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Rio & Buster Pt.1

Rio: [Okay, so, depending when your birthday falls and when this getaway has been booked for, telling you when we’re told, which is assumedly when you’re like oh I might have a party and he’s like nope, you can’t]

Rio: I’m going on a minibreak for my birthday, thought I better let you know

Buster: Yeah, flights are non-refundable so

Rio: I had to ‘ruin my own surprise’ to find out, sorry

Buster: Of course you did, don’t worry about it

Buster: like I said, I hadn’t booked anything yet

Rio: Good stuff

Buster: As long as you have a good birthday

Rio: Cheers

Rio: sure I will

Buster: See you at Christmas then

Rio: Can’t wait

Buster: Me either

Rio: It’s always good, whatever family drama is happening any given year, no one cares for at least one day

Buster: That’s the spirit, babe

Rio: You know me

Rio: any excuse to be merry

Buster: Right

Rio: [let him go girl, shh]

Buster: [that wasn’t awks at all and his OTT gift isn’t gonna feel so out of the blue or anything after how you left that, oh lads]

Rio: [the way we’re gonna have whiplash about this like what, you don’t hate me again]

Buster: [a very confusing vibe to have to walk into christmas with]

Rio: [I’m like do you say something or wait because lowkey it’s such a massive thing you’d be better to wait in person but also hello, what do I say, oh lads lol]

Buster: [thank god that there are gonna be so many people there so you can avoid each other for a bit without it being obvious until you collect yourselves/have some dutch courage]

Rio: [and people do start their merriment in the AM like savages on Christmas so by the time lunch is there and been consumed, we’re all a little cray, even the children with the sheer excitement lol]

Buster: [He is defs one of those savages because clearly dreading having to see her and also Liam knowing she’s done absolutely fuck all about this and Edam are having an adorable fam christmas moment right in front of y’all’s eyes]

Rio: [Mhmm, there isn’t weird energy at all, totally not simultaneously avoiding and staring at Liam like why and why, not to mention doing the same with Buster for different reasons, what a day, don’t really blame you for getting drunker than you normally would]

Buster: [but if he’s a dick to Liam in some way, she’ll have to say something/take him aside before everyone else is like ??! cos can you not please]

Rio: [a good place to start, at least there’s plenty of places within a pub so areas are quieter than others without it being like why are you chilling here ‘cos sometimes we all need a breather from family fun times lol, not wanting to just push you away so lowkey pulling you to the bar like let’s make you a drink rn haha it’s all fun and games, nothing to see here people]

Buster: [looking at her like excuse you when they get there because he’s the one who pulls her around places usually lol ‘What’ll it be?’ like y’all really are here for drinks but we know that’s not the case because if it was he’d have just got her one she likes without asking]

Rio: [‘please don’t’ quietly but firmly, because the last thing we need is you and Liam having any kind of fight, not even answering about the drink because not the point but we’re not going to stop you making your own]

Buster: [‘I swore I wouldn’t hit him’ like I haven’t and therefore I’ve done nothing wrong]

Rio: [‘you said you’d stay away from him, it’s not hard’ because we know they’re in their own bubble, better and worse]

Buster: [‘for you’ because we’ve noticed you hardcore avoiding that man and also us, obvs]

Rio: [shrug like yes? Like you’re really owning that decision and it doesn’t just feel necessary to the point the opposite is impossible ‘there’s so many people here’ gesturing off to the main function room where basically everyone is, as if we can just pick anyone else and have a gay old time]

Buster: [‘not enough’ because the tea is that there could never be enough people around anywhere at any time to make it easy for him to ignore her or Liam rn but soz hun you’re less important as we’re blurting this out]

Rio: [we can never just outright lie, even if it would make the concept of y’all ignoring/getting over each other so much easier, we just can’t, soz ‘I know’ looking over at said room of fam now, thinking ‘may as well have a [some festive twist on a cocktail ‘cos the only one I can think of is a snowball and that’s a lot to commit to so I won’t be specific lol]’]

Buster: [making that drink for her like the gentleman he is as though he isn’t heartbroken she didn’t spend her birthday with him]

Rio: [aren’t we all boy, aren’t we all, it was clearly a terrible trip before the being outshone fiasco ‘that must’ve been so much money…’ literally as you’re thinking about all this because you have no clue how to bring this up so may as well be accidentally]

Buster: [‘that isn’t what matters’ soz but he doesn’t care about money that’s his level of privilege]

Rio: [‘but it does mean something’ like you wouldn’t just spend a load of money on a literal holiday for anyone, boy, we’re not convinced]

Buster: [‘I meant what I said�� because he did about wanting her bday to be memorable, not making that clear but we know you’ll remember]

Rio: [‘it was me who didn’t stick to what I said’ the I’M SORRY thankfully not being shouted but you know it’s there in how we sound about it ‘I don’t know how to say thank you, though’ ‘cos the word is not enough]

Buster: [‘your birthday should be special’ calling her special and making it blatant she deserves it specifically with the amount of emphasis on the your and there’s also the unspoken no matter what/if I’m there or not and you don’t need to say sorry or thanks being all in his tone and mannerisms rn]

Rio: [‘it’s not like it’s your job to make sure it happens, shouldn’t be’ because we know it really was you doing the most there, despite this]

Buster: [‘I wasn’t going to let [whatever her bf is called whether he’s got his name right or it’s just close enough because not even trying to be shady or funny here with it you’re simply that irrelevant to us hun]’ as if her flop bf could frankly but you’re too !! about it to be cocky ‘it definitely shouldn’t be his’]

Rio: [‘it isn’t, wasn’t’ too fast but we don’t have to be nice about your trip now because you’ve shown your true colours since with all the fallout so ‘I’d have rather stayed home’ like legitimately would have rather have been with our family than what that turned out to be, and that’s not shade by comparison it’s like, at least my mum would’ve given a shit and got me nice things etc]

Buster: [‘You could’ve-’ stopping himself because he’s not so drunk he actually believes she could’ve just told him what a flop this bf was being and dropped it all and gone off with him]

Rio: [‘I’m not good at ending things’ as a fact because yeah, we should’ve but we would’ve felt too bad and this felt easier but it’s not like that did her any favours in the long run]

Buster: [‘I don’t have a problem with it’ because he is that cold bitch or so he projects, we can drop our flop sister like a stone and be unfazed, ignore the whole Chlo/James/Jay situation etc etc, saying this as if he could’ve dumped her bf for her, I lol]

Rio: [‘what’s that like?’ as a genuine question and not a slam]

Buster: [‘necessary’ it sounds like he’s dissing her and calling her a soft touch or something but that’s just how he feels with the life he’s been living]

Rio: [do a breath out like yeah, probably]

Buster: [doing his own like a little sigh ‘go and enjoy yourself, yeah?’ meaning on this ski trip because I doubt very much you have yet with all that bf drama going on]

Rio: [thinking he means right now like oh, okay ‘to the point’ like lol, I got it]

Buster: [doing a wrist grab to stop her from going as if she was gonna leave rn immediately before he can stop himself, excuse us everyone because it’s so soft but so !! ‘No, go skiing’ in such an oh you manner]

Rio: [do a little soft lol because truly not what we thought you were saying ‘right now? Can I have time to pack?’]

Buster: [shaking his head like nope leave get out, but he’s clearly as amused ‘I’ll send you [however many outfits she would need for however long this trip is, just being listed cos you know he’s thought hard about every aspect of this trip and imagined her there in every possible scenario not at all casually and we’ve gotta spell that out to her]’ as if that’s nbd and not the most daddy vibe]

Rio: [sitting down as he’s speaking and not taking your eyes off him like you are literally entranced by this story he’s telling you right now because it’s too everything you’re about ‘you’ve already sent me outfits’ as if any of those date night lewks will serve you well for a ski hol but you have to remind him so he doesn’t think you’ve forgot either]

Buster: [‘you’ve already worn them’ which sounds like outfit repeating is a crime and that’s the only reason they won’t do but likewise gotta remind her that he’s seen the pics of when she has for the absolute mood that is]

Rio: [‘I wore [one of our faves] on my birthday’ really blurting that out but we have to because the point is we were thinking about you, not whatever we were doing]

Buster: [giving her a compliment really specific to that particular outfit whether the colour brings out her eyes or it’s flattering in some other way, the point is, he’s letting her know he remembers said outfit vividly because he does every outfit she tried on and he bought that day + leaning in to say this basically in her ear so nobody else hears it so that’s an added mood]

Rio: [closing your eyes because if you look at him right now you know it’s going to be THE most ‘I’ve missed you’ because something you could say, not technically a cause for concern]

Buster: [how innocent that is not would make him die though, saying her name with so much feeling in response but quiet enough it’s just for her thankfully]

Rio: [reaching out to hold his hand because there’s a bar y’all are basically hid behind so it’s not gonna be noticed and maybe you’re just trying to move him so you can squeeze past on the off chance it was ‘will you forgive me about my birthday?’ seriously because we do feel bad about it]

Buster: [looking down at their hands and back up at her as if she only did it to be forgiven but he can’t help but play with her fingers the exact same way he did when they were on their dinner date because he knows she’s being serious actually ‘Will you spend the next one with me?’ since we all remember when he said he’d spend his 19th with her, so promise to do the same, thank you]

Rio: [a face like who, me? So innocent it is now the opposite, nodding SO enthusiastically ‘if I have a new boyfriend, I’ll dump him’ so casual, not like this paired with us resting our other hand on your leg is giving the most loved up vibes ever ‘I swear’]

Buster: [‘Don’t get a new boyfriend’ as if that’s so casual and not the most possessive thing you’ve ever said, boy, and paired with him doing the kind of move where he’s acting like he has to get past/go behind her to reach something on this bar purely so he can brush up and press against her]

Rio: [we’re pushing back against you because there’s no world in which we’re capable of doing anything but ‘I don’t want one’ on the gasp you also HAVE to do; like boyfriends just happen to you, kinda, but the what we actually want is blatant and there’s no point denying that]

Buster: [meanwhile we can’t deny the noise that’s escaping from him when he tries to answer her by saying good or whatever he was gonna say, thank god this pub is noisy and full of peeps always when y’all are around each other, it wouldn’t be loud but there’s no styling it out if anyone else heard it]

Rio: [looking back at him like you didn’t realise how in his way you were like oh no, flipping round to face him to do the dance of moving him one way and yourself another like there we go, lemme help you but really you’re just pressing against him in another way ft eye contact]

Buster: [I love this for you both, dangerous and ridiculous though it is and we’ve gotta add to it him lifting her up so she can reach something because she is smol and that’s believable, not at all just seeing how many positions y’all can be in and how it feels, nope]

Rio: [acting like the noise you’re making is you struggling to reach something as you stretch and not what we all know that it is, pass whatever random thing you’ve now picked up to him ‘teamwork’ like you’re just getting on exceptionally well and this is very platonic and you’re not holding the thing between your chest and his so you’re that close]

Buster: [also sitting her on the bar at one point like she’s so in your way you’ve gotta for a sec but we all know the real reason and if you wanted her out of your way sir you wouldn’t be standing as close as you are still]

Rio: [never wearing a long enough dress/skirt for all this so we know that you can see a lot right now and we’re absolutely fine with that and our face is only red because it’s warm with all these people around, grab a bag of crisps and share them with him by popping them in his mouth at random intervals]

Buster: [I’m so relieved that those crisps are shutting him up somewhat though it won’t stop him asking her ‘Do you need me to take you outside for some air?’ like that’s not TOO dangerous and I forbid it lol, just being a concerned cousin btw, if anyone’s listening in haha]

Rio: [putting his hand on your forehead like am I hot, do I feel hot? When you know you do because you casually feel like you’re on fire ‘it’s the wine’ like wine is a code now because of your dinner date shenanigans, wrapping your own arms around his neck to help yourself down off this bar because any way you can touch him and get him to touch you without it being ‘too far’ is what we must do in this moment]

Buster: [managing to stop himself from going too far with touching her entire face and neck despite how much he wants to because he does have that opportunity to help her down from the bar that he’s ofc making the most of and he’s also shamelessly gonna put an ice cube in her mouth because again can’t get away with rubbing it all over her body but it could just be another crisp or a moment like it, so we are kidding ourselves here]

Rio: [having to hold his fingers between your lips, even for a split second, because yeah, you could be fakeout biting him for bants, but we’re barely even thinking about the excuses at this point]

Buster: [y’all are spiralling and I can’t even blame you with how insane the levels of tension between you have been for the longest time, but thank god there are loads of family members around to cockblock y’all from going outside anywhere together without even realising that’s what they’re doing because we simply wouldn’t be able to stop you from hooking up rn otherwise]

Rio: [mhmm, too much family, not enough randoms and distraction, like some child is gonna come over and want crisps themselves in a minute or an adult is gonna want another drink, so you have to stop, because we’re literally tugging at the hem of whatever he’s wearing on his top half, like are we trying to get you to take a layer off because you’re hot too or are we simply pulling you into us]

Buster: [I’m too here for this I’m like yes do it, Junie no, we cannot, I’m not rewriting st paddy’s it was great, get away from each other for a bit, thank you]

Rio: [as long as you don’t fully hookup, and lbr, we know you’re both into the idea of getting away with as much as you can in front of the fam so, go take your moments to calm down before it’s not undetectable and we know it won’t be long before you gravitate back together]

Buster: [mhmm we all know you would have been getting up to shit at the christmas dinner table if you weren’t trying to ignore each other at that point, we’re gonna have to say some of the fam get together to play cards or something so you can have a moment like that cos I love a cliche, not soz]

Rio: [that’s a very real vibe, for now, to separate you for long enough, gonna have to say Grace has found and thus cornered you to paint nails or something because that’s not something you can do together without raising eyebrows]

Buster: [me immediately like stay away from Nancy please Grace, knowing what’s coming for y’all]

Rio: [knowing that that kicks off the upcoming Summer, ew, literally like 12, grow up, yes we would throw your nails under the bus right now but we aren’t to know how strange you’re gonna get lmao]

Buster: [do anything but fight Liam to the death, meanwhile, Buster, I know you lowkey don’t wanna spend time with anyone else ever but find something]

Rio: [it’s the way that once we allow ourselves to start, we literally can’t stop checking for him, like he’s not going anywhere and yet 👀]

Buster: [it’s so mutual though, to the point that someone really should’ve clocked it, so many of y’all like Tess and Ali are out here calling themselves observant and knowing but here we are again]

Rio: [the lies we tell ourselves like this hasn’t happened before lmao, oh lads]

Buster: [they gotta be on the same team for whatever game this fam are playing so they can sit really close together with bent heads and all that jazz as well as being on opposite ends of the table for something else, hitting all those poss cliches]

Rio: [absolutely, how you’re going to concentrate in any of these games is another thing entirely but you have to try]

Buster: [this boy is so competitive he’ll find a way to still win somehow lol, god bless]

Rio: [love that for you, as does this girl because we’re not here to downplay any of your achievements just because people think you’re too cocky for their taste]

Buster: [not soz he is actually smart and hardworking and good at things and not just cocky because he’s hot and rich or for no reason whatsoever]

Rio: [we’re here for him for so many reasons and not just because he’s hot and rich, soz haters, and we will have a glorious time despite the still palpable tension]

Buster: [there’s nothing you both love more than doing the most in front of this fam, like we said, and every chance to push every possible moment as far as they can is being taken during every game that’s being played, for sure]

Rio: [sorry it’s basically their kink, we wouldn’t have got this far otherwise]

Buster: [exactly and soz but she’s also had a shit bday and all round shit time lately so she deserves this, imo]

Rio: [my boo says let her have her incest lmao but seriously, the way we’re no longer freaking out about Liam or our breakup, wasn’t going to happen any other way huns]

Buster: [nobody talk to me btw about how he’s putting protective distance between her and Liam at all times in such a deliberately subtle way so that nobody else will be able to say anything but he knows she is and feels safe because that’s so adorable and important]

Rio: [it’s so fine, not at all killing us because of course we can feel it]

Buster: [like, if there was any doubt about how deeply he actually cares, we can’t act like it’s purely a lust thing when he’s doing all this thoughtful chivalry]��

Rio: [oh we know y’all are in love, even if you’re now on the, we just wanna fuck, train of thought to rationalise it]

Buster: [the question is, can we think of any more xmas traditions and activities y’all can use to flirt indecently lmao]

Rio: [hmm, what else do we do on xmas, it is mostly drinking and games and telly, there could be a movie put on and y’all can either watch and be cosy or use it as a chance to piss off for a minute whilst most are distracted?]

Buster: [I was thinking that because pubs have tvs, also karaoke is always an option that you could use to piss off for a bit because he’s not gonna wanna be involved in that haha]

Rio: [a good shout, even if it’s gotta be all xmas songs for those of y’all wanting to belt ‘em out]

Buster: [so let’s do the best of both worlds and say you watch the film but piss off during karaoke though you might not be able to be as cosy and couply as you want during said film depending what babies and young kids exist because we all know they gravitate towards Rio because she’s that maternal gal]

Rio: [that works, I don’t think there’s a huge amount of kids here because it’s the Bibi part of Gen 4 which is mostly non-fam peeps, Libi is nearly 1, Ro is preggo and Toni and Archie exist, that’s about it? Because the younger part of Gen 3 are still tweens, basically so yeah]

Buster: [how awks she’d feel around Libi rn makes me sad]

Rio: [it is sad because you’re so the bitch to be after cuddles normally so it’s noticeable but literally Toni is the only one old enough to be toddling about and I’m sure you’re kinda clingy to your mother for obvious reasons so]

Buster: [you’re welcome for the lack of fam cockblock for once though lads]

Rio: [it’s a relatively good time for y’all to be sneaking, unintentional but very helpful lmao, like to think you have a spot by the fire for that christmassy cliche]

Buster: [yes, I love that, also a good reason for y’all to wanna leave that spot when karaoke starts because it’s just too hot by a fire]

Rio: [it’s a very good excuse that is more legitimate than just pissing off because he doesn’t smoke and we don’t smoke weed to the level we need to do it Xmas day thank you; but whilst the movie is on no one is gonna raise an eyebrow at blankets and being closer to share said blanket because that’s the point]

Buster: [you’d honestly look weirder if you weren’t snuggling is the excuse, tis the vibe]

Rio: [not sorry we’re taking this and running with it because when else are we having the excuse to be lying our head on his chest]

Buster: [enjoy how wild his heartbeat is because there’s no controlling that however calm and collected he acts all the time]

Rio: [we really would be because if you needed any confirmation he was also in this and not just playing, there you are, squeeze his hand for that hard same]

Buster: [so glad that a blanket means he can put his arms around her so tight without anyone knowing about it because that’s what’s going happen]

Rio: [making a happy little squished noise like when you are bear hugged, but literally not louder than the volume of this TV so only he’s gonna hear that]

Buster: [moving like we’re just settling and getting comfy but really he just wants her to keep making happy noises only he can hear because we know he’s so about it]

Rio: [we definitely are, it is who we are, wrapping our arms around your middle in this snuggle, looking up at him]

Buster: [can’t really get away with her being fully on his lap but getting as close to that as we can, she’s on his leg definitely, very unintentional santa vibes of me there lol]

Rio: [soz we can’t sit still because you know exactly how we feel about that festive vibe]

Buster: [doing the playing with her necklace move again from their date but this time moving the clasp back round to the back of her neck and really doing the most to touch it and her hair + breath on it which isn’t even deliberate at this point]

Rio: [thank god for the cosy vibe because we are red as fuck right now, crossing our legs so we’re even more sitting on you without it being super apparent we’ve really got comfortable]

Buster: [gotta touch her leg and just leave his hand there when she’s drawn all that attention to them, can’t not]

Rio: [little sounds from the effort of not moving excessively to move his hand further]

Buster: [don’t want her to shh ever but doing one in her ear purely because of how hot it is]

Rio: [pushing your head into his chest like you’re headbutting him for shhing you but again it’s the effort of having any chill]

Buster: [gotta make his own sound about it, we’ll pretend it’s like she’s winded him with that headbutt but it’s so not]

Rio: [tap his lips literally as fast as that to shh him so it looks purely like bants and not because you wanna feel his breath again]

Buster: [shamelessly pulling at her dress under this blanket the way she did his top before as if it’s not short af and barely there already because of how she’s sitting]

Rio: [the intake of breath we do as we instinctively push against you, cannot let it out casually]

Buster: [this boy just throwing what caution there was to the wind and bringing her the rest of the way into his lap because duh]

Rio: [having to cover your mouth like you’re stifling a yawn so the ‘fuck’ doesn’t fully escape because we are dying now]

Buster: [as per it’s beyond mutual and he’s just trying to fully bury his head into her neck and hair, regardless of how not at all casual that is rn, saying his own ‘Jesus Christ’ so quietly but so !!! and on that baby’s bday as well, sir, putting that necklace clasp in his mouth for a sec, blink and you’d miss it but she obvs will not]

Rio: [gripping onto his legs so hard under this blanket because we can’t handle how this feels and how you’re acting rn AT ALL ‘Buster’ like you’re just whispering for him to stop hogging the blanket or something and not that your brain has malfunctioned at this contact]

Buster: [he can’t even say her name back rn because he’s too !! we’re all just trying to cum and simultaneously not cum in front of our entire extended fam and by all I mean you pair of utter feral savages, the way he has so dramatically manoeuvred her so that they can make the most intense eye contact for a sec because he can’t speak, if any of y’all see that, no you don’t]

Rio: [it is only sheer dumb luck you do not kiss him because this proximity and intensity demands it but luckily you remember in time and your head lands by his ear instead ‘I want this’]

Buster: [literally, it’s a miracle you both can still keep some awareness of where you are and the things you absolutely can’t get away with, almost proud of you tbh ‘I know what you want’ because he do and he wants it just as much, please whisper that, thanks so much, even though you are moving slightly to make the point and that’s not very subtle]

Rio: [‘please’ like it’s feasible and you can when you’re already both too close to losing control here]

Buster: [‘we can’t’ as he’s continuing to behave in a way that totally contradicts what he just said]

Rio: [‘you can’ moving further back on him like see]

Buster: [when you were gonna do another shh in her ear like no no don’t be silly but then she moves and he’s dying and trying not to MOAN so he ends up just grazing her earlobe with his teeth for a sec, very much like the quick bite of the necklace clasp, thank god for all her hair so it just looks like you’re trying to whisper very quietly and be considerate]

Rio: [biting the inside of your cheeks so hard because it’s like you passed on the MOAN with that earlobe attention, shamelessly letting his body entirely support yours at this point as a must]

Buster: [he knows what she’s doing because of course he does and even though he isn’t allowed to hear her MOAN fully right here or right now he cannot help desperately wanting to because this is the feral point they’ve reached, so obviously moving in a basically involuntary way like please do it]

Rio: [soz we have to touch ourself because there’s just no way to stop it, its not like you can see from your POV because the point is no one should be able to, moving his hand to his lap like go on]

Buster: [you’ve got this far, boy, there’s likewise no way you’re gonna stop now and be like um no that’s my limit]

Rio: [making your little whimpering noises every time you make accidental contact here]

Buster: [he can’t even shh her any more soz everyone but he’s as close to losing it himself]

Rio: [excuse us everyone nothing to see here, just doing our best to silently masturbate]

Buster: [mhmm, not like the way he’s breathing on her skin again is indecent af because he really wants to kiss her and can’t, no no, and it’s not as if you’ve set yourself an impossible task here]

Rio: [not like it’s entirely too close and would be so easy to take this even further but you cannot]

Buster: [you’re trying to hold onto that last fleeting piece of self control and we respect it]

Rio: [if this film ends before y’all, you’re gonna be fuming]

Buster: [realistically I doubt that even with how careful and near silent you’ve gotta be with all your touching you’re both so ridiculously turned on rn it’s only a matter of time]

Rio: [being able to feel everything you’re doing is all it would take, never mind the situation of where you are and how you’ve been all day ‘you-’]

Buster: [Exactly, I’m honestly surprised it didn’t happen as soon as y’all started touching yourselves, lowkey impressive of you both tbf ‘no, you’ the childishness of that response isn’t lost on me and isn’t reminding me of y’all’s truth or dare moment, it’s fine]

Rio: [just saying ‘you’ over and over, not doing more than mouthing it but with increasing desperation in our expression]

Buster: [whispering her name back the way he could not when he was too overwhelmed as such a definitive no, you because !!!]

Rio: [‘holy fuck’ under your breath because you will never not react the hardest to him saying your name]

Buster: [just like he will never not be so into the way she reacts to it or over getting to say it in this context]

Rio: [‘give it to me’ because a thing you could say if he’d taken your phone or snacks or anything because we need to make you cum and we know how loud in comparison we could say that will get you because it does us]

Buster: [it really would, she knows him so well, you’re gonna have to like fake a sneeze or something sir idk because of how you’re gonna move when you do and there’s no stilling that with sheer force of will]

Rio: [a casual ‘coughing fit’ so we can smack you on the back, by which I mean hold you SO tight whilst we ride this out with you]

Buster: [I was literally like aww as if that was the most romantic thing ever, calm down Junie, a great idea though my boo]

Rio: [calm down is right lmao, I don’t even know how you’re gonna]

Buster: [mhmm, take the rest of this film to try and recover from how intense all that was, physically if not emotionally, because yeah idk how you’re gonna even begin to process any of that]

Rio: [like really, we cannot just sit here and finish this film with y’all like that didn’t just happen so get up, even if you have no real aim of where you are going, just take a sec]

Buster: [soz that you can’t also immediately get up because that’d be weird so you actually are gonna have to sit there and pretend that didn’t happen and hope the fam are engrossed in this film enough that nobody catches your eye or anything because idk how you wouldn’t simply pass away if they did, you’ll have to wait for a while before you go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, but please eventually do, hoping you don’t cross paths with Rio because that’d be awks]

Rio: [soz only one of you can piss off at a time and we moved first because we needed to, nobody come talk to us, thank you]

Buster: [Especially not Edie or Libi or Nancy thanks so much]

Rio: [At least Nancy is the only real candidate for that, even though we’re gonna wanna literally die for that, she’s oblivious]

Buster: [too real and he can’t even come and save you this time because can’t be in the proximity to you rn soz gal]

Rio: [let her brag about her presents probably like she’s a child, you don’t need to really listen, be in your own head about what just happened there and what’s happening now]

Buster: [the other girl from the posh school who I ended up friends with after my german work experience but did not like did that to me once and we were also literally 18, girl no, I hope you gals aren’t propping the bar up because when he’s cleaned himself up he’s gonna drink some more, bad idea though that is and if y’all are he’s gonna have to go direct to the cellar and we all know what’s happening down there on st paddys so that will send me if that’s where you end up hiding for a bit, boy]

Rio: [y’all can be outside ‘cos I’m sure you smoke, all posh girls do and you have a complex about trying to be skinny so you’re welcome boy]

Buster: [again, someone should really question why he’s drinking like a savage again but in this fam that isn’t gonna happen, we all know who your dad is]

Rio: [we all know y’all got your blindspots and this is deffo one of them lmao]

Buster: [I’m sure you and Nancy are still beefing so you can’t steal her stash this time, unlucky hun]

Rio: [when you simultaneous want to talk to him but also never have to see him again so you gotta say something, good idea or nah

Rio: Don’t be weird, yeah

Buster: I’m not, I’m being merry

Rio: I didn’t mean you were

Rio: just that there’s no need to

Buster: You either think I already am or I’m about to be, neither are nice of you

Rio: No, I don’t, don’t question my niceness

Rio: ‘cos I meant weird specifically around me, not in general

Rio: not that anyone here would notice anyway…

Buster: specifically around you is what makes it not nice

Rio: It’d be rude of you to ignore me, yes

Buster: No, it’s rude of you to imply I’m going to ignore you now

Rio: Okay, rude of you but understandable

Rio: I just asked you not to, really

Buster: Understandable because you’re assuming I got what I want and that means I’ll just dismiss you

Rio: Nah, that’s not what I’m saying

Rio: it’s fine, you’re fine, I’m fine

Buster: You’ve called me out on my bullshit for using the word you just used 3 times in a row

Rio: I’m trying not to be awkward, because we don’t need to, that’s all

Rio: but I’d get it if you were, how’s that for better wording?

Buster: You don’t have to try so hard to be or not be anything

Rio: Oh, great

Buster: You know what I mean

Rio: that in trying not to be weird, I’ve been massively weird, yep, thank you

Buster: Well, you are talking to my sister, of all people

Rio: You think that was my idea?

Rio: I was cornered

Buster: You’re allowed to tell her to fuck off

Buster: What else is Christmas for?

Rio: you could, sure

Rio: I can’t

Buster: Fine, I’ll do it for you

Buster: hold on

Rio: Not what I meant, no

Buster: Still, you’d be lying if you said you don’t want me to

Rio: In the fantasy where your sister isn’t also my cousin and someone I’m gonna have to see and talk to, as well as the rest of them

Buster: No, in our real lives where she’s a fucked up person

Rio: I’m not in the best place to judge her now

Buster: Don’t, it’s not even close to a similar situation

Rio: It’s not but it’s still not good

Buster: It’s not a crime, there’s no need to punish yourself as if you’ve committed one

Rio: I’m not, I can’t avoid her any more than I could before though, it’s unrelated but true

Buster: Yes you can

Rio: If I acted like you, people would notice

Rio: it might seem like everyone’s completely oblivious but

Buster: You care more about making a scene, when it suits you, than you do holding people accountable

Rio: When ‘holding people accountable’ achieves nothing, sure

Buster: Playing fake nice achieves nothing

Rio: I’m fake now

Buster: Yeah, sometimes

Rio: I don’t have time to not get along with people just because

Buster: It isn’t just because, it’s distancing yourself from someone for a valid reason

Rio: You have to live with her, for the time being, I see her occasionally, of course it’s different for you

Buster: Jesus, at least counter what I said with your own valid excuse

Rio: This isn’t about Nancy

Buster: Not exclusively

Rio: I’m not dumb, I know you’re talking about the Liam thing

Buster: It isn’t just about that either

Buster: it’s about you, putting yourself, and how you actually feel, last all the time

Rio: How can you even say that when I just did exactly what I wanted, despite how much of a problem it would be for everyone else if they ever found out

Buster: You did the opposite of what you wanted on your birthday, to keep the peace

Rio: It doesn’t matter now, he’s dumping me anyway

Buster: Of course it matters, it’s your whole mindset

Rio: You are too drunk to be trying to fix my life

Buster: Tell me to shut up like you mean it, at least

Rio: I dunno why you’re being so mean to me

Buster: I’m trying to help you

Rio: I don’t need help, but it’s always nice to know how shit you think I am

Buster: You don’t think you do because you don’t see it as a problem

Rio: I’m not sitting here telling you your whole personality is a problem

Buster: Mine is only a problem for other people, it doesn’t cause any for me

Rio: That’s really nice

Buster: I told you, I’m not, and it wouldn’t get either of us anywhere right now if I was

Rio: We aren’t going anywhere

Buster: You wishing I would stop doesn’t mean I’ve hit a wall

Rio: Shh, go drink some more

Buster: Have a drink with me instead of being passive aggressive as if I’m one of your least favourite relatives that have cornered you

Rio: Are you sure?

Buster: About how much you still like me? Very sure

Rio: You’re such an idiot

Buster: I know your mouth is hurting from having to stay so quiet

Rio: you got that one right, okay

Buster: if I was an idiot I wouldn’t have come up with a fun solution that’ll numb and clean it simultaneously

Rio: 🙄😏

Rio: that’s the excuse, huh

Buster: I don’t deal in excuses, I deal in opportunities and this one is perfect for getting to see you

Rio: and if anyone asks why I was biting the inside of my cheek…?

Buster: Why would they?

Rio: I mean, don’t ask if you don’t wanna know, pretty obvious

Rio: so I’ll have a drink with you but I don’t know about you looking at me

Buster: Are you daring me to make [her fave drink] with my eyes closed?

Rio: That would be pretty impressive

Buster: It’s too late though, I’ve already made it and it’s waiting for you here, like I am

Rio: so let me distract your sister quickly or she’ll be asking you to make her her own drink when she follows me

Buster: She can ask but she won’t get

Rio: just me

Buster: There’s different rules for you, our own rules

Rio: I like that

Buster: But it’s a shame they have limits or I’d have another solution for how sore your mouth is

Rio: It’s rude to tease me with what I can’t have

Buster: It’s not my fault if you aren’t using the mistletoe to your advantage

Rio: it’s a bit late to go ‘round the party and make that look like it’s not personal, you could’ve set out the ground rules earlier

Buster: You could be taller and then I wouldn’t have to be the one reaching up to steal it

Rio: Are you being serious

Buster: No, I don’t really want you to grow [however many inches lol]

Rio: 😅 Not the part I was referring to

Buster: Well, I seriously want to kiss you, I thought that was obvious

Rio: If anything was going to change your mind, it would’ve been what we just did, that’s what I thought

Buster: Did it change your mind?

Rio: not at all

Rio: and I would have to die if you felt the opposite

Buster: Please don’t, it would definitely ruin Christmas for me

Rio: And everyone else’s, not to big myself up or anything

Rio: I want to kiss you so badly

Buster: Everyone knows I only care about myself, babe

Rio: That’s not true

Buster: How else do you explain the fact that I got you something but decided against bringing it after you didn’t shower me with thanks for your birthday present?

Rio: I didn’t want to just send a message, it didn’t feel like enough

Rio: then everything blew up with [flop boyf]

Buster: Fuck him and your lack of communication, I’m gonna go home and get it

Rio: And leave me? I just convinced Nance she NEEDED to do karaoke

Buster: We’ll have our drink together first

Rio: [Come join him at this bar like oh hey, as if there’s anything casual about how !! you are to be this close to him again]

Buster: [passing her this drink that was not at all casually waiting for her with such a lingering touch because if Nancy is doing karaoke there’s no way everyone isn’t watching how hilarious that is]

Rio: [I dread to think like oh honey you humiliating yourself but you pop off hun because we’re too busy being distracted and having a moment, cheers with eye contact as you sip always]

Buster: [normally he’d love nothing more than to witness Nancy’s humiliation but that has not even registered to him as happening and he could not care less, soz our only priority is LOOKING at her]

Rio: [‘you know how much I love my birthday present, don’t you?’ putting a hand on his shoulder ‘cos that could be casual enough but it is not right now]

Buster: [‘As much as you’ll love your christmas present’ cocky but true, whatever you’ve bought her, I’m trying to think of something that could be a reminder of y’all’s date but like I don’t wanna just hand her a bottle of wine]

Rio: [‘you don’t have to go get it’ but not in a I DON’T WANT IT way just like, I don’t need it if you don’t wanna go, btw, leaning ourself against your side, so casual, sipping, not LOOKING at you every chance we get]

Buster: [‘of course I do, I should’ve given it to you as soon as we got here’ because kicking himself that he didn’t bring it, we know why you didn’t but it’s bought and wrapped and everything]

Rio: [‘maybe not that soon’ like we had to sit through the meal and socialising with other people, because we know your gifting slaps and we’ll be in no mood for any of that nonsense after ‘give it to me in private, somehow’ looking around like I know there’s people everywhere but]

Buster: [leaning against her like a lil nudge because we know exactly what you mean but he’s also impatient af ‘You should come with me, you can open it there’ that’s how you know he’s drunk just suggesting a casual trip the baze gaff as if she has any business going with him when he says to them he’s going back for a sec for something he forgot/needs]

Rio: [when everything in you wants to grab his hand and run basically but you also know what would happen and are thinking over every possible thing it could mean for you both, biting the side of your mouth unthinkingly then being like ow lol ‘you wouldn’t want to come back’ after a while because true, neither would we]

Buster: [when he just knows, drunk or not, that she’s biting her mouth even before the ow reaction so doing the softest don’t gesture in the form of how he’s touching her wrist before he grabs some ice off the bar and puts it in her mouth the way he did earlier except not because it’s so lovingly, and all this is the lull of time before she speaks again ‘we don’t have to’ you very much do have to come back though, soz hun]

Rio: [as if you weren’t thinking about kissing him before, now it is ALL you can think about as you’re letting him take care of you with the biggest hearteyes ‘you only leave early when you have somewhere else to be’ because neither of you is a, I now wish to snuggle at home with a hot chocolate and a TV special type, so yeah, it’s not being bought]

Buster: [‘I’ll lie’ sir you cannot Nancy will know even if nobody else does that you don’t actually have plans]

Rio: [‘What if your parents or sisters come back?’]

Buster: [‘Ava wants to be here and my parents have to lie that they do too for slightly longer’ not mentioning Nancy because she can clearly be heard doing this karaoke and we know the messy flop isn’t going home early ever]

Rio: [the cinematic vibe of her just wailing in the background is tres amusing, thus we have to do a little giggle because wow, just looking at him like can we, I don’t think we can but maybe ‘you’re hard to say no to, you know’]

Buster: [it’s giving that gal singing when her little brother is absolutely losing it and I’m so amused, like, they couldn’t be more in love here, he’s giving hearteyes and a half at how adorable her giggle is while that performance is going on ‘give in to me then’ didn’t have to say that in such an intense way either did you sir]

Rio: [😳 ‘I want to’ the tone underlying how much of an understatement those three words feels to us ‘I want what you want’]

Buster: [I’m sorry that I simply refuse to let this happen, lads, she’s gonna have to have some kind of sibling crisis or something that starts occurring right that very sec so they don’t run, lord knows there’s enough of you and it makes his point of her putting everyone else first even more valid]

Rio: [it’s easily done and plausible, you can be snatched away by anyone literally right now, we don’t need to specify or have it be any sort of actual drama, just family nonsense]

Buster: [the point is, it’s a dose of reality before she gets chance to get carried away and plot device to send him on his own and separate y’all even though he’ll be lowkey fuming and more in the mood to throw it at her now lol, sulk on your way there and back hun, you have time]

Rio: [hence I better not even message you when this inevitably gets resolved before you’re back because we know what you’re going to think to that happening lol]

Buster: [mhmm we all know it’s not that deep and you should’ve just said fuck it and gone but it just isn’t who you are, at least him needing to go back to the baze gaff is more believable now he’s lowkey angry af because it’s like oh you really are annoyed you don’t have such and such and absolutely should go and get it yeah you big grump]

Rio: [everyone like you go calm down sir and we’re just stuck here now like thanks guys, definitely knocking back more drinks ourself]

Buster: [she’s gonna have time to get drunker herself and level the playing field here because he isn’t rushing back the way he would’ve when he first said about going to grab it, he’s probably gonna take twice as long as he should and I’m definitely gonna say that he has a massive row with his flop twin when he does return because no he has not calmed down enough, though he did try, and I’m sure you’ll say something bitchy or whatever gal if you’re outside smoking again but because you’re also a diva you’ll carry it on when he tries to walk away and just go inside]

Rio: [big yikes, when you know this mood is your fault but also if you intervene, it’d have to be you taking Nance away to bitch and that’s also going to piss him off so you’re just watching like I hope an adult tells you to shh Nance because I’m not able to put myself in the middle of this one]

Buster: [I’m so sorry baze you don’t need your children going at it to the level they are when you already don’t wanna be here, at least they can threaten Nancy with being taken home like a child if she doesn’t stop acting like one because how nasty this would and could be getting is a BIG yikes, but I do like to think that Ava could take him aside and calm him down since Rio cannot]

Rio: [this is true, save the day girl, baze tell that bitch off, casual family domestic, everyone else look away and pretend you do not see]

Buster: [Poor Ava should not have to but the reality is baze are busy and nobody else is gonna get through to him, so soz gal, thank GOD that preggo Ro would have already left because the last thing anyone needs is her getting involved/sitting there holier than thou like a judgy bitch]

Rio: [you wouldn’t handle it if they turned it on you hun so pipe down]

Buster: [gonna have to say whatever his gift for Rio is, it’s small enough to fit in his pocket because he can’t be doing all this whilst swinging a gift bag around because that is TOO MUCH visually for me to handle and also everyone would be like UM who is that for]

Rio: [imagine, no, we can’t be having that, Nancy would have literally snatched it, it’s too much for now hun]

Buster: [I’m cackling at the thought, lord knows when or how he’s gonna give it to her though because this is AWKS]

Rio: [when Ava has left you we can take that as our cue that you’re at least calmed from the Nancy of it all and come over with a drink as a peace offering]

Buster: [taking it and downing it so he can immediately walk away from her to make the point to her that he’s still annoyed at her specifically as if that was not obvious, without actually making it really obvious to everybody else]

Rio: [sit down wherever he was sat like well, that went well, didn’t it]

Buster: What have you got to say that isn’t a bullshit peace offering?

Rio: Why does it have to be bullshit?

Buster: Because you’re not sorry and you don’t want what I want

Rio: because you get to decide all that for me

Buster: It was your decision and you’d make exactly the same one again, you always fucking do

Rio: If I didn’t, then [whichever sib/sibs came over and ruined this] would’ve seen us go together, could’ve followed, any number of fucking things you don’t want to happen either

Buster: If you didn’t they would’ve had to solve their own problem and god forbid they do anything without involving you

Rio: If Ava needed anything, you’d do it without hesitating

Rio: it happens more because I have more brothers and sisters, I can’t help that

Buster: I’d die for Ava, the difference is she doesn’t need me to because she’s allowed to be capable and can sort her own shit unless it literally was life or death

Rio: Don’t talk about my siblings like you know anything about them

Buster: I know you

Rio: I missed the part where I fucking asked them to come over and distract me

Buster: I didn’t realise you’d also missed the glaringly obvious established pattern

Rio: You know what, fuck this

Rio: you blame me for everything

Buster: Christ, take some responsibility, you shoulder enough of theirs

Rio: Maybe you’d get it if your sister had a baby when she was 16

Buster: My sister wouldn’t, so I guess I’ll never get it

Rio: [walk away from wherever you are to the bathroom for your storm off]

Buster: [I know you’re in a mood but OUCH that was uncalled for and v rude actually, sir]

Rio: [not in the mood for our fam to be slut-shamed, thanking you lol]

Buster: [that went well, oh lads]

Rio: [when you do just wanna piss off home now but instead you have to come out and go sit with your fam to make a point]

Buster: [when you knew you’d gone too far and regretted saying it like the second you said it but you don’t wanna just come at her with a drink peace offering after calling hers bullshit so you’re just looking over at her like !]

Rio: [obviously we notice because even though we’re doing our best living my best life with my family act, we’re also sneaking peeks at you because duh]

Buster: [Eventually coming over when he can stand it no longer and being like ‘Can I talk to you for a minute?’ because he do know her and she’s not gonna make a big scene in front of the fam, gotta chance it]

Rio: [thank the lord, not unhinged like your sister because imagine if we just started brawling you here and now; but no, get up and go like okay]

Buster: [find some privacy please, nobody needs to be overhearing this convo, the awks silence as you have to walk to wherever you’re going RIP]

Rio: [lmao the awkwardness just die]

Buster: [when you get there ‘I shouldn’t have said that’ because no you shouldn’t]

Rio: [‘say what you like’ with folded arms because we’re not impressed ‘it’s what you meant’]

Buster: [‘It’s her life, she can live it how she likes, I didn’t mean to bring her into it, none of this is about her, not really’]

Rio: [‘well, all my family are beneath you in various ways but I know I’m the biggest problem, you mentioned it’]

Buster: [‘No they’re not, they were just in my way’ blurting out that truth because not that much of a snob actually, underneath it all]

Rio: [looking at him to see if he’s being truthful and not just trying to cover himself, even though he’s not really that bitch and you know it, so just nodding like alright ‘they exist, the whole family does’ shrugging like it’s in any way casual ‘there’s nothing either of us can do about that’]

Buster: [‘I know’ lowkey so frustrated and sad that there’s nothing they can do to make this alright with the fam and be a normal couple because he hates being that bitch, he’s always had options before]

Rio: [do a sigh because it is both of those things ‘It’ll never be different, there’s no point pretending’]

Buster: [‘So what is there a point to?’ like okay if that’s the case what do we do, like should I just walk away now or what]

Rio: [a lowkey look of disbelief ‘why do I have to work it out?’ because we’re both headfucked here, boy]

Buster: [‘Because it’s always me’ blurted out in the manner of Effy’s why don’t I get to be upset moment but slightly less dramatically, because we’re having a full identity crisis here as he’s always the bitch who knows what to do and suddenly he isn’t and it’s really !!! ‘and I can’t-’ we’re having so many emotions today]

Rio: [immediately softening because we don’t like being mad and especially not at you ‘hey, it’s okay’ squeezing his hand like listen to and believe me there ‘no one is ever going to find out about what happened, there’s no pressure to work it out from anyone but us, there’s no time limit, like’]

Buster: [‘I’m sorry’ when does he ever say that but likewise when does he ever almost have a breakdown like he just did a sec ago so]

Rio: [rubbing his arm gently like I know ‘me too’ because we are in terms of it being a headfuck of a situation but we also know not everything you said about us is untrue we just didn’t want to hear it right now ‘look, if it isn’t worth it, then don’t but-’ making eye contact because obviously we want to and we aren’t going to say otherwise or you’d never go there lads ‘all we’d have to do is some planning before seeing each other, it’d be so much easier’]

Buster: [giving that eye contact back in a way that means YOU’RE WORTH IT without actually saying it because you cannot rn or you’ll end up ruining all our excellent cockblocking and I won’t allow that mr + handing her over this beautifully wrapped gift because whatever it is will defs prove how true that is because of the date reminder and how feelsy it is]

Rio: [I vibe that you pull him somewhere even more private just to be doubly sure to open this gift and not be interrupted by anyone, because we are going to have EMOTIONS and y’all don’t need to see and we need the time and space to fully appreciate, tah, gonna have to hug you because what else and how else can we convey how !! we are ‘thank you’]

Buster: [this hug being everything though because you both have EMOTIONS and nowhere else to put them]

Rio: [we are SQUEEZING you and burying our head into your chest]

Buster: [really giving this his ALL for someone who isn’t a hugger and god knows when he last did hug somebody, probably one of baze when he was a little child, proud of you, hun]

Rio: [well done boy, we love to see it, literally, looking up at you]

Buster: [resting his chin on the top of her head adorably while she does that because simply must]

Rio: [doing a happy sigh instead of a sad and frustrated one, although yeah we’re still frustrated but in a different way than a sec ago]

Buster: [let her go before there’s a kiss which isn’t allowed lol, instead fix her hair that you just messed up as a shameless excuse to just play with it and be soft]

Rio: [close your eyes and enjoy that sensation ‘I should’ve gone with you’ quietly, after a while of just chilling]

Buster: [‘I forgive you for not going if you forgive me for being a cunt when you didn’t’ because so many shoulda woulda couldas already and there’s gonna be so many more at different points cos this is a headfuck]

Rio: [just nod because of course we do ‘but I might not forgive myself for it’ like I’m mad, fyi]

Buster: [‘if you don’t, I’ll have to make you’ oh the daddy energy is back okay then]

Rio: [‘yeah?’ in the most please tell me more tone ever]

Buster: [‘I’ll have to guarantee all your regrets are distant memories and the only vivid ones from today are [and obviously recounting all your extra antics, not just during that film but before too which obvs I don’t need to because we can re-read it if we need to remember]’]

Rio: [the way this has your breathing noticeably getting faster and shallow ‘it’s been a really good christmas’ after having to swallow dramatically to calm down enough to speak]

Buster: [touching her throat after she swallows, as dramatically, there’s no need ever ‘the best so far’ because always gonna top it and y’all can enjoy thinking about what next year could be like and all the ones after, why not]

Rio: [melting into your touch like he can keep his hand there forever ‘it’s nice being friends again, so we can stick together’ because need to have no excuse to be seen with you all day]

Buster: [‘I’ve never had a friend like you’ because true in every sense, saucy and actual]

Rio: [‘I’ll be your best friend, if you want’ likewise all the ways we could mean that]

Buster: [‘I do want us to be that for each other’ so sincerely because it’s lonely at the top sis]

Rio: [smile so big because you care about him and he cares about you and it’s everything to get that confirmation]

Buster: [the actual intake of breath because her smile is so beautiful and he can’t deal before he’s then trying to get a not at all subtle look at the bitten inside of her mouth because he’s a drunken nerd and he cares that much bye]

Rio: [laughing and playfully pushing his face away like what are you doing ‘so weird’]

Buster: [‘I’m not, I’m being friendly’ the way that’s said though and then a he's putting his finger in her mouth and really softly feel where she’s bitten the inside of her cheek to shit, obvs checking the other side too and the inside her lip because gotta be v slow and indecent and thorough about this]

Rio: [the moans you can’t hold back literally with how you are in this moment ‘it hurts’ however distorted that is by his literal fingers in your mouth because we must]

Buster: [dying about it because you’ve been able to make so little noise ever, be it on your date or on this day so it’s really new and !! and of course feels like she’s being louder than she is and like y’all are closer to being caught than you are which we know you’re both into, so the way he not at all casually pushes her against a wall or whatever surface wherever they are rn like gotta hide even more is a response to all those things as much as it’s also just him being overwhelmed]

Rio: [‘OW’ ing like that also hurt way more than it did so you don’t make more indecent sounds about it but the way we’re LOOKING at you, you’re going to know how we’re actually feeling]

Buster: [the LOOK he’s giving making it known that he’s not at all sorry despite how soft he’s being holding her atm as if to make up for lowkey slamming her into something]

Rio: [‘you’re so determined to show how nice you aren’t’ standing on your tiptoes so you can ‘fix’ his hair aka run your hands through it]

Buster: [‘I want you to know so badly’ because when she said she wanted to kiss him so badly, the exact same energy, picking her up slightly so she can reach easier the way he helped her at the bar before]

Rio: [‘I want what you want’ saying each word deliberately because we do and you said we didn’t when you were pissed off so hear it, tugging his hair just slightly because we’re serious ‘You’re so-’]

Buster: [‘I shouldn’t have said that either’ likewise saying each word as deliberately because he’s as serious, at the same time as using the same fingers he put in her mouth in the same manner but running them along her flaps, for lack of a better word lol, as if we gotta know how wet her underwear is from the outside never mind the inside and that isn’t already a well known fact by this point]

Rio: [When this contact is the realest and furthest you’ve gone so far because there’s absolutely no flimsy excuse for it, should you be caught, and this has you stunned into silence, even if you cannot help moving towards his touch]

Buster: [you’re gonna wish that you were stunned into silence sir because that same thought would have the opposite effect on him cos he’s extra, we know, and it’s your turn to make a SOUND that is too loud for where you are and soz but this isn’t the feral free for all of st paddy’s so you’ve simply gotta either hear somebody go past/talking or something and therefore be like !! about if they heard you, because this cannot be a hookup moment and it will if y’all don’t get scared straight]

Rio: [it’d be a total amateur move to jump away from him like you’re on fire, so you just about manage that but as close as we just pushed ourself against you is how far we’re getting away, trying your best to look casual and not like you’re on the highest alert for two reasons now]

Buster: [both of you not breathing just here like 👀 but he’s always the boy with a plan who can get himself under control so ‘I did say a minute’ because he did to your fam you were sat with like maybe you should go because it has been longer than that and you can’t keep pushing your luck like this, lads, not tonight at least]

Rio: [nod, in a daze at first but as you’re pulling your clothes back into place, nod more confidently like yeah, you’re right ‘why did you wanna talk to me?’ like what’s the story because it’s not what it actually was]

Buster: [the cogs in his head visibly turning like oh yes we need a cover story because truly you do, obvs it’s easiest to blame Nancy because everyone saw that fight with her and things have been rocky between y’all since your bday and she do be a huge bitch so it’s not inconceivable that you act like something she said/did was Rio related because she’s a mess she won’t remember and nobody would be on her side if she said she didn’t, just thinking all these things out loud, putting together the pieces in a conspiratorial whisper vibe]

Rio: [that all tracks ‘I can make up the rest’ putting your present in your bag carefully ‘make you look bad but not quite as bad as her, like’ with a lil smirk like sounds about right, yeah?]

Buster: [his own confident nod like yes exactly because he knows she knows what she’s doing and he can trust her obvs or none of this would be happening]

Rio: [wave at him as you get out of this hiding place like okay then ‘see you later?’]

Buster: [when you really wanna pull her back in and just stay here and even start to do that before you can stop yourself + all the moves to lean in to kiss her but then you remember that you absolutely cannot start down that road again so you’re like ‘yeah, see you later’ whilst your lips are close enough to brush against hers, nbd but at least it feels like a to be continued/promise that way so that’s nice]

Rio: [‘why-’ when you likewise can’t stop yourself from starting to ask a question you already know the answer to, not that you mind the continued sensation of brushing your lips against each others, tortuous though it is]

Buster: [‘You know why’ didn’t need to say that remotely but we’re prolonging that sensation and this moment shamelessly]

Rio: [‘I forget’ because that’s the truest thing you could possibly say]

Buster: [‘It’s really fucking easy to’ because same]

Rio: [‘If we got caught now, we’d be the only ones who knew we didn’t kiss’ because you basically are]

Buster: [‘If we do, we won’t stop at a kiss’ too true ‘and we’ll still get caught before we want it to be over’ again true, you have no chill and mid hook up would be so frustrating you’d actually die]

Rio: [when you know so you don’t need to say anything ‘you didn’t let me go’ as if you made big attempts to leave]

Buster: [‘I tried’ because it would really feel like he made such a big effort to because that’s how hard it is rn and how much they don’t wanna leave each other]

Rio: [‘Third times meant to be a charm, so-’ walking away like you can bring me back this time and you better lol]

Buster: [Doing it with such a !!! move, if she thought she was getting thrown around before it’s nothing compared to this moment here ‘It should’ve been me making you cum’ pinning her hands above her head as he says this like he’s so offended at them for doing it during the film instead and it goes without saying that he’s also dry humping her to within an inch of her life in the way they could not then because they were barely able to move and this time he’s doing the absolute most]

Rio: [‘It was’ blurted out as you’re shifting all your weight onto him, pulling him closer by his belt ‘it’s been you for ages now’]

Buster: [‘on your birthday’ not a question because we know it, she wore an outfit for you despite the fact you weren’t there so]

Rio: [‘how could I think about anyone else?’ soz not soz flop boyfriend but we know he won and it wasn’t even a close competition]

Buster: [sucks to suck flop and he’s SO into it as evidenced by his v enthusiastic responses rn, telling her about his absolutely savage behaviour when she left to go to the airport and he was left to his own devices because whatever you did to deal with how turned on you were, we know it was beyond extra]

Rio: [we’re moving ferally fast because 1. We don’t have time to waste and 2. This is how hearing this makes us feel ‘did it feel as good as this?’]

Buster: [‘nothing feels as good as this’ really emphasised by how difficult it would be to get that sentence out and how it sounds when he does]

Rio: [having to bite his top because you can’t bite him yet but you also genuinely hurt your mouth before and you also want him to know how hard holding back is for you too ‘no one has done it like you’ almost mad at how true that is]

Buster: [idk how her dress isn’t getting ripped in response to all of that, sheer luck and luck only because love everything she’s doing and saying so much ‘no one does anything like you do’ the truest thing, everything she does however mundane or not is next level compared to anyone else]

Rio: [‘you don’t even know yet’ because we have done nothing in the grand scheme of things even though it feels like everything ‘I wanna be in your head as much as you’re in mine’ pressing our forehead against his, continuing to grind against you as we use the movement for leverage]

Buster: [‘You’ve been in there for years, you never leave my thoughts’ because aware that she is gonna have to go fr in person in a sec as much as we don’t wanna be thinking about it]

Rio: [hiding your face in his neck, doing frustrated little whines because yes, we do not want to leave, thanks family and universe ‘it’s so stupid’]

Buster: [doing everything he possibly can rn so they don’t have to think about it and frustrated isn’t how she feels, he’s a man on a mission, including another hot shh of course but in a there, there, I’m gonna make it okay and you feel better way not like shut it please]

Rio: [grip onto the back of his shirt like your life depends on it because you’re dying ‘I can say your name, not just think it’ and proceeding to do so, in his ear so you aren’t being as loud as it would seem to y’all in this moment]

Buster: [biting his lip so hard but the moan escapes nevertheless because that’s how into it he is and always will be, excuse us everyone]

Rio: [looking at him the most 🥺 ‘you’re the most attractive boy I have ever known’]

Buster: [saying her name back with all the feeling in the world because 🥺 likewise always kills him]

Rio: [‘we should’ve done this last year, and the year before…’ just going on and on, matching the time of your thrusts, forever and always is the vibe]

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vxldemar · 5 years

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𓆣𓆣𓆣

some are born for what they do. 〖 a concept backstory scene for quaestor valdemar. 〗

a child with big brown eyes and light brown skin, adorned in white; a ruffled shirt, cotten pants, and black flat shoes, stares through the firm, great iron gate of a dull school. if you asked them, they’d say the exact details of such a place are much too hazy to remember. it’s a large gate, it’s an obstacle meant to tame whatever they have inside of them, so details don’t matter. they wistfully brush over it with their fingertips.

this gate stops others, and normally it’d stop them.

in the distance, past the rich green that lies outside the gate, along a country path, across the grey cobble streets, like the details of a journey in some childrens fable, there is an edge to this paradise that someone so small could only dream of touching.

a card was handed to everyone at birth, and it had a man on it, a man with a dog, dressed in white.

on this side of the school, it is quiet. they know that. but they never expected to be taken this far by their own legs, they’d never sat here alone, with no other children or teachers around. it was a chance, it was an opportunity, some may even see it as fate.

with tiny talons, they rake through the dirt, and they’re good at it. too good at it. they’d find it easy to dig through any surface with such force and drive, even coarse sand on a sad islands seashore. even through the ashes of bone. desperation fills them. this tiny prisoner, then, makes it to the other side.

even while wearing shoes, the grass feels more lush here, it is fresh, it’s breathing and it is alive. they can smell it. but this isn’t what they’re looking for.

they begin to walk, head in the clouds.

some people actually navigate using the sky. pirates. those who travel by sea. but not by cotton on a blue backdrop, they strung all the stars together and made a system out of it. this didn’t require that. they didn’t need a map.

high in the air, a single thin murky cloud of smoke in the far distance; a grey slit against the bright blue sky. even if it wasn’t there, they somehow felt like they’d know the path anyway.

walking and walking, nothing, for once, filled their mind. it was books, it was letters and numbers, perhaps too much for someone who can’t be over the age of 10, yet this was what they were, and here is what they are becoming. hopefully, they would have a mix of thought and instinct in that head of theirs when this was all said and done.

until their legs ached, the cobble beneath their feet felt like yet another obstacle, but when you’ve come so far, pain bothers you less, still, their lips narrowed into a thin line as they traversed; yes, you’re a human, you feel pain, but it doesn’t stop you.

approaching, the smoke got thicker, and filled their nostrils. it smelt like cooked meat. suddenly, they felt ravenous. so enthralled in their journey, they had cancelled out the screaming. just as they did when the children playing got too loud.

joy and pain overlap a lot more than one might think. you can confuse the two easily. the truth often overlaps with a lie in a similar fashion, sometimes they become so intertwined nobody can tell the difference anymore.

a set of screams, men, women, a few children, filled the air, fire set brown, wide eyes alight. a series of figures in long robes stood in front of a bonfire, a large wooden spike stood tall and firm in the middle of a messy pile of wooden planks, garbage, and dead farm animals. including a rather large shire horse, it’s eyes open and staring in a never-ending glare of pure hatred. a group of people were haphazardly tied against the spike, in a hurry, it seems. the metal chains ran across their bodies in all different directions, binding them all together, forever, until they didn’t look like individuals anymore. an amalgamation of burning flesh. it almost looked holy. one even had metal covering their eyes, it popped and crackled and melted onto their face as the fire intensified. another had chains that ran past their teeth, across their mouth. they bit down on it to stifle their cries of pain.

the spike, when mirrored in the child’s eyes, created an odd, slit like shape on their dark pupils when combined with the reflection of the flames.

beauty comes in all different forms, maybe a being out there, whatever higher power, favoured those who found beauty in unexpected things. but this was more than beauty. it was art. it was a reason for living.

the fire and its vapors disrupted the colour of the village and the sky surrounding it, everything was tinted in greys and reds, it consumed all around it in a cloud of heavy smoke.

a robed person slowly paced towards the child, who utterly ignored them and stared up at the fire still, not showing any sign of looking away as screams and the furious cackling fire raged through the air around them.

they had a mask on. it was black, filthy, blood soaked through to the inside. among the scent of sizzling flesh, a faint waft of lavender caused the child to break out of their trance, they blinked and turned to face the other with a hardened frown.

“and who are you to interrupt me ?”

their expression eased when they noticed the mask, the black goggles prevented them from making eye contact. the rim around the eye lenses was white, a way to tell this particular person apart from the other “doctors”. a long, long beak almost poked against their cheek as they leaned in further to inspect this irksome, demanding little beast.

“you’re not a peasant.”

turning their nose up at the other, they looked back at the bonfire. the figures had stopped screaming. skin dripped off their face, and the wonderful human skull underneath was visible under heavy coatings of blood.

“what are you doing here ?”

it was the kind of smell you’d remember eternally. the kind of sight you written into the deepest parts of your memory.

abruptly, a large sack of pus from one of the lesser burnt bodies burst, vile yellow liquid stained the cobble in front of the child, and a bit splattered against their face.

they went to step closer, the other raised an arm, the arm and the childs chest crashed together, the younger one growled.

“what on earth are you doing ?” they hissed,

“you can’t get any closer, do you want to burn to death ? or catch the disease ?”

disease ?

“what disease ?”

behind their goggles, the figure blinked owlishly.

“perhaps your school hasn’t told you. i can tell from those clothes that you’re a scholarly child.”

“tell me or i shall bite this arm of yours off.”

the “doctor” stared at the child, and they scowled. their expression was somehow more heated than the flames were. slowly, they lowered their arm.

“this village has the disease, we’ve just burnt another little area like this down recently. damn near all of them have it. it progresses slowly, first it’s a faint coughing and sneezing, then large sacks of pus cover the whole body, they sting, burst, become infected...”

a skull fell off one of the corpses, bashing against the ground and rolling forward, landing in front of the young childs feet, they stared, mouth agape, delighted.

“and then, they die. this is a trade village. can’t just let them cart themselves off to god knows where, can we? still, it does a good job at annihilating all proof that these grotesque little villages ever existed at all.”

a sharp squeak could only faintly be heard over the roaring flames, it scurried up to the skull. filthy, covered in blood, patches of its fur were gone, indicating that it was also diseased. it sniffed around the cranium, nibbling away at sections of remaining flesh.

“i cannot fathom how this is happening though, ah, perhaps─”

as the two gazed up at the fire, the child took a moment to look down once more. the rat itched itself, its clawed hands scratching behind its ears. the pink ears were now blood-red due to the excessive scratching.

they knew how it felt to have an itch you could never quite get rid of.

until now. for they had a nasty little idea about what they could do about it.

a chuckle left the masked figures lips.

“perhaps, this is... a sign from god ?”

people ignore the truth even when it’s right in front of them.

the rat hopped away, it circled past the two of them, and worryingly skittered out past the village onto the dirt path, and it ran as far as it could. in search of people. where there was people, that meant food.

the child wasn’t listening to the others baseless ponderings, the embers flickering in their wide eyes again.

you can cut to a thousand years later, maybe less, maybe more, and the sight can differ in the details, but it’s essentially the same.

there’s a figure, standing in front of a bonfire, with wonder, and a smile, they take in the smell of charred flesh and take in the screaming. it’s like a theater performance ! no no, more than that; it’s art. it’s art and they’re viewing it. it’s the meaning of life, and they’re living it !

some are born for what they do, and thus you change the card given to you.

#arcana #the arcana #valdemar #quaestor valdemar #the courtiers #courtiers #❪ 𓆣 ❫ ︱ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. ─── ❪ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❫ ;;#;; i was gonna answer asks rn but this hit me out of the blue !#;; i dont know if val ever was like. a child or anything #;; this is purely a concept and not entirely attached to canon btw #;; but here ya go #;; this is probs riddled w spelling errors n probs sucks bc i wrote it super quick but enjoy ; _ ;

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3d-wifey · 3 years

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Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

#haikyū!!#haikyuu #tanaka x y/n #ryuu tanaka #ryūnosuke tanaka #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka smut

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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Classified Affairs Ch 25

No real pairing rn let’s be honest…. Warnings: language, chaos, a hot mess, alcohol consumption, politics, mentions of smut, arguing/fighting, drama, more shit hitting the fan, Jordan being the usual moron, a lot of anxiety. (Don’t worry…the next chapter is going to include *no* anxiety bull shit…I PROMISE you).

You managed to make it back to the condo in record time, thankfully managing to not run into Heather on your way out of the White House. Pushing the door open you jumped at the sight of Becca already in your kitchen,

“Jesus.”

“Sorry, I was looking for the Truly’s, figured you’d need one.”

“More like twelve. Just let me change.” You grumbled, dumping your bag on the stand by the door and kicking off your heels before crossing into your bedroom briefly.

“When’d you get the second screen?” Becca called, asking about the second monitor beside your t.v in the living room.

“Couple weeks ago? Remy set it up for me, considering the news has to be on like 24/7 nowadays.” You emerged from the bedroom in much comfier clothes, pulling your hair up off your neck. “So, sorry about that, but right now it definitely needs to be on.” Picking up the remote you clicked it on, the news channel automatically playing, and, no surprise to either of you, they were talking about Heather.

“God this is so fucking bad.” Becca murmured, moving to the other side of the island so she could hand you the hard seltzer.

“Thanks.” You took the can from her, taking a sip and noticed her staring, “what?”

“How fucking hard did she hit you?!” Her thumb traced under the mark, a look of disgust on her face.

“Oh…it must’ve been a ring/knuckle combo, and I bruise like a….peach…”

“You are considerably less covered in bruises now that you’re not running into tables and chairs at work all the time.”

“Yeah… just running into chairs in front of the President and doing it in heels.”

“Cheers to that?”

“Cheers to anything right now, fuck.” You tapped the cans together before taking rather large sips, swallowing, you let out a sigh, you really didn’t want to do this, but you knew you had to, “I need to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow at the expression on your face.

“And I need you to tell me the truth, I’m not gonna be pissed I just need to know.” You paused, “did you leak this?”

“Oh my god no!” She laughed, “listen, I fucking hate my Mom, and I am truly enjoying her going up in flames this election, but I would never! She’d be able to trace it back to me eventually, and I’d be literally scared for my life. Plus I know my Dad’s super fucking upset right now, he called as soon as the news drop happened, wanted to make sure that I turned off my social media accounts for a while, and to not listen to anything people were saying. And to not answer any questions if press started following me around or anything, especially cause I was at school today.”

“Okay.” You let out another sigh as you pinched at the bridge of your nose, “I just don’t understand why whoever did this left me out. Could it have been Jordan?”

“Jordan has successfully killed all of his brain cells already, remember? Besides, he wouldn’t give a shit if she knew it came from him, hell he’d post it on his own Twitter account just to rub it in that he got a fast one on her. And he’s definitely not smart enough to think about the girl’s privacy and redact the names. Or the bank account numbers.”

“True.” You tapped the Truly against your chin, “It just doesn’t make sense…”

“Could it have been another one of the candidates?”

“Probably. But like…that info…so much of it was incredibly classified, like…wouldn’t she shred it when she terminated the contracts? She told me to shred my old one when we reworked it.”

“She keeps everything. Why do you think my parents both have their own offices and a shared one? The house has an entire room dedicated to paperwork and documents for me and Jordan, half pink cabinets, half blue. Like, every single bank statement, medical record, medical procedures, report cards, acceptance letters, literally everything. Plus it’s probably one of her psychotic ways of keeping control over people in the future, like if they tried to pull shit on her years down the road, she’s still got it?”

“Probably…” you rolled your eyes, “is it bad that I’m glad that tactic came back to bite her in the ass?”

“Absolutely not bestie.”

“You hungry?” You suddenly turned to her, “I skipped lunch.”

“Yeah same. Trying to work on an essay and wasn’t allowed to eat in the library, like, I’m not even using your books, fucking stupid rules.”

“Suggestions?” You asked, grabbing your phone and a couple of other things from your bag before dropping down onto the couch.

“You’re the one that’s been living off take out, what do you not want?

“I’ve been living off room service, which is substantially better, especially when staying at fancy politician hotels. Though I did have Chinese pretty recently…”

“Is Pad Thai too similar? I kinda want something spicy.” She joined you on the couch, snagging the remote for the other tv to scroll through Netflix, even if she did have to watch it on mute with subtitles.

“Sounds fucking perfect. You calling that mom and pop place you like so much?”

“Yeah.” She replied as she pulled out her phone, “you want the usual?”

“Yes please.” You shot her a grin before the t.v grabbed your attention, “oh fuck!” You leant forward, turning the volume up as Becca turned around from her spot halfway through the room.

“She’s making a statement already?” You started to reply, but overheard the answer of the phone on the other end so your turned your focus back to Heather on the screen.

You’d picked up your phone when it had buzzed, forgetting that you’d turned on Google alerts for ‘Heather Dunbar’ a few weeks ago, letting out a sigh as you realized it was just that and swapping to your message app instead. Pulling up Jackie’s name you shot of a quick text,

‘You watching this?’

‘Are you buying any of it?’

‘Absolutely not. She’s spewing pure lies to try and save her ass. Honestly, she needs to drop out. Republicans were already going to come for her, but with the DUI and now this? Affairs? Most with women? She’ll never make it.’

‘Forget the Republicans, Underwood is definitely going to hammer this home next debate.’

‘Wait…she’s already done?’ You questioned as the announcement screen cut to black and it switched back to the newsroom.

‘It appears so. Turn off the t.v, take some time for yourself peach.’

‘I just feel like I should be monitoring things. And Becca wants to keep up to date on the ‘tea’ as she says.’

‘Okay. Just don’t wear yourself out. Remy’s monitoring this, if anything more important comes from it we can discuss it tomorrow.’

‘Okay.’

‘And…let me know if she tries to or does contact you again? Specifically about the leak. I don’t want her interfering with my staff.’

‘Of course.’

‘Enjoy the rest of your night’

‘I will. Don’t work too late.’

You added the last one with a small smile, knowing that she’ probably be up just as late as you despite both of you requesting the other take some time to relax, but that was just politics.

“Did I seriously miss all of it?!” Becca’s voice broke into your thoughts and your gaze shifted back up to her.

“Yeah..”

“I was on the phone for like, two minutes! What did she say?”

“The same lies and bullshit that she uses when she runs into someone she knows in public when she’s with one of her babies…that they were a member of her staff, personal assistants, nannies, old friends, someone who worked with her. That their bonuses covered the elaborate things like housing or whatever, and that this was all political bullshit that was clearly her opponents trying to smear her name.”

“God…if she fucking gets away with this…”

“I really don’t think she will. I’m sure you haven’t been paying attention too much to the DUI shit but it is…not going away, and we’ve still got a bunch of debates coming up before the candidacy is announced.”

“Well I hope they dig into her as much as they can.”

She dropped down on the couch again and you swapped remotes, muting the news channel and moving over to Netflix to distract yourselves. An episode and a few more Truly’s in and you noticed the way Becca was constantly shifting on the couch, you chuckled at the fact that she was still in school clothes, jeans not being her favourite.

“You want a pair of sweats?”

“Are you allowed to own sweat pants?” She teased with a grin and you scoffed.

“Oh fuck off, you want to be comfortable or not?”

“Yes please.”

You playfully smacked her arm as you moved from the couch to your room, beginning to dig through your closet. Despite Heather having had less control over you recently, and Jackie’s no opinion on your appearance unless you were on camera, your sweats were all still stashed at the back of your closet. It was taking you a bit to pull out the storage box, you heard the knock on the door, and Becca moving from the couch, the jingle as she grabbed her wallet to pay for the food.

Becca pulled the door open, small smile on her face ready to greet the usual teenage son of the restaurant owners who ran the delivery service. Instead her brow furrowed and she was instantly confused,

“Dad?”

“Becca?” Rob pulled back for a minute, glancing towards the door to make sure he’d gotten the number right.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I..it’s a bit of a long story. I thought you were living on campus?”

Sweatpants in hand you could hear that the conversation was taking longer than normal, shouting from the bedroom,

“You need more cash? I’ve probably got some stashed in here.”

Becca, slightly panicked, called back, “it’s uh..not the food.”

“I swear to fucking god!” You tossed the cash back into your safe keeping box, “Heather! I fucking told you months ago you were not allowed to just show up here out of the”— you froze as soon as you’d stepped out of the bedroom doorway, the image of Rob standing in the entryway increasing your anxiety by the millisecond, “oh…hi…”

“Y/n?” His brow furrowed, letting out a small chuckle, “you two have lost me now. Or..have you moved in together already?”

“Dad, no..” Becca cut in as Rob looked between you, wondering what your words meant as he tried to piece it all together. Suddenly, the realization washed over you and your eyes widened,

“Oh…my god…it was you…”

“What?” Becca’s brow scrunched as she looked between the two of you.

“The leak?” Rob asked, “yes…it was. I caught a red flag on our joint account, it didn’t take long after that to find everything I needed in her office. What I’m confused about is to who lives here? This was the last real estate purchase she made… I figured I could get some information to confirm things cause I know she’s going to have a ton of excuses outside of what she said politically.”

“Fuck…” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose before you leant against the island, “I’m so sorry…” you felt the emotion from earlier building up again, “if I had known…”

“Wait…” His brow furrowed once again as he glanced between the two of you.

“She was never my girlfriend Dad.” Becca shot out, “we work together at Shaw’s, we’re good friends, Jordan’s just an idiot. Y/n was doing me a favour coming to his birthday, she had no idea Mom was..well…Mom.”

“This is my condo.” You admitted, “and believe me…there was a lot I didn’t know about Heather when this….happened.”

“How did this all happen?” Rob asked and you shivered, moving through the kitchen, thankful at least that he wasn’t yelling at you the way Heather had. You pulled down the whiskey, pouring him a glass and officially letting him into your home.

“I met Heather at Salt Line, she was a regular of mine. She witnessed a table with a huge tab stiff me of a tip and overheard me stressing about a huge student loan payment, and that things were tough financially. She left a WAY too big tip, I felt awkward accepting it, she said in return to have dinner with her and things…progressed from there. I’m so sorry.”

“We met like a month later at Shaw’s,” Becca interjected, “and neither of us knew about the connection until Jordan’s birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how…and I knew Mom would hate me for it…”

“I tried to call things off, I swear.” You risked a glance up at him, “but she’s…”

“Insane.” Becca finished for you.

“And she thinks I’m responsible for this leak.”

“Fuck.” Rob replied, “I’m sorry about that, she’ll know in a few hours it wasn’t.” His gaze finally took you in as you were at opposite sides of the island, he noticed the forming bruise on your cheekbone, “oh god, please don’t tell me she hit you?” You let out a heavy sigh,

“Within the White House walls….”

“For fucks sake.”

“I need you to know how sorry I am.” You started, “the way she painted the picture? Neither of you were happy, no kids existed, you were working all of the time. She would always drop hints that made it seem like you were both having affairs. The moment at Jordan’s birthday when I realized you were her husband I was sick to my stomach.”

“She’s always been incredible at painting a picture.” Rob replied, sucking back more whiskey, “and for what it’s worth I’m not mad at you. I’ve always had a lingering suspicion in the back of my brain, I just didn’t realize the extent of it.” He let out a sigh, “I don’t want to drag anyone else into this that’s been cut off, can you tell me anything?”

“Legally no.” You sighed, sipping at your own drink, “but if Becca happened to go snooping through the bottom left drawer of my desk and happens to find a few things and show them to you that I might have a couple of comments on, I can’t object. Becks has keys to the condo, she found them all on her own.”

Instinctively Becca jumped up from her stool, immediately digging through your desk before pulling out the file folder, moving back to the island.

“This is giant.”

“The two on top are the newer ones, the bottom two are from our original agreement. And….there’s probably some stuff in there you don’t want to read…”

When Heather finally got home, she was absolutely drained and exhausted, still fuming over the entire situation, especially how vehemently you were denying everything. There was no one else this could have come from, she was certain it had been a combination of you, Rebecca and Jackie, perhaps with Underwood weaselled in there too. After the DUI leak, even with her attempts to fix that, something like this would definitely lose her more than a fair share of points.

She’d done her absolute best to deny, deny, deny and cover her ass, praying that the lies would be enough, and be believable, they had gotten her through over twenty years already, they should work now. She knew that press and opponents would definitely be digging in and doing everything they could to find some of the affairs to get statements from them and she could only pray that none of them came forward. One confirmation was all it would take to completely bring her down right now and she knew it.

She carelessly dropped all of her things in the main living room, stepping out of her heels and dropping the blazer over the back of the couch. Keeping her phone just in case Cynthia called she padded through the house to the kitchen, she hadn’t eaten since before lunch, being too busy and nervous to find the time or energy to eat and was starving. On top of that, she wanted a fucking drink, breezing passed the island as she tossed her phone onto it, prioritizing grabbing the bottle of scotch to pour herself a glass. She already had a large sip passed her lips when she turned back to the island, noticing the small stack of papers in the middle of it, a blue post it on top with Rob’s handwriting scrawled across it.

Curiosity got the best of her and her free hand reached out, sliding the stack towards her

‘You better have a fucking good explanation for today, and if you don’t, consider these signed and sealed.’

Peeling the post it off the papers her eyes scanned over the page and her heart dropped into her stomach.

The were fucking divorce papers.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the glass of scotch suddenly finding itself being hurled across the room, shattering against the wall before she buried her face in her hands. This couldn’t possibly be happening, she couldn’t lose her marriage in the midst of an election, Rob couldn’t possibly believe this, she’d done so well at upholding her perfect wife image over the years. Her mind started to fly between the little memories that may have been minor slip ups, lies that weren’t convincing, anything that Rob may have picked on. She wondered briefly if Rebeca had finally managed to man up and say something. Suddenly his voice rang through the room, causing her to jump,

“Glad to see you’re only assaulting walls right now.”

“What?” She asked as she looked up, her brow furrowed as her hands gestured upwards, having no clue what he was talking about.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Twelve different affairs during our marriage? Did you ever actually care at all?”

“Rob, come on! You can’t possibly believe this crap! It’s a fucking political shake down! Whoever leaked it was just trying to take me out of the race, none of it’s true.”

“Stop fucking lying to me Heather!”

“I am not!” She snapped, “you know shit like this is never true! It’s tactics to get the nomination.”

“You and I both know it isn’t!” He yelled back, stepping up to the island, “now, I’ve always known that the kids were solely for me and your so called image, and I’ve somehow been okay with that. But this entire thing was just for show! I loved you! And you chose to sneak around behind my back, and spend millions of dollars on other people constantly!”

“Seriously? Come on.” She pushed off the island, grabbing another glass to refill her scotch, “you’re just as daft and gullible as the rest of them. I’m going to figure out where this leak came from and I’m going to fucking destroy them, they can lie all they want about me, but it’s not fucking true.”

“I talked to y/n.”

Heather froze with her glass halfway to her lips, feeling her blood suddenly run cold. Though, if you talked, you technically broke the NDA.

“Big whoop, you talked with Rebecca’s girlfriend.”

“Jesus Christ you never stop do you.” He suddenly stepped forward, swiping the papers towards him and Heather’s eyes widened.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m done Heather. I’m so fucking done. Every word out of your mouth is a goddamn lie.” He swiftly scrawled his name across the dotted line, beginning to flip through the document, “I was maybe willing to give you a chance, to hear you out, whatever your explanation was for constantly having affairs. But instead, you decided that saving your political career and image was more important than checking in with your family?! You’re the pathetic one.”

“I told you it is a lie! Rob!” She attempted to snatch the pen from his hand and he stepped back from the island.

“I was the one who fucking leaked it all Heather!”

“What…” it was barely a whisper and suddenly she felt the ultimate betrayal, the person who was supposed to love her the most had destroyed her.

“I do thank you for at least using your own money and not our shared accounts for everything else but y/n’s last allowance came out of our joint account.

Fuck.

“I…I was helping her out with a couple of student loans.” She shrugged, but the shake in her voice gave her away in an instant.

“Another lie. I’ve seen the contract, and the NDA. Not to mention all of the other contracts that were in your filing cabinet. I’m guessing whenever you re-did the ones with y/n, you didn’t put the false bottom back in properly, or lock it. It was easy enough to find the key for the drawer itself. Twenty nine years and you finally slipped up….you nearly had me.” He’d went back to signing the papers, shoving the stack and the pen over to Heather when he was done.

“No.” She stated firmly.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

“Not until after the election.” She begged, “please.” In return Rob simply let out a dark laugh at the pout on her face, the attempted soft expression to get her way.

“You’re not in the position to be making deals right now. I’m not going to stay by your side and look like the pathetic husband who stands with his wife through this, I’m gone. Do you get that?”

“You…promised to be by my side for this!”

“And you made a VOW to me!!” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, “if they’re not signed by the end of the week I’m sending the lawyer after you, make a nice big show of it too, wait til you’re in front of a crowd, press, let the entire world see you get humiliated for once.”

“Rob…please…” Heather absolutely despised the fact that there were tears in her eyes right now, and honestly, she wasn’t sure if her heart was breaking because of the falling apart marriage, or the fact that she knew this would drive her down even further.

“Absolutely not. This is a no bargain situation. You’ve treated your own family —and from the stories I heard today—your sugar babies, like absolute trash for years, it’s time you get a taste of your own medicine. Thankfully the pre-nup will make this very fucking easy. Goodbye Heather.”

With one last firm look over, Rob walked away from the kitchen and Heather’s shoulders fell at the sound of the front door swinging shut behind him. There was no way for her to talk herself out of it this time, he’d seen everything, he wasn’t going to come walking back through that door ever again. She dropped her elbows back onto the island, burying her face in her hands as she let out a frustrated groan, she didn’t even want to think about the amount of work she was going to have to do to come back from this. Picking up her phone she shot off a text to Cynthia,

‘We need to find something on Jackie…something good. And we’re using the journal…’

Suddenly the back door to the house flew open and Jordan teetered in, he wasn’t drunk, but he was definitely tipsy and that enough was about to set her off and then he opened his fucking mouth.

“Oh hey, you’re home. Totally thought you’d be out there fucking one of your sugar babies since the entire world knows now.”

“Oh THAT IS IT!” She yelled.

“Yo! What?! I meant it as a complement, wait…who are you calling?”

“The D.A. The country wants to see you spend a year in jail? You’re going to fucking prison.” She growled, and then gestured toward the floor, “and clean up that glass!”

“That wasn’t me!”

“Do I look like I’m asking?!” She shot back before grabbing her glass, storming through the house as she left a message.

Upstairs she grabbed the bottle of scotch from the bar, beginning to fill the bathtub with lavender Epsom salts and shifted around the room lighting candles. If she had the house to herself, she was going to at least try and enjoy it. After slipping into the water, she picked up her phone, wondering if you were at home, then her mind flashed back to that morning, grimacing at the memory of the interaction in the conference room. There was no way you were picking up, especially tonight.

She’d finally fucking done it.

She’d basically isolated herself from everyone except Jordan. At least with the short leash he was on he’d be able to attend her appearances until he was shipped off, she’d still have some amount of support. Heather let out a groan, sucking back more scotch before dropping her head to the edge of the tub, how pathetic that all she had left was her horribly behaved son, and her campaign manager? How had she fucking managed that?

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queenz-z · 3 years

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Masterlist

imma reveal one of my big sis mari plots

.. here it goes

okay so basically it’s with the end of hawkmoth battle

damian likes to go in the batcave and watch ladybug fights — it’s on live

he’s watching it and basically ladybug gets thrown into a building

though as she gets up her eyes turn green, so she quickly covers her eyes (ppl probably think the girl is crying) when she removes her eyes they’re back to being blue (eye contacts??? hmm 😟😏🤷🏾‍♀️)

so she’s now having an adrenaline rush and starts to literally punch hawkmoth and it’s revealed to be..

.. gabriel agreste

so ladybug being done with this she’s screams

“SAY SIKE RN SAY SIKE RN I KNEW IT” and she’s just like undermining herself, and like all that bc she thought it was gabriel a while ago bc of him owning the grimoire.

and she’s even worried of chat bc in this they had an accidental identity reveal

she screams “LUCKY CHARM” and gets a baseball bat (yes i thought of this genius i know.. if i wanted to be extra i would’ve said crowbar)

she immediately gets it snatched from her hand by chat and he’s beating gabriel with a baseball bat (crazy huh)

and then ladybug holds him back and is like “chat give me the baseball bat” he grudgingly gives it to her and she’s like SIKE I LIED YO PANCAKES IS DRY RESPECTFULLY (she didn’t say that i just wanted to say sike but like i was in the tiktok moment)

she snatched it and hits hawky with the baseball bat until he falls out of consciousness, and chat himself had to stop her

after that she gets Kaalki from her bug phone and uses her phone to get on a call

“yes.. i’ll be opening a portal for you. bye mother.” (😏)

and then the portal opened and ***** walks out in all glory..

~~~~~~

from across the screen Damian yells “MOTHER?”

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okay so talia comes out hugs her daughter and sends her guards to collect gabriel

yup he’s going to the league and he can’t escape sorry not sorry

and in this story mayura/nathalie spends 3 years in prison only bc she quit her job after she realizes gabriel had no intention of loving her, so she gave her miraculous to ladybug and helped her defeat hawky

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now after that all the reporters are in their faces

“ladybug who was that lady?”

“is she your mother?”

“is hawkmoth defeated?”

“what now happens to adrien agreste?”

then chat noir would be like no questions until

then ladybug would pass out (yes the dramatics) and chat noir would carry her.. 😏 bridal style to the dupain-cheng house

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now the dupain-chengs knew there was something up with her daughter

coming to school late, random excuses, rarely helping in the bakery

they were gonna talk to her about it until one night they hear

“TIKKI! SPOTS ON!” 🤦🏾‍♀️👩🏾‍🦯

from then on they knew not to worry

that was their marinette always helping people

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(i’m getting lazy guys 😟😟)

anyways ladynoir would sleep for two days in marinette’s bed

then she’s get a guardian sense to teleport to a specific coordinate which someone how lead to..

wayne manor??

(i can’t believe it? i would never expect to- okay i’ll stop lol 😹)

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Now everyone in the wayne family were having a forced family movie night hosted by Dick

Now Dick was coming back to the family room after fixing himself a bowl of cereal when suddenly he dropped it and a portal opened in front of him

“magic portal?! magic portal!!” dick shouted as two gorgeous looking couple came out

(just kidding cut out the gorgeous part 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ i was trying to say something that adrinette both have in common but like- nvm.)

the wayne members headed to where dick was with their weapons on them

it’s all silent until the woman with black-blue hair shouts “dami!!!”

she hugs dami goes on her tippy toes and ruffles his hair and baby talks him

“omg, you’re so big now!! you’re taller than me! wait- how old are you? wait- wait wait- what’s your measurements?”

she tries to get her sketchbook out until she remembers that she’s being a marinette

ohh.

oh.

“Hello. Um- I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is Adrien and I’m Damians-“ The woman starts, but is cut off with Damian mouthing and no, and shaking his head.

“Damian, you know I kind of have to or else they’re gonna think I’m evil or something.” Says Marinette

“Anyways i’m Damians older sister and i don’t even know how I got here- well i do, but i didn’t even know the address.” Marinette spoke.

“Yes I’m biological, yes i know who my father and mother are, and no i’m not being a bat.” Marinette said, quickly answering any question going to come.

“Anyways, just came here to say hi, and to give you this.” Marinette says, as she gets a gift bag out of thin air.

(I’m getting too lazy guys i’m gonna just summarize)

She hands him a gift bag. (Yes ik i already said that)

she’s says her goodbyes and adrinette leave from the same portal

everyone stares into space for a while, and then jason asks bruce

“Bruce, did even know about this?” Jason said exasperatedly.

Bruce looked completely out of it.

So they all went to Damian. (Next victim- oh i mean person.)

But Damian just walked to his room and locked the door.

~~~~~

When Damian opened the bag.

There was a box.

When he opened the box. (i’m so annoying ik)

There were pictures of Marinette and Damian together.

-One with him being completely straight faced.

-One with Marinette hugging and kissing his cheek.

-One with Marinette dressing him up. (Fashion designer okay?)

-*you can make stuff up*

Damian quickly looked around. (Not trying to be caught in 4k i see, huh?)

and softly smiled before drifting off to sleep

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ty for sticking around with my crazy thoughts.

ngl it was wayy better in my head, and every time i said i’m getting lazy i kept going so ig i’m making progress.

bye besties ao3, and wattpad in my bio !!— though don’t expect any updates 😭🥸😃

#maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne #marinette wayne al ghul #mlb x dc #miraclous ladybug #adrinette #final battle #hawkmoth defeat #surprise??!#this definitely sounded way better in my head #the lack of motivation for myself is astronomical it is wayy to loud 🥸#i’m definitely over using this 🥸 emoji

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night-fallz · 3 years

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XY’s Muse

Based on this prompt

Like I have stated before, this is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think of it. Any kind of criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/23/21

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Chapter 2

XY was staring at the ceiling. A week has already passed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the day he spent with Marinette. It was the most fun he'd had in a while.

Before the whole Silencer fiasco, his father would not stop pressuring him to produce a new song. So when they met up for dinner and his dad came up with the idea of stealing someone else's music, he couldn’t bring himself to decline.

XY knew it was wrong.

But all he wanted was the chance to finally impress his dad. Bob Roth might not have the best attitude towards him, but he was all XY had left.

Xy already lost his mom. He would not lose his dad too.

At least, that's what he believed. He should've known that his father was just using him for money. According to his dad, money was the most valuable thing in life.

XY scoffed. He should've known better. He should've known that all his father thought of hi-

He felt a buzz in his pocket and his face immediately brightened. Marinette just texted him!

Marinette: what's up?

Marinette: have u been inspired yet?

Marinette gave XY the idea to just sit back and let inspiration hit him. It was a common idea but it was one that most people tend to forget in the long run.

XY: nothing much

XY: and nope.

XY: my dad has been pressuring me to come up with something tho

Marinette: ignore him

Marinette: he's just mad cause he can't get any ladies

The three dots popped up on his screen.

Marinette: OH CRAP I'M LATE

Marinette: TTYL.

XY rolled his eyes and smiled.

They've been texting back and forth these past few days. He's learned so many things about her and vice versa.

It was nice. It's been a while since XY has had a friend.

Maybe she'll be even more, XY couldn’t help but think as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Huh," XY said out loud. "Even more"

And just like that, inspiration for his next song hit him.

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Marinette was thinking of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed musician when she heard her phone ring.

"Tikki!" she screamed, staring at her phone as if it was Hawkmoth himself.. "He's calling me. XY is calling me."

Tikki sighed and floated next to Marinette, "Maybe you should answer it. It would be pretty rude to keep him waiting."

"Right, right," Marinette answered his call and hoped her voice didn’t sound as squeaky as she thought it did.. "Hey."

"Hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Marinette didn’t know what to do. She glanced at the small goddess.

Tikki rolled her eyes at their awkwardness as she gestured to the phone. Ask him why he called you, she mouthed to Marinette.

Marinette nodded. That was a smart idea. "So," Marinette cleared her throat. "Why did you call me?"

"Right, Uhm." Marinette heard him shuffling around his room. "You know how you've been asking me if I was inspired and stuff?"

Marinette's eyes grew wide and a huge smile took over her face as she started to nod before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yep." she eagerly said, "Did you find any?"

"Yes!" Marinette could hear the excitement in his voice. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to design the outfits for my music video."

Marinette's eyes looked shocked. "Yes!" she jumped around in excitement before remembering she was still in a call with XY. "Why me though?"

XY’s voice sounded confused.. "What do you mean, why you? You're literally perfect for it. You're talented. Plus, everyone loves your designs."

Marinette’s cheeks resembled a tomato. She has never been more thankful for the fact that he couldn't see her right now.

"Thank you." Marinette managed to mumble. "That really means a lot."

"You're welcome." XY said. Marinette had a feeling he was smiling though. "I have to go and have my dad listen to the demo. But I'll text you later, okay?"

"Yep," Marinette whispered and gave Tikki a cookie. "Good luck. I know that whatever song you came up with is gonna sound good. No matter what he'll say."

Marinette heard a faint "Thanks" from the phone before the call ended.

Marinette screamed into her pillow and looked up and saw Tikki look at her with amusement. “I think I like him.”

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"So, what do you think?" XY asked as his father finished listening to his song. "Is it bad? Do you think people will like it?"

Bob Roth grinned at his son. "This is a Masterpiece. Where did you find this?" He gestured to the video of XY singing the song, "Who did you steal this from?"

XY's proud smile immediately turned into a scowl. "What do you mean, who did I steal this from?" He yelled at his dad, his blue eyes glaring at him as he grabbed the demo from the table. "I made it. I came up with it myself." XY felt his eyes tearing up. "Something you would actually know if you thought of me as something more than a money-making machine."

How could he? XY thought as he climbed up the stairs. Is it that hard to believe that I could come up with something good?

XY slammed his door shut. "All I wanted was to prove to him that I wasn't a talentless son." XY put his hands on his face. "I just wanted to make him proud."

XY felt a buzz in his pocket and immediately knew that it was Marinette. After all, she’s the only one that ever texts him.

Marinette: how did it go?

Marinette: did he like it?

XY wiped away the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. Marinette certainly had an effect on him.

XY: he called it a masterpiece

Marinette: yes! I knew he would like it.

XY: yeah

XY: but then he asked me who i stole it from

Marinette: THAT JERK

Marinette: WTF

Marinette: THAT's SO MESSED UP

Marinette: HOW COULD HE-

Marinette: DO YOU WANT ME TO BEAT HIM UP FOR YOU????

XY laughed at her text messages. He only started to text her and he already felt better.

XY: no, it's fine

XY: i actually yelled at him

Marinette: ...

Marinette: do you feel better?

XY: actually, yep.

XY: he's a really sucky father

Marinette: for some reason, a lot of the blondes i know have a toxic parent

Marinette: it's kinda sad

XY: maybe it's a paris thing

They texted back and forth, XY laughing at the memes Marinette sent.

XY: You're definitely a daughter of Athena

Marinette: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Marinette: is that a percy jackson reference i see

XY: yep

XY: have u read the books?

Marinette: duh

Marinette: you haven't lived til you've read the books

Marinette: sadly, the movies sucked tho

XY: I KNOW

XY: ANNABETH WASN'T EVEN BLONDE

Marinette: EXACTLY!!

Marinette: SJSJSJSJSJSJ

Marinette: THE MOVIES SCARED ME FOR LIFE

XY: oh yeah

XY: before i forget

XY: what's ur insta?

Marinette: which one

XY scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.

XY: What do you mean by which one?

Marinette: i have two

Marinette: one as my personal one and the other one for commissions and stuff

XY: ohhh

XY: smart

Marinette: i know ;)

Marinette: my personal one is @Mdupaincheng and the one for my commissions one if @MDCdesigns

XY switched his apps and searched up Marinette's personal instagram. He clicked on the first result that came up.

The profile picture was Marinette in a blue, silky dress that went just above her ankle. There was a slit on her left leg that showed her knee. It was nighttime and Marinette was practically glowing under the city lights. She was staring at something on her right side, with one hand running through her silky black hair which was down for once.

She looked hot.

After XY stopped admiring her profile picture, he finally noticed her follower count.

She had 200,000 followers. 200,000.

It wasn't as high as XY's follower count, that was still quite a lot.

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XY: i didn't know u were insta famous

Marinette: wdym?

Marinette: which acc

XY: ur personal one

XY: u have over 200k followers

Marinette thought that she read his text wrong. There's no way that Marinette had that many followers. 200,000? There was no way.

Marinette: ur lying

XY: I'm not.

XY: check ur acc

It's been a while since Marinette has logged onto her personal account. The hate she got the last time she's been signed in was too much for her and when Alya told her to log out and just focus on her other account, @MDCdesigns, she couldn't bring herself to argue against her.

Marinette hasn't even thought of that account since that day. So when she logged in and saw that XY wasn't lying, she accidentally dropped her phone in shock.

Tikki looked at Marinette with a questioning look.

Marinette ignored her kwami and texted the blue-eyes boy back.

Marinette: HOLY SHIT

Marinette: I HAVE 200k FOLLOWERS

Marinette: HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN

XY: when was the last time you checked ur acc

Marinette: about 3 months ago

Marinette: the media thought i was adrien's gf and his fangirls came at me

Marinette: i got a ton of hate and a friend of mine told me to log out and just focus on my @MDCdesigns acc

Marinette: so i did

Marinette: i haven't thought abt that acc since then

XY: the fangirls were probably just jealous

XY: it's been months so they probably calmed down

XY: I'm looking through the comments rn and so far the latest hate comment you've got was about 2 weeks ago

XY: you've got a bit of a fanbase yk

Marinette: WHAT DO I DO

Marinette: DO I JUST CONTINUE NOT TO POST OR SHOULD I POST SOMETHING ON MY STORY ABT HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR 200k

Marinette: HOW COME NONE OF MY FRIENDS TOLD ME ABT THIS

XY: don't post anything rn

XY: post a picture of yourself and the caption it something that shows ur thankful for the number of followers u received

XY: OH

XY: a few hours before u post the picture, make sure u post on ur story abt how ur back from ur break on social media

XY: that way ppl will understand why u haven't been active

XY: it'll also have ppl prepared for ur post and they'll be waiting for u to post it

XY: that'll give u more engagement and stuff

Marinette: thank u

Marinette: that was really helpful

Marinette: when should i post something?

Marinette: AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABT THIS

XY: u told ur friend that u were taking a break from social media right?

Marinette: yes

XY: then they probably weren't expecting u to post anything so they weren't checking ur insta

XY: u should post something on the weekend

XY: that way ppl wouldn't bother u during school this week

XY: if u want i can help u come up with ideas tomorrow?

Marinette: yes, please!

Marinette: do u wanna come over

Marinette: we can plan it in my room so that ppl won't overhear us

XY: guess I'll see u tomorrow then

XY: just text me the time ur available and I'll be there

Marinette: make sure to wear a disguise tho!

Marinette: we got lucky last time and no tabloids caught us

XY: ur right

XY: we must've been really lucky if no one got a pic of us

XY: but okay

XY: I'll wear my best disguise

XY: goodnight, princess

Marinette blinked a few times, making sure she read the text correctly.

Princess.

Marinette: goodnight ♥

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Summer Day | Ben White

Em, could you maybe write about summer day pool sex with Ben White...? The idea of his tanned skin, tattoos, and cute fucking face all over me in a pool have me dying rn

Word Count: 909

Warnings: teasing, pool sex (don’t try this at home - or if you do, be wary of infections lmao)

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“God, you look good,” is the first thing he says when you walk out into the back garden wearing nothing but your bikini.

“Thanks.” You flash him a smile, flipping the sunglasses perched on your head down onto your nose to shield your eyes from the sun. You pad over to him, the sound of your flip flops flapping against the soles of your feet. Leaning down, you take his chin in your hand and lean down to give him a quick kiss. When he reaches for you to deepen the kiss, you pull away, squealing, “Hey! I came out here to spend time with my boyfriend and finally see the sun after this whole week of being cooped up indoors. I’m not giving it up that easily.”

“Tease,” he moans, relenting and leaning back on his chair. He runs his fingers down your forearm, letting you go.

“If you think I’m teasing now, you’re gonna be in for it later, White.” You make sure to sway your hips a little more as you make your way over to your own lounge chair. You can feel Ben’s eyes on you as you sit down, grabbing the book you’d brought with you and turning to the page you’d last left off. You look up, giving him a smug smile before returning to your book.

***

“Do you want margaritas?” Ben asks out of the blue. His gaze on you is fixed and intense, making a little thrill race down your spine as he repeats the question.

“Is this some ploy to get me all liquored up so you can take advantage of me?” You giggle when he shakes his head innocently. “Alright, then. I’d love a margarita.”

“Kiss for good luck?”

“What do you mean ‘for good luck’?! You’re just going to the kitchen to grab the margarita mix and put some ice in a glass.” Ben quirks an eyebrow at you and you give him a sigh, rolling your eyes but kissing him anyway. “Good luck!” You yell sarcastically, laying back on the lounge chair and soaking up the sun. You’d long-since gotten bored with trying to read outside and changed to sunbathing, waiting excitedly for Ben to return with margaritas.

“Just the way you like it,” Ben says, breaking you out of your thoughts as he nudges you and hands you your margarita.

You take a sip while he watches you, licking the sugar off your lips. “Thank you, baby.”

Ben smiles wide, clinking his glass with yours before he lumbers back over to his chair. Your eyes are glued to his back as you watch him walk, your mind wandering to dirty scenarios as you think back to that kiss from earlier. “You’re staring, love,” he comments, not looking your way. “Getting a little hot and bothered?”

“Nothing a little dip in the pool can’t fix,” you retort, getting up with your margarita in hand as you make your way into the pool. The water is the perfect contrasting temperature to the weather and you love the way it feels on your skin. “Now who’s staring?”

Ben smirks as he leans back on his lounge chair, his tattooed arms flexing as he rests his hands behind his head and watches you. “So? How can I not when you’re my view? Might have to join you, though. It’s getting a little hot out…”

There isn’t much finesse as he gets up and cannonballs into the pool, making you scream as the water splashes you in the process. “What was that for?” You ask once he resurfaces, trying not to drool as the water drips off his body in ways that make you want to touch him.

“You looked like you needed to cool off,” he answers, walking toward you with intent in his eyes.

You don’t protest when he reaches for you, pulling you into him so you’re pressed flush against him. You run your fingers up his tattooed arms before linking your hands behind his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Ben responds quickly, pinning you against the side of the pool. He tugs on the strings holding your bikini top in place, pulling it off you and dropping it in the water. Your bottoms quickly follow, along with his swim trunks, and then he’s inside you. The water isn’t a good replacement for lube and it’s a little rough, but it’s what both of you need right now. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist so his cock hits you from a different angle.

“I told you not to be a tease,” he grunts in time with his thrusts. Your nails rake down his back in ways that you know will leave marks but you don’t care.

“Got me what I wanted, didn’t it?” You smirk, but it’s wiped away quickly when his dick hits your g-spot just right and your orgasm makes you lose all train of thought. His name is on your lips as you bury your face in the crook of his neck when you feel his cum coat your inner walls as he cums inside you.

Both of you groan when he pulls out of you, your body still sensitive from being used. “C’mon,” he murmurs, giving you another kiss. “I wanna fuck you on one of the chairs.”

You get out of the pool naked, staring at his ass as your body gets ready for round two.

#my writing: ben white #requests: ben white #ben white smut #ben white one shot #ben white imagine #ben white blurb

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dearest-kibble · 4 years

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yan kenma who has you locked up in his apartment- it’s been some time and you’ve given up escaping but you know he live-streams so you kind of start living small clues that you’re there in hope someone will figure it out? but instead of a viewer kenma finds out; and instead of stopping you he just decides to taunt you and play along to the point his viewers make it an inside joke- the emotional rollercoaster that would be? he wouldn’t have to punish you- the crushing despair is enough alone

This is so deliciously fucked up I love it,,, thank you anon, Kenma hits so different. I love him thank you so so so much. i am working on so much,,, thank you for being patient with all my uhhh lateness? this kinda became something a little different than the prompt but hopefully thats good?

Kenma Kozume x Fem reader

tw: Typical yandere-ness, humiliation? Sexism? Mentioned stalking, (If im missing anything please let me know my brain isn’t functioning rn)

You’re sitting on his lap, camera angled so that no one’s view is obstructed by your body, but so that all his views can clearly see you. You’ve been here so long, any hope of leaving, ironically, has left you. But, the thought crept slowly, surely, deeply into your brain and hasn’t left. You turn around on Kenma’s lap, straddling him and you’re sure the live chat is going a little crazy at the thought of Kodzuken having someone in his lap while he streams and he’s probably going to tell you to get off soon, but you’ve got the chat’s attention, and you are going to work with it. You tap Kenma’s cheeks, slight squish on them and you know he hates that it’s on camera all the same, you drum three fingers on his cheek, smiling at him for the camera as your fingertips meet his clammy skin. He doesn’t tell you to stop so across his cheek you swipe your thumb three times as tenderly as possible. As you stand from his lap, you pat his cheeks, three times delicately. You look into his eyes, still as calculating as when you met him, a deceptively warm amber with the tiniest hint of frustration (and somewhere inside, you know it’s probably with you but you can’t care.)

“I’m gonna sit on the couch, ‘kay?” You call softly, hoping you were subtle enough with your plea.

“Oh, okay,” And you think you’re free before he calls a “Wait! Come back for a little.” You’re even halfway to the couch before the words rope you back in. He beckons you to lean down, and whispers into your ear. “I noticed you trying to sign to get out. Morse code isn’t as subtle as you think, you might as well just ask them to get you out,” You chance a quick look towards chat.

“Was that morse code?”

“Holy shit! Yeah, I think that was SOS.”

“You think they actually need to get out or it’s one of those ‘my bfs terrible’ jokes?”

“You see the way they were straddling? Def not a hate my bf sorta thing.”

“See?” He’s still whispering into your ear, game forgotten in lieu of what might be called humiliation. “They won’t believe you because you want to be here. Regardless of what you say, you would’ve left already if you didn’t.” He smiles at you and affectionately pats your head. Like he’d pet a cat. The idea is still in your mind, though perhaps a little shallower. You glance at the chat once more, someone is still talking about it, but Kenma pushes you away with a “I’ll get you when I’m done, okay?” You end your night on the couch with Kenma. He smiles at you and puts your legs on his lap.

The next livestream is two days after the last one. You have something planned once more, hopefully more effective.

“I’m playing minecraft today, I could set up your computer, and we could play together?” His small smile is back. And though a kind gesture, all you can think about is how easily you could make a point.

“Okay!” The earlier plan is immediately forgotten, and thoughts of what you could do in a game, fills your mind. “Will I have a mic?”

“No, I can’t have you telling them can I?” And it clicks, because of course he’d taunt you. But it’s like your brain grew claws that cannot lose their hold.

“Will I have a camera?” And you know the answer, but Kenma might still surprise you. You’ve already had one shock tonight, maybe you’ll get another.

“No. Sorry. You have chat though.” He pats your head again, ruffling your hair. “I’ve already got you set up, c’mon.” He tugs at your hand, pulling gently.

“Thanks Kenma.” He’s put another computer across from his desk on a much smaller table made for playing cards.

“You’re all set up.”

“Yeah.” He clicks the mouse a few times, waves at the camera to his right. “Can everybody hear me?” He waits a few seconds for chat’s response. “Chat is saying yes, so let’s get right in?” He smiles sheepishly to his camera.

“Hi everyone, I’ m Kodzuken and today we are,” He pauses to look at you with honeyed amber eyes. “Playing Minecraft with my partner.” He nods in your direction. You just open the minecraft tab, the only shortcut that seems to be on the computer.

“It’s a LAN server, click that, okay?” So you click it and say nothing. You start to go through the motions of chopping a tree, making sticks, making a crafting table. Kennma is narrating what he does, and you’re not even sure where he is in game until you're knocked back and turn your mouse to look at him.

“Yeah, I know - she should be relying on me.” He’s responding to something in chat, he’s gotta be. You type a quick,

“What’re they saying?”

“Oh, that my girlfriend shouldn’t be so independent, you rely on me - I'm your boyfriend.” Kenma says it so casually, so acerbically that you immediately take off sprinting from the forest in game.

“She has these bouts - you saw them last stream - where she likes to try and ‘get away’.” Kenma laughs softly; little glockenspiel notes falling from his mouth. “It’s a really cute joke honestly! Anyway, I’ll put my minecraft bed next to hers later, right now...” You stop paying attention and start planning how you’d try to get your point across more clearly. You could make signs, say “Get me out!” Like Kenma suggested.

“Hey! He looks over the screen at you, piercing eyes staring right through you. “Don’t go off on your own, we’re staying together alright?”

“No.” He’ll have to deal with chatting, possibly hearing you by himself. And you continue through the coded forest. It goes pretty smoothly, though you’re sure Kenma is trying to find you, you’ve already created a mine for yourself, and made a little sign with instructions that reads: “Get me out!”

“Her voice is quite cute, isn’t it? I’ll get to hear it for the rest of my life.” He continues humming out yes’s and no’s to his audience that sit captivated in a land of blocks and pixels.

“Hey, I’m going to use the restroom, is it alright if my girlfriend takes over for me?” He stands, and waves you over into his chair that’s been made for gaming and padded with red accents. He watches you with his cat-like eyes as you sit down and pats your head. “I’ll be right back Kitty, behave.” And you hear his soft footsteps get farther away and the creak of the door twice before you finally look at chat.

Woa, Kudzu got lucky huh?

“Please,” You don’t sound nearly as someone might think you would. You’ve been here too long. “Get me out of here?”

Sure sweetheart, just come over to my place first.

“Just - get me away from him please!”

Girls are so whiny huh?

Hey man, its funny at least amiright?

“It’s not a joke -”

She’s really committed to this bit huh

Damn iim staartin to feel bad for ken

Me to :(

“I’ve been here for year and I don’t want to-”

Wow. what an ungrateful bitch.

Ikr? She’s got a bf and everything and she wants to get out?

“No- it’s not like that - he stalked me for months I-” And the familiar desperation you thought hoped beyond all hope that you had lost bleeds back into your voice all repression surfaces like the tide in your eyes.

Oh fuxxx we made her cry.

relax bet she’s just on her period or smth

“I am not!” A bubble of snot pops from your nose and mucus drips uncomfortably to your lips. “I just-”

What could you want that you don’t have.

“My house! My job! My friends!” And your voice breaks

She wants to go back to a job?

Crazy lady huh.

She wants friends when all she really needs is a man? smh.

“Kitten, what-”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” It’s an outburst that you’ll regret later, for one reason or another. But for now it’s a small comfort to speak your mind. With your voice wavering and congested, you choke out a “Let me go home.” Kenma’s eyebrows furrow but his eyes are still the calculating, cold amber they always are.

“Shh shh, it’s okay.” Instead of the quick pats he’s so fond of, he strokes your hair and massages the nape of your neck like he’s picking up a kitten who's gotten into a fight. “I’m going to cut the stream, okay?”

Who’d want to leave Ken, he’s cutting the stream short to help his gf.

…….yeah

I feel bad.

“You should. Please don’t make her cry.” A few clicks later and the stream cuts. “Do you want me to upload that one?” To get your message out? You’d do anything.

“Yes please…” Someone will have to see it. How miserable you are.

“Then it’ll go up, okay?” He pats your back twice, and he stands again to sit at the computer. Out of the blue he speaks again. “They’re right.” No no no no no. “I’m lucky, i’m so glad you're here with me and that you won’t leave.”

“I will get out!” The proof of your white hot anger is breaking the dam built in your throat.

“Where will you go? Your friends don’t know where you’ve gone, they won’t be happy with you coming back unannounced.”

“My parents-”

“You can rely on me, you don’t need anyone else.”

“But I-”

“Shhh kitty, you’re overreacting let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a stressful day.” And so he walks you back to the room you share that's covered in pictures, and he tucks you under the covers and dries your tears with a blanket. He whispers words to you, faint little nothings about games he’s going to play that you’ll enjoy watching and little bits of trivia about what “Kuroo” is up to. Eventually you fall asleep, with his hand in your hair and a chair pulled up close so he can stare. You both know it but no one will admit, some part of him will always enjoy how you lose hope so quickly.

once again! This should not’ve taken so long,,,, and it kinda deviates from request but! there we are! also,,,, you can’t tell me that like,,,,,,, kenma hasn’t been at least exposed to incels and or like,,,, really sexist guys he streams on twitch or youtube or something so- also thank you anon,,, i really like this one

#yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu kenma #kenma kozume #yandere kenma #yandere kenma x reader #hq kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #tw sexism

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short fuse.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: zero proof reading, ha sorry

A/N: hey guys, so i’m swamped with work rn so my writing process is totally stunted, so i’m sorry about the wait for a new fic. aside from that, i hit 118 followers??? that’s absolutely insane to me that 118 people wanna stick around to see more of my work, it makes me undeniably happy and so proud. So thank you, thank you, thank you. i wanna celebrate somehow, but i’m running dry on ideas. i shot a soulmate!au fred by my best friend and she was keen on it, so i’m leaning towards that, but i do want to celebrate in a way that caters to you guys. so my inbox is open for suggestions and requests while i handle personal obligations. sorry this was a bit of a long a/n, but i just wanna thank you all again so very much for choosing to stick around. it means a lot to me. thank you and enjoy <3

***

“I haven’t got a single clue as to what you’re talking about, she says! That’s a load of rubbish if I’ve ever heard it!”

[y/n] finally laxed and looked up from her hand, furrowing her brows as she continued to blow a soft gust of air onto the drying layer of nail varnish. Her eyes trailed along with Fred who was pacing around her dormitory, his face flushed in anger as he ranted on about some girl in his potions class who happened to piss him off earlier that morning.

“You’d think after Snape chewing our heads off about a less than perfect presentation she’d at least pull some of her weight! And I’m no academic mind you, but I would really prefer to avoid another one of my mum’s howlers this week,” he huffed, finally sitting down in one of the loveseats with an aggressive thump.

“If it’s angering you this much I suggest you either speak to Snape, but he’s insufferable so chance are that’ll bust. How do you feel about me hexing her?” [y/n] offered, offering him a small consoling smile, trying her best to lighten his mood.

It didn’t seem to work as the cloud of frustration continued to thunder above his head, the crease in his forehead more prominent than ever. He dragged his hand down his face and let his head loll back with a grunt, “I appreciate the offer but if I’m forced to another insufferable detention with Snape I’m going to do something awful.”

“What happened to the Fred who spends detention pranking Snape until he’s decided to stop giving you detention simply to avoid having to deal with your pranks again?” [y/n] queried, looking back up from the thumb she’d just fixed up.

“He went and died,” Fred grumbled, sinking further into his chair and frowning.

“Oh shove it, come here,” she waved him over, giving him a demanding stare when he remained deflated in his seat, “I said come here!”

He groaned like a petulant child and slid out of his chair, dragging all his weight as he shuffled over, plopping down onto the floor with a thud strong enough to shake the nail varnish container, earning himself a narrow glare from [y/n].

“Let me paint your nails,” she hummed, grabbing his hand and placing it in front of her without so much as a nod of confirmation.

He remained silent as she got to work, coating his nails in a fine layer of a lovely light blue, humming a small tune to herself as he continued to have the anger peel off him ever so slowly. As soon as she finished the first hand he silently gave her the other, resigning to blow a small gust of air onto the drying paint.

“You’ve gone all quiet, d’ya like getting your nails done?” she mused, grabbing one of the many q-tips spilled across her surface to wipe away at the still wet polish that dripped off the side of his thumbnail.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbled, back-tracking when she squeezed his hand to emphasize that she was just asking him a genuine question, “a little, yeah.”

“Well then you should ask me to paint them more often! I think I did a pretty good job and look-!” she held up their hands together, pressing hers right under his just enough to where you could still see his nails, “we match!”

Fred couldn’t carry his anger anymore, a smile finally creeping its way onto his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he returned the kind gesture. His heart decompressed, his posture relaxing as he blew off his remaining steam.

“See, all better- ah! Don’t move yet, they’re not dry,” she chastised him, bringing his hands back down flat against the surface, earning herself a shocked grimace from him, “sorry, I’d just hate for it to smudge.”

“S’alright,” he blew out a breath of air, his eyes scanning her appearance as she fussed over his nails just to make sure they were still intact.

He felt another smile coming on as he admired her. A concentrated crease in her brow, her hair out of place from the morning past, robes long discarded as she got comfortable despite the school uniform. It was impossible, he thought, to not be in love with her.

“What’re you lookin’ at Weasley? Planning to kill me in cold blood are ya?” she teased, finally content with her scan of his nails.

“If you keep biting at me with all that sass, maybe I will be,” he replied, sticking his tongue out playfully and scrunching his nose.

“Well if you wanna keep coming to me to vent you’re going to have to get used to sass. Besides I’ve known you for ages, this isn’t new, is it?” she queried, cocking her head to the side.

“It certainly isn’t,” he shook his head, “doesn’t mean you should keep doing it. But I rest my case.”

“Good, because we’re gonna be late to class, come on now.”

***

“I like the color mate, where’d ya get that fancy thing done?”

Fred looked up from the parchment in front of him, glancing over to Oliver who’d seemingly already finished up with his charms notes, “oh, it’s uh, [y/n]’s. She painted them for me before class.”

“Nice. Hopefully it doesn’t get ruined at practice today, which is after class don’t you forget it,” Oliver added, nodding his head as if he’d just aided Fred in avoiding a perilous fate.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Fred chuckled, rolling his eyes at Oliver’s typical attitude.

Oliver seemed content with that answer and went back to his work leaving Fred be. Before he could focus back on his work he felt a piece of paper pelt the back of his head, anger twitching in his temple at the annoying gesture. He glanced behind him and saw the crumpled paper on the floor, looking around the class to see a group of Slytherin quidditch players sitting around laughing amongst themselves.

Fred glowered at them and picked up the paper, unfurling it to see a few insults and some shitty grade-level doodle that insinuated Gryffindor was going to lose the upcoming match later that week. Anger bubbled within him once more as the small gesture relit the fuse [y/n] had supposedly managed to completely put out earlier that day.

Without so much as a side glance he stuck his arm out just enough to where the Slytherin’s could see it and Flitwick couldn’t, muttering a small incantation and feeling the paper burst into flames and reduce itself to ashes in his palm within seconds.

The Slytherin’s had gone and picked a poor day to get on Fred’s nerves as it didn’t take long for another few pieces of paper to be pelted at the back of his head. Unfortunately he had quite literally had it, his stool scraping behind him bringing everyone’s attention to him in the silent class as he thundered over to the Slytherin’s.

He approached them with fury biting into every step he took, his arm surging forward as he grasped the collar of one of the upper year players, a nasty glare painted onto his features.

“You’ve got something you wanted to say to me you slimy bastard?” Fred seethed, his other hand clenched at his side, ready to swing had things decided to take the turn he was anticipating.

“Yeah, didn’t you read the papers?” The Slytherin boy replied smugly, not frightened enough for the immanent danger he was in.

“I would’ve, but none of you are literate enough to form an understandable sentence,” Fred bit back, his brows set heavy on his face, anger practically rolling off him in waves.

The other boy didn’t seem to enjoy having his intelligence insulted, his own chair scraping behind him as he stood up, though it was comical to onlookers just how much taller Fred was than he.

“What’d you say to me, Weasley?”

“I said you’re a piece of shit who’s dumb as rocks.”

That was it. Fists started flying and a ruckus had immediately begun, some students cheering while others called Flitwick’s attention, begging him to intervene in the situation. Being as tall as he was, Fred didn’t have much difficulty tackling the other boy to the ground, taking a sharp swing to his face that landed with a uncomfortably loud thump. The kid cried in pain at that and was finally overtaken by his fighting spirit.

It want on like that for a while, the other kid managing to get in a few hits too, punching Fred in the mouth and landing a nasty kick to the stomach, before Professor Flitwick and another teacher who’d been panic called in finally stopped the brawl.

“Mr. Weasley, enough!” McGonagall snapped, standing in front of him as Oliver and two other Gryffindor’s corralled him to the side and away from the boy who was groaning in pain on the floor.

“But professor he-,”

“Forget detention, you need to be taken to the infirmary this instant! Wood, escort him there immediately and please try not to track blood in the corridors,” McGonagall sighed, exasperated with having to deal with yet another issue, turning on her heel to go attend to the obviously more battered student.

As Fred’s adrenaline finally subsided, pain started to seep into his face and chest, the feeling of fresh blood spilling out of his nose finally registering to him.

“C’mon mate, we’ve got to go before it gets worse,” Oliver insisted, trying his best to forcefully move Fred who was rooted in his place without hurting his injuries.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” Fred nodded, a far away quality to his voice as he and Oliver left the class to head to Madame Pomfrey’s.

***

“Is Fred here? Where is he? Oh, Fred!”

He looked up from the cup of medicine he’d just downed, his face recoiling in disgust at the flavor, eyes sealing shut as he forced it down. When he’d finally recovered from the rancid taste he saw [y/n] barreling towards him, panic glued to her features, her robes billowing behind her.

“Hey, [y/ln],” he grinned, setting the glass down and wincing in pain as he went to uncurl his hands, the knuckles still split open and raw as he waited to have them wrapped up.

“Don’t ‘hey [y/ln]’ me, what were you thinking?” she chided, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it to the side of his bed, “you look terrible.”

“Hey,” Fred pouted, endeared at her display of worry for his wellbeing, “But you honestly should’ve seen the other guy.”

“I did and as mad I want to be, you did do quite a number on him. But your hands! Oh dear me,” she sighed shakily, jumping up to go collect some gauze, tape, and disinfectant.

“They’re not that bad,” he mumbled as she grabbed one of his hands, guiding it in her direction ever so gently.

“You always say that,” she clipped, taking a cotton ball out of its container on the nightstand and soaking it in disinfectant, “now just brace yourself, it’s going to sting.”

Before Fred could get a word out he was hissing in pain, collapsing his shoulders inward as his body shivered with the sting. She cooed sweet words under her breath, quickly replacing the cotton ball with gauze to protect the now freshly clean wound. After repeating the same process over again she set his now wrapped hands in his lap, discarding of the used things and returning the tools to their designated spot.

“All better,” she smiled, reaching forward and squeezing the uninjured part of his hand kindly, rubbing her thumb over the tightly wound gauze.

Fred’s heart swelled as he watched her, the fight feeling all the more worth it to have her fawn over him, “Yeah, all better.”

“Madame, he should be free to leave shouldn’t he?” [y/n] asked as Madame walked over, a tray of tools and medications in her hands.

“I’d wish it so. Mr. Weasley please remove your shirt so I can get a good look at your injury,” Pomfrey instructed, setting her tools down on the nightstand, “and [y/n] please move to the other side so I can get to work.

[y/n] passed him a wide-eyed glare as she maneuvered to the other side of the bed, her worry quickly being shoved to the side as he revealed his toned abdomen right in her face. Had circumstance not have been so worrisome, she probably would’ve been all over him, however the school infirmary was the last place she was going to do something like that.

She cast her gaze down, pretending to occupy herself with picking at her nails as she desperately tried to focus on anything but him. She could see him looking at her quizzically, but she still refused to cave and play into her not to so pure thoughts.

“Alright, luckily there isn’t more than a bit of nasty bruising and some small fractures. I’ll go get you another dosage of medication but it’ll require that you stay the night in the infirmary,” Madame Pomfrey nodded, lifting her tray and scurrying away, continuing onto the next ailment she had to attend to.

“Stay the night, rubbish,” Fred groaned, letting his fall back against the railing of the bed with a small thunk, his chest rising and falling softly as he stared at the ceiling.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, you’re staying here or I’ll give you different reason to,” [y/n] deadpanned, folding her arms across her chest as she finally looked up at him.

“And what will you do? Hmm?” He smiled smugly, sitting back up and folding his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing with the movement.

“I-,” her brain ran blank as she quickly averted her gaze, her leg bouncing conspicuously fast, “I don’t know. Something bad probably.”

“Something bad,” he repeated with a lilt, quirking his head to the side, “ is that ‘something bad’ bothering you, [y/n]?”

Her eyes proceeded to grown wider if that was at all possible as she fumbled to find a witty response to snip back at him, but it was no use, she was all hot and bothered and at a loss of words. She resigned herself to a small shake of her head, casting her eyes down to her lap.

“Oh,” he hummed, a smugness practically dripping from his voice, “I get it, you like what you see don’t you?”

“Okay you know what, I think you’re in good hands and you’re going to be just fine on your own and now that I know you’re not dead, I’m going to head back to my dormitory now!” She jumped up, her chair scraping across the floor with an uncomfortable screech as she turned on her heel to leave.

“Now hold on-,” he interjects, grabbing her wrist the best he could with his restricted mobility, tugging her back slightly, “I was only kidding, you know that. I appreciate you coming to check up on me.”

He watched her decompress, her eyes glancing down to where he held her wrist with a tiny smile pulled onto her lips, “Of course, any time Freddie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually must go for homework purposes, but I might be back later. Take care.”

“Take care!” he called after her.

***

Fred cozied himself into the covers, the gentle pitter patter of the rain outside the many infirmary windows becoming the background to his thoughts as he tried to fall asleep. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, folding his hands over his chest as he found himself uncapable of falling asleep.

He was bored out of his mind, usually when he found himself in similar circumstances in his dorm he had something on hand to occupy his busy brain. However the infirmary didn’t really provide much to do unless he wanted to get up, steal a stethoscope, and start playing a one-sided game of doctor.

Before he could roll back onto his side and pull the covers closer to his chin to try and force himself asleep, a small outburst of noise drew his attention. As alertness spiked in him, he quietly reached for his wand on his nightstand, wrapping his hand around it and drawing it back under the covers, his mind starting to recite as many defense hex's he could think of.

As he prepared himself to turn around he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and before he could start screaming to try and grab everyone and their mother’s attention, another hand placed itself over his mouth followed by a shushing command.

He turned his head and felt a sudden wave of relief flooding over him as he registered the faux perpetrator, his heart then picking up pace for the same reason.

“Hey,” [y/n] smiled softly, he eyes sunken in a sleepy sort of way. “I’m gonna move my hand, don’t scream.”

Fred rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less, “you could’ve given me a heads up that you were coming, I would’ve tried harder to look more presentable.”

She looked up from her open bag at her side, her brows pushing together as she stared at him with a confused yet amused look, “you look just fine, Freddie. What’re you on about?”

Fred struggled to bite back a laugh, shaking his head as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, the blanket bunching around his waist, “Nothing, nothing- hey, what’d you even come here for anyway? Couldn’t resist being away from me for so long?”

“You wish, Weasley,” she rolled her eyes, thanking her lucky stars that there was a chair nearby and she wouldn’t have to make any extra noise bringing it over, “I’m here to paint your nails.”

“Oh,” he glanced down at his hands, noticing she was, in fact, right about the presumed notion that he needed a repaint, “Are they still gonna be blue?”

“Well, I brought the lot of the varnish with me, I was just going to let you pick,” she smiled, setting the bag down into his lap.

His face beamed as he rolled the tote bag down, revealing the pile of nail varnish containers, a childish grin spreading out on his face as he browsed the collection. [y/n] smiled to herself and prepped the nail varnish remover to get rid of the cracked and chipped polish already on his fingers.

“Can I mix ‘n match?” he quipped, holding up two colors to the moonlight to get a better look at them.

“If you’d like,” she shrugged, “it’s up to you.”

“Sick! Can I do one hand black and one red?” his voice buzzing with excitement.

“Certainly, hand them over and we can start,” she chuckled, taking the two colors and setting the rest at the foot of the bed

She pulled one of his hands to her gently, swirling the cotton ball over his nails to remove the polish. A giggle escape her when he scrunched his nose at the bitter smell of the acetone, the fumes making him blink rapidly as he got used to it.

“Well that’s mad, it feels like that stuff should’ve melted my fingers off,” he breathed incredulously, shaking his head to get rid off the weird buzz that had fanned over his brain.

“It certainly does and unfortunately the effects don’t change, you can never really get used to it,” she sighed, grabbing his other hand, continuing to wipe away at the blue.

The two feel back into silence as she feel into her focused stupor, her lips pursed to blow a small gust of wind to dry the remaining acetone while she shook a bottle of varnish in her other hand. Fred watched her with wide, adoring eyes, absolutely enamored with how dedicated she was to the task at hand. He let her continue on without interjecting, for the first time that night the silence was inviting and he quite enjoyed just hearing the clink of the cap against the bottle and the intermingling of their breaths.

“You have nice hands,” she noted absentmindedly, capping the black varnish and beginning to help it dry, missing the look Fred gave her at the suggestive nature of her compliment.

“Thanks,” he hummed, redirecting his attention to the shiny layer of red on his right hand while she continued to blow air onto his left.

“Of course,” she hummed, “now let me see both of your hands, I don’t want it to be messy.”

Fred complied and shifted his body so he was facing her, setting both his hands in her own while she inspected his nails, her focus so dedicated to her task that she yet again missed the adoring look he was giving her. A smile quirked at his lips as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his hands, triple-checking that the varnish was indeed dry.

“Well, I suppose that does it,” she nodded, satisfied with her handy work, “d’ya like it?”

“More than anything,” he beamed, “are you going to leave now?”

“Only if you want me to, I don’t have classes tomorrow morning so I have no problem staying up,” she shrugged, secretly wishing he’d request her company.

“That’d be lovely, I was having trouble sleeping anyway,” he nodded.

“Same here. I can imagine it was only harder for you with your injuries,” she noted sadly, glancing over at his still wrapped hands, the gauze looking like it was fresh.

“It’s not too bad, Madame Pomfrey gave me some painkillers so I’m doing alright. Besides it’s not so bad since I have you,” he added, fiddling with the folded covers around his knees.

Her eyes widened a bit as she processed his confession of sorts, her heart picking up pace in her chest at his vulnerability, her next words coming out in a hush, “That’s sweet, Freddie.”

“I’d hope so,” he whispered, raising his brows as he bobbed his head in an awkward sort of nod.

[y/n] reached forward again and took one of his hands into hers, boldly lifting it to her lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his bandaged knuckles, squeezing his wrist gently. It was all too much for Fred, she’d been too kind all day and here she was sitting in front of him now, kissing his hand and smiling at him all too innocently for how badly he wanted to kiss her then and there.

But he was at a loss of words and she was at a loss of restraint, trailing her lips up so she could press another kiss to the inside of his wrist and then the small divot of his elbow, slowly but surely pulling him forward towards her. Fred didn’t mind it though, he leaned into her with every advance, his breath coming to a stand still in his throat as she neared his face.

Her chair pushed behind her with a faint scraping noise as she stood up to accommodate for their height difference, his hand now intertwined with her own down at her side as she looked him straight in the eyes. The tension in the air was palpable and though she had been taking the initiative all day, he didn’t need anyone to tell him twice just what he needed to do.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“You most certainly can.”

Though he felt himself surge forward with urgency, the entire thing was as slow and sultry as they could get it. Their lips molded together softly, gentle kisses passed between each of them, quiet endearments passed between each pause for breath before going in for more. Fred cupped the back of her head with his free hand, hers doing relatively the same as she lifted her knee to his side so she could stabilize herself.

The kisses quickly became deeper, not necessarily desperate, but long and drawn out, both of them wanting to melt into the other for eternity. [y/n] wished so desperately that the circumstance were different enough to where she could curve into him, be able to feel over his arms and chest and relish in every inch of him that she’d fallen in love with. Fred similarly thought the same, his hand squeezing hers every so often to remind himself that she was there and this was happening and she was his.

When they pulled away, [y/n] pressed her forehead to his, letting their hands unwind so she could cup his face and he could caress her hips. Their breaths mingled in the buzzing silence, heart’s thumping in their ears as they relished in one another’s presence. She turned her head to the side to pepper kisses against his cheek, tilting it downward to trace loving kisses along his jawline too. He let out a breathy chuckle, feeling bad that he couldn’t just pull her into his lap and show her as much affection as she was showing him, but he knew deep down their current options were limited.

“I adore you Freddie,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the divot where his ear met his jaw, her fingers moving to card through his hair.

Fred couldn’t believe how utterly at a loss for words he was. It was so unlike him to not have a witty word or two to put in, especially after such a moment that begged for its tension to be resolved. But after the rough day he’d had, he thought it fine to let himself receive rather than give, even if just this once.

“You’re amazing, [y/l/n],” he chuckled softly, moving his hands so they were rubbing her back gently, her shirt riding up every so often with his movements.

“As are you,” she hummed, finally pulling back to admire her lover’s face, her thumb tracing over his jaw, nose, and lips, an adoring gaze melted onto her features.

“Thank you. For all you’ve done for me today,” he added, wanting to emphasize just how appreciative he was of her, knowing he’d hopefully be able to truly make it up to her later.

“That’s what you do for people you love, right?” she smiled, biting back a giggle when his face drew into one of bashfulness.

“I suppose so,” he returned the smile, pulling her face back down for one more savored kiss, a sigh escaping her as she melted into his embrace once more, “now what do you suppose we do for the next couple hours, that is if you intend to stay?”

“Well see,” [y/n] shrugged, “now scoot over that chair is ghastly, I don’t want to sit in it anymore.”

“And were back,” Fred chuckled, obliging her request to make room for her on the bed.

“What?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” he shook his head.

“Yeah, nothing, sure,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs under her as she got comfy across from him.

“It is nothing!” he scoffed, kicking her before crossing his legs underneath him.

“Rubbish.”

“I warned you what would happen if you kept giving me sass didn’t I,” he quirked a brow, folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t, we may never know,” she lilted, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Fred exhaled and lolled his head to the side, unable to hide the grin on his face, “whatever, now, I bet you’re wondering how the fight went!”

“Oh yes! But spare the nasty details, I can handle it, I’d just prefer not to.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

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