces at some restaurant! Stay at this cathedral! Get fucking plastered and sing karaoke!”
“I don’t…don’t want to live off of blood money…I don’t want to live as some spoiled pet from other’s deaths!”
“But you will live…they keep saying you’re a big girl…and you’re going to have a life without living off of Roper. I could…could…could help you escape.”
“Escape?” she gasped.
“That’s the most expensive necklace in the world. That alone could buy you rent for an apartment of your own. Long enough until you get a job. And you can stop living off money used to kill people! A life all on your own! And…have you thought of getting help? Professional help? I’ll seek it out.”
“No…didn’t consider getting a therapist…but you can’t tell my parents why…”
“I will tell them you need help-that you need a counselor. And you can tell me anything! I’ll sneak you out however I can!”
She blinked. And then, slowly, she smiled. A small, present smile. The first smile you saw on her face.
“It sounds…wonderful.”
You linked her arm in yours.
“Good…we’re friends now. Best friends. And I’m not going to let anyone get you anymore…if you think you’re rebelling, if you think you’re in danger-from Roper or Freddie or yourself…I’m going to help you.”
Indeed, the Sangria, tapas, and ice cream were delicious. You even got her to giggle a litte. Once it was dark, both of you returned back to the house.
“Could you room with me?” she asked.
“Oh, of course!”
“Y/N…Danny got rescued, didn’t he…who did it?”
“Oh- his name’s Thomas!”
“Where is he?” she asked curiously.
“Resting up from his injuries!” you answered.
“Can I meet him?”
“Yeah! Sure!”
You took her to the door to Thomas’s room.
“I got to warn you- he’s really hot, too. Took everything in me not to faint when I saw him!” you whispered.
She made a small smile. You opened the door and there was Thomas, reading a book with a finished tray of dinner on his bed.
“Hello- we have a new guest. This is Elena-Elena, meet Thomas.”
She went over and greeted him. She smiled. Though then she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Part of you was shocked by this sudden intimacy- even boldness from this teenage girl to a grown man. Hopefully, there was nothing concerning! If the man was a pedo, you would gladly kick his ass. But there was no change in his expression.
She moved into your room.  Sleeping in the next bed. As she slept, you poured through her luggage. You got rid of all long things- scarves and whatnot-so no possible nooses. You made sure there were no guns or sharp objects or knives or dangerous medications. Though it made your stomach feel sick and shiver to think of how fragile life was. How so many random little things could end a life. It made you want to vomit and even cry- but you put them all in trash bags and threw them away.
The next two days were a simple pattern. You always stayed by Elena. She would walk out, go to the cathedral, and talk to people. A priest even gave her a blessing. She even ran into the pregnant lady again and they chatted. Then you would walk back. Now that Thomas was walking around, he was hard not to ogle. And you didn’t blame Elena for sometimes going up and talking to him! You made sure there was nothing dangerous- even if she had to go to the bathroom, you joined her. You never left Elena alone. Only if you knew someone would stay by her. You began to research counselors here to immediately get her help and signed her up for one. You told her parents she was troubled, and suicidal-they had the right to know. Just not the reason why. Once a counselor was picked, you both began to research apartments here. Once she was done with school-or even before- she would move out. A poor life made with money on her own was better than one living off of Roper’s corrupt wealth. Elena was always by you- and She didn’t mind having to be the third with Danny.
But you protected both. Yet…how could you protect yourself? There were going to be more events and parties and dinners. And Roper’s men would still leer at you.
You had to tell Roper. He was the Worst Man in the World. You knew that. But no one else could stop the harassment. Knowing Elena was safe with someone, you went up and found Roper. He was on a deck, talking to Andrew. They sat on a little table under a shaded umbrella with cold drinks. For the topic you were about to bring up, it was very pleasant. They turned to you, their low voices stopping.
“Roper- I have to talk to you. Now!” you said.
“Oh, goodie!” he replied dryly.
You stepped up to them, sitting on the extra free chair. You could feel the wind and hear the nearby ocean.
“Roper…I have this problem. Your friends, all the men keep hitting on me. Please….i just need…need some help. I need you to stop them. Really!”
After scratching his grey head, Roper put his hands in his pockets where he sat. He gave a half smile. But you noticed Thomas was still frowning, but something in his face softened.
“Well-the price paid for being a pretty lady here!” Roper laughed.
“I’m serious! It’s uncomfortable!” you prodded.
He put his hands in his pockets, but he kept smiling. He then looked at Thomas and back at you. Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh-you’re lucky. Have a look at Thomas. You see-he’s getting some business done. He’s about to have a very important job with me- joining my circle. Let’s say, a little thank-you gift. He’ll need to be seen at events-parties. Gatherings. The works. But they will think he’s no one…”
“What does that have to do with me?” you asked.
“He’s got to make an impression if he’s going to succeed.  I’m getting him a new suit. A new business card.  A new wallet….and a new woman.”
Your back straightened. Roper began grinning even bigger, like an evil Cheshire cat.
“Do you mean…mean…am I…am I…in an arrangement with Thomas? Like you and Jed?” you asked.
The shock was like an ice cube in your stomach. Even if Thomas was an attractive man, were you going to have to sleep with someone you barely knew?! In fact, this was a step above- a new man in Roper’s circle, only this time it wouldn’t be words, but actions.
“No! No arrangements! I’m not asking you to sign any marriage contract, sweetheart! Just be his date for a few events! Let them think you are his!” Roper said.
You looked over at Thomas again. His own eyes were big. His jaw was slack as if he was just as surprised as you were. And he still didn’t say a word. But he did lean forward.
“Y/N…I won’t force you to do anything…don’t be scared…” he assured you.
 But Roper went on as if congratulating himself.
“But I see. You…. tolerate each other.”
Thomas folded his arms and leaned back into his chair. You saw his adams apple lowering as he swallowed. You had no words but listened. He did keep glancing at you and you at him.
“Y/N, you’re sick of being some sort of…. forbidden fruit, shall we say? Well, when you want to keep the fruit from flies- you make sure it’s taken care of.”
He turned to the handsome rescuer.
“Thomas, you want to keep your business up and running and frankly, I don’t like to see you sit inside and brood all day. Doctor says you’re good to go about now.  So let’s kill two birds with one stone, shall we?” Roper declared.
He then took his hands and placed your on each other. For a second, it did feel like a marriage ceremony.
“Be each other’s dates when we’re in public!
Thomas tightened his jaw and leaned forward in his chair. You nearly jumped up where you sat. Roper went on.
“Tell everyone you’re a couple, now. Go to a few parties and restaurants, hold arms, and smile at each other. Maybe a kiss on the cheek, sometimes! Don’t be scared- Thomas here is a knight in shining armor and he has the libido of a monk, from what I’ve gathered. You both win- Thomas, you will be a social butterfly with a contract and influence and Y/N will keep those nasty little men from drooling at her.”
You hated that he was right. It was a sad truth. Those men wouldn’t respect your word alone. But if you were taken, they’d respect your boyfriend instead. Even a fake one.
“I can tell you- you can make up a reason to break up any time you want!” Roper then finished with a playful, short wiggle of his eyebrows.
You wanted to crawl beneath a rock. Thomas kept calm, the light in his eyes did not deny his surprise.
“Well, what’ll it be? Thomas, I think there’s a bit more freedom for you to say no. But it’s Y/N here who’s a bit more anxious, shall we say. And Y/N could use the protection!”
You looked at each other. Thomas got out another hand and put it over yours in slight protection. They were warm and soft. Already at his touch you felt…safe, for lack of a better word.
“I…I…I don’t see any pros of saying no…” you began.
Roper clapped his hands together and then rubbed them in joy.
“Well, then! We’re going to have a little cocktail reception later today! All for Apo’s family coming in! Your work starts tonight- Only me on your little secret that it’s pretend-deal?”
You glanced at each other. Thomas gave a nod.
“If Y/N’s alright with it, I am.”
“Deal,” you agreed.
“Well then, time to leave the lovebirds alone!” Roper chirruped.
 He got up and turned out with a smile, leaving you alone with Thomas. You heard seagulls cawing and the shadows of the house shifted. Thomas leaned towards you but didn’t let your hands go yet.
“I’m sorry…so sorry, I’ll make it up to you. I bet you’re furious, right now,” he said.
“I’m…I’m actually not. At least not anymore. It doesn’t sound that bad,” you replied.
“But those men-they’ve been bothering you. Keeping you unsafe- haven’t they? I can do something. They don’t have to bother you anymore…” he offered. “It’s the least I can do.”
“And now with you, they won’t.”
He gave you a smile and your insides turned again.
“It’s not that bad. Just go to a few events. Hold arms. And smiles. I bet whatever you’ve done, that’s not the hardest thing you ever had to do,” you wondered.
Thomas looked back out to the sea and your gaze followed his. He let his hands go.
“No, it’s not.”
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ddamnie · 3 months
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okay but can we talk about the fake/pretend relationships au, where people of fontaine are just people with their own beliefs that there are no sudden deaths of the young and pretty, they are definitely taken by the hydro dragon himself, and that’s all cute and funny till the day when neuvi has to reveal himself and he’s kinda scared of their reaction (because people are impulsive and they often act before they have the time to think) so he comes to the second important person of fontaine just to ask him to pretend to be his partner 👀
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Ah, so we’re doing this trope then, huh? Sure would be funny if you two ended up catching feelings in the meantime...
(That’s a joke. I mean, Mio clearly already has XD)
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mastercherry · 1 year
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Let's see if I can do another popular trope.
Fake/pretend relationship? What about this?
Real relationship grows cold but they haven't had a chance to tell their friends and families plus a big event is coming up so they don't want to worry anyone or ruin anything so they agree to keep up appearances until AFTER the big event so they force smiles and hold hands and act like they aren't shaking apart at the seams and then the big event happens and they both have to catch their breath a little bit because WOW you look amazing and then it kinda feels like their first date all over again and they kiss for the first time in a while and it's like everything snaps back into place
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sassypossumm · 2 days
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Shake A Leg, I'm Hungry
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Funny how you're always the last to know when you're in a relationship. At least it would have been nice to have been told that you and Jack were dating.
Just pure fluff, there simply isn't enough Jack Thompson love out here, let me help rectify that! Word Count: 902
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how cold New York is.” You muttered to yourself shaking off your umbrella.
“Y/N, thank goodness you’re here.” Placing your umbrella in the holder next to the door, you turned to see none other than Agent Jack Thompson making a beeline straight for you. Just as you were opening your mouth to respond, Jack grabbed your arm and began tugging you towards his office.
“Really, Agent Thompson, atleast let me remove my hat!” Jack stopped short and with a huff you yanked your arm out of his grasp. He turned to you with an apologetic look and assisted you out of your coat.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, really I am.” Placing your coat on the stand in the corner he gave you another apologetic look over his shoulder.
“What is this all about, Agent Thompson?” You regarded him quizzically as you pulled the pin out of your hat. Jack looked over your shoulder towards the bull-pen and you followed his line of sight were several agents were staring back at you two in interest. “Why are they staring at us?” You whispered reaching out a hand for him to take your hat.
“I promise I’ll explain, in the meantime, please call me Jack.”
“Why on earth,”
“Hey, Thomspon, that the dame you’ve been going on about?” In an instant Jack was at your side cupping your elbow and doing his best to ignore you’re confused expression.
“Agent Weirsby, don’t you have some papers to file.” The agent in question muttered something that sounded like an apology and shuffled off to complete his tasks. Without further explanation Jack steered you through the throng of agents and into his office. As he closed the door you whirled around, folding your arms and pinned him in place with your glare.
“Jack Thompson, you have exactly one minute to explain what on earth is going on.” Running his hand through his hair, Jack looked down to your tapping foot before dragging his eyes up to meet yours. If you were in a more sympathetic mood, your heartstrings might have been pulled by his pitiful expression. When he didn’t say anything you rolled your eyes and made your way to sit in the chair behind his desk. “Alright, Thompson, let’s have it.” Resting your hands on the armrests, you looked up at Jack with narrowed eyes. With a sigh, Jack shoved his hands into his pockets and moved to lean against the desk.
“I’m in a spot, Y/N.”
“Go on.”
“The guys have been giving me, well you know what, over the fact that I’m the last bachelor in the division.” Jack paused to see how you’d react. When you merely stared placidly at him, he continued. “It’s been a nightmare really,” Here he shoved away from the desk and began pacing. “You can’t imagine how many dinners and ‘teas’ I’ve been invited to attend by ‘well meaning’ wives.” Stopping he turned to look at you.
“And by invite you mean, insist that you attend?” You fought to supress a smile, trying your hardest to be sympathetic. Jack groaned.
“If I have to attend one more function where some woman is foisted on me, I’ll lose my mind, Y/N.” Rushing back to the desk, he hopped onto the side next to you, resting his arms on his legs.
“And this involves me, how?” You looked up at him, entirely certain that you were not going to like where this was going.
“To get them off my back, I told them you were my girl.” Clearing his throat, he averted his gaze.
“Well that explains the picture of me on your desk.” You picked up the framed photo of you. It was probably one of the best you’d ever taken. “Where did you get this by the way?” Holding up the picture you looked at Jack curiously.
“Marge.”
“Peggy.” You groaned, placing the photo down. “What do you want from me?” Jack’s eyes darted towards you and you fidgeted under his scrutiny.
“Could you play along for a few minutes?” Cocking your head to the side you gave him a mischevious smile.
“What’s in it for me, Thompson?” Folding his arms, he narrowed his eyes.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Leaning further back in the chair you paused to ponder the question.
“Lunch at the Waldorf.” Jack sputtered.
“The Waldorf?! Do I look like I’m made of money?”
“Next to the Brown Derby, it’s one place in this time I’ve always wanted to go. No skin off my nose though, I’ll just get Howard to take me.” With a shrug, you stood and stepped towards the door. Hanging his head, Jack stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm.
“Fine.” Slowly you turned to look at him.
“Fine?” You bent your head slightly to see if you could meet his eye. Jack glanced up at you through his lashes.
“Lunch at the Waldorf.”
“Today,” With a groan Jack released your arm. Rushing forward you rested at elbow on his shoulder. “Just think about the splash we’ll make, Jack. You the dutiful boyfriend taking your dame out for lunch.” He glanced up at you begrudgingly.
“You make a point.”
“Great.” You flashed him a winning smile and gave his shoulder a solid thump. Pulling away you headed towards the door. “Shake a leg, Jack Your girlfriend’s hungry.”
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fandomlovingfreak · 2 years
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Welcome to Hawkins (1/?)
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
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Rating: SFW (no lemon)
Includes: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe where Eddie & reader are around 24 (it’s still 1986 though) and Eddie isn’t from Hawkins, Fake/pretend relationship, begging to go along with a crazy plan, best friends, the proposal AU (loosely based!)
Word Count: 943
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Summary: When you slip up and tell your mom you'd be bringing your "serious boyfriend" home for your week-long family reunion, who else would you turn to but your best friend, Eddie?
AU that's loosely based on "the proposal"  (aka I rewatched and am obsessed w Eddie Munson rn) Eddie is NOT from Hawkins in this fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie Munson or the Stranger Things universe. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
Notes: No idea how long this is going to be yet! Maybe around 5 chapters. Hope this is interesting! The idea got me out of BAD writers block!
Enjoy
"Please?" The whininess in my voice makes me want to barf. I never beg, especially do I never beg my best friend, Eddie. But what choice did I have?
"No, (y/n). That would be too weird." He's moved across his small apartment, putting distance between us as he pretends to look through his record collection.
"Please! I swear I won't ask you for anything ever again!"
Despite his obvious agitation, Eddie chuckles, "Yeah, I believe that."
"I promise you! Just one week back in my hometown, so my parents get off my back. I'll--" I try to think of something I can do to convince him to come home with me and pretend to be my serious boyfriend, "Buy you that jacket you've been saving up for from Duke's."
This catches his attention. The long-haired man looks up from his records, "The black leather one?"
"Yes! I'll buy it the moment we get back from Hawkins."
Eddie looks back at the record he's holding, running his finger across the edge of the jacket as he contemplates what I'm proposing. "What would I need to do besides show up?"
Damnit, I knew he'd want the full details of everything I'm asking him to do... "Well, besides spending time with my parents and extended family--? Um..." I hesitate, "There's a family reunion at my Gam Gam's house--"
Eddie snorts, a wide smile spreading across his face, "Gam Gam?"
Rolling my eyes, I say, "Yes, Gam Gam. That's another thing you'll have to do. Use my stupid pet names for my grandma."
"I can manage that. Is there anything else you're not telling me? I don't want to get there and be blindsided by your crazy family expecting your," he makes air quotes with his free hand, "serious boyfriend to propose. I'm not marrying you so you can escape your prying family's interest in your love life." 
I know he's joking around with me, but talking about this with him is still embarrassing. We've been close ever since I moved to the cities and met him at one of his band, Corroded Coffin's gigs. That's why I had gone to him first when I panicked and told my mom over the phone I was bringing my secret boyfriend I'd been dating for the past year to my visit back to Hawkins. If I had to pretend to date someone, it made sense to choose the one person I felt the closest to.
"Shut up; I'm not asking you to propose, Eddie Munson. But, you could... I mean, it wouldn't hurt if you dressed a little more midwestern Suburban..."
"Hell no," his face turns icy at the mention of changing anything about his appearance. 
"I'm not asking you to cut your hair or anything! Just maybe wear a nice button-down and pants without rips in the knees."
Eddie pulls a face, "You're really abusing our friendship, asking me to dress like I have a mortgage and a divorce."
God, he was so dramatic. "It's one week! And then you can come back here and wear your nice new leather jacket!" I tack on his reward, hoping it will distract him from my requests.
"Do I have to kiss you in front of people?" He suddenly asks.
"What?" I squeak out, "No, of course not!"
That stupid shit-eating grin pulls at his lips again, "You don't think it would be weird if your long-term boyfriend didn't kiss you at all? I mean, even I would find that weird."
I hate to admit it, but he's got a point. My parents, especially my mother, would find it weird if I completely avoided being affectionate with the guy I was supposedly dating.
Scrunching up my nose, I concede, "Fine. But nothing more than a chaste kiss once and a while.
"Lucky me," Eddie says dramatically.
"You're such an asshole..."
"Hey, you're the one who wants to fake date me. I tried to dissuade you."
Rolling my eyes again, I change the subject, "Do you even have any nice clothing you can pack."
Eddie's expression sours again, "My clothes are nice. Are you sure your parents wouldn't be thrilled for their little girl to be dating a wannabe rockstar?"
"It is every parent's dream," I get up from his couch, "For real, though. Do you have anything besides ripped jeans and band t-shirts?"
"Do I look like someone who owns a tie (y/n)?"
"Do you even know how to tie a tie?" I say with an innocent tilt of my head. 
He laughs, "touché."
"And I don't trust you to buy appropriate clothing--"
"Smart."
"So..." I bite the inside of my cheek, "I'll foot the bill for that as well."
"I've always wanted a Sugar Mama," he grins, thinking himself so clever.
"Another condition, Munson."
"Yes, dear?" He replies in a sugary-sweet 'tv-sweetheart' voice.
"Cut the attitude. My dad hates smartasses."
Saying this only makes Eddie's grin grow, "What's a family reunion without a little drama between your girlfriend's dad and yourself?"
Hearing him refer to me as 'his girlfriend' sends a little unexpected thrill through my body, "My god. You're going to make me regret this, aren't you?"
Eddie scoffs, "Do you see this shirt, (y/n)? It's made of boyfriend material. You have nothing to be worried about."
"This shirt?" I tug at the front of his Metallica shirt, "Definitely not. But the nice ones I buy from The GAP will be."
He pulls a face, "The GAP? Are you sure you don't hate me?"
I laugh, "We'll see by the end of next week, won't we?"
Eddie groans, "Forget you regretting this. I'm clearly the loser in this affair."
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foresttoffee · 5 months
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Pretend For Me
Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley Word Count: 50k Rating: E Link: -> Read Fic ->
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Crowley was still as stone beside him. His ears were cherry-red. “So...if we pretend we’re in a relationship, we’ll be safe.” “I believe so.” “And that would, that would involve, what?” he spoke hesitantly, softly. “Holding your hand, telling you that you mean a lot to me, kissing you for them to see?” Two great hands were constricting Aziraphale’s lungs. He fought back an undignified wheeze. “Yes, I think so.” “I can do that,” he croaked. ~ In a panic, Aziraphale tells the archangels he survived hellfire due to his soul mixing with Crowley's because they're in a romantic and sexual relationship. They want him to prove it. Cue a fake relationship.
Sequel/Companion Fic: In Plain Sight
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witchofthesouls · 1 year
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More on Cyber June and kids being war trophies / fae captives by Smokey and "Orion" ? 🙏
(So much misunderstandings, culture clashes, and weirdness from Other!heritage.)
It’s found out that June and none of the children have T-cogs after a medic at the trading outpost examined them, which explains why June wasn’t able to transform into a default alt-mode, couldn’t scan for a mode, and the lack of vehicular traits and kibble on her new frame.  
She can’t hide the sudden panic when the medic simply opens up her abdominal cavity and just sticks her hands inside. The only reason why she hasn’t bolted away is the fact that the med-berth immediately connects into a mecha’s systems and keeps them still.
Of course, the kids feel it and immediately start panicking as well. 
This is the start of the pretend relationship between Optimus and June since he’s trying to wrangle three terrified sparklings, be a translator between June and the medic, and attempt to add more context for June on actions that should be innate to a Cybertronian while playing as the supportive Conjunx on his spouse’s check-up because only family is allowed in private spaces.
Some of the local sparklings get very interested in the newest additions to the community really fast. They had never seen someone like June’s armor: robe-like and how it moves like cloth rather than solid armature. Plus, they’re quite enamored by how predatory species seem fond of Jack, Miko’s agility in the ponds and rivers, and Raf’s rock-eating habits. As well as Smokescreen’s shadow puppets.
The phrases: Got’chu! and Can we keep this? fills the adults with apprehension (Optimus), excitement (Smokescreen), and fondness (June).
Optimus is wary of the wildlife as warned by their host. Plus, he has very vague impressions of danger that not even the Matrix could suppress from Orion Pax's sparkling days.
Smokescreen thinks it's an absolute hoot that Responsible Jack is the one to venture away and drag back his loot, especially things he hadn't seen or even heard of. He thinks Jack looks like a proud photovoltaikitten or a fledgling cyberowl showing off to his carrier his hunting efforts.
This doesn’t even phase June. This was Jack’s early childhood, chasing after critters and hauling back wild animals to her lap: owls, crows, lizards, cats, dogs, snakes, and tarantulas to name a few…
Of course, Jack and Miko tried to hide a wild Timbre wolf puppy in the barn.
It’s fascinating to see a toddler gnaw and chomp on materials that either need specific equipment to harvest or would make a medical visit necessary. Not with Raf, though. It’s a dietary supplement.
So many mecha are side-eyeing the rag-tag group. It seems completely far-fetched that the two mechs kitted to Pits and back are willing to leave the third adult in such a… vulnerable state, especially with three little ones running around them. Crosscut, the pathfinder that brought them to such a distant planet, was nipping the more unsavory rumors in the bud. 
“Orion” had built them a cover based on certain truths. Yes, Earth is a planet that’s very far away and has societal structures and cultural practices that are very strange. Hence, why June's weapon systems are inactive/dormant, and why she has no combat training. It’s very unfortunate they had separated from their cohort. A traveling malfunction. Oh, they met by random chance, a hostage situation from terrorists that the 'bots stepped in.
And straight-up lies. Yes, there was a spark at first sight and it grew from there. They're pledged, but not full Conjunx out of pragmatism. The sparklings are very young, in case something happens...
While there are skeptics, most vaguely believe that they’re together since June’s frame accents match the same blue on Optimus’ armor.
There are bets on whether or not the mechs sired those bitties. Mainly Orion with Jack for their similar features and facial expressions. There's some debate if Smokescreen is Miko's parent or her sibling. Seekerkin tend to stick close to one another. Everyone is stumped over Raf…
It still doesn’t stop people from questioning things since June’s armor has connotations, while the overlapping platelets are extremely durable and very flexible, it still gives off a really vulnerable appearance. Something out of a high-class bordello with its cut and style...
Cue Smokescreen balking and Optimus trying to block anyone’s view whenever June takes off the armor of her hands and forearms to feel something properly.
“You’re able to manipulate the connection-link between your protoform and armor, it connects nervecircuits, pressure sites, and sensory-relays as close as possible to actual physical touch.” “I can what now!?”
There's something going on with the newest additions. Some things aren't adding up...
June and the sparklings drop into deep recharge in consistent intervals. It's as if they're operating on a different rhythm compared to everyone else.
It's odd that June is familiar with or has a frame of reference when it comes to cooking, mechanicrops, and domestic mechanimals, while the mechs are either stumped or confused by it.
June struggles with containing her EM field. It's heavy and dense and wants to sprawl everywhere, particularly around the children. She doesn't realize that it can overpower others very easily, especially when very few can match its density. In public, Optimus is the one that has to guide and contain it.
While there are many warnings about venturing into the forests and stepping away from the marked roads and well-treaded pathways, June has little issue with navigating through the tricky and treacherous terrain and seems to always find her way back, no matter the confusion.
Jack has a habit of leaving trinkets at the strangest of places and saying cryptid and/or off-putting things. "The birds told me..."
Miko, tiny she may be as a sparkling, is very much War-Forged and a daughter of the sea: she has a sixth sense for danger and predatory intentions.
There was an incident where the local medic had to administer emergency services for the poison some of the sparklings had eaten. One of them had mistaken the deadly and dark chromium cap for its edible, paler counterpart and mixed it into the group's snacking bag. While Jack received treatment and was watched like a hawk by the adults, he never suffered any negative side effects. Unlike the others, who were vomiting, sweating, and had abdominal pain, Jack was his usual self and he ate the majority of the dark, dusty cap; he misses the rich flavor and hopes he can find more in the forest where Mistrunner got it.
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marta-bee · 2 months
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There's fake relationship, for a case. Fake parenting too, only that part's not so fake after the first thirty seconds or so, and while the relationship stays fake for a while longer, we all know how these things go. Mycroft is a good, if meddling, brother. Lestrade is somehow just as much of a good brother, though his meddling is more of the take-no-BS variety than the deus-ex sort. And as all the best Sherlockian fics must, it ends with bees.
And that's before we even get to the siren's call that is "garridebs." Few Johnlock fans can resist its lure.
Aside from all that, this fic does the less tropey but somehow more commendable (and rare!) work of finding a way to start a John/Sherlock romantic relationship after all the events of the show that still makes sense in light of those events , and at the same time doesn't have this static ending where they've nothing left to accomplish character-wise. Because while our Baker-Street boys have both matured enough for a romantic relationship to make sense, that doesn't mean there's not still room for them to grow into each other. The past shaped them and is addressed, but it doesn't weigh the fic down.
Seriously, go and read the thing.
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sweetsubharry · 2 months
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Do you have any fics where they start fake dating for PR or something and then they fall in love for real ? ❤️❤️
Coming right up!! Here is my fake dating recs! Some of my all time faves are in here :)) tysm for the rec babes! None of these are for PR reasons weirdly enough because I would have thought I'd have that!
The final two here you will need an account for! :)
but he cant be what you need (if he's eighteen) by lingerielarries
“I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.
“It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously.
“It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy.
“Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead.
“Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.”
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the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor.
punk!louis and flowerchild!harry
I Just Want You to Stay by SadaVeniren
“Remember the vet job up in Edinburgh I interviewed for right before your rut?” Louis nodded. “She just called me back. I got the job. I start next year.” Harry let out a shriek as he said the word year and he clapped his hands in delight. “Isn’t that great! Full time vet job! New animals to meet! A new environment!” He settled his eyes back on Louis, who was still standing there in front of him with wide eyes. “Isn’t it great, Lou?”
That seemed to jolt Louis out of his thoughts and he nodded immediately, opening his arms up for Harry to dive into. “Holy shit, yes. Congratulations. Come here,” he wrapped his arms around Harry and cuddled him close, pressing his nose into Harry’s neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered.
aka Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.
Faking It by TheCellarDoor
A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?
Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.
Loving with a Little Twist by hrrytomlinson
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.
Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.
(or a thanksgiving themed fake/pretend relationship au)
Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5 
Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.
Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28
Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.
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geraskierficrecs · 5 months
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The Rake and His Husband Update!
Chapter three is here!
Teaser:
“What do you mean he’s waiting downstairs?” Jaskier hisses at the maid.
Before she can respond, Yennefer is sweeping towards the doors in a flurry of lavender scented silks.  “What else could she mean, darling?” she calls over her shoulder.  “It sounds like you should get dressed–I’ll welcome our guest in the meantime.”
“Yenn!” he shouts, but before he can truly protest, Yennefer is out of the room and heading for the stairs.  
She was surprisingly spry for such a pregnant woman.
Jaskier doesn’t have time to marvel over his closest friend’s ability to sprint when she is interested in something.  The idea of Yennefer being alone in a room with Geralt is almost as terrifying as the idea of Geralt being there at all.  He glances out the window and feels his frown deepen when he spots the aging duchess down the street eyeing the carriage outside with obvious curiosity.  It would be a matter of hours before the entire world knew the Duke of Rivia had visited the de Stael manor.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he chants as he feverishly grabs the first set of morning suits he spots.  
Any other day, he might have taken the time to check the tailoring and lines of the jacket against his torso, but now he barely bothers to confirm everything is buttoned.  The dove gray fabric is cold against his sleep warm skin, but he allows it to aid in the adrenaline to wake him up.  He can’t afford to walk into this without all his wits about him.
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smolvenger · 8 months
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How To Fake Date A Spy Part Two
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Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader Miniseries
Word Count: 6K
Series Summary: You have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...
Part One
Chapter Warnings: Reader being thirsty, but no smut (yet). Discussions of depression and suicidal intentions with the character of Elena with a note of hope and good mental health and comforting fluffy fix-it goodness. But if you or a loved one have legit intentions, please get help and tell someone, 988 is the American hotline number in addition to 911. Some angst at the end. Discussions of domestic abuse.
A/N: Shout out to @muddyorbsblr for hyping me up as I was writing this draft!!! It always motivates me !!! Thanks, Bestie!!! I hope you guys like it!
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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad
Why the hell was this happening? Why the hell did you even agree to do this?
Just a few minutes before the cocktail party hosted by Roper. The first time you and Thomas would be seen as a couple in public. That is, a pretend couple. You have taken at least twelve anxiety trips to the restroom in the last two hours. You still felt like any minute you would shit yourself. You kept redoing bits of your makeup because your hand kept shaking. If there was a wrong step, a wrong move, you wondered if something would explode. If someone would either laugh at you or Roper would frown. Then again, this was The Worst Man In The World we were talking about. A frown would be the least of your worries if he wasn’t happy. And Thomas, what was going through his head? It was too long since you dated-really dated. And your heart was racing out of your chest.
You took another look in the mirror to make sure your cocktail dress was right. What would he even think? You wondered. He was probably repulsed by you- he was forced into this too! Now that Elena was your roommate, she was applying mascara next to you. But you could only stare blankly at your reflection. Overthinking and psyching yourself out as you scanned your appearance again.
“Hey Y/N, what's up?” she asked.
“I’m…I’m just…uh…nervous,” you replied. Nothing fake about that statement.
“Nervous? How come?” She began.
She looked around and then whispered. “Are you…are you in danger….did…”
“No, Roper didn’t threaten anything!“It’s just uh…I hope…I hope tonight just…goes okay,”
“Alright. Whatever you say. It’s just a cocktail party. Another party full of boring guests doing boring fancy things.”
“Well, Elena…today, uh, I gotta tell you something- uh-”
Then there it was. The fateful knock against the door. You jumped and let out a small shout of surprise. Elena looked at you with wide, scared eyes. You saw her hand shake with the mascara tube. But you held her other hand.
Then a soft, British voice was behind. You felt the teenage girl relax. You, however, did not.
“Y/N, I’m here. Ready when you are.”
Taking in a breath, you went to the door and opened up. Though you were delighted to see Thomas. The black eye and nose healed nicely. The bruises didn’t seem too obvious with his tanned skin. The sight of him was dazzling- a crisp blue suit that brought out how his eyes were like the spring sky. He looked down and smiled at you. You couldn’t speak at the sight of him. Excitement mixed with nervousness.
“Are you ready, Y/N?” he asked with a warm smile.
You looked back and saw that Elena tilted her head and squinted at him.
“Are you escorting us?” asked.
“Y/N is my date, but I’ll be glad to walk you over too,” he replied with a shrug.
You might have grown feathers and laid eggs before Elena's eyes. Her jaw fell to the floor. Then she looked at the two of you.
“Your date?!” she cried.
“Yeah….Thomas and I are dating!” you announced matter-of-factly. At least, you hoped it sounded matter-of-fact.
You put on a smile that you hoped wasn't too false looking- small and happy. You leaned in a little closer to him.
"Why....uh....congrats!" Elena replied.
"Yes...I wanted to tell you Elena, but..." you began
You felt your hands twitch and you hoped she wouldn’t notice. Then Thomas stepped forward.
"No, it's alright....come join us, Elena. You’re always welcome with us.”
As Elena walked out beside you two. Both of your clicking heels echoed in the hallway. Her dark hair contrasted with the white of her dress. As she got closer, you could hear the guests chatting. Her mother stepped up and opened an arm. She went up and got her mother’s hand and then walked to the party.
You walked beside Thomas, only giving the odd glance at him. You felt your heart pick up as you got closer. You felt fluttery inside. When Elena and her mother vanished into the party, Thomas leaned in towards you.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“Is water wet?” you replied dryly.
"Take my hand," he instructed.
He splayed out his hand before you- large and smooth. You reached yours, then hesitated before touching him.
“Your hand?" you repeated.
"Take my hand, Y/N. It will make it more believable,” he said.
With a deep breath, you took his hand. It still felt warm, warm from the sun that shone on his skin. His own large hand was soft on you again. With his free hand, he touched your chin, his thumb going to the corners of your mouth. It felt as intimate as a kiss on your thigh. You felt yourself take a breath so deep, you got a little dizzy. Then you went up to him. Suddenly, though there was a whole party of people, it felt like you two were the only ones on earth. Though you had more presentation of calm, his voice was doing nothing for your racing heart.
“Now…we have to smile. Just relax. It’ll be easier than you think,” he advised.
You unclenched your jaw at him. Under the graze of his thumb, you felt the corners of your lips twitch up.
“There…there it is,” he said, with a smile that matched yours.
Then use that…like method acting. Y/N you thought.
So then you both walked on and entered holding hands. It was another large group with cocktails in wide glasses and thin stems. Full of light laughter like wind chimes on a summer day. It was thick with every cologne and perfume you could name. There were bright flowers and green, leafy plants everywhere. Waiters in suits walked around serving drinks and hors devours. You felt Thomas squeeze your hand and you walked with a smile.
Just stay by him and hold his hand and smile. It had been too long- why didn't you notice what it was couples did? Your sister draped her arm around Roper's all the time. Caro would give kisses on Sandy's cheek and then his lips.
Yet when you entered, eyes went forward in greedy curiosity. You were recognized. And so was the new man-Danny’s savior. You saw their acknowledgment. The big eyes. The frozen smiles. Some noticed you and then immediately turned to their circle. Then those people turned heads. You couldn't hear a word but you knew they were talking about you.
But best of all were the men’s reactions. When your gross potential suitors turned to you, they saw your hand firmly in Thomas’s. And there were frowns on all of their faces. Then a nod when their eyes met Thomas's. He would nod back. The man who bested them. The man who beat them. Now, for once, you could be at a party of Roper’s and relax.
Well, not entirely. Elena was still with her family. And you made sure that you at least stayed by her side. You wouldn't leave her alone. The thought of what almost happened at her birthday party... made you want to be sick and disturbed you so much that it chilled your body and made you tense. So you kept an eye on her at the bare minimum. Though it seemed by now, she was sitting by Danny as he showed her his books.
"Wouldn't you like something to drink, darling?" Thomas asked, his voice putting a bit more weight on darling.
"I would love a drink" You nodded.
Both of you walked up to the bar. There was already a guy right by you. The guy from the last party who asked about your book- you could feel his green eyes on you and already smell the hair gel on his platinum blonde comb-over. You could see him get ready with a way to hit on you as he sat. But then his eyes turned up to see the intimidating Six Foot Two barricade to get to your panties. The guy shrunk into himself and then turned away promptly. You had to smirk. You knew he wanted to date you. But now it looked like the only date That Asshole would get tonight would be with his right hand.
"Could the lady have a martini, please?" Thomas asked the bartender. The old man nodded and handed you one. Thomas leaned there to watch the bartender make the drink.
Right as you turned, another familiar man from the other day swung by. Mr. Jacobson. He had been pretty persistent and determined last time. Though your body flinched as if ready for a fight, you made yourself still. Part of you didn’t shoo him away because you knew it was going to be entertaining to watch him try tonight.
You saw Thomas turning to watch you two.
"Hey there, Y/N, you look gorgeous again," Mr. Jacobson said, picking at a toothpick between his teeth with the sensual appeal of a patient at the dentist.
You opened your mouth to speak. To say something. A fruitless refusal. It was in your habit to. Then your fake boyfriend arrived. You felt Thomas’s arm reach across your shoulders. A protective half-hug. You could feel the muscles from how well fitted his suit was and you felt your breath flutter in your lungs. Looking up, Thomas gave the man an icy glare.
"I know she does."
The pure threat of it. If you had to be honest, the low growl in his voice…did something to you. You felt yourself clench your legs. Your breath was shallow and sharp You...liked it. Yes, it wasn't the most progressive thing to be a damsel in distress. But with this fine specimen in blue rescuing you, you were not going to complain.
Mr. Jacobson jumped and his face turned pale. He put his arms up.
"Oh, my bad! My bad! I thought she was...single, you know."
"No, she's not," Thomas said flatly. His glare continued right into the eyes of Mr. Jacobson.
“I am so sorry, man. So sorry, I swear…won’t happen! Won’t happen again!” he begged.
"It won't," Thomas replied firmly.
The guy fluttered away to the other end of the room. You looked up and smiled.
"Thank you, Thomas,"
“Y/N!” you heard Jed from across the room. Already in her light blue summery dress. The flowing skirt made her seem like a mermaid as she walked up. Then she widened her eyes at you.
You turned around and went over to give her a hug.
“You look lovely!” she said.
“Oh Jed, stop! You look gorgeous too!” you shook.
“Oh, don’t say that and…is that…is that Thomas!?” she asked.
You turned over. Thomas went up to her and shook her hand.
“Yes…” You turned to her. Trying to ignore how dry your mouth was with the phrase.
“Jed, Thomas, and I are dating now!” you announced. You followed it by sipping your martini.
Her jaw dropped, but she let a smile on her dazzling face and hugged you.
“Oh my god…that’s wonderful! Y/N! Oh, you should have told me the second it happened!”
"We wanted to be private...until we were certain we were on the same page," you lied through your teeth mid-hug.
Then she dropped to a frown and her eyes hardened. She let go of the hug and crossed her long arms.
“My sister is a sweetheart. And you will treat her well. You got it?”
You were surprised, but you took it.
“Yes, miss," Thomas replied.
“I will fight you if you do anything to hurt you,” she added.
“I understand…and I won’t do anything, Jed. I'll treat her well. Promise," he swore.
“Thank you…”
You sighed. Jed was right- he was decent. As dinner arrived, you both sat next to Elena and her parents. You were glad for her being a third wheel. She spoke to you and smiled. You even made jokes with each other. Both you and Thomas were aware of holding each other's hands whenever possible. But it didn't feel too different from just eating next to him anytime. He did flash you a smile and you found yourself smiling back. On instinct.
But…you couldn’t get this too complicated quickly. No, you read enough Romance novels to know where this kind of shit led up to. It wasn't right. You didn't like this...romance was in stories and fiction. Not in the real world. In the real world, where too many men, men like Roper, were just there to assert power and squash the women beneath them to prove a point. You couldn't risk that. Couldn't risk anything. Just enjoy a fleeting fantasy. A pretense. Like being an actor on the stage.
After dinner, he led you out to the balcony. There were a couple of other people out there smoking cigarettes and admiring the view of the city and the ocean at night. Then they began to walk off. You both were left alone. So you squared your voice.
"Thomas, promise me this thing. Don't get any emotions. Because I won't. Let's not get too attached to each other during this. The last thing I need is to actually believe our little game with Roper.”
He leaned over the balcony. A light breeze from the night drifted onto you both.
“What emotions should be involved?” he asked.
You felt yourself cross your arms. Your jaw hung open, but no words formed immediately.
“Um...Just....friendship I guess, nothing more," you answered.
He nodded with a small smile.
"If that is what makes you safe, then I won't mind," he assured you.
You put your forearms on the balcony. You looked out at the moonlight as its reflection still shimmered over the gentle rustling of the sea.
"You’re quite the gentleman," you acknowledged.
“I tried. I saw how uncomfortable they made you, Y/N. I feel sorry you have to go through that… You don’t deserve to feel unsafe," he said.
"Thank you....Thomas, Maybe I should return the favor…Is there anything I can help you with, Thomas?" you asked, turning to him.
He looked at you. Then he licked his lips and took in a breath, ready to say his boon.
"Not really, just this one thing..." he began.
“What is it?”
"If they're going to believe we're a couple...we have to know things about each other. That’s what couples do. They might test us. Especially when we’re alone. That's what couples do.”
You tilted your head.
"Have you been in relationships before?" you asked curiously.
He nodded.
"Married briefly, then we divorced. We were both young-too young to understand what marriage meant. And...there was a woman once but...it didn't work out," he answered.
You heard the wind whistle in your ear.
"Even with those- you learn things about each other. I could tell you my ex-wife liked to paint. Jed could tell you what Roper's favorite color is if you asked her," he pointed out. "You know...hobbies. Foods. Favorite colors. What are yours, Y/N?"
You blinked. Then opening your mouth, you began your answers. “Well, for one, I like to read. I bring books in my purses in case events get dull. Jed would tease me about it. I have her and our mom…but things are complicated right now...”
It felt like some icebreaker activity on the first day of school. But he smiled warmly, nodding. You described what you liked to do. Your favorite foods you couldn't resist. And the colors that you liked the most. Thomas relaxed to a smile and nodded.
"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.
You drummed your fingers on the balcony.
"Do you have hobbies, Thomas?" you asked.
He nodded.
"Yes. I like to read, too. I collect books," he answered. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.
"Ooo, and your family?"
"Father died. Then my mum. Never had a real family. Just foster homes."
You looked down to the ground.
"Oh...I'm sorry..."
He then took out his hand. He touched your chin, lifting it gently to look at him. He only shrugged with a calm expression on his face.
"Don't be...I only got to have many families. I was with a family who spoke Arabic. Another spoke German. I learned their languages, too."
"Cool! Do you know a phrase you can teach me?" you asked.
He nodded. He looked around, then his eyes met yours again.
"Easily-here's a German one. Die Sterne sind heute Nacht hell."
"And that means..."
He removed a hand from his pocket and pointed at the sky.
"The stars are bright tonight..."
Both of you looked up-an expanse of stars glowed above you. They were so bright they glistened down. Their own light gave his skin a more silver glow to him. You saw he smiled and his shoulders relaxed. He looked beautiful, looking up, admiring the sky.
“Yes…they’re very pretty,” you said.
There was a knock on the glass door and you turned and saw Jed. She signaled to you that the guests were heading out and you had to say your goodbyes. You both flashed a "couple" smile and a brief, half "couple" hug. Especially with her eyes on the both of you. As you headed back inside, she turned to you.
“Well, first you had Danny, now you have Elena, and now Thomas! It’s like you hardly see me!” she teased.
“Oh, by all means- join us in our room, we could get a sleeping bag for you! And don’t pretend you don’t have your own man too.”
She smirked, then gave you a kiss on the side of her head. But as you looked back, Thomas was still admiring the sky.
The next morning, you woke up in your room to the sounds of birds. You listened to Elena snore in the bed next to you. She went on her stomach, and her dark hair splayed across the pillow. It was like the snore of a puppy and it was pretty cute, you had to admit.
She was resting. She was sleeping. She was alive-her inhales and exhales signaled by his body rising and falling softly.
When you went over to her counter, you took note of something you hadn't noticed- prescription bottles. Looking at them, you saw her counselor prescribed her anti-depressants yesterday. You smiled. It did look like she was going to have to take one in the morning. You'd have to remind her. Normally, you’d get water or coffee, but you made a promise not to leave her alone. You would honor it. Just in case she woke up. But as you sat by in the room, you turned your head to the window to look outside. Dear God, You were glad you looked.
Outside, you saw none other than your fake boyfriend, Thomas, running on the beach in dark shorts. No shoes. And no shirt.
You felt the corners of your lips tug up as if a smile was brewing. You felt your eyes glaze over his muscled abdominals- he was lean but you could count the six packs on his ripped stomach. His pectorals bounced with the force of his jogging. All of a sudden, you understood heterosexual men a lot more. He was delicious. His determined eyes shot forward like nothing on earth was going to stop him from getting to the other side of that beach. And that was alluring, to put it mildly. You could have squealed and pressed your face to the window like a fangirl, but stayed put. Savoring each inch of him. From his short hair to the trail of hair on his lower stomach leading you to the center of sin. His muscled arms with bulging biceps moved with each turn of his shoulder per step. You found yourself creeping to a corner. So he wouldn't see. So you could indulge yourself. Oogle him. Even lust after him. He was getting very sweaty and you could feel his breathing with how hard he ran. Then you would be blessed with imagining him taking a shower.
You were tempted for a second to wake up Elena so she could see him too and drool over him. But honestly, it went in a second because you could not take your eyes off of him.
“Holy shit” was the only phrase in your head as you watched him continue to run on. Even seeing how his sweat was hinted at by the glow of the rising sun. His trail grazed the ocean and the water splashed from his running. And his feet weren't the only thing starting to get damp.
You felt warm and tingly as he ran by. Your pussy was beginning to....feel things you hadn't felt in a long while. Then he was gone. You had a good look at his perfect, peachy behind and the back of his muscular thighs in the shorts and then he went on his way.
You swallowed. Pacing the floor, you shook your hands as if to shake the lust from your body. You were a lot more thrilled you had to be a pretend girlfriend to him. All the man on earth and it was him you got to hold hands and sit next to! Any other girl could have him. It was a miracle he didn't have a hundred lovers at this point- but he was yours! All yours!
No-NO! A more rational part of your brain yelled.
Yes, he's hot. But it's fake. Don't let your feelings get involved. He's a nice man. He’s got an amazing body. But he's still a man. Yes, he's hot, but it's fake, Y/N, you reminded yourself that morning.
It's fake, it's fake, it's fake.
That morning at breakfast, you could smell that Thomas had taken a shower. Elena stood by you when he greeted you. He used a soap scented with citrus. God, the fantasy of him taking a shower was screaming in your impulsive thoughts now. He went up to you and smiled. In Boyfriend ™ mode, he gave you a half-hug.
“How are you, darling?” he asked.
“I’m alright. Starving.”
“Then let’s get you something to eat then,” he said as the chef wheeled in omelets and toast for everybody.
You looked over around the table. Then a sight caught you that hit you like a brick.
Sandy and Caro had hired a nanny- a gorgeous young woman hired to look after Sady and Caro's two little boys. But Sandy sat next to the beautiful woman and smiled at her. Not in a way that felt appropriate.
“Why, don’t you look beautiful this morning!? Did you wake up like this?” he asked the lady.
“Oh…yes! Yes, I did,” she replied flirtatiously.
Wait a minute, you thought. How long has she been here? When you counted the weeks, you realized that there was a correlation between Sandy stopping his flirting with you when she first arrived. No coincidence. Your mind spiraled further.
The woman knew he was a married man. It was not stopping her.
Whipping your eyes to the side you saw Caro blink. Her face went pale. Then red. Then pale again. Their boys complained bout wanting pancakes and she would tell the chef to make some batter for them. But Caro didn't eat the rest of her food.
You felt suddenly sick. You gripped your fork in your hand.
“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Thomas asked, his jaw tight but his voice earnest.
“I…I, uh, we’ll talk later. Not right now,” you said.
Thomas was there, he slipped a hand to hold yours as you ate.
The next day, you took Elena to visit the church before getting some lunch somewhere. It was a blazing day and you were grateful for the coolness of the cathedral. A sanctuary in many ways. The heat. And for Elena. Both of you sat down. You saw her make the sign of the cross and half kneel before sitting at a pew. She was right- this was a safe place. And maybe if Roper was the devil, then he couldn't touch you here. Neither of you.
"How is therapy going?" you asked.
"It's...it's good. Very good. I never listened to someone...as kind as her...I never felt so...so safe. No guards. No Papi. Nothing. She told me all sorts of things. I cry almost the whole time. But she…she listens to me. She believes me. She tells me every feeling and part of life is only temporary and the bad feelings and bad parts eventually go away…"
"That's good. I'm glad. And the apartment search? Have you picked a city?"
"I'd like to live here. It's not too far but far enough. I'm looking at applications...And you- how are you and Thomas?"
"We're...we're good, thank you."
"Just good? How did you two meet?" she asked.
"Well...he rescued Danny. Roper brought him to recover. Got to talk to him a lot. Then he asked me out." So far, so good. You just prayed he would say the same if someone asked him.
"Does he kiss you?"
"Yes," you lied.
"I don't see it. I see your sister kiss Roper all the time."
"Thomas...it's the British in him. Stiff upper lip. He's not the PDA type outside of hands and hugging. That might be pushing it....he kissed me the other night under the stars at the party." you added with a smile. Your memory flashed to Thomas staring up at the sky.
"Huh...nice...but Y/N...I’ve been scared..."
She blinked.
"Will Roper...catch me? Will he...kill me? He's not beneath it. I know he is."
"Why would Roper want to kill the daughter of his lawyer? He'd turn his own ally against him?"
Her jaw tightened.
"He'll see...that I'm not happy...he knows I know the truth about him…"
“Then why hasn’t he done it yet?” you asked.
“I…I don’t know…but I want to get out now!"
"Then..." you turned around.
"Then that means, if you're not happy draining his wealth, then we'll get out of here. Just bear it-be patient, Elena. We have to find you an apartment first...and then we go through the application process."
Her eyes shined.
"Anywhere is better than at Roper''s."
"Okay...we'll take some time here. You can go to the confessional if you want. Whenever you're ready...let's find a place that's leasing. Ask them some questions. See what you might like.”
Elena nodded. After a bit, you saw her go off and have a chat with the other people around the cathedral. Old women kissing their cross necklaces. Tourists taking photos on their phones. Funny...that was the same pregnant tourist she talked to on the first day! Maybe a pregnant Catholic tourist. She went back to you and you gave her a smile as you both stood up and walked down the halls to the door.
You commented "One thing to remember about yourself Elena- you're a good person. You make friends with everyone- no wonder that lady keeps coming back to you! People like you!"
She sighed and her shoulders sagged.
“What is it?”
"Y/N…I feel sometimes I’m…I’m yelling for help to get out, but at my parents, at Roper’s…it’s like no one can hear me. I should be happy. But I’m not…I'm just...just a whining, weak little rich girl..."
Tears were in the ducts of her eyes.
"No, Elena. Don’t discredit yourself. You are going through a hard time. Something happened to you to make you think there was no getting better. And that poor girl may think she has no other escape...but there is...there always is…and you are not alone...”
You turned to her, gripping her shoulders.
“Deaths’ a permanent solution to a temporary problem. You have to remember that. Your problems are real…so are mine! But they are temporary!”
You swallowed, your voice broke with your words yet you spoke on. But you saw Eelena smile despite her sobs.
“You’re already seeking help. And getting therapy and talking. And we’re getting you a new place. Even if it takes a while, you’re going to get out of Roper’s grasp and never look back, and never have to live off of blood money again!! Neither of us will!"
You were crying too.
"I promise you. We will get you to escape. We'll find something- I will do whatever it takes. That little rich girl isn't whiny or weak...she's a brave young woman who looked at death right in its eye and when she was going to cross….she chose life instead. She did the right thing. She's a hero who saved herself and she deserves to be happy."
Crying, she hugged you deeply.
“Oh, Y/N! Thank you! T-thank you-u-u,” she replied, her own voice breaking with tears. But it felt nice. Freeing. Crying released the tension between the two of you. “You’re a strong woman, Elena. I’m proud of you-just for living. Just for surviving.”
After lunch, both of you toured apartments around. Elena lit up and smiled with each bare corner and wall you both saw. As you returned, it was a lazy evening. You were enjoying your reading while lounging at the pool. You saw Thomas walk around and saw Elena chatting with him. Part of you was tempted to be jealous or concerned. But it was alright. There seemed nothing inappropriate between them. Let her make another friend. But Caro only sat by the edge dipping her bare feet in the water. Her face was despondent. Staring at nothing.
There was a dinner the next day. It was no party (Corky was grateful- guests were a lot to keep track of). But it was nice as always. Nice with lobsters for everyone and large glasses of wine for each person. You saw Corky was already on his third one as he dug into his crab cakes and spuds. You had to grin. At least he was off your back when he had a few.
But Jonathan was handsome as ever. In just a dark suit and white shirt, he still appeared like a Greek god in the flesh. Whenever he smiled at you, it was like you had swallowed a bird and it was flying around in your stomach.
"Is there any...dessert you'd like to split?" he'd ask.
"Yes, uhm...how about...uh- a slice of cake- sweetie," you said, adding emphasis on the last two words should anyone hear.
"Cake sounds marvelous, my dear," he said, feeling yourself tingle at the words. Enjoying the fakeness while it lasted.
Elena looked at you and gave a smile over her chicken as she continued to eat.
Yes- eat. Drink water. Sleep. Live, Elena, live, I'll get you out. You’re going to live. You’re going to be happy with your life, I promise...
"Oh, Thomas! One would think you were a nun and a eunuch!" Roper teased.
You shot up. You made a point by leaning closer and holding Thomas’s hand.
“Roper, really…” you said. But you were interrupted.
"Go on, Y/N is as sweet as that dessert, why don't you give her a little kiss on the cheek..."
You looked down, an embarrassed laugh coming out of you. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but Roper pressed further. He was testing you both and he knew it. Like you were both his playthings.
"C'mon! Just a peck, Loverboy!” Roper pressed.
You glanced at him and he at you.
“Would you be okay if I kissed you, just on the cheek?” Thomas asked.
“Uh, yes. Sure.”
He leaned in close. You could smell the food on his breath and feel warm air from his nostrils, from his breathing. Then he brought his lips to your cheek. They were soft. Gentle. Like a drizzle in April. You felt your whole body get hot. The fact you were kissed in such a spot. It was as chaste as chaste could be. Yet you could have melted from how tender his lips felt against the skin of your cheek. Then he retreated.
Roper smiled and lifted his glass, taking a sip of his chardonnay.
It then struck you. Sandy and the babysitter had been gone. Too long. Suspiciously long. Then, from the hallway, you heard steps. And laughter- both deep masculine and bright feminine voices. The nanny returned first. The nanny was blushing, but smiling as she returned. Then a few minutes later, Sandy walked returned. You saw his shirt looked disshelved and there was a swagger to his steps.
The asshole wasn’t even subtle or secret about it.
Caro looked devastated. Her face was white. She was shaking. Everyone turned their faces away and kept talking as if nothing happened. Even if Caro looked like she was going to break in a hundred bits. You could tell it was everything in her not to cry in front of her boys.
“Well, I hope everyone has room for dessert. Hear the cake’s magnificent! A chef Ludesma signature!” Sandy announced with a flourish of his voice. That stupid asshole. Caro was devoted to him and she loved him. She did everything right- gorgeous socialite mom who gave Sandy two sons to take fishing and to sports games to be more copies of their father. She always got her hair and nails done and her clothes always looked in place. She was friendly and polite to everyone and you never heard of her capable of hurting a fly. Caro never stepped a toe out of line and looked away when men hit on her. And that bastard cheated on her anyway.
She did everything right and she was the one crying. He was having an affair, and he was smiling.
You had had enough. You got right out of your chair. Thomas looked up at you, but his face remained neutral.
You went up to Sandy before your self-control could get you. You took Sandy and looked him in the eye. He went up, wiping his mouth with his napkin- you didn’t see it closely but you knew the nanny wore pink lipstick. Sandy looked up at you with that stupid, shit-eating grin.
"Y/N, how are-"
You slapped him hard before he could finish his sentence. The crowd gasped and chairs squeaked as people got up. Sandy immediately got up, trying to let his tallness and his masculinity scare you away. But you did not back down.
“Y/N, what was the point of-”
Before he could finish that, you gave him a kick in the groin too. He groaned and leaned over in pain, then you grabbed his shirt.
"You stop fucking that babysitter, or I WILL use one of the wine glasses and break it and cut your balls off with it, do you understand?" you raged.
His eyes went wide and he gritted his teeth. You saw his fists curled as if ready to punch you. You took a step back but didn’t stop glaring his eyes.
“Caro loves you and this is how you repay her, you prick?! She doesn’t deserve you. You’re lucky she hasn’t stabbed you!” you continued.
“You little bitch!” Sandy cursed.
But the party already ran up to you. People held both Sandy and you back.
Roper stood up. He went over to Sandy and got him, restraining him from lunging. You felt Jed and Thomas get up and get you, pulling you back. Then you shot your eyes into the nanny to give her a death glare. You would have slapped her too if it wasn't for Jed holding you back.
“! You’re as bad as he is! You KNEW he was married, and it didn’t stop you, you little-”
Jed pulled you away. And you gritted your teeth as the nanny stared horrified, frozen in her seat.
Sandy meanwhile was pointing a meaty, sausage-like finger in your direction.
"Did you see what she did!? She attacked me!” he cried.
"Now, Sandy, don't panic...it's just a scuffle. I don't see a mark on your cheek. Not a large one, anyway." Roper began.
He glared at you. His voice steeled with more venom than you could imagine.
"We know the lowest brothels in Munich and we'll sell you straight to them this minute !" he threatened.
You felt your jaw clench. Terror gripped you and you couldn't move, couldn't think.
“No! Please! Please don’t!” Jed begged, leaning forward.
Then Thomas stepped forward. He replaced Jed's arm around you and then leaned out a hand in peace. Jed ran forward to beg Roper and Sandy not to sell you off as punishment. Could they...could they do that...oh no...what on earth had you done!?!
Thomas however, was still quiet. But he was strong. You found yourself wanting to nuzzle into his shirt. You could smell his cologne subtly applied. He was again...so warm and soft. And safe. He then began speaking with such authority, anyone had to listen.
"Please...everyone...let's not fret ourselves. Sandy has done wrong, and he should acknowledge how much this hurt his wife. Don’t be upset at Y/N, either. She’s fiercely devoted to her friends, especially the women here. She was trying to protect Caro," he reasoned.
He looked down at you. His gaze softened and you felt yourself relax a little near him. His arm enclasped you in an embrace. Youcould feel his pulse in his body. You hugged him back and swallowed hard.
Roper furrowed his brow. He then took a step forward and spoke to your pretend boyfriend giving you a very real defense.
"If she was my woman...she would be off to Germany by now. But she's not. Thomas, you have to learn to control your woman. I do so with Jed. Sandy does it with Caro. Now it’s your turn. Take her to your quarters. Give her a dressing down. Or we will have to do it for you,” threatened Roper.
You felt your heart race inside your ears. This was some real 19th-century bullshit Roper was pulling out of his ass. Would that be…be possible? Now even Jed looked scared. So very scared. And she stopped trying to beg him. Oh god, now it was going to happen to you. Elena and her parents were silent and you saw the teenage girl trembling. She took a step forward out of her seat, but then Roper put an arm up to stop her.
Thomas then put his hand around your arm.
“Here…I will take her to my room and I will dress her down, as we say. Just give us a moment…” he began.
Thomas was a nice man. A docile, polite, quiet, if not slightly mild man when you talked to him. He wouldn’t…beat you. He didn't seem the type. hen again, you remembered a phrase you heard once. It was always the ones you would never suspect. You bit back your bile. Your legs were shaking so badly, you wondered if you were standing.
“Here, Y/N…come with me…” he directed.
You had no choice but to follow as he led you by pulling you with him. His touch felt like a grip this time. You were shaking. Then he led you out. Out of that building. The guards nodded and let him. Out into the cool night air with the crickets and stars. You could still smell the sea too. It would usually be comforting. But this was not usual. You saw his muscles and big hands- he could overtake you in a fight. A blow from his fists would hurt. He could easily overpower you. You should have known. You should have known he was Roper's friend. And friends meant one's future-your sister's future. Yours.
He had a smaller cottage near the property. He took you right inside into the front foyer- a little hall with a kitchenette right there. Then he locked the door and looked at you. His jaw tight. Then he took a step forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself.
“Just get it over with, quick!” you insisted.
“Y/N…you're safe here. They would have pressured me to hit you. But I'm not. Not here or anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you…” he said.
You opened your eyes. Your shoulders relaxed though your heart was still racing. He went up to you.
“Thomas, what are you talking about?” you hissed.
He leaned in close. His voice was just a whisper.
“You don’t have to call me Thomas here…you can call me Jonathan.”
“What…you have another name?” you asked, your mind reeling with every word he said.
“Yes-Jonathan Pine.”
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tofandomhellandback · 2 years
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some people call it marriage fraud I call it Fake/Pretend Relationship to Lovers 100k words
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themerlinlibrary · 9 months
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Favourites Friday (June 2023) – Fake Dating
TML Favourites Friday round-up! June 2023 round 4
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Something Hitch-ish by Excited_Insomniac T, 19k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU
Crash Into Me by FaeryQueen07 E, 25k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU
no homo ft. dumbassery by LeaOotori M, 18k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era
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My Significant Bother by Leandra, art by evaelisaa E, 96k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU; Royalty
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Love Trope February!  Pretend Relationship: Mountain x Aether
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Mountain and Aether decide to mess with the others by saying their together one day, on a bet to see how long they can convince the others because Dew made a joke to Ifrit (cause this takes place during Terzo time because I say) about tall people being together robs the shorter of tall partners, so later Aether comes to Mountain with a bet cause they know they can probably get away with it, but eventually things get spicy because of course Ifrit and Dew insist they kiss to prove it, and while they’ve done the platonic cheek and forehead kisses before they haven’t been together that way, but they do it. Soon it turns into one holding the other during movie night, Mountain falling asleep in Aether’s lap while he’s reading, unconsciously peaking the others face when leaving, etc.
Hi, I hope you guys enjoy this one, I thought it wouldn't turn out the way I was imagining it but it turns out it did! I think this one is absolutely adorable, I was tempted to write out the smut scene at the end, but it is 2:30am and I have class tomorrow, I may write a one shot of it later because Aether x Mountain is one of my favorite ships, and I find this one so fucking adorable and hot. Anyways Whiskey is rambling as usual, enjoy these two being sappy romantics to make Dew vomit
- Love Whiskey <3
The ghouls were sitting in the common room after a long practice with Terzo, who had insisted on keeping them an extra hour because he wanted to practice the new song he had written a few more times, talking about random things as some shitty tv show plays on the TV. “Did you hear about those two tall as hell Siblings that got together last week?” Ifrit suddenly brings up, head on Zephyr’s lap as the pianist pets his hair, “Yeah, they gotta both be at least 6’4, pretty sure the guy is near 7 foot!” Dew exclaims; he was sat upside down in the recliner as he messes with a small fidget cube he had stolen from a Sister. “Yeah, Brother Ripley? He is almost eye level with me when I’m glamoured, and Sister Fallon isn’t much shorter, though; she’s to my shoulder.” Mountain adds from where he’s sitting next to Aether, and he’s the only one even paying partial attention to the TV, who is reading and partially adding to the conversation.
“It should be illegal for tall people to be together.” Dew says, giving up and tossing the cube up into his lap with a pout, “Why?” Aether says, glancing at the Water ghoul over the top of his book, “If people love each other, they love each other.” Dew huffs, “Cause, for one, their kids always seem to end up even taller. Humans don’t need to be that tall, and two, leave some tallness for the short people! We deserve tall partners too!” Ifrit explains, waving his hands dramatically to add to his point. Mountain and Aether glance at each other, “You two are just made 'cause you wanted Ripley to put some inches in you, aren’t ya?” Aether says. Mountain choked on the water he had just taken a sip of, Zephyr laughed as Ifrit and Dew pouted, “Maybe, but our point stands.” Dew huffs, crossing his arms as he lets himself slide out of the chair into a backward somersault before standing.
“Come on, Fritter. I snagged some weed from this brother who works in the gardens, he apparently got it from Primo,” Dew says, beckoning the Fire ghoul; Ifrit grins and sits up, kissing Zephyr’s cheek, before zooming after the Water ghoul. Mountain rolls his eyes, “I know who he’s talking about; he steals it from Primo’s personal stash, but it’s not even the good stuff. He keeps that shit hid.” he says. Zephyr laughs as he stands up, “Then their gonna be disappointed, I’m gonna head to my room before Ifrit comes back and whines until I cuddle him again.” he yawns, stretching his arms above his head, “Night ChAir, better lock your door or he will break it down.” Aether laughs as the Air ghoul leaves, leaving the Quintessential and Earth ghouls on the couch.
“So, Mount, what’s your opinion on the dumbass duo’s statement?” Aether jokes, placing a bookmark in his page as he shuts the book and turns to the taller male, “What you said, you love who you love, who cares about people's heights as long as they're happy.” he replies plainly. “Good, I don’t know what their on about but I got a funny idea to mess with them.” Aether says, a grin spreading across his face, “I’ll bite, what is it?” Mountain asks, turning down the volume even more on the TV, turning to the Quintessence ghoul. “What if we pretended to date to make those two mad? Pretty sure they’d flip their shit considering we’re of the tallest in the entire Ministry.” Aether says. Mountain raises an eyebrow, “Pretend to date, you sure they’ll fall for that?” he asks. “I believe so, they're pretty gullible.” he shrugs. “I’m game, how do you suppose we tell them and go about it?” Mountain asks, “Maybe tomorrow act lovey-dovey or something till one of them inevitably gags or asks, then just do..couple stuff? Hold hands and shit.” Aether says with another shrug.
Mountain nods, “Sounds good, I guess we’ll start tomorrow then.” he stands up, chuckling, pressing a kiss to the Quintessence ghoul's cheek, who blushes, “Goodnight my love.” he says teasingly, earning an even brighter blush. “Ni..night Mounty.” he stutters as the other ghoul leaves the room with a tail flick. ‘Fuck, he’s gonna have to much fun with this.’ he thinks, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly Ifrit and Dew come barreling into the common room, arguing about how shit the weed was, whining about how the Brother lied, and when they finally notice Aether, they start begging for cuddles and headscratches. He simply sighs and opens his arms, the two high dumbasses jump onto the poor ghoul, fighting over who gets to sit in his lap before both inevitably pass out atop his thighs; said ghoul accepts his fate and joins the other two idiots in slumber.
The next morning Aether wakes to the sounds of something frying in the kitchen; glancing down, he spots the two ghouls still passed out in his lap, he stretches and slowly nudges them off, despite the whines, and gets up. Walking into the kitchen, he finds Mountain frying up eggs and bacon for the pack. “Hey, when you get up.” Aether asks, yawning. “Little bit ago, I see those two got hold of you.” Mountain chuckles, flipping the eggs. They suddenly hear Ifrit groan and sit up. Aether shuffles up behind the Earth ghoul and wraps his arms around his waist, leaning his head against his back as the Fire ghoul shuffles into the kitchen. Mountain looks at the smaller ghoul, l as he flips the bacon onto a plate, who had frozen in the doorway, glancing between the two largest ghouls. Mountain and Aether were never this affectionate with each other, of course, they would hug, sometimes lay together on the couch, and exchange small forehead and cheek kisses if one was feeling particularly affectionate, but they never would cling to one another as Aether currently is.
The Quintessential ghoul lets out a dramatic whine when Mountain goes to pull away, pretending he didn’t notice Ifrit gaping in the doorway, “What the hell-” he starts. Aether acts as if he just realized he noticed the other ghoul, pulling away from the taller ghoul, “Hey, Fritter, sleep well?” he asks nonchalantly. “Ugh..yeah, that weed was shit, barely felt anything. That smells fucking amazing Mounty.” he changes the subject.
Dew eventually wakes up while the others trudge into the common room as Mountain finishes up breakfast. Mountain and Aether make sure to sit next to each other, while also making sure to act suspiciously flustered whenever their hands brush when grabbing more eggs from the bowl on the table and whispering to each other nonsense. Ifrit and Dew both are eyeing the pair in confusion but don’t say anything, Zephyr also glances at the suspiciously but doesn’t seem to want to care.
Eventually, they finish eating and split up to their daily chores before practice that night, both the ghouls decide to plant themselves in visible places around the Ministry that they know Ifrit or Dew will walk by, making it seem like they had been caught in an intimate moment, simply hugging, pecking the other on the cheek, and holding hands. Every time the ghoul who spotted them with stop and stare for a moment before darting away, looking back over their shoulder as if to make sure they were actually seeing what they were. Soon the pair had finished their chores and decided to head to the band room as it was nearing the time practice was supposed to start anyway, walking into the room hand in hand.
Dew and ChAir were already inside, turning to look at the ghouls who had just entered, the Water ghoul’s eyes immediately darted down to their interlocked hands, a scowl on his face, he stands up and walked towards the pair, “Okay, what the fuck is going on with you two. You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” he demands, tail flicking in irritation as he crosses his arms. “What do you mean, Dew?” Aether played dumb. Dewdrops brows furrowed, gesturing to their still linked hands, “This! Plus all day I’ve been seeing you two all over each other, are you guys fucking or something?” he asks. Aether and Mountain look at each other, the slightly shorter ghoul’s face flushing as he looks up at the Earth ghoul, “We’re together Dew, have been for a little while.” Mountain says nonchalantly, Ifrit just so happened to walk in right as Mountain spoke, “What?! You and Aeth? Since when?!” the Fire and Water ghouls gape at the pair, eyes are near bulging out of their heads.
“Prove it.” ChAir says from his stop on the stage, tail flicking mischievously behind him, “What?” Aether asked, confused, “Kiss or something, you two have never kissed in front of us, if you're together then kiss.” he said plainly, gesturing for them to do so. Aether freezes for a second before Mountain suddenly tilts his head up and meets their lips in a gentle kiss, lingering for a few minutes as he pulls him close with an arm around his waist, the slightly smaller ghoul is shocked for a moment before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Mountain’s neck. “Alright, alright! We get it.” Dew huffs as he turns around, gagging dramatically. They pull away after a minute, green searching royal purple, chests heaving for a moment. Aether’s cheeks are flushed a bright violet before he buries his flustered face into the chuckling Earth ghoul’s chest.
Terzo then decides to enter, Aether quickly separates from the taller ghoul as he hears Papa’s cheerful voice, “Alright, my ghouls, are you ready for a productive rehearsal!”. Mountain may not appear, but inside, he is embarrassed as all hell. He never thought that the feeling of the Quintessinal ghoul's surprisingly soft lips against his own chapped ones would make his chest twist in such a way, and then the way Aether clung to him afterward made him want to pin the small but more built ghoul against the nearest surface and keep going. ‘Fuck, this is just a prank, nothing more. It was just a heat of the moment thing, right?’ he questions in his mind as he makes his way behind his drumset. Aether was thinking similar thoughts, “Oh my Lucifer, why the fuck is my heart beating this fast? We’re just messing with Dew and Ifrit. Don’t go doing anything stupid.” he mutters to himself.
After that practice and for the next month, Aether and Mountain truly try to sell the sappy couple act, kissing each other whenever the others are around, holding hands while walking to practise and back to the ghoul dens (also whenever they're near each other and see the other’s walking towards them), choosing to sit next to each other during movie nights, and even once making sure Dew caught them making out in the band room, something that totally didn’t leave the pair having to adjust their pants and sending butterflies through their bellies. But one thing they didn’t expect is how they started doing couply things even when the others weren’t around; seeking each other out when they get done with their chores, Mountain simply laying his head in Aether’s lap while he was reading and falling asleep, trying to unsuspiciously ask for cuddles in the common room even if no one else was in there, pressing kisses to each other’s cheeks and lips whenever they have to leave each other, and even once Mountain gently wiped a speck of food off Aether’s lip during dinner, causing Dew to pretend to vomit and Ifrit to dramatically cover his eyes, but subtly peeking through his fingers.
What made Aether start to question if this was still just a prank; was one night, he was lying in bed when there suddenly is a rapid knocking at his door. Sighing loudly, Aether rolls out of bed, dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts, before opening the door and is shocked at who's on the other side. Mountain, clearly anxious about something if his tail swaying nervously behind him and the weeds growing in his hair says anything, is standing there, eyes unfocused and staring at the floor as his fingers are drumming quickly against his bare crossed arms, “Hey, Mount, what’s up?” Aether asks, opening the door wider. The drummer’s head perks up, “I..had a bad dream. Can I stay with you tonight…please?” he asks softly, it almost sounds like he’s begging, “Of course, come on.” Aether says, moving out of the way to let the bigger ghoul inside. Mountain quickly enters, but once he’s inside, he stands in the middle of the room, looking around as if trying to figure out a place where he can sit or lie down. “Come lie down, big guy, my bed is big enough for both of us.” Aether calls from where he had lied back down. Mountain looks over at him, eyes wide but doesn’t object, simply doing as told and lying beside the Quintessence ghoul.
“Wanna talk about it?” Aether asks, hand unconsciously extending to grip the drummer’s larger one, this is when he notices Mountain’s red-rimmed eyes, the green dulled into a muddy brown, “It’s nothing, just a bad dream about the Pit is all.” Mountain says, looking away. “It’s okay, I get those too.” the smaller ghoul assures him, gently stroking knuckles, bruised from working in the gardens and his drumming. Mountain looks back at him, “Can I just..hold me, please?” he asks, so quietly Aether almost didn’t hear him. His eyes widen at the request, “O..of course, c’mere.” he says, scooching closer to the Earth ghoul, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pressing his head, so it’s tucked into his shoulder. Mountain lets out a shaky breath, his own arms coming up to wrap tightly around the Quintessential ghoul’s thick waist, legs tangling together as he nuzzles into the smaller ghoul as inhales his scent. Aether sighs contently, stroking his claws through thick, brown waves before trailing them down his bare back. The other ghoul was dressed only in sweats, pressing his nose into the taller ghoul’s hair.
But what shocks him the most out of this entire exchange is the quiet “Love you, Moonbeam.” mumbled into his neck, it makes him freeze, questioning if he had heard the other ghoul correctly as the words play on repeat in his mind, “Love you Moonbeam”, he doesn’t move as not to disturb the literal sleeping giant. He simply lies there for another half hour, listening to the now deep snores coming from under his chin, the grip on him subtly tightening and loosening every once in a while, still softly rubbing the long, strong back of the Earth ghoul, ‘I have to know if he truly meant it or if it was just him being tired and playing along.’ Aether thinks as he finally is able to doze off.
That had happened 3 days ago. Mountain had woken up the next morning and clearly didn’t remember, or was pretending he didn’t, what he had mumbled to Aether last night. Simply carefully from the thick ghoul, getting up to relieve his bladder before leaving and starting breakfast like normal. Aether had been trying to figure out how to ask him when he decided to ask him if he could come to his room so they could talk in private about something, the drummer, of course, agreed though he had a worried look on his face, this is how Aether ended up standing outside the Earth ghoul’s door, trying to will himself to knock when suddenly the door opens, revealing a disheveled Mountain, hair a mess from him running his fingers through it repeatedly, “Hey, I sensed you outside, when you didn’t knock I just figured I’d let you in.” Mountain rambled, stepping back into his room to let the other ghoul inside.
“What was it you wanted to talk about?” Mountain asks nervously, sitting on the bed, fiddling with his tail, a nervous tic most ghouls have. Aether takes a deep breath, clenching his fists as he decides to say it, “Is this still just a prank or do you have feelings for me?” he asks, Mountain freezes, dropping his tail in shock, “I..wh..what do you mean?’ he stutters, “When you came to my room the other night, when you were falling asleep, you said you loved me,” Aether explains, his tail coming up to wrap around his thigh, “Did you mean it?”
Mountain slowly stands, approaching the Quintessential ghoul whose eyes widen as he gets closer. Slowly reaching up his hand to cup the other’s cheek, the taller ghoul sighs, “Yes, I did. I have for a while now.” this is all he says before connecting their lips, similar to the first one with how he wraps his arm tightly around Aether’s waist. But this kiss is filled with fervor, tenderness, desperation, and a hint of neediness. Aether can’t help the whine coming up from his mouth when the larger ghoul’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, reaching his hand up to scruff the Earth ghoul’s scruffy cheek tangling the other in his short, wavy brown locks. Mountain growls lowly, nipping at a plump lip before slipping his tongue inside, mapping out that warm, wet cavern as he clings to him.
Backing Aether back against the door, the kiss turns more hungry as Mountain’s hands leave his face and waist, instead moving down to his thighs before he lifts up the barely smaller ghoul up as if he weighs nothing, pressing him more firmly against the door. Aether lets out a muffled yelp as he’s lifted, arms quickly wrapping around the larger ghoul’s neck, but doesn’t break from the kiss. After a few more minutes of intense making out, Mountain pulls away only to start trailing kisses down Aether’s jaw to his neck, nipping and sucking hickies into the grey skin,.
“Does this prove that I mean it?” he mumbles against his neck, and Aether nods.
“Ye..yeah, fuck Mounty, more please.” he whines; Mountain grins against his skin as he turns and carries the Quintessence ghoul to his bed, “We’re gonna make Dew and Ifrit wanna kill us, now you better not hide any fucking noise or you won’t like the consequences.” Mountain growls as he bites down onto Aether’s shoulder, “Ye..yes sir,” is all he can whine out, clinging to what his now real boyfriend. Let’s just say that Aether has a severe limp the next day, Dew is glaring at him, and Ifrit looks both traumatized and like he wants to ask about what happened. ChAir smirks before turning to the pair, “You both owe me $50 bucks.” The Fire and Water ghouls scowl before begrudgingly handing over the money, “What did you bet on?” Mountain asks, tugging Aether into his lap, who hisses when he sits, “Oh, just that you two would finally confess and fuck.” is all he says, counting out the money, “I gotta text Omega and Earth and tell them we were right, then get Alpha’s money.” he says as if it was nothing.
“What, you knew it was fake at first?!” Aether cries, eyes widened, “Oh, I knew the second you two kissed in front of us for the first time. Too stiff, and you looked like a school girl who was kissing her crush for the first time.” ChAir replies, pulling out his phone to assumedly text Omega and Earth, “Don’t worry, these two and Alpha believed you. That’s why we placed the bet in the first place.” he giggles. Aether looks back at his partner, who shrugs. The Quintessence ghoul groans and leans back against Mountain, placing his hands on the arms wrapped tightly around his waist, he could get used to this.
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