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why-what-no · 1 year

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I’m All Yours

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, reader is a bit of a badass

Notes: Once again, British people feel free to bully me if I’ve written British-people-speak badly, I’m always ready to improve. Requests open for Lockwood and co

Summary: Lockwood had been trying to recruit a fellow agent for ages, despite the fact that she claims to work alone. But when she gets hurt on a mission and asks for his help, she finally find out just how much he wants her to join Lockwood and co

Honestly, if (Y/N) didn't know better, she'd say that Anthony Lockwood was obsessed with her.

The two of them were both ghost hunters, some of the best at what they do. But while Lockwood had his little team, (Y/N) felt a lot more comfortable working by herself. Once upon a time, she had a partner. But the thing about agents is that they had a habit of dying.

So now she did her own thing.

Lockwood didn’t get the hint, however. They bumped into each other plenty of times, crossing paths during missions and sharing info when needed. (Y/N) liked him, she could definitely see how he inspired such loyalty in his coworkers.

And now, every time they see each other, the posh boy tried to get her to join Lockwood and co. Honestly it was a bit funny to (Y/N), teasing Lockwood about seeming desperate.

She liked him, and his team. They were always kind to her and clearly talented. But she wasn’t willing to put in the effort to care about a group who had a habit of throwing themselves into danger.

Lockwood was clever and handsome, but (Y/N) were well aware that boys like him, posh boys with charming grins and silver tongues... they were more dangerous that any of the ghosts she faced. He’d make her as attached to him as his team was, and she was well aware of his messy relationship with his own mortality… and his difficulty (or inability) sharing his personal thoughts and feelings.

At least, that was what she told herself. Until…

***

35 Portland Row’s landline was ringing. It was late at night, a time when ghosts owned the streets.

Usually Lockwood and co were doing a mission at that time. But tonight was a calm night. At least for them.

Anthony Lockwood picked up the phone. “Lockwood and co, how can I help you?” He said in his best professional, costumer service voice.

"Hello, Lockwood, my love. How are you?" (Y/N)’s voice came through the phone, and he immediately relaxed. Leaning against the counter, he smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I'm doing well (Y/N). Always a joy to hear your voice. How are you? What can I do for you?"

"Umm, so, funny story... I’m doing a mission right now and I had a little bit of an accident.” His smile immediately dropped. “Ghost was stronger than I thought. My arm is most likely broken and I'd quite appreciate some help if you're free." She told him the address, then paused. The silence made him more nervous that her words, he knew how much she hated asking for help. It must be serious for her to call him like that. "Okay, so... ghost is back. If you could come quickly, that would be appreciated."

She hung up.

Lockwood had never gotten his team and equipment together so fast in his life.

***

When they got to the house that (Y/N) was allegedly in, they immediately tracked her location from the noises coming from the top floor.

“Fucking hell! You cunt!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, followed by a crash. Of course she would try to fight a ghost verbally when she couldn’t fight it physically

Lockwood and co sprung into action, going after the ghost and searching for the source. Lockwood’s first priority was (Y/N), finding her turning her sweater into a makeshift sling for her arm.

“Are you alright?” He rushed out, checking her over for bleeding.

“Yeah, I…” She began to speak before she noticed something behind them. “Looks out!” She shoved him to the side, grabbing her sword from the ground and swinging it at the ghost that had just appeared.

Lockwood gathered himself, quickly finding the source and covering it. The ghost had been dealt with.

(Y/N) sighed in exhaustion once he did, collapsing against the wall. “Cheers, Lockwood. I owe you.”

"You manage to save me from getting ghost touched.” He replied, chuckling as he willed his heart to return to it’s normal speed . “With a broken arm... while I was trying to save you."

"I'm just that good, Lockwood…. Huh, good, Lockwood. That rhymes."

(Y/N) walked off, going to find the rest of Lockwood’s team. He just shook his head, amused. He never had any idea where (Y/N) mind was. No matter how many times he found her, she kept disappearing on him. It drove him crazy.

***

In that case, however, (Y/N) ended up following them back to 35 Portland Row. Letting Lucy put a proper bandage on her as George and Lockwood locked the source away in the basement.

“You know, it’s never boring working with you lot.” She said to the other girl. “Very fun.”

Lucy chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”

“Touché.”

(Y/N) flinched as Lucy pressed a little too hard. She moved away, immediately apologetic. “Sorry.” She paused. “You are right, though, it is fun. It would be nice to work together more. Lockwood can have his dream of being the best agents in the company, and I could finally have another girl around.”

(Y/N) chuckled, although she couldn’t hide a smile at Lucy’s words. It felt nice to be appreciated. “Maybe you’re right.” Was her response. “Although you certainly sound like Lockwood right now.”

Lucy gave her an expression of fake offence. “The horror.” She said, causing the girls to dissolve into laughter.

Lockwood joined her and Lucy in the sitting room as soon as he was done in the basement. The other girl made an excuse to leave, meaning that (Y/N) and Lockwood were alone together.

She sighed, speaking first. "I know what you're gonna ask, and at this point..."

"At this point you want to know why I still bother?"

Normally she didn’t like to be interrupted. But he was right. She nodded

“You scared me today (Y/N).” Lockwood admitted, sitting down so that he was facing her. “I got that call and I was worried that I'd be attending your funeral this time tomorrow."

That thought had been floating around in her head the last few hours. However, she has too much faith in her own abilities. “That wouldn’t happen."

Lockwood didn’t have nearly the same amount of blind faith in her abilities. He knew she wasn’t immortal. He knew what happened to most agents. "It would. And because we don't work together, I wouldn't even know you were gone until it hit the news. It's not like we have any mutual friends who would tell me. I'd open the newspaper one morning and find out that I'd never hear one of your sarcastic little comments again."

It took (Y/N) a moment to figure out a response for that. Lockwood’s voice had cracked when he said those words, clearly hating the idea. Honestly, she hated that idea too. She had told herself not to get attached, but it might have been too late for that.

But she didn’t want Lockwood to know that. "Yeah, that sounds tragic." Was all she said. Hating her words as soon as she said them.

But Lockwood continued, reaching out to take her hands. "So please stay. If you really need to, you can do some missions solo as a member of the agency. I just want to make sure you come through this house every day. Just think about it, alright?”

It was tempting, so tempting. Part of her wanted to agree just to make him happy.

She didn’t respond, and he just chuckled at her stubbornness. “ In the meanwhile we should probably get you checked out at a DEPRAC hospital, make sure the bone is set properly." He told her, soft concern in his eyes.

The concern nearly made her shiver, and she immediately put her cool facade back on.

"Taking me to the hospital, huh?” Her tone turned flirty. “You know, Lockwood, if you wanted to ask me on a date, you could just say so."

"He paused, and then after a moment, he chuckled. "Alright then. Would you want to go on a date with me?" There was an almost nervous look in his eyes as he waited for her response."

That was unexpected.

"Are you being serious?"

"What? Have I been better at hiding my feelings for you than I thought I had?” Lockwood was full on grinning, at her shock. “Lucy and George have been teasing me about fancying you for ages."

"Is that why you've kept trying to recruit me?" She was trying to make sense of his words. Was he really just as interested in her as she was with him.

"I've been trying to recruit you because you're amazing at what you do, and because it's suicidal to work alone.” He corrected her, not wanting her to double her abilities. “However, enjoying your presence to the extent that I do was certainly a bonus."

"Wow, so charming. I bet that you say this to all your recruits. Did Carlyle and Karim get this same heartfelt confession?"

"No, just you. You're just special."

(Y/N) sighed, leaning back. Her gaze was pinned on Lockwood with the aim of making him nervous.

"If I say yes, to both joining you and going out with you, there will be no backtracking. You hear me? I want honesty and trust from you, I won't be chasing after some boy who is too scared to open up to me or treat me as an equal. I have better things to do."

She needed him to agree to that. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand any behaviour like that. If she was meant to depend on him, she had to know he would give her the same regard.

Part of (Y/N) expected him to avoid her words. But to her surprise (underestimating just how much he wanted her with him), he nodded. "Why would you even think of chasing after me? I've spent so much time chasing after you that it's practically my natural state at this point." His sentence ended with that charming grin, the one that made her feel like Eve in the garden.

She tried to stay firm, to fight against that grin he gave her. But the idea of living under the same roof as his and his friends, befriending them herself... Of eventually being able to go on that date with the mysterious and charming Lockwood boy... it overrode her desire to need nobody but herself.

"Alright then, darling.” She threw her hands up in defeat, but there was a wide smile on her face. A twinkle in her eyes. “I'm all yours."

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Skinny-Dip

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: A chance encounter in a rooftop pool after midnight

Warnings: Nudity, flirting. banter. Nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.0 k (250 words drabbles I am too funny)

Authors Note: Eleventh in my 2k Follower Celebration drabbles. This is a request fill for @musicismyoxygen84 with the prompt “I forgot my towel” (ask here). Sorry lovely, I have no idea where this came from, but I hope you don't mind it. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“We have to!” you point excitedly at the rooftop pool.

“You’re on your own…”

“C'mon, it will be funnnnn,” you insist. “I'm not suggesting skinnydipping; just dip our toes in!”

“Nooo. Bed for me. Too tipsy, Enjoyyyyy,” she slurs and pats your cheek.

And thus, you find yourself, without your best friend, making your way outside to the rooftop pool at 1 am.

When you get there, there’s a lovely gentle breeze and the lights of the city twinkle all around. It’s quite magical in some ways. Or maybe that's the wine talking.

You are humming to yourself, removing your shoes and sitting at the pool edge, when you belatedly realise you are not alone. Someone is already in the pool at the far end. It's a man, only his head above the water, and he appears to be looking over at you slightly sheepishly as if you have interrupted something that he shouldn't be doing. Now that you are paying attention, you can see he is rather handsome.

“Miss, please could you do me a favour?” his smooth, refined, posh really, voice rings out.

Your brow knits. “What?”

“I don't suppose you could pass me one of those, could you?” he requests politely, nodding to the rack on the wall behind you. “I forgot my towel.”

“Why can't you get one yourself?” you retort with alcohol-induced bluntness after a brief look behind.

“I wasn't expecting anyone else to come out here…” he begins, and there appears to be an adorable tint high on his cheekbones.

“So?” you shrug.

“Well, I had thought a skinny dip would be refreshing…” he confesses awkwardly.

And the penny drops.

“Ohhhh….”

You can't help it; your gaze drops. But even with the pool lit underwater, you can't make anything out at this distance. Sadly. If only there weren't so much chop in the water, you might have a better ch…

“Don't you believe me or something?” he questions with a teasing lilt, and you guiltily snap your eyes back to his face and see the smug crooked smile there. He knows exactly what you were doing.

“Sorry, I… look, it's a natural reaction…” you throw your hands up, your tipsy brain not bothering to attempt a lie. “I’d do the same if you told me there was a plane in the sky. I’m going to look. It’s who I am.”

“There is a plane in the sky,” he fires back deadpan, and you look up on instinct.

Sure enough, there are indeed some telltale blinking lights.

“Well, at least you were being honest.” he chuckles.

You stick your tongue out, and that makes him laugh harder.

“So… towel? Please?” he looks hopeful.

You lean back casually on your hands, knowing it pushes out your breasts, and cock your head to the side. This could be fun.

“That seems like a you problem,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow. You want to see where this could go. If nothing else, it's a fun flirtation.

He gapes at you momentarily, and then he smirks.

“If I have to get out naked to get one for myself, it will surely become a you problem?” he opines, swimming towards you.

“I’m willing to run that risk,” you answer back, and there's a little frisson through your body as he draws closer, and you can see just how attractive he is. Oh shit, that is one handsome face.

“Well, I suppose I should introduce myself as you insist on seeing me in the altogether,” he states drily as he draws up right in front of where your feet dangle into the water. “I’m Benedict,” he offers as he stands up to full height in the water.

And for a split second, you just stare. Watching rivulets of water run from broad shoulders onto a smooth, toned chest smattered with freckles down to a tapered waist. Oh shit, that is an excellent body too.

“Y/n…” you respond, distracted, your tongue feeling heavier in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” The tone is warm, pitched lower and something in your gut flutters.

“Likewise,” you respond, feeling a tug of a smile at the corner of your lips. “And for the record, I am not insisting on anything. You could stay in this pool until I am done dipping my toes, and then there is no need to show me anything,” you point out with a wry tone.

“And how long might that be?” he inquires, bemused, crossing his arms in a way that seems to intentionally enhance the muscle in his arms. Bastard.

“Ah, that's one of life’s great mysteries, isn't it?” you shoot back, feeling a glow spreading behind your ribs that this could be something. It's been a while since you flirted so easily with anyone, especially anyone this handsome.

“There is another answer to the dilemma here,” he offers, dipping back into the water and pulling up to your left side.

“I’m listening….” you gaze down at him, captured by his soft hazy eyes.

“If you were skinny dipping too, then we would be equally embarrassed,” he offers nonchalantly with a lazy smile, kicking his body out backwards, intentionally, so you can see that he is indeed very naked. And his bottom and legs are very shapely too. You are left in no doubt now, and the spike of endorphins through your bloodstream is exhilarating.

“Now there is an idea…” you flirt back and, throwing caution to the wind, push off your hands and slip into the pool. The cool water is a balm to your heated body, flush with excitement and possibility.

“You're still dressed,” he twists towards you and pouts, eyes sparkling, that killer lopsided grin returning.

“Am I…?” you volley back and raise an eyebrow as you peel off your top and throw it onto the poolside.

The look he shoots you is blistering, and you know, without a shadow of a doubt, you are about to tick ‘sex in a pool’ off of your bucket list.

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 2 years

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SWEET!

dating bachira hcs

gender neutral reader

Dating Bachira means that you don’t have a single moment to be bored. The boy always keeps you on your toes: pointing out things that catch his attention, playing with your fingers and hands, blowing your phone up with all sorts of funny pictures that remind him of you. If you want a boyfriend who’ll keep you entertained and won’t leave you alone for a moment, Bachira is the perfect match for you! The world is filled with all sorts of wonderful things for him to discover with you, and he doesn’t want to waste a single moment uncovering surprise after surprise. He feels so energetic whenever you’re in the picture that he can’t help himself but transfer some of that contagious happiness to you.

His favorite dates are unsurprisingly dessert cafés and anything that allows the two of you to do something hands-on together. Bachira loves ordering gigantic, sugary parfaits that he insists on spoon-feeding to you. He’ll do that for a bit before handing you the spoon, cupping his own face with his hands, and declaring that it’s your turn to return the favor to him. If he’s feeling particularly playful, he might take a swipe at the whipped cream with his finger only to smear it on the tip of your nose. Don’t get too mad at him; he’ll happily clean it up by giving you a small kiss where he made his mess. Bachira’s still waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch you with whipped cream on your mouth so he can lean in for a honeyed kiss on your lips.

Bachira totally is the kind of boyfriend who owns a Polaroid. He’ll take pictures with you whenever he feels happy, and he decorates his room with them. They can be anything from snapshots at big anniversary dates to the time you made him laugh so hard he snorted his milkshake out of his nose. He’ll sometimes ask you to write down little notes on the film’s edge with a marker to commemorate whatever he’s captured in the photo, and Bachira gets giggly if you doodle things like small bees or hearts over them. Alongside using the pictures as decoration, he keeps his favorite inside his phone case and stares at it whenever he feels like seeing you. One thing he wants to try out is cheap photo booths with you, taking candid pictures and surprising you by stealing a quick smooch on the last one.

Some other favorites as far as dates go are art activities with you! He’ll take you out to couple painting sessions or pottery classes. He doesn’t care about whether or not you paint the next Van Gogh; he just likes spending time with you and keeping himself busy. Bachira treats every one of your creations like they belong in the Louvre, and he’ll happily show them off to his mom. Bachira has a whole shelf dedicated just for the artwork you made with him, and when she has the time, his mom even crafts up super posh mock wall labels detailing your creative process. Sometimes when he feels lonely, Bachira will take down a piece and run his fingers alongside the work, and it’s his special way of reminding himself that you’re with him and that you love him very much. He’d much rather call you or cuddle you to chase away his blues, but reminiscing over your dates together is a close second.

On the topic of his mom: Bachira’s mom absolutely adores you! She’s thrilled that Bachira has someone who’s as enthusiastic about life as he is, and she never fails to pamper you whenever you swing by. She’s the biggest supporter of your relationship with him, to the point that she’s jokingly offered to paint your wedding portrait with him. Bachira likes to take quick photos or videos of the two of you together specifically to send to his mom, and without fail, she sends back a text telling you two to enjoy yourselves! If you ask her, she’ll happily share any baby pictures she has of Bachira (including a picture of baby Bachira butt-naked and covered in paint, eagerly crawling on top of a blank canvas).

Nothing makes Bachira happier than seeing you sitting next to his mom at his games. There’s something so terribly endearing about the way he scans the seats to try and track the two of you down, his eyes lighting up like Christmas lights when he notices the two of you cheering at him. He breaks out into the biggest grin he can muster, jumping up and down as he waves cheerfully at the two of you. Sometimes you even blow him a kiss, and he’ll dramatically clasp at his chest like he’s been shot with Cupid’s arrow before blowing one back at you. Even if his teammates tease him for being so in love, it makes his heart swell with affection to know that you care so much about his passion for soccer.

As much as he loves doing all these fun things with you, what Bachira loves most about you is your unconditional support. You’re always there for him at the end of late night practices, and you’re always cheering him on no matter what part of his journey he’s on. Bachira remembers the nights where he practiced alone and walked back home alone all too well. Seeing you run up to him with a water bottle and a big hug makes your presence all the more special to him. He doesn’t know how to properly express it without getting a little emotional, so for now, he’ll return your hug with a tight squeeze. But he promises that one day he’ll muster up the proper words to thank you for making that vast and lonely world of his much more bearable.

“Another big day in front of us, huh? No worries, it’s gonna be great! You have nothing to worry about when I’m here! Let’s go with the flow, and we’ll make the most out of what we’re given. Have some faith in me! Has there ever been a time you didn’t have fun when you were with me? Nope! You’ll be nothing but smiles when you’re with me!”

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emotionalcadaver · 28 days

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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: There is the selling of the jewels still to be dealt with, as well as some nasty business involving the other members of the Shelby family.

Word Count: 3,547

Notes: We are finally at the end of this part! I know it's taken me a long time to get all this out, and I am truly sorry for that! Hopefully, I will be able to get back onto an at least semi-consistent posting schedule. And stay tuned for more Tommy x Lucy! There's a whole bunch yet to come, both for this series, and for some AUs I've been working on.

Thank you again so much to everyone for reading and commenting on my work! It means the world to me!

Warnings for depictions of violence.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 26: The King's Shilling

The jewels inside the bags rustled, a few precious pierces clinking together with her steps as Lucy followed Tommy down the dirt path. Waiting for them, standing beside a man seated at a tiny little desk, a case clutched in her gloved hands, was Tatiana. Tommy dumped his two bags onto the desk, then reached back to take the ones Lucy was also carrying. They were selling everything they’d stolen to Tatiana, except for the jewels Lucy had picked out. Those, Tommy had insisted, were hers.

While Tatiana and Tommy talked, the man at the desk set to work analyzing the jewels’ value. Lucy kept an eye on him, to make sure that there was no funny business. After all the trouble those jewels had caused, they needed to get their money’s worth.

After the man confirmed the jewels, Tommy took the case from Tatiana, popping it open and examining the bills inside.

“Where will you go?” he asked as he counted.

“Vienna,” a smile, that looked like she was almost trying to suppress, crossed Tatiana’s face. “There is a man waiting for me.”

Tommy chuckled. “Poor man.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes, further examining Tatiana’s face. There was a slight giddiness to her features at just the mention of the man. She cocked her head, wondering if that flash of something that had danced across the Duchess’s face really was love.

Maybe.

She looked over at Tommy, counting the notes in the case at her side.

It was more likely than it may have seemed.

Afterall, everything that had transpired between them and Tatiana had been just business. Nothing more.

And perhaps Tatiana deserved more credit than she had initially given to her.

Satisfied by the count in the case, Tommy flicked the clasps on it closed and picked it up. He hesitated a moment, then held out his hand for Tatiana to shake. She clasped it in her expensively gloved hand, then took a step forward, plucking his cigarette from his lips and kissing him. When she was finished, she leaned back with a smirk. Tommy just stared at her for a long moment, and then turned away, wholly unaffected.

“You too, lovely,” Tatiana crooned, slinking two steps towards Lucy, resting her hands on her shoulders before slanting her mouth over hers. She distantly heard the posh man sitting at the desk give out a small, incensed gasp. Internally rolling her eyes at the reaction, she leaned into the kiss a little just to spite him.

“That is how Russians say goodbye,” Tatiana purred once she stepped back. Lucy snorted, shooting a look over at Tommy, who was watching them with a somewhat bemused expression.

“Maybe we should pay a visit to Russia sometime.”

He snorted, jerking his head towards the car. “Come on, love.”

She bit back a snicker when she noticed just how red the man seated at the desk had gone, staring pointedly at the bags of riches in front of him. They got only a few paces away when Tatiana called after them.

“Also, five-thousand pounds for the sex.”

Tommy froze. Then spun on his heel and stomped back to the desk, throwing the case atop it and flinging it open, pulling out a stack of notes and handing them to her.

“And five for helping you through the grief of losing your wife.”

Lucy went stiff, jaw clenching. And here she was just starting to like the woman a little.

Tatiana’s dark-lined eyes sparkled. Tommy stared at her for a long, unimpressed moment, then slammed the case shut and picked it up again. He got right into her face, voice low.

“You didn’t even come close.”

Lucy would’ve clapped, if it had felt appropriate.

Tommy spun away, and she fell into step beside him, picking their way carefully over the uneven road to the car. There was the hum of the man and Tatiana’s voices behind them.

“Nice comeback.” Lucy commented to Tommy in a low voice. He shrugged.

“Thanks.”

There was the earth-shattering bang of a gunshot from behind them, and she jumped, hand going into her coat for her revolver before she entirely had time to process what was happening. For a terrible moment, she thought that someone was shooting at them. Tommy dropped the case, pulling his revolver from his coat and half stepping in front of her as if to shield her from any impending danger.

The man seated at the desk was dead, fresh blood dripping from his head to mix with the dirt. Tatiana had a gun clutched in her hand while she gathered up the bags of jewels in her arms. When she spotted them both defensively pointing their drawn weapons in her direction, she smiled.

“At home, these jewels saw way worse. That’s why they are all cursed. As are we, Mr. Shelby,” she crooned, the words chilling Lucy’s blood.

Not that she was wrong. If the past few months had proved anything to her, it was that they most certainly were cursed with something–bad luck, misfortune, sorrow…it didn’t matter. The outcome was the same.

Slowly, after sharing a look, Lucy and Tommy lowered their guns. Tatiana was many things, but she wasn’t a threat to them.

At her invitation that they look her up if they were ever in Vienna, Lucy cringed. They waited until she was walking away to her own car before turning their back on her again. Tommy loaded the case into the backseat, then started up the car.

“Well, we know now to avoid Vienna at all costs,” Lucy mumbled, rubbing at her forehead. “I think I’ve had more than enough of her crazy to last me a lifetime.”

Tommy hummed in agreement, eyes fixed on the road. He’d been quiet and preoccupied the whole day. Not that she could blame him.

Wrapping her arms around his bicep, she squished herself into his side, hoping that somehow that would help.

Consequences had come knocking. And the ugliness that they would bring was about to begin.

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She finished stacking the bills all out onto the table, arranging them carefully and specifically based on amount and the person they would be going to. The door opened, Tommy’s heavy footfalls easy to identify even before she looked up at him.

“Hey; everything’s ready here,” she said, going to him, straightening one of the many chairs she’d set up in front of his desk on her way. “Where’s Charlie?”

“Sleeping upstairs.”

She nodded. “How long until everyone arrives?”

“Uh…” he checked his pocket watch. “Five minutes or so.”

She watched him carefully, taking in the bags under his eyes and the slight slump to his shoulders. Taking a step forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. His big hands landed tenderly on her shoulder blades.

“It’ll be okay…”

“They might try to eviscerate me.”

“They’ll have to get through me.”

He chuckled, petting her hair in gratefulness, then sighed. “I mean it. Things could get really ugly.”

Leaning back, she looked up into those sad blue eyes, heart aching that there wasn’t anymore that she could really do to make any of it better. “I know,” he leaned his face into her hand when she cupped his cheek, skin warm beneath her chilled skin. “No matter what happens…I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know. Thank you.”

There was the creak and thud of the front door opening, then the hum of voices as members of the family started to arrive. Lucy gave him one last squeeze before stepping away.

“Here we go.”

He went to sit in the huge chair behind the massive desk, his arms spread wide, palms flat against the wood. Lucy perched on the edge of the desk to his left, torso twisted so she could watch the family members start to file in, slowly taking their seats. Her eyes tracked each of them carefully. Polly was eyeing Tommy with unhidden suspicion; it was a little surprising that she had not yet raised all hell over Michael being the one to kill Hughes, but perhaps, given the circumstances, she understood that their options had been limited.

Linda and Esme entered together, Esme holding her swaddled newborn to her chest. Linda was cradling her swollen belly, eyes fixating on the cash stacked on the desk, hunger in her gaze.

Lucy scoffed quietly under her breath, turning away and lighting a cigarette. She was going to need it.

After all, she was the only one other than Tommy in that room who knew what was about to happen.

Once everyone was seated, it began. Tommy started off with an apology, to all who he’d doubted and accused during Charlie’s abduction. The stony looks and pursed lips that met his words sent a shot of rage flooding Lucy’s blood.

As if any of them would have behaved any more gracefully had they been in his position.

She’d never forgotten the way Polly had lashed out at her when Michael had been arrested by Campbell. At least Tommy had apologized for his outburst. Lucy knew she would never get anything of the sort from Polly for her words or the humiliation she’d caused her when in the fits of her rage.

At Linda’s acceptance of the three-thousand pounds Tommy had added to the cash already owed to her and Arthur in exchange for her forgiveness, Lucy couldn’t stop the small, harsh laugh that broke from her lungs. Everyone stared at her, but she had no more energy, no more fucks left to give in regards to what any of the them thought about her, just shaking her head and blowing smoke from her cigarette up towards the ceiling.

It did not stop there. Esme was not so quick to accept Tommy’s apology, snarling about the additional deaths John now had on his conscience.

“I suppose that you would have preferred that we risk Charlie’s death, rather than those of a couple of strangers, eh?” Lucy mumbled. Esme turned wide eyes onto her, mouth open to argue, but Tommy spoke over her before it could turn into a row, offering a stack of cash to her and John. His hand rested gently on Lucy’s knee, squeezing once. She got him a regretful look. As if he didn't already have enough problems without her stirring up more strife.

Sorry.

He blinked back at her, squeezed her knee again. It’s okay.

More money was handed out. Charlie, Curly, and Johnny all took theirs happily without a word, but there was a little trouble with Lizzie, who Tommy set the money in front of with a soft whisper of her name. Lucy glanced over at the tall, dark haired woman just in time to see her face contort in hurt and rage, seizing the roll of cash and tossing it back across the table towards them. Tommy didn’t say anything, watching it roll across the glossy wood. His eyes darted back to Lucy’s.

Told you she wouldn’t be happy about that.

It’s all we have to offer her.

Her eyes dropped at that. He was right; they couldn’t give Lizzie what she truly wanted. But at least, with the money, they could give her something. After all, she had helped. She probably didn’t realize just how much. On the nights when they were both too broken to breathe, their pain so entwined and shared that they were falling apart together with no way of stopping it. She gave them the comfort they needed, a distraction from the grief that was just enough to keep them from collapsing into ruin and uselessness.

She deserved some sort of thanks for that.

But Tommy soldiered on, beginning to stack the mountain of cash they’d set aside for Michael. It was then that Polly leapt from her seat, protesting, and Tommy’s temper finally snapped.

“What!?” his voice thundered, probably loud enough to echo throughout the whole house. Loud enough to silence even Polly. “This is all I can give you for what you give me,” he held up the bills. “For your hearts,” his eyes swept over the whole family, “and your souls,” his eyes landed on Lucy, and she felt tears prick momentarily at the corners of her eyes.

Her sweet Devil. How much he loved them all. It tore her apart how none of the others seemed to be able to see it.

He swallowed, and looked back at Polly. “Yesterday, I nearly lost my son. You should fucking understand that.”

Oh, was it satisfying to hear him throw that back in her face. Because of all of them, Polly should have at the very least been able to sympathize. And yet she seemed to be just as eager to spitefully judge as the rest of them. As if she hadn’t had a truly magnificent meltdown of her own when she thought Michael was being taken away from her again.

The rest of Tommy’s speech was truly magnificent, and she felt her heart swell with pride for him as he finally, finally called them on a fraction of the abhorrent behavior they had showcased of the past few months.

Years, technically, but for the moment she was content to focus on their more recent actions.

Fucking ungrateful leeches, that was what she had once called them when speaking with Grace. And she stood by it. Even years later, that feeling had only grown. All they did was take, and take, and take, and offer…what, exactly, in return?

Gratefulness? Certainly not. Love? She would not call the way that the Shelbys treated Tommy as a reflection of love in any form. Support? It her who held Tommy while he sobbed into her neck. It was her who cradled him in her arms and stroked his hair when the nightmares caused him to wake up screaming. It was her who gave him affection, who tried to make him laugh, who took care of him when he couldn’t take care of himself. And she was glad to do it. It would never be a burden or a trouble for her. But where the fuck were the rest of them? Out gleefully spending the money he made for them, all the while bitching and complaining about every little thing he did.

John had never once apologized for his part in setting off the actions that led to Grace’s death. Polly had never apologized for opening her fucking mouth to the wrong person and getting Tommy’s head caved in as a result.

Her finger bit into the wood, gripping the edge of it so tightly that it was a wonder she didn’t leave marks in it. She stared straight ahead, back to the rest of the family and eyes focused on the window. If she looked at any of them, she might’ve tried to kill them.

“And the rest of you, you took the King’s shilling. You took the King’s fucking shilling. When you take the King’s shilling, the King expects you to kill,” Tommy growled. She sensed a twinge of enjoyment in his voice; she could imagine that finally getting this all out was deeply cathartic.

Finally, he was done, straightening with his hands in his pockets. Lucy shot him a proud smile that only he could see.

Good work.

The bashful spark in his eyes was probably something that only she could recognize. Thanks.

“Tommy…” Polly began, and Lucy braced herself. “You’ve had a bad time.”

She nearly choked on the smoke from her cigarette. Understatement of the fucking century, bitch.

“We understand.”

Lucy’s head whipped around, jaw clenching. So many things she could have said to that…but she locked her jaws and bit her tongue.

Now was not the time to be getting into a physical altercation with any of them, especially Polly.

Not with the police on their way.

In a voice like ice, cool and collected, Polly straightened her back and swept her stern eyes around the room, announcing her intention at a later date to propose an alternative future for the company.

Lucy crushed her cigarette between her fingers, she clenched them around it so hard. Now? She really was going to try to wrestle away control of this company from Tommy now?

At the assertion by others in the room that they wanted to hear Polly’s proposal, Lucy rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder that they didn’t pop right out of her head.

The idea was a little hilarious. She would love to see them try to last a fucking month with Polly truly in charge. At best, they’d stay stagnant. At worst, the whole thing would collapse.

Linda was standing, urging Arthur that it was time to go. He stood, beginning to make his goodbyes. Tommy slumped back down into his chair. When Arthur approached, Lucy slid from her spot seated on the desk, moving to stand by Tommy’s chair protectively, her hand on his shoulder. At his mumbled goodbye, neither she or Tommy acknowledged him. Tommy stared down at the desk, silently. Lucy met him with a vacant, expressionless stare.

Arthur was just moving towards the door, when Tommy finally dropped the bomb that had been hanging above their heads the entire time, though only he and Lucy had known of its presence:

“You can go, but you won’t get far, Arthur.”

Arthur chuckled, clearly not taking him seriously. Lucy cocked her head.

The room went still and quiet, outside of the rumble of Tommy’s voice, as he laid out what Moss had told him last night: warrants had been sent out, for the arrests of Arthur, John, Michael, and Polly.

There was banging at the front door.

The police were here.

People started shouting. Tommy rose from his seat, trying to explain and offer assurances, giving instructions. But no one, except for Lizzie, who started collecting up the money like he requested, was actually listening to him anymore. Lucy sighed, lighting another cigarette.

If they would all have just stopped screaming their heads off and fucking listened, then they would have known that they were all going to be alright.

They all rushed out of the room, probably trying to get out using one of the many side doors. But the police were already inside. There was screaming and the sound of struggling.

Linda suddenly came barreling across the room, hands outstretched to shove and beat at Tommy while she screamed at him. Lucy jammed her arm and shoulder between them, giving a small shove to Linda’s chest. Not enough to knock her off her feet, but enough to send her staggering back a couple of paces. She placed herself between Linda and Tommy with a snarl, muscles tensed and prepared to spring into action, like a snake coiled and ready to strike. Linda screeched in rage.

“Get out of my way, you fucking sinful slut!” she tried to lunge at Lucy, but Arthur caught her by the shoulders before she did, dragging her away towards the door. Before passing through the doorway, Arthur slammed his palm against the wood with a resounding bang.

“Fuck you!”

The words seem to echo throughout the office, now empty save for Tommy and Lucy. Tommy collapsed down into the chair again, head bowed and arms spread wide across the table. Lucy felt her heart twist at seeing him so distressed, reaching out to tenderly stroke the back of his head, the shorn parts of his hair prickling the sensitive skin of her palm.

“Tommy…”

He lifted his head, pushing it closer to her palm for a moment in search of comfort she was more than happy to give. His eyes stared into hers sorrowfully.

They will never forgive me.

She wished she could have offered some sort of solid reassurance regarding that, but she couldn’t. And she was not about to lie to him about it either. So instead she just smoothed her hands over his head, dropping her face to place a kiss in his hair. He sighed, hands resting on her hips and giving them a small squeeze, before rising from his seat.

Side by side, his hand gripped in hers, they walked out of the office and into the sitting room, where the police were in the process of restraining the battling Shelbys against the wall. Looks of pure hatred were shot their way, by both those being arrested and those being simply escorted from the mansion. Linda spat at them as she was dragged past them and out the door.

They watched from the front doorway as they were all loaded into the police vans and taken away. Tommy wore a look of utter misery, his throat convulsing. Lucy coiled her arms around him, holding onto him as tight as she could so he would know that he wasn’t alone.

They stood there, until they could no longer hear the roar of the engines from the vans. Tommy looked around the empty halls of the house. Lucy squeezed him, angling her head.

“Come on,” at her gentle request, he let her guide the way into a sitting room.

All around them, the sudden silence that had overtaken the house seemed to stretch on and on, into eternity.

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whereismyhat5678 · 5 months

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I know this is weird to dump on y’all but can I vent for just a few minutes? If this is even considered a vent since it’s not anything sad, I just wanna get this off my chest real quick.

(If you don’t want to read the essay I wrote scroll to the bottom and just read the TLDR 😅)

I like being a woman. I do. I like using she/her pronouns. I like wearing pretty feminine stuff. And in general I just like to be feminine. I’m happy being a girl.

But I just always wanted to just- try on a suit- JUST JUST HEAR ME OUT FOR A SECOND-

I wanna look like a dapper young gentlemen- like a very posh man that wears like- like one of those eyeglass thingys-

Like this fellow right here:

I also wanna have a mustache, LIKE THOSE ONES THAT ARE FLUFFY AND COVER YOUR MOUTH- the- THE PAINTERS BRUSH MUSTACHE!! Or examples like: The lampshade, the handlebar, the Hungarian, OR THE IMPERIAL (that one’s GODAM GORGEOUS-)

But more about the suit- I wanna- I PICTURE myself in a black slick suit with a white undershirt and a silk like tie, with nice shiny black buttons and some white gloves to match the undershirt. To show sophistication. With one of those top hats OH I LOVE THOSE!!

I’d like to see it on me but I wanna look more masculine in it like- like what I just said I wanna have a mustache and OH such a deep voice!! I wanna be those narrator voices that are soothing and just, you can fall asleep to them.

I wanna look dapper, I wanna look snazzy, I WANT TO WEAR A SUIT. I want to have a cane that I can lean onto while standing, I want other men to talk to me like if I were just another guy.

I WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE GUYS- that are like, buff but also a bit fat since, ngl I would genuinely like to be a fluffy guy, AND REALLY TALL and look down at people. I want to be tall too not just as a man but as me because I just wanna be the size of my dad. At LEAST 6’0 that’d be AMAZING.

I WOULDN’T JUST WANNA WEAR A SUIT EITHER- I wanna be a gentlemen that wears warm cream colors and a nice soft brown sweater with a beanie and THOSE BOOTS. (You know the ones I’m talking about-). I wanna have big legs and wear those jeans that look HUGE to other people but are normal for you cuz you’re just a big guy! I wanna wear that, THAT AMAZING SMELLING COLOGNE GOD DO I WANT TO WEAR COLOGNE.

Okay- to wrap things up- sometimes, I just want to look masculine AND IF ANYTHING IF I CAN’T LOOK MASCULINE AND APPEALING (and smoke cigars like one of them guys in the movies, drink alcohol or beer even though I don’t like it- OH AND HOW HAVE I NOT MENTIONED WANTING TO HAVE THAT MAN GOLFER FIT-)

OKAY BUT REAL QUICK- I’d want to have like A BUNCH OF PAPER BOY HATS (I already wear them and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH- but if I looked like a man?? 🤯🤯) with like different colors to have one each day to match the shirt I’m wearing- with brown pointed at the tip shoes that are shiny and SO SO HANDSOME!!! I wanna look handsome I want someone to tell me I look handsome in like a vest and a red tie with a paper boy hat and nice cologne and A GOD DAMN SOPHISTICATED ASS MUSTACHE!- And when I go golfing with buddies I have the casual golfer fit, BECAUSE THEY JUST SO NICE AND SPIFFY AND HANDSOME I WANNA LOOK LIKE THAT!!!

I love being a woman, I REALLY DO- I like being a woman because in the future I wanna look beautiful in pretty dresses and nice necklaces and pretty shiny hair (short obviously-) and cute glasses to match my cute outfits! Heck I wanna wear some of these dresses:

Vintage I know- but you gotta admit they look GORGEOUS!!!

And I’ll admit I’m completely fine with being a woman because of this! I wanna look pretty in dresses, be called beautiful, have a dazzling outfit to make myself look even prettier!

But I also just, wanna look handsome! Wear a suit. Have a mustache. Have a nice deep voice and- funny story- I remember I saw an episode of Steven Universe where Pearl was wearing a suit and I thought she looked AMAZING!!

I ended up telling my mom that when I got to Prom I want to have a suit, which my mom laughed and jokingly said I would look like a lesbian. Of course I don’t like woman like that, I think they’re all beautiful but just not like that. But in general I thought to myself I just wanna see myself in a suit, a tie, nice shoes, a nice hat, with cologne. And I again don’t even have to look masculine, I just want to look handsome and spiffy!

I started liking the idea of having masculine facial hair because I can’t stop thinking about if I did have those things, they would be AWESOME!!

I’m sorry if I ended up writing too much or confusing you with my words, so in long short of it:

I like being a woman, wouldn’t mind wearing a suit, wouldn’t mind having a masculine voice features hair etc, and I wanna look handsome. But I still like dressing femininely.

I’m sorry for the long talk, I just wanted to spill my mind a bit, nothing much to it though 🤷‍♀️

#Rambling A LOT (sorry about that)#Also to make it clear I like my pronouns. she/her I like it. If I dressed masculine I’d probably just-#actually I don’t know about that- WOULD I WANNA BE CALLED HE??#Right now no #But if I DID DRESS MASSCULINE and LOOK masculine. I would PROBABLY use he…..but I’m not sure….#God damn I’m weird.. 🤦‍♀️#Is this also considered- a vent?….

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valeffelees · 8 months

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@youarenevertooold OMG HEY, YEAH, you may absoLUTELY see the potato frittata scene. 😄🖤 ok so, this comes from a zero draft of mine called The Malaise of Jealous Men and it is one of my absolute favourites, the writing is kind of rough 'cause again: zero draft, and the actual plot of this fic is a lot to explain, but the need-to-know leading up to this scene is just that at the beginning of eighth year Simon and Niall get assigned a project together and end up inadvertently becoming friends.

"Who was that?" "My sister." "You have a sister?" The corners of Niall's eyes crease—brown today, natural. Large and dark on his face, honeyed at the edges by the lights in the dining hall. "I have a twin, Simon." "You what?" "We're not close," he says, flapping his hand. Dismissive. Like Niall not being close to his sister explains how Simon could've missed the fact that this boy he's known for almost seven years has a twin he didn't know about. Simon asks, "Does she avoid you or something?” Then realises how shit that sounds and adds, “I mean, just. You know.” He shrugs. “I never see her in class with us." Niall pulls his wand from his sleeve and spells away the mess on the table. An ice-cold breeze bites through the room with it, the smell of salt and cold water, river weeds, ocean air. "We pick our schedules accordingly,” he says. “Signe was in all our first year classes with us but you were prob'ly too busy trying to tie Basil's shoelaces together to notice." Simon folds his arms. "We aren’t that bad." Niall quirks both of his eyebrows up. "I mean,” Simon says, “not first year." "You sure as shit were," he snorts, and his smile is back. Long and narrow, sharp enough to cut glass. "First year was the worst—no, wait. I take that back. Fifth was fucking awful. You’re a loon, by the way." "Oh fuck off, mate, Baz is the one who—" Dev slams his tray down on the table. An apple bounces off the corner. It rolls forward, slowly. Bumps up against the side of Simon’s teacup, then sits and wobbles there for what feels like an impossibly (and, frankly, unnecessarily) long time before Niall reaches over and sets his hand on it. His fingers curl a ghostly shade of pink around all that bright green skin. Simon lifts his gaze, moving joint by joint from Niall’s wrist to his elbow, from his elbow to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his face. He’s grinning at Dev like a cobra, that razor-blade mouth of his turned downright feral. “Oi,” he chirps. “Fuckin’ cat drag you in or what?” Dev doesn’t look like Baz much. They’re cousins—or, Simon’s pretty sure they’re cousins. Cousin-adjacent, maybe. Probably something stupid like fourth cousins twice removed with two sugar and chips on the side or however the fuck families work when you’re rich and posh. But where Baz is all sharp and tall and cold, Dev is... just, not. He looks like Baz with a tablespoon of honey and splash of milk stirred in. Short and bird-like, warm. His hair is a dark shock of feathery brown and his skin is the deep, blushless golden tone of a dry grassland. He’s glaring across the table at Simon from beneath heavy, black eyebrows like he wants to shove him down a flight of stairs. (That might be the one thing he and Baz do have in common.) "Hi," Simon says, awkwardly. Dev sneers. (Make that two things.) "Look," he hisses, pulling out his chair. He sits with his elbows spread to the sides of his tray, leaning forward on them, "this is weird and I hate it, but I'm not sitting across the dining hall alone while you two cunts cuddle up over fucking tea and biscuits or whatever the fuck this is, so let's just skip the part where we make a big deal out of it." Simon looks down at his plate with a confused frown. “This is potato frittata.” Dev’s face does something funny. Twists a bit, like he's in pain. Or smells something rotten. Or like he's in pain while smelling something rotten. He says, “Niall.” “Well,” Niall replies, and takes a loud, crisp bite of Dev’s apple, “he’s not wrong.” “Niall.” “Are there biscuits?” Simon asks, glancing over at the serving station. He stands up. “I didn’t see any biscuits.” Niall nudges his shin under the table. “Sit,” he says. “There ‘re no biscuits.” Simon does. “Niall!” “He does this sometimes,” Niall tells him. “Just give 'im a sec, he'll get over it.”

#me [slamming my niall simon and dev dolls together]: THEY'RE FRIENDS THEY'RE FRIENDS THEY'RE FRIENDS! :D #valen and the void

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sweeneytoddblog · 1 year

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Some First Preview Thoughts

Fun fact, this is my 300th post. I can’t believe we are finally at the point where I am talking about a Broadway revival on this blog. Truly blessed.

Obviously I won’t be able to comment on a lot of things about the show since I only had audio, but I can tell you what I personally think about the voices so far:

First things first, there are SO MANY ACCENTS GOING ON. Does anyone remember that revival of Annie where everyone had a very distinct New York accent? It’s like that. EVERY character: Johanna, Lucy, and especially Mrs. Lovett and Beadle Bamford, has picked a (different) British dialect and is going for it 100%. Unfortunately Jordan Fisher (Anthony) really struggles in this area; he slips in and out of accents a lot.

And I might as well say this now, Jordan Fisher is not my fav. I mean he’s fine; his tone is nice and he does get some laughs, but he just doesn’t seem to have the power vocally. He kind of sticks out like a sore thumb among the rest of the cast.

Gaten Matarazzo likewise does not have an *amazing* voice imo (although “Not While I’m Around” is very nicely done) but even just listening to him you can tell he brings a lot of energy to the table and that he plays the character very well. Which is all I really require from Toby!

Lucy really plays up the “miserable” and “pitiful” in her performance. There are some productions where Lucy is a little sassier. Her voice came across to me as more fearful and also less “crazy” than Lucy is usually played as well. No Beggar Woman’s Lullaby, but there is a short instrumental break after she enters the barbershop - a hint at her identity without being too overt.

Speaking of cuts, there is also no Mea Culpa. I have always found this to be an awkward and uncomfortable song for all parties involved, but I have to say, I found myself wishing it had been included. This Judge Turpin feels more like a one-dimensional villain without it, and his stage time was cut down as well. Jamie Jackson does a decent job but doesn’t seem to shine in any areas. It makes you wonder what he would have done with the song.

However, John Rapson (Beadle Bamford) is a delight! I was not wrong in that prediction. He plays the Beadle as this very posh, insufferable guy, and his dialect was one that did not bother me. Judging by the laughs he got from the audience it also seems he was very funny. AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, FULL VERSION OF PARLOR SONGS IS THERE. That never happens anymore so I was thrilled!

Pirelli is also good but his voice is not as operatic as it usually is. I believe he’s also the Sweeney understudy and I have a hard time imagining him in that role.

Maria Bilbao (Johanna) is vocally a standout! A lot of productions struggle with finding a Johanna who can both sound youthful and hit the notes properly. She definitely had the range and the power. It sounded to me though that she played the character more as just a sad girl, kind of like how Lucy was. “Kiss Me” did not really get any laughs and I don’t know if it the couple just lacked chemistry or if they didn’t know how to lean into the humor of their roles.

Ensemble and orchestra were both top notch. I heard a few instrumentals during transitions that sounded brand new to me, which was highly enjoyable. Can’t wait for that aspect of the cast album in particular!

Annaleigh Ashford has a GORGEOUS voice but often masks the “prettiness” of it with her British accent (I was expecting this as I remember her talking about it in interviews.) Which is good! You really only hear the prettiness in slower songs like “My Friends” or “Not While I’m Around.” I am no expert on British accents though so I am curious what the English will have to say about it (I don’t believe anyone in the cast is English?) She also got a lot of laughs from the audience. I feel like there’s not much I can say about her because I didn’t actually see her, but she definitely delivers as Mrs. Lovett from what I heard.

Josh Groban...what a guy. When I first heard him sing I didn’t realize at first it was him; his voice takes on a much darker tone than he normally does. I did kind of wonder about him and those low notes, but I didn’t notice any problems with reaching them. His speaking voice too is just very low compared to his normal voice? Again, I feel like I can’t comment too much because I couldn’t see his acting interpretation, but vocally, he’s my favorite voice in the cast. Maybe he’ll be a different Sweeney than is typical, but that’s okay too. I’m so excited to actually see him once those bootlegs hit.

DISCLAIMER FOR EVERYTHING:

I know I only heard the first PREVIEW and a lot could change, so take any of my criticisms in stride. There are many detailed reviews out there now from people who have actually seen the show, so I recommend checking those out! But I am so incredibly grateful to have heard the audio. I promised I wouldn’t share it, but if you message me I can direct you to the right person and then it’s up to them. :) And jsyk there are some audio clips floating around tumblr already!

#sweeney todd #sweeney todd revival

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mouseinthegreenhouse · 10 months

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Angel's Kiss

This is a snippet of my WIP set in 1800s England, called Just Otto. Thought i would share my lad here as I go through all my OG WIPs and pick out lil bits to share <3

“Here we are, young sir,” Mrs Bolston says cheerfully, peering back at him with the same smile he has seen parents give their children as they wait for a show to start. It says that she thinks he’ll be excited and that is an almost sickening thought.

He smiles back weakly. She’s good sort.

For a moment, he hovers, unsure if he is meant to go ahead. He’s relieved when Mrs Bolston opens the door, walking inside with a respectful bow of her head at whoever is inside. Otto follows at her heels and tries not to feel like a little duckling waddling after its mama.

“He has arrived, my lord,” Mrs Bolston announces and Otto raises his gaze from where it has been fixed resolutely on the floor. The drawing room is stunning, a show of elegant wealth, but, as rude as it may be, Otto cannot take his eyes of the man sitting on one of two settees facing opposite each other.

Even as he sinks into the plush creme fabric, he still holds incredibly poise, as though he is suspended like a statue above the settee itself. He’s lean and long, like a cat, and dark brown hair, even darker than Otto’s own, is pulled back behind one of his ears, framing a widow’s peak. His features are sharp and his bright eyes sharper as they dig into Otto like daggers, assessing every inch of him.

He tries not to flinch.

“I can see,” Viscount Henneton says slowly, tilting his head just so. His voice is more rumbly than Otto thought it would be. He raises a hand and gives a small nod. “You are dismissed, Mrs Bolston.”

The housekeeper nods back and bows her head before sending Otto a encouraging smile and trotting out of the room. He jolts slightly as he instinctually goes to follow her before the gaze of Viscount Henneton pulls him back to reality.

Otto ducks his head in a bow. “Pleasure to meet you, my lord,” he says quietly, trying to mimic Mrs Bolston’s manner of speaking and way of address. He isn’t sure he pulls it off.

He leaves his head ducked and hands clasped behind his back. He fiddles with his fingers uncomfortably, picking at his cuticles and biting his tongue to keep him from saying something untoward. God knows how many posh adults he has upset in his lifetime, seeing as he has always been better and joking and making jokes that children find funny. Jokes that adults, especially the well bred ones, do not.

“Look at me boy,” the viscount orders, tone even in a way that makes Otto much more antsy than relieved. Lifting his head to see the man’s calm yet greatly indifferent demeanour makes him feel even worse.

“Otto, is it?” Otto nods and the viscount hums lowly. “Not my first choice but it will do,” he says and Otto can’t help but baulk at the thought that Viscount Henneton might have decided to change his name.

Does… does this mean the viscount is taking ‘Otto’s’ claim as his son at face value? That’s not–

That’s not what he would have expected from a man like him and before Otto can stop himself he finds himself questioning it.

“Are you quite sure I’m your missing son, sir?” he asks, unable to make himself feel complete regret even as he is sure he has just sped up his rejection, real son or not. Can viscount legally kill people? Is that a thing?

Confusion spreads across Viscount Henneton’s face, clear as day, and his eyebrows shoot up. His mouth parts and it is obvious he wasn’t expecting that but then he smiles.

It’s small, merely a soft turn up at the corners of his mouth yet it is surely a smile. Otto doesn’t know what to think—what he should think—and he knows even less so when the viscount leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head with interest. He looks like the large bird that used to perch atop their tent when they stopped down north, with its intense gaze and raised wings right before it swooped down and caught something in its mouth.

Dahlia always drew him away before he could get closer and see what it was.

“I am sure,” Viscount Henneton says, almost softly. He says it like a fact, like it is undeniably true in a way that Otto knows it can’t be. Even if he is this missing son, they will never know for sure.

Something gentles in the viscount’s eyes and then–

“You have the same birthmark you did when you were younger.”

Otto’s breath catches. He knows the birthmark the man is talking about, as does anyone who meets him. A distinctive red splodge beside his left eye. Its unusual colour has always gotten him odd stares from strangers who weren’t the troupe (family) but it was mostly accepted as he was entertainment anyway. It just added to that. Something interesting to gawk at.

He can’t imagine the people of the ton will accept it so easily, nor the viscount. Yet the disgust never comes.

Instead, Viscount Henneton’s smile grows slightly. He sighs something wistful and adds, almost to himself, “Your mother refers to it as your angel’s kiss.”

Your mother.

Otto’s hands shake.

Viscount Henneton shakes his head and he seems to shake away that softness with it. When he meets Otto’s gaze once more, his eyes are steady and his face tells nothing while the boy feels himself tremble as his world flips upside down. Clearly, the ability to shed vulnerability as if it is a cloak is not one passed down.

Because, it does seem, that there are things that have been passed down, that can be passed down. For Otto is the viscount’s son. He wishes he could fool himself for a little bit longer.

“You are my son,” Viscount Henneton tells him resolutely. It’s said without shame but also without pride and it's with a great deal of disgust that Otto realises that it bothers him. He tells himself, like a pigeon-livered fool, that it is only the fact that he hates the unpredictability of it all.

Otto doesn’t need pride from a father he never knew.

#writblr #my writing #original fiction #writing snippet #truly a touching family reunion where everyone is happy as pie <3 /s #it'll get better... maybe

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collegeoflore · 3 months

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What is Xarrai and Ieriyn's speech like? Do they have distinct accents? Or any other notable ways of speaking, like using particular phrases, slang, or terms of endearment?

Bonus question: What do their voices sound like?

i typed half of a answer for this earlier but the draft didn’t save LMAO let me try again

ieriyn is very much a prim proper noble boy early on. it’s just so ingrained in him to speak like a proper noble when addressing unfamiliar people that it’s just natural for him. his formality does slip from time to time (when he’s panicking or upset for example) but generally he’s pretty stuffy in his speech until like mid of act 1. he starts to loosen up after defending the grove, and by the time they get to the shadow-cursed lands he’s way more relaxed. this also coincides with him starting to be willing to tell jokes and get cheeky with people. :3 the first time karlach hears him say fuck she’s soooo proud of him and he’s just looking at her like “…did u think i had never said fuck before????” (she did) (so did wyll tho). some of his slang is like very specifically athkatlan which tends to throw people off, but it’s not all that unusual or anything. he’s not a huge terms of endearment boy except for with gale, but idk what ones he uses most often yet. also he has like. the quintessential transmasc gay boy voice. the exact intersection of “been on t for a few years” and “i really like men.” :)

xarrai has two distinct modes of speaking. it’s either the flowery and dramatic (and generally pretty posh) Bard Mode or it’s something more relaxed. think like, casting vicious mockery vs just insulting someone. there’s definitely a lot of variance in there (matching the style of someone’s speech is helpful when you’re manipulating them after all lol) but those are the general vibes. when they’re not trying to schmooze with the upper city elite they curse like a sailor and have no qualms about saying something uncouth as long as it will be funny (or sexy. depending.) their accent is very distinctly baldurian, though they’re able to bend it a little to sound more like they’re from the upper city or the lower city if they need to. however, every now and then you can catch a hint of smth Not Baldurian to their accent as a little holdout from growing up in mulmaster. the fr wiki tells me the language they speak in mulmaster is meant to be a baltic language so i suppose that’s how the accent would lean? i’m not sure tbh. it’s def smth that only comes out in little ways - some spell incantations they pronounce weirdly maybe. just a little something they can’t shake no matter how hard they try. their accent was definitely stronger when they first returned to baldur’s gate, but it’s 95% gone now. xar is similar to astarion in that they’ll throw a “darling” or “dear” or “sweetheart” out to just about anyone; they’re fairly liberal with their terms of endearment lol. they and astarion definitely competed for who could come up with the worst/stupidest terms of endearment early on (which drove the party crazy.) the only significant term of endearment that’s exclusively for astarion (and they only started using it for him around act 3) is “dearheart.” :3 he’s the first and only person they ever use it with. in terms of general sound, i think the in game voice i have for them (voice 6) is spot on tbh i’m kinda obsessed with it

#漫言 #oc. xarrai #oc. ieriyn #i’ll edit this tomorrow if i missed anything but :3c

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Hundred Twenty Four.

Aziel and his little school unform is the cutest, he really looks like those posh British boys, and it makes me smile every time but will he be those posh boys I am not sure at all because of his dad, but I think Oakley wants him to be different so only time will tell “that’s your mom?” some girl asked Aziel, I am stood here waiting on the teacher to give me some letter “yes my mommy” smiling at Aziel “wow” the little girl said which made me laugh “mom” Aziel ran to me “you go now” I frowned at him “why do you want me to go? I thought you liked me here” he shook his head “do you like that girl?” he pulled a face “no mom!” he spat “ew” he is so dramatic “don’t be silly now” I laughed “Miss Fenty this is the letter, if you can have it signed for us by tomorrow please so Aziel can come on the school trip with us” I didn’t even know “oh thank you, I didn’t see it in his bag so I am not sure if it was me that lost it or him but I will get it done and send it back, I will try and send it back with his dad today if I see him” moving the paper to the side looking down at Aziel “I see dad too” he said “yes when you finish school, be good now ok. Give mommy hug” leaning down “ok mom, you go now” this child is trying to make me go “you make me feel old, stop it” giving him a squeeze “love you, and be good” I said laughing, I have to add that because this child does things without thinking “thank you” I said to the teacher walking “bye mommy, love you” he shouted, shaking my head he was determined not to say a thing but then he did. He was kind of late today, but we made it in time of course, I will have to make sure to get this signed for him, wherever he is off too. I now need to see the girls for breakfast and then I have a work meeting but maybe I could between then drop this off to Oakley, I know in the morning I forget a lot. Placing the paper in the bag, I have so much stuff in this bag including Aziel car toys “this child” I said to myself “sorry” looking up seeing this guy, well a teacher from his badge “oh it’s ok” I laughed “you’re Aziel mother” he pointed “I am, is he that famous in this school” he laughed “well, he is your mini me which is cute” oh this man is checking me out “you’re engaged” looking at my hand, this hasn’t been public yet or announced “oh no” I laughed “he is crazy not too, nice seeing you” nodding my head walking off, these teachers are young, maybe he is my age but he was handsome.

I feel ashamed because my friends are here just waiting “thank you” I said to Tion, he held the door for me, but he will be outside “you know what, are we shocked” Lillian said, I had to laugh “sorry, just my mind is everywhere but my girls. We finally get to see each other, wow. Halle you about to drop” she got up from the chair and she is huge “I need this child to be out already, I am so over this shit. Look how ugly I am” hugging Halle first “I mean your nose is huge” she slapped my back “bitch” I chuckled moving back “no you look amazing but please just don’t give birth now, I don’t have the time for that” I pointed “and this bitch is going to be godparent” hugging Lillian “no she is right, it’s too early for that drama, that baby better stay up there” I sighed out sitting down “you look very much ready to drop, I am glad you could come though. I know you rather stay indoors” sighing out “I am so hungry girls, can we eat. I don’t know what happened, but I just ended up being late then my assistant, he was calling me, and Aziel was being a terror, my bag is full of toy cars. He kept running back and forth putting toys in the drivers car, Tion just stood there and not stopped him so when I got into the car, I am sat on cars. He found it funny, I mean of course” Lillian chuckled “the best thing is when he answers your phone and says, hi it’s me Lee” rolling my eyes “oh god, he is just. I feel old, but enough of that child, how are we” picking the menu up, I am so hungry with all that chasing of Aziel.

Halle kissed her teeth “you’re have these mimosas on my behalf, so girl drink the hell up” rolling my eyes “we need you back, so are you nervous about giving birth” she cringed “I think back to yours every time, like at first when I initially got pregnant, I was like I’m going to die. I don’t want this and then Wyge said I’m being stupid, but I saw how much you went through so yeah, I was a little apprehensive, but I am calm. I am praying to god, I have everyone praying” I cooed out “you feel that way, how you think I feel to even ever want another. But I am praying so hard that this baby gives you an easy life, so how is this working out? Like Wyge is Muslim?” Halle cringed “I know, it’s a little awkward at his side but his family have been so sweet, they are respectful, but they said if I do want Wyge in that way I would have to change, but wouldn’t I look beautiful in a hijab? Like sisters, I would be. But like with our baby, we decided to have the beliefs and religion to be the daddy side, you know. But I’m happy, I think I would be unhappy if his family was nasty” I am happy for her “that could have happened, well girl. I am waiting, I mean the whole thing makes me want another but no” I laughed “how is things with you, oh let me call Oakley. I hope he’s out because I need him to take the permission letter for Aziel to go on a trip” pressing my phone to my ear “and why couldn’t you sign it while you was there?” Lillian made a point, but I don’t understand why I didn’t “I just wanted to leave because I was going to be late for you girls, hey where are you?” Least he picked up “erm driving why? You good?” He is driving, I can hear it “can you come and pick up Aziel permission slip and take it with you when you pick him up? The trip is tomorrow” he groaned out “but like I’m in west and you’re in south I think, serious?” He’s telling me like I asked him for other answers besides a yes “I will get them to print another one and I can sign it, why didn’t you sign it there” I scoffed “why is everyone getting at me about signing it there, don’t you want to see me?” He laughed “oh man, not this. See what I can do” I smiled to myself “ok, love you. We will be here for an hour, I think” I think we are “maybe more” Lillian giggled “uh ok” I pulled a face “uh ok, who is sat with you? Like I literally said love you and you just nothing?” Oakley laughed out “oh man not this, alright. Love you too, get off my phone” he put the phone down on me “he makes me mad every time but forget him, Lillian. How is Diji? Tell him that Aziel enjoyed the park when he took him, he said when is uncle taking him again” Lillian cooed out “actually Diji told me, he kicking the ball right and they was just playing and some kid wanted to join in, Aziel didn’t want it, he said that my uncle and proceeded to kick the child” I gasped “he never said!?” I half shouted “because he dealt with it, just leave it. It was funny actually” I hate when people don’t tell me about my son, like he’s being naughty tell me “but I should have known” I mumbled, I am not happy with him.

Lillian hit my leg lightly “don’t be mad with Aziel, it happened then, like he’s good now. Just Aziel has this moment where he attacks” Lillian laughed “but I don’t like it, that was when me and his dad wasn’t getting on and he didn’t see Aziel then, so he always does this to punish me. He literally hates me with how he acts sometimes, he says he loves me, but he can’t fucking behave for me” Halle and Lillian both gasped “stop it. I want you to stop this and leave him alone now” shaking my head “he has that inner naughtiness and I see it girls, I can’t do it with him. He fights, he will never listen he attacks. If something he doesn’t like he hits, but yeah I will drop it but I’m not happy, but I thank Diji he has been there for him the most, he likes hanging around with the gang then me so yeah. I will drop it” I laughed “I will” shaking my head “bitch anyways, you’re engaged so” we all laughed out “so” I said smiling “I know, I can’t believe it really, we haven’t even got to base one with setting on who wants what, like we haven’t spoken on anything besides getting engaged” seeing Oakley walking in, he actually came “hey” I smiled so wide “alright” he is so cute my handsome man he came and I knew he would “alright ladies” standing up and picking up the paper “you make life hard you know” he wrapped his arm around me and pressed a kiss onto my lips which was unexpected of him “oh” I said smiling “you staying or going” he moved back a little “going, I came for this” passing him the letter that I signed “you always tease me about things, telling me you wasn’t coming” I love him so much “that’s just me init” someone shouted his name which made me jump “oh shit I knew it was you, I peeped you as soon as you walked in. I fucking love you, your music is the best” this grown white man came out of nowhere and he looks a little drunk, maybe too many mimosas “you’re being loud” Halle spat “expressing my love for an artist I like isn’t, I got love for you brother” he got his hand out to dap Oakley, he is just shocked I think “yeah, yeah. But you interrupting my conversation with my girl but appreciate it. Thank you” well this is awkward “you got a sexy woman too, I ain’t see you” this guy is drunk “I am so sorry, let’s go” this lady came out of nowhere to take him.

“Why do you come to dickhead places like this” I frowned at Oakley “stop it, it’s not a dickhead place is it really” he gets so annoyed so quick “what is happening with the wedding?” Halle asked, “what day are you due?” Oakley asked her “soon, like any day really” he’s about to say something to annoy Halle I just know it “that is the day we getting married” I just knew it “right, come on. Time for you to go” I said to him, moving him along “one second” Halle kissed her teeth “my friend is too good for you, physically and mentally, that man got short man issues. He knows he is the fucking loser of west and he was a nobody that let his brother get stabbed. You paid for protection young nigga, I got your fucking tea” I eyeballed Halle, I don’t need that “you hang with a bunch of pagans you know Lee, this goofy bitch. Lillian is class, Halle fuck your man and you” walking out with him “how Oakley? Oh please don’t be like that, you said you like them?” he turned to me “before she acted how she did, women ain’t good when they do that, if she can do what she did to a relationship she was in for years imagine the shit she puts in your mind to do” shaking my head “she doesn’t do anything like that to me, ignore it ok. I am asking them to be my bridesmaids so please” he laughed “great, ok whatever. I will deal with it but her attitude stinks and I don’t like that you are godparent, why? You know why, you have status. Dickhead move from him and her and him for even asking me, would I be his nah. Fuck them, fuck that” what is wrong with him “Oakley why are you mad? Just relax” he shook his head “I don’t like men like that doing shit, you drinking too. Just have a good time, I will take Aziel to mine and feed him and stuff, bring him back” nodding my head “it’s fine, we cool” he pecked my lips and walked off, looking at his car and he has a few friends in there, but he kicked off, maybe that guy annoyed him or maybe it was Halle, it was between the two anyways.

Halle just keeps on ranting now about my man, I wish she would stop “he was more annoyed with that guy, just leave it now” I had to say “yeah Halle, just drop it” Lillian added “I am speaking the truth, he is probably thinking if her friend can drop her man like that she will do it too, I would always ride for you and tell you to do what your heart wants. You and I both know you are better then that loser man, we didn’t want you with him at all, but we knew how much you do love him, only someone blind could love a dense roadman. No offence but imagine if you didn’t meet him?” I shrugged “then I wouldn’t have met two girls that I call best friends, I would be in America. And you both would be reading Rihanna daughter out of control. As much as he is what he is, I came here for him, and he saved me from myself because Hollywood and that life was going to take me on a road. So to be honest, I thank him. Even though I hate I become such a young mother at a young age he saved me too, both Oakley and Aziel saved me from that life so I don’t want this, from you and him” I don’t want it “but you know you can do better?” Halle never drops it “to me he is perfect, I am not saying I know I can do better because no. I fell for him” Halle waved me off “I love your answers, you take him for your husband, Halle drop it now” she kissed her teeth “I am just mad at him, Wyge missed that guy so much, but he cut him off and then made his best friend Wadz not speak to him too, like what the fuck? How is that right, he lost his friends because we fell for each other” I don’t know what she wants me to do “this friend thing isn’t our argument so I don’t want to get into it, what he does with them, it’s their issue so please let it not be about them when we are good” Lillian clasped her hands together “now can we all forget these men!” she spat “look I am not going to sit here saying he is perfect because he isn’t but I won’t have you bash him” it’s so annoying to hear now “says the one that is dreading having a white baby be for real” I pulled a face “that was then, shut up ok. Just watch yours and I watch mine” I pointed.

My mother came over and she made Aziel food, which is cute because then it also saved me from making that effort of making him anything “you thought of where you want to live? In Dublin or Calcady? I mean I want to take you there and stuff but you thought of where?” hearing the door close, must be Wadz “Dublin Oakley, I think it will be better for me. I will have more family around too, so yeah” smiling at her “cool, what you think though. So Rihanna and Chris want to pay for the whole wedding with Lee and I, they say it’s a present. Like after all the shit they did to try and break us, and they keep saying it. I ain’t say no, I ain’t say yes but I don’t know, I don’t ever want them to say we did that or come at me that they did it or have a hold on me, I am so conflicted on what to do? What would you do mom” dapping Wadz “fucking take it bro” I chuckled “I have to think of the bigger picture, I have to not go in their blind because they can be calculated and they switch quick, Chris after the whole shit that happened with Juke and even so with when he got at me for being with Lee, I ain’t forget, I let that slide with the Lee thing but Juke, I seen that he can flip on me, and that he would drop me without a care in the world. I don’t want them to come at me bro” my mom is thinking hard “it is hard Oakley, it’s hard to just accept such an offer because in life and we know nothing came for free, and life was never good. I mean in real terms they will want a big wedding with everything, it will cost millions, millions you don’t have Oakley, I mean you do have but it’s a waste. I would say let them pay because you have the biggest prize on your side and that is Rylee, with her love and protection you will be ok but let them do it, it’s on them” my mom shrugged “what you saying about that? You a big fan of Lee now.”

I laughed “she has been great, she texts me almost every day, I feel like we have connected. I am in a better place and so is she, we both are and yeah. I think she is a good person for you” my mother is team Rylee, that is scary “alright” I mumbled “I bumped into Wyge you know, he was saying that some shit went down” I pulled a face “like?” I am sure I saw them, and they was ok “he said like his girl left upset and you said some shit” letting out an oh “yeah she started it, maybe it was me whatever I don’t care” I laughed “well, she went upset and he said let me get at Cench, I said nah don’t do that. He goes well tell Cench that it’s ok for his potential wife to cry about how useless he is in the chat and how he don’t do things, tell him to look into his own home before he make a pregnant woman cry” shaking my head “fuck them” I mumbled “Halle put up a post about you too, said about you being a pagan, she was so blunt with it too because it was a picture with you and Wyge” I sighed “Oakley, Wyge has been there for years, stop this” my mom piped up “let’s see when she gets it back, fuck that” I said, opening my Instagram “wasn’t he the same one begging me to be godfather? Nah fuck that” I have to say something back, I won’t let this shit go on.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year

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HPMA; Dawncey ficlets, part 6

Smut! There’s a party in the Forbidden Forest and Dawn realises things.

Words: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit content

A/N: I take no responsibility for any bl*wj*b-related inaccuracies presented in this work of fiction.

MCs included:

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

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October 6th, 2012

The Forbidden Forest party had become somewhat of a legendary tradition at that point. Dawn wasn’t sure who was responsible for smuggling in all the alcohol and decorations, but every year they appeared, almost like magic. There was always music and lights, and it was always loud, and nobody had any idea how the staff didn’t put a stop to it. Maybe they didn’t know or maybe they didn’t care. Dawn was glad of an excuse to get out of his head, so he resolved to get absolutely wasted. Some people brought their own drinks, but there was also a table filled to the brim with bottles of all kinds. There were even many muggle beverages, which was always a nice addition to any party. He poured himself a nice big mug of something that smelled especially vile and tried to locate his friends. Failing that, he saw a few Ravenclaws from his Transfiguration class and he elected to talk to them instead.

Half an hour later, he was deep in conversation with one of them, he thought her name was Emily, or maybe it was Emma. He’d brought out the big guns, been charming and flirty, but it just didn’t bring the same giddiness it used to. He looked around and saw something by the drinks table that did make his stomach feel funny. Quickly, he finished his drink and offered to go get them both new ones, cutting off whatever Emma/Emily had been saying. She agreed and Dawn headed for the drinks. Quincey was pouring himself a big, big glass of what seemed to be a wizarding version of vodka.

“Oh no, you’re doing it again,” said Dawn. and looked for something a bit more palatable for Emma/Emily, since she’d only been drinking beer before.

Quincey turned towards him and asked: “Doing what?” He seemed a bit drunk already.

“Trying to die while I’m present,” Dawn explained. “You should notice, though, that this time there are witnesses.”

“I think I’m quite safe,” said Quincey and raised his pint full of vodka. “Cheers, mate!” The way he said mate didn’t sound friendly at all and his posh accent managed to sound even more ridiculous when he was drunk.

“Someone has their knickers on a twist,” Dawn observed.

Quincey, like someone with their knickers on a twist, frowned. “Hardly.”

“Well, have fun then,” said Dawn as he watched Quincey take a long sip from his drink.

“Who goes to a party to be miserable?” he asked.

“My best friend Jimmy.”

“He sounds like the worst,” observed Quincey and Dawn laughed.

“Yes, we bring out the worst in each other, our children will have trauma,” he said.

“Mh.”

Dawn picked out someone’s Gryffindor coffee mug and filled it with fire whiskey. Quincey was already pouring more stuff into his pint.

“Again,” said Dawn. “Have fun.”

Quincey didn’t say anything, and Dawn went back to Emma/Emily.

After that, Dawn had an even harder time following the conversation. He was deliberately not looking at Quincey although he was painfully aware of where he and his friends were sitting. He tried to focus his attention on Emma/Emily and hoped that his absent stare spoke only of drunkenness and not where his brain was at. Dawn wasn’t sure how much time passed when he noticed Quincey in his field of vision. He was talking to someone. A seventh year Slytherin boy whose name escaped Dawn was smoking near the bonfire built in the middle of the clearing. Dawn stared as Quincey leaned closer and whispered something close to his ear. The boy laughed. Dawn couldn’t look away. Suddenly he realized Emma/Emily had been trying to get his attention for a while.

“You know what,” she said, and Dawn vaguely registered it. “Whatever.”

Dawn didn’t say anything, nor did he look at her. Emma/Emily got up and walked away. A crowd of fifth years walked by the bonfire and obscured Dawn’s vision of Quincey and the other boy. When they had passed, the two were nowhere to be seen. Dawn was not curious. He got up from his seat and figured he would stretch his legs. He was not looking for Quincey, not even a little bit, so when he wandered off the clearing and spotted him slightly deeper in the woods, it was purely a coincidence. Quincey was alone. He was smoking and had a drink in his other hand. Dawn hid behind a huge tree and watched him.

Quincey was a bit unsteady on his feet, and he clearly didn’t smoke regularly but the Slytherin guy was nowhere to be seen. Dawn tried to get a better look, and accidentally stepped on a branch. Quincey turned towards the sound, though he didn’t seem to spot him.

“Hello?” he called. Dawn didn’t see the point in hiding.

“Prince Liquor,” he greeted, stepping out from behind the tree.

“Are you stalking me?” Quincey asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

Dawn wasn’t stalking, he was just walking. “Maybe.”

“That’s pretty rude.”

“Not my fault you don’t have your security with you,” Dawn pointed out.

“Oh, mother did try,” said Quincey, sounding like someone who had had this argument several times. “She even tried to forbid me from going at all this year.”

Dawn took a few steps closer. “Did you rebel?” he asked.

“Something like that.”

“Ha,” said Dawn and watched the prince take drag of his cigarette. He was suddenly craving a smoke too, so he walked up to Quincey and snatched it out of his hand.

“Hey, I paid for that,” he protested.

“Relax, I’ll give you one of mine,” Dawn said. “I just don’t have them with me right now…” He did. They were in his pocket.

“Come on,” Quincey whined. Dawn wasn’t a cruel man so after a nice, long drag, he handed it back to him. Quincey took a deeper inhale this time and coughed. Dawn elected not to make a comment and figured it was the right choice when Quincey handed the cigarette back to him. They passed it back and forth until most of it was gone. Then Dawn put it out with his boot and was about to pick it up (one shouldn’t litter) when Quincey took out his wand and said: “Evanseco.”

“Look at you,” Dawn said, when the cigarette butt disappeared into thin air.

“Wizards are lazy, right?” Quincey remarked.

“They sure are.”

“What are you doing here?” Quincey asked.

“Looking for you.”

“I thought you were…” he paused for a moment. “Busy.”

“Tight schedule, yes,” said Dawn. “Had to move things around to get here.”

“Must’ve been difficult for you.”

“Yes, the Minister of Magic is very disappointed.”

Quincey didn’t laugh. He just looked at Dawn, and frankly, it was kind of rude, because he had a distracting face. Dawn pulled him into a kiss without really thinking. Quincey kissed him back eagerly, pushing him against the nearest tree. Dawn let out a surprised gasp and grabbed Quincey’s face to get his distracting mouth back to his. He hadn’t been looking for Quincey, but he didn’t mind that he found him.

“Dawn, what do you want from me?” Quincey asked suddenly, breaking away from the kiss.

Dawn tried to make sense of the question. “Like, right now?”

A look passed through Quincey’s face that Dawn couldn’t place, before he said: “Alright, sure, right now.”

“Is this a trick question?”

Quincey heaved a sigh. “No.”

“It feels like it is.”

“It’s not,” Quincey said and touched Dawn’s face softly. “You’re just a very confusing person.”

“I want this,” Dawn said, motioning between them. “You.”

“Alright.”

“And you?” Dawn asked. “What do you want?”

“I…” Quincey started and when he didn’t continue, Dawn poked him in the chin.

“I want to suck you off.”

Dawn blinked and could feel his face flush. Jesus Fucking Christ.

“If you want me to, that is,” Quincey continued. Dawn couldn’t think of a single version of reality where he wouldn’t want him to.

“Yes,” he said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “Yes, I want that, you heard me the last time.” I’m obsessed with your mouth. And he was. Imagining those lips around his cock did things to his mind he didn’t want to examine further.

Quincey gave him a quick kiss and undid his trousers. Then he got down on his knees and Dawn tried to form a coherent thought.

"How ironic is it that you got on your knees for me," he managed to say.

Quincey looked up at him. “Yes, once again, the irony is not lost.”

Dawn smirked. The whole situation was delicious. Then Quincey pulled his trouser down and Dawn wasn’t smirking anymore. His brain was travelling at light speed somewhere around the Eagle Nebula, while his thoughts were already failing to keep up ad then Quincey had the audacity to kiss his hipbone softly and bring his hand to touch him through his underpants. It sent a jolt up Dawn’s spine, and he leaned harder against the tree.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Quincey kept kissing his skin right above the waistband of his boxers and frankly, it was driving him insane. “You should know I’m not the most patient person out there.”

“If you think I’m going to rush this then you’re very wrong,” Quincey said, lifting his eyes to meet Dawn’s. He had a glint in his eyes Dawn wasn’t used to seeing there, or maybe Dawn was just drunk. Maybe they both were.

“You’re a pompous asshole,” Dawn said. Or at least something akin to that.

“Always so polite,” said Quincey and Dawn couldn’t bear any of it. He grabbed Quincey’s hair and brought his head back down.

“Bossy,” muttered Quincey but he did pull Dawn’s boxers down.

So, it turned out having Quincey fucking Alderly suck your cock was something of an all-encompassing experience. Dawn was transfixed, utterly delirious with want. Worst of all, Quincey wasn’t playing around. He was like some kind of a blowjob-prodigy, a cock-sucking wunderkind. When he pulled back to look up at him, Dawn felt the absence of his mouth keenly.

“Too big for you, Your Highness?” he asked in a shaky voice.

Quincey smiled. “No,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was just wondering whether you’d like to come on my face or in my mouth.”

Jesus Fucking Christ. Dawn stared at him, unable to say anything. Quincey licked his lips, tilting his head expectantly.

“Mouth,” Dawn managed desperately, and he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

“Okay,” Quincey said and was about to get back to it.

Dawn stopped him and said: “It was a joke.”

“What?”

“The size thing, I was kidding.”

Quincey hummed and took him back into his mouth. After that, it didn’t take very long for Dawn to reach his limit. Quincey was as good as his word and didn’t pull away. Dawn couldn’t remember having ever come that hard, but then again, he wasn’t exactly in his right mind at the minute. He swayed on his legs and Quincey got up to steady him. He wiped his face clean with his sleeve.

“Thanks,” Dawn said dreamily.

“You’re welcome.”

“Have you done that before?” Dawn inquired.

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Not here, but out of school, yeah,” Quincey explained.

“Oh…”

“What?”

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront about it,” Dawn admitted.

“I suppose I thought you had figured it out,” said Quincey.

“Figured what out?”

“That I’m…” Quincey trailed off. “I mean, after what you said to me on the day of the storm, I thought you knew.”

“Wait…,” said Dawn. The gears in his brain were turning. “Are you gay?”

Quincey nodded. Dawn stared at him. That actually made so much sense.

“I didn’t know.”

“Oh,” Quincey said. “Well, I mean I am. So. Yeah.”

Dawn had to reassess some narratives in his brain in light of this new information. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

“That guy from before,” he said. “Were you flirting with him?”

“Well, yes, a little bit,” Quincey said. “Not really, I just wanted to bum a cigarette.”

“And he flirted with you?”

“Maybe, but we’re a bit unclear on that but he did give me the cigarette. I lied; I didn’t pay.”

“Oh,” said Dawn. It didn’t bother him. It didn’t. He just felt weirded out, suddenly.

“What?” asked Quincey.

“Nothing,” Dawn brushed him off and pulled his trousers back up.

“Do you want to go back to the party?”

Dawn didn’t, really. His head was a confusing mess of thoughts, doubts, and Quincey. It was agonizing. “Uh…”

“Are you okay?” Quincey asked carefully.

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna go back yet,” Dawn said.

“Do you… want me to go?”

“Do you want to?”

Quincey shook his head. “No, not really.”

Dawn kissed him again. Quincey grabbed a hold of his face and kissed him back and maybe it felt funny in the pit of Dawn’s stomach, that was neither here nor there.

When they pulled apart, Dawn looked at Quincey and made a decision.

“Hey?”

“Yes?” Quincey asked.

“Do you… do you want me to,” Dawn attempted to formulate a sentence that made sense. “Do you want something from me?”

Quincey smiled softly. “Nothing you don’t want to give.”

“And if I do want to give?”

“Then yes,” Quincey said and there was gravity in it, somehow.

Dawn pulled him into a kiss and switched their positions, so Quincey’s back was against the tree.

“Oh–,” said Quincey.

Dawn kissed him, then kept kissing him, then kissed his neck.

“Fuck,” Quincey said, and Dawn laughed. He hadn’t known how much he wanted to hear Quincey swear until he had heard him swear because Dawn was touching him or kissing him.

“You’re impossible.”

“That’s the idea,” said Dawn and undid Quincey’s belt. He wasn’t about to be a tease, unlike some. He slid his hands in Quincey’s trousers and touched him.

“Oh fuck,” Quincey said into his hand. Dawn laughed, savouring the feeling of having Quincey in his hands like this. He leaned in to kiss his neck more. Maybe he’d leave a mark there. Maybe Quincey wouldn’t spell it away. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Dawn was feeling quite drunk and daring. He was fairly confident he’d seen enough girls go down on him to have a basic idea of the mechanics. He pulled Quincey’s trousers down and knelt.

“Dawn–,” Quincey said, surprised.

“Mm?” Dawn kept moving his hand.

“You don’t have to–,” the rest of Quincey’s sentence was lost in a moan when Dawn picked up the pace.

“Aa-ha,” he simply said. He wasn’t going to back down now, besides, he was curious. And he liked to see Quincey squirm.

“Seriously.”

“Noted,” said Dawn and thought of what he usually liked in a good blowjob. Quincey was staring at him, wide-eyed, like Dawn was something special, something beautiful. He brushed the thought aside and gave the tip of Quincey’s cock a kiss. Quincey let out a litany of swear words. Dawn, encouraged by this, sucked the tip in his mouth. He used his tongue, which elicited more appreciative sounds out of Quincey’s beautiful fucking mouth. He grabbed Dawn’s hair and asked in a shaky voice: “How are you even real?”

“I feel a bit unreal right now, to be honest,” Dawn admitted. He kept playing with Quincey’s cock like he had, taking slightly more of it in his mouth. When he looked up to see Quincey’s reaction, he was already looking back at him.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, touching Dawn’s face.

“Mmh,” said Dawn. He couldn’t very well say much else in his current situation.

“I’m close,” Quincey said breathlessly. Dawn kept at it, using his hands and his tongue in equal measure.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come–,” he said.

Dawn looked up again. Their eyes met and that seemed to do it for Quincey, who came with Dawn’s name on his lips. It was messy but Dawn didn’t pull away. He kept looking at Quincey, not quite believing he had done this, that he’d made him look like that, sound like that. Quincey offered him a hand and Dawn took it. Quincey pulled him up and into a kiss. Dawn laughed into it.

“That was…” Quincey said after a while.

“Godawful?” Dawn offered.

“I was going to say pretty good.”

“I’ll take that.”

This time when Quincey kissed him, Dawn kissed back. Quincey pulled his trousers up and said: “Your hair’s a mess.”

“And whose fault is that?” asked Dawn.

“Mine,” Quincey replied without any sort of remorse. In fact, he smiled, angelically.

“Yours,” said Dawn.

Quincey looked at him for a long moment. Then he stepped closer and tried to smooth down Dawn’s hair.

“That’s only going to make it worse,” Dawn said.

“Oh,” said Quincey and pulled his hands away. “Okay.”

“But don’t stop!” Dawn protested.

Quincey laughed and put his hands back into Dawn’s hair. Dawn kissed him and Quincey dropped his other hand to Dawn’s back, pulling him closer and holding him there. Dawn wrapped his arms around him and didn’t think about the warm feeling rising in his chest.

#hpma fic #dawncey #dawn harvelle #quincey alderly #*my writing #*mine #dawn is the most unreliable narrator #he is also not the utmost authority on bl*wj*bs so take his word with a pinch of salt

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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12 and 28 for Ves/Kurt and Keme/Jorgan, but I'm gonna make you choose which pairing gets which prompt too ;3

Happy Star Wars Day, have some post-SoR Keme/Jorgan

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss

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Today had already been a long day, and the second half promised to to feel at least its match. Keme could handle long days. Even if her long days were usually in the field hunting down Imps rather than anywhere near as posh as the Senate Tower. That wasn’t what had her near to pacing a hole in the floor, though. Nor was the culprit her renewed righteous fury at the reminder of all that could be laid at her (former) CO’s feet. That honor belonged to the revelation no one involved in the hearing--including witnesses--was allowed to leave this wing of the Tower until the conclusion of the day’s proceedings.

Her past had given Keme a hair trigger to even the suggestion of confinement, and there were no windows in this wing. Which meant, ironically, the lunch recess was proving the most interminable part of this whole ordeals for her. And she’d spent two hours testifying this morning.

“Hey.” A hand on her arm stopped the current loop and Aric’s furrowed brow as he caught her eye made his concern plain. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like feeling trapped,” Keme said tightly, bobbing her head toward the security personnel posted by the door and keeping a casual eye on the relevant parties, then flashed a grim smile. “Funny how claustrophobic a building this kriffing huge can be. ‘Specially with all eyes on me.” She was the whistleblower, so to speak. The one loud enough, important enough to get something done.

He studied her a moment, then waited until the closer guard glanced away to tug her down one of the narrow side halls. “Come on.”

“Aric, someone will come looking--”

“Not for a few minutes at least, just trust me.” His hand slid down her arm til their fingers linked by habit.

She did, so she followed without a further word down the hall past the ‘freshers and then through another turn until he tucked the two of them into an even more concealed vestibule, his hands coming to rest on her biceps.

“Just focus on me. There’s no one back here but us,” Aric said softly, and Keme nodded. That was easily done with him so close. Not to mention how damn good he looked in uniform.

She rested her hands on his chest and took a deep breath. Let it out. “Sorry. Two years in a cage-”

“Not something you need to apologize for, Keme,” he all but growled as he pulled her into a hug. “Or explain. I’m sorry it’s playing out like this.”

“No, it’s alright.” Keme leaned against him, drawing strength from the solid support. “I knew what testifying would entail when we agreed and it’s worth it.”

It was. A nineteen year old. A pacifist. Two best friends...

She looked up at him, still enjoying the circles he’d started rubbing on her back. “I even understand the caution to avoid something happening to us. It's just overwhelming to have so many people watching us, I guess. Not used to so much oversight,” she joked darkly. “Especially when we can’t leave.”

What she’d give to hide in her cabin on the Starbreaker for a couple hours...

“No one’s watching us right now,” Aric murmured, thumb absently tracing one scar along her cheek.

“And thank you for that,” Keme whispered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as she shuffled closer. “It means a lot knowin’ you’ve got my back.”

“Anytime, boss,” he returned, voice low and rough, before leaning in to close the gap and kiss her.

Keme pushed up on her toes, trusting the secrecy of this vestibule enough to only half-suppress her purring growl of satisfaction when his fingers dug into her hair and hers tightened on his collar in response.

“Just don’t know how long we have,” he mumbled when they parted for air.

“Guess we better make the most of it then, huh?” she murmured back, one hand sliding around the back of his neck to pull him in for round two.

Aric rumbled something that might have been an amused ‘Yes, sir,’ and kissed her back. She was very handily distracted from any feeling of being trapped.

#queens fic #kiss prompts #kementari rand #aric jorgan #otp: got your back #keme/jorgan #swtor #(yes this is garza's hearing for the whole eclipse mess)

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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hii can i pls request part 2 to the collage au with nat, “What's one little kiss between friends?"

But of course !!

ii. What’s One Little Kiss Between Friends

ii: comfort by the fireplace

Part 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: Drabble. College AU set. Feel free to request the next part !

Count: < 1K

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Natasha’s grandmother may have been the sole shining light for the redhead before you came into her life.

The old woman was boisterous and warm, nothing like Natasha’s mother, who was reserved and poised, or her father, who was cold and strict.

So, of course, it was only natural for Natasha to feel like her world became a little dimmer when her grandmother passed away.

The funeral was somber, something Natasha said her grandmother would’ve hated. She tried to make up for it by staying much longer after everyone left to give a real eulogy that her grandmother would’ve loved.

You stand by Natasha the entire time, holding her hand tightly because that’s what best friends do. You keep her company through the wake when she must stand for hours on end as people who mean nothing to her greet her and tell her they’re sorry for her loss right before they try to ask about her family’s business.

You keep her company by staying the night at her massive family estate house across the hall, even though the place makes your skin crawl.

Now, you lie in a bed that doesn’t belong to you and is much too soft to be comfortable with silk sheets you’re not used to.

And you can’t sleep.

It’s nothing more than a gut feeling if anything. An intuition that you’ve somehow developed over the years.

Knowing that the feeling won’t go away, you let out a huff of breath as you get up, silently opening your bedroom door. You walk past Natasha’s room without a second thought as you carefully walk down the cold steps to the main floor.

The library was located in the far back, the doors just barely open as you peek inside. Just like your gut feeling said, you could see Natasha seeing in front of the fireplace on the lush fur carpet.

You carefully entered in, shutting the door quietly as you joined her. You plopped down, shoulder bumping against hers as you nestled in.

Without any words, Natasha shared her blanket with you, huddling you into her warmth and sadness.

You don’t say anything; you’re not really sure what you could say.

“Why are you up?” Natasha asked softly.

“You’re up,” you mumbled as if it was a sufficient answer, but Natasha seemed to understand.

Silence fell between the two of you again.

The only thing you could do was slip your arm around Natasha’s as you laced your fingers together. The actions speak louder than anything, and it makes Natasha spill things to you that she could never tell anyone else.

“I think my grandmother was the only saving grace that kept me from becoming like my parents. Spending the one week I usually got with her in the summer was always a reminder that I could be more than my parents—that in my DNA, there was more than being cold and efficient,” Natasha muttered quietly as she stared into the fireplace. “Now she’s gone and I’m—worried. What if I become like my parents?”

You wondered what the hell Natasha’s even talking about. You’re confused as hell because what does she mean by cold? You could testify right now that her hands were warm, that her body heat was better than anything the fireplace could do. Everything about Natasha Romanoff was warm.

But you’ve met Natasha’s parents—and there’s a part of you that understands why Natasha worries.

You gripped her hand a little tighter.

“Nat,” you mutter quietly, just for her ears. “Your grandmother was a lovely person, you definitely take after her. Even if she’s gone, you’re still going to be that person you want to be because it’s you. You’re the one who decides if you’re going to be more or not. You’re the one who always decides to be warm, kind, sarcastic, lively, and funny. You decide when to be reserved and efficient. These things you’re worried about, they’re not bad things because you’re a good person. You’re nothing like your parents, do you understand me?”

Natasha merely turned her head as she stared at you, the fireplace reflecting in the corner of her eyes. Something inside her chest vaguely feels choked and tangled up, threatening to crawl its way into her throat.

The truth of the matter is that Natasha isn’t too worried that she’ll turn into her parents with her grandmother gone. After all, she has you. As long as she has you, she’ll be okay.

But Natasha needed something more—her eyes flickered down to your lips.

That’s right, Natasha thought distantly as she leaned over.

What’s one little kiss between friends?

Your lips are soft—sweet, even. But there’s something else. Something that can’t be tasted and only felt in Natasha’s heart.

Comfort. Reassurance.

Your eyes fluttered open when Natasha pulled back, and she wondered if she’d have to explain or apologize. But you merely sigh with content as you rest your head against her shoulder.

“Are you tired?” Natasha asked softly.

You hummed. “Yes, but let’s fall asleep here. It’s way better than the posh bed upstairs.”

Part 3

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff fanfiction #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #avengers imagine #modern avengers au #mm: answered #anon #mm.drabble.nat

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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years

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Backstabber - Ben Chilwell, Mason Mount x Reader

Haven't been doing so well mentally lately, so decided to take a break from writing. So anyways this is kind of all over the place and also Euphoria got me writing super toxic shit.

Masterlist

Warnings: drug & alcohol use, sexual references, cheating and toxic behavior

summary: In which the reader and Ben are struggling in their relationship, so she goes and seeks comfort in his best friends arms. Losely based on Euphoria.

There wasn’t much you could do to get under Bens skin. He was never really the jealous type. He trusted you too much for that. You on the other hand could sometimes not contain your feelings. You always made it quite obvious if you disliked a woman that was throwing herself at your boyfriend.

It mostly scared the women away and it was amusing to Ben so it was kind of a double win. But seriously sometimes people just had no boundaries and you needed to put them in their place.

So here you where again at some charity event for the Chelsea football club, tequilla in your hand as you watched your boyfriend talk to some blonde instagram model. You leaned against the bar, your red dress that you wore hugging your curves perfectly as you bit the inside of your lips.

„You get jealous easily.“ you boyfriends teammate Mason chuckled, joining you at the bar as you both looked at Ben who was all laughter and smiles.

„No I don’t.“ you hissed, trying to act nonchalant „They’re just talking.“

Mason raised his eyebrows, talking a sip of his whiskey. The guys rarely drank but tonight was a special event. It was all extremly posh. Everybody was wearing suits and gowns, the food being served couldn’t really be described as edible and there was a literal quartet playing music.

„Besides she is really not Bens type.“ you smacked your lips together, throwing daggers at the woman who was throwing her head back ad she laughed at one of Bens joke. Girl, no guy’s that funny.

„Well.“ Mason shrugged, studying the scene „She is pretty.“

You clenched your jaw. Obviously Mason was just trying to aggregate you but you had to admit that it worked. It was also the fact that Ben had been more distant later and you felt like the two of you were kind of starting to get bored around each other You finished your tequila in one big gulp before turning around to order yet another one.

Mason chuckled, shaking his head as he watched you lose your cool.

„Stop messing with me Mount.“ you muttered, resting your head in your hand as you watched your drink being prepared.

„I’m not trying to mess with you. I just don’t get it.“ Mason sighed, placing down his now empty glass on the bar counter. You looked at the brown haired guy with furrowed eyebrows „Don’t get what?“

„Why you don’t try to get back at him? He‘s obviously flirting with that woman to get on your nerves.“ Mason shrugged his shoulders, knowing his friends game „Ben would never be interested in someone like her.“

You scrunched your nose, thinking about what Mase had said. Was Ben really doing this on purpose? You had always thought he was just too naive to see when someone was clearly flirting with him.

„Ben doesn’t ever get jealous. I already tried that.“ you sighed, the bartender handing you your drink with a big smile.

„Oh, I wouldn‘t be to sure about that.“

Mason closed the bathroom stall door behind him, giggling like a little boy. You rolled your eyes at the guys childish behavior, leaning against the wall. Even the toilets in this place looked absolutely immaculate.

„Are you sure this is a good idea?" watching Mase get out his lighter from his tuxedo. He held up a little plastic bag in front of you smiling from ear to ear.

„Are you kidding?“ he squealed, clearly very much drunk as he started to prepare everything to roll his joint on the shelf above the toilet „This is a great idea.“

You sighed, gripping your clutch while Mason prepared you a joint. It didn’t take him long before handing you one and soon enough you both were smoking weed in the bathroom stall like high school kids.

„Just a question…“ you giggled, feeling the weed kick in already. You both were sitting on the ground opposite each other as Mason played with your left high heel that you had taken of „How does this help to make Ben jealous?“

„It won’t.“ he stated, taking a drag of his joint before shrugging „It’s just gonna give us a little time and courage. Plus it’s fun.“

You nodded, not really getting what his plan was. But hey you trusted him after all he knew what he was doing. Or so you thought. In reality you had no idea what was going on in Masons head at the moment. You didn't notice him blushing or fidgeting with his hands when he was around you. You didn't even notice.

„Why are you even helping me?“ you furrowed your eyebrows, leaning back your head against the wall.

„Because.“ he stated, jokingly slapping your foot before pretending to massage it „ The blonde girl he flirted with. Well, she was my date.“

You gasped, not believing what you were hearing „Really?“

„Yes.“ he chuckled, shaking his head as he knew he wasn't really being fully truthful „But it doesn't matter. I mean I don’t even really know her.“

„But still!“ you squealed, trying to figure this out „That’s a shitty thing to do.“

And before Mason could say anything else, you heard the bathroom door open. Fuck, you both looked at each other with wide eyes. The whole bathroom probably reeking of weed.

You smiled a little looking at Masons face as he looked dead scared. He mouthed you a „Please don’t.“

But you couldn’t help it, you burst out into laughter as Mason hovered above your throwing his joint into the toilet before covering your mouth with his hand.

Trying to get you to to stop laughing while his face was only inches away from yours. You knew this wasn’t funny, Mason should really not be caught smoking. But it was just the weed that made all of this freaking hilarious to you, what were you supposed to do?

You could hear the person leave the bathroom stall and wash their hand. Then when they dried their hand and you thought you were out of danger Mason dropped his hand from your face. Looking at you only inches away from you.

And then next thing you knew you suddenly felt Mason press his lips against yours. You didn’t move, you didn’t do anything. Just sat there eyes wide open as your boyfriends best friend literally kissed you.

Suddenly you noticed a shadow creep up under the toilet stall, pushing Masons face away with your hand and breaking apart the one sided kiss. Mason looked back to see what you were staring at but it was too late by then.

Your bathroom stall door was ripped open and Mason and you just looked up at the person standing there. Busted.

„Jesus Christ!“ Jorghino hissed, holding his hand over his heart „I thought someone died in here!“

Mason at you sighed, seeing it was only his teammate. Still completely frozen though.

„What are you two doing?“ Jorghino furrowed his eyebrows, studying the suspicios position you two were in.

You took Masons hands off you before pushing him away as he was basically sitting on you. The guy stood up, wiping his hands on his pants as you threw away what was left of your joint before also getting up.

„Nothing.“ Mason cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders as you stood next to him awkwardly bouncing on your legs.

„Are you two fucking high?“ Jorghino gasped, not believing he had just caught this.

„No.“ you lied, half giggling. Well that just gave it away you idiot.

Mason raised his eyebrows, shaking his head at you. You were obviously as high as a kite.

„Does Ben know you lock yourself in the bathroom stall with his girlfriend to get her high?“ Jorghi now asked, crossing his arms as he looked Mason up and down.

„No silly!“ you squealed, hitting Jorghis chest playfully „He is also high!“

„That’s…“ Mason sighed, shaking his head as he pulled you back. He knew what Jorghi was hinting at. It didn’t look good that he had just basically sat on top of you faces only inches a part but even worse was that he had just fucking kissed you „That’s not his point.“

You raised your eyebrows only now understanding the issue. Ben couldn’t find out about this, you wouldn’t be able to lie to him. And if he found out Mason got high with you and then kissed you, things could get complicated.

„Oh no!“ you hissed but Jorghi had already turned around and started heading his way out the bathroom.

Mason and you looked at eachother in panic before both cursing „Shit.“

You couldn’t believe you were just chasing Jorghino through a freaking crowd. Mason right next to you as you pushed past the mass of people.

„Jorghi!“ you yelled but the guy couldn’t be bothered „Stop please!“

This wasn’t a part of Masons plan to be fair. He didn’t really wanna fight with Ben. He just wanted to have a little fun and he had messed up doing so.

„Love?“ you felt a hand grab your shoulder as you stopped in your tracks. Mason slamming into your side, suprised by your sudden stop.

Your boyfriend, stared at you with furrowed brows as you watched Jorghi get lost in all the people. So he was gone for a while. Now just act normal Y/n.

„Where have you been?“ Ben asked, feeling like you were in a total other dimension right now „I’ve been looking for you everywhere.“

„I was…“ you started but you couldn’t think of anything. So you did the next logical thing. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck before eagerly pressing your lips onto his. Ben hesitated for a second, before looking at Mason through his side eye.

He pulled away, holding you by your upper arms so you would be steady as he looked back and forth between you an Mase „What did you do?“

He would have recognized the face of guilt on Masons face any day. His mind immediately trying to find answers.

„We… We…“ you stuttered, trying to come up with something.

„We went to the bathroom?“ Mason blurted out like the idiot he was. Ben furrowed his eyebrows as he studied his best friend, not understanding the way you guys were behaving.

„Together?“ Ben asked, clearly confused.

„Yes, he accompanied me. To be safe and stuff.“ you smiled, not believing Ben would actually buy it but to your suprise your boyfriend nodded as he put on a smile.

„Alright.“ he smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist before looking back at Mase once again „Thanks for taking care of her mate.“

The look on Masons face was one of pure guilt. He was way too stoned to even think straight but he knew he had made a big mistake. Kissing you had just been one of those spur of the moment things. It was basically meaningless.

You also knew that but you still were kinda mad at Mason for having done it. It just made things weird and you didn’t want Ben and you to fight over something this stupid.

„Ben.“ you were brought back to reality by a high pitched voice, feeling people press up on you from all sides. You looked up to see the blonde woman that had thrown herself at your boyfriend earlier stand right in front of you.

She was holding up two glasses of champagne, one clearly for Ben. Didn’t she see that he had his arms literally wrapped around you. The audacity.

„I brought you that drink you asked for.“ she smirked, handing over her drink to your boyfriend before throwing her hair behind her shoulder with her free hand. Her jewelry glistening under the lights of the big chandeliers decorating the hall.

Your boyfriend of course thanked her over politely and acted completely oblivious to the fact that the woman was currently throwing herself at him. You could feel Masons eyes on you from the side as he sent you a knowing look.

He knew his plan hadn’t worked at all. You hadn’t made Ben jealous and he was feeling extremely guilty for having kissed you. But what if you could actually use that to your advantage?

„Hey.“ the younger guy now said, getting everybodies attention „I‘ve got an idea.“

You could see over the whole city as you walked on the pavement of the rooftop. Feeling the cold air around your body as you felt Ben put his blazer over your shoulder before pulling you closer to his chest. You inhaled his cologne before sighing.

„So.“ Mason stopped in his tracks a big smirk on his lips as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

What exactly was his plan? He had brought the four of you, including that blonde twat, up to the rooftop of the building. Which wasn’t even permitted for access to be fair.

Mason put his hand into the pocket lf his blazer just like he had done earlier before pulling out the same plastic bag he had earlier. The blonde woman gasped as you furrowed your eyebrows.

You all sat on the ground under the rooftops lights as Mason started handing out joints. You sat next to him, hesitantly leaning over to whisper in his ear „What are you doing? Isn’t this a little too much? I’m already fucking high.“

„Just wait.“ he whispered as he pointed at Ben who was sitting a little further away, too distracted by talking to the woman whos name was Lillian as it turned out.

You clenched your jaw, completely done with everything before turning your head back to Mason and smirking „Alright let’s do this.“

Taking a drag from your joint as you felt yourself getting higher by the minute. This actually felt suprisingly good. Suddenly you forgot all the guilt you had ever felt over kissing Mason in the bathroom.

„Alright I have an idea.“ you giggled, like a little girl as Ben sat opposite you with raised eyebrows and crossed arms. He obviously denied the weed, he didn’t agree with it but the rest of you were all enjoying it, so he didn’t say much. „Let’s play truth or dare.“

Ben squinted his eyes before groaning „What are we like ten year olds?“

You rolled your eyes, moving your stretched out legs a litte further towards Mason sitting on your left. Lillian who was sitting on your right laughed akwardly.

„Are you scared Chilwell?“ you bit your lip, sending Ben a challenging look.

„No of course I‘m not scared.“ he chuckled, knowing you were stoned.

„Then what’s the problem?“ Mason asked, raising his eyebrows at his friend.

„It’s nothing.“ Ben sighed, looking back and forth between the two of you. It felt like you two had bonded to attack him, it was odd. But the older guy tried to brush it off as he shrugged „Alright then. Let’s play. Lillian truth or dare?“

„Hmm…“ the blonde women smirked, obviously happy Ben had chosen to ask her first „Truth.“

You guys played for a little, while finishing your joints. By the end of it Mason and you were obviously a little too high and started getting a little more daring. But almost nothing worked, your boyfriend just wasn’t a jealous person. This whole thing was pointless.

„Okay Mase.“ Lillian smiled, looking at the guy sitting opposite her „Truth or dare?“

„Truth.“ Mason mumbled, totally not hiding his dislike for her.

„Would you have a threeway with Y/n and me?“ the blonde woman asked, looking at the Chelsea player.

Mason thought about it as he stared right at you. He didn’t hesitate before answering, absolutely stoned and oblivious of his best friends feelings „Yes, why not.“

Ben cleared his throat, slowly getting uncomfortable with where this was heading as he looked to the ground.

„I’ll take that as a compliment.“ Lillian giggled, looking back and forth between you and Mason, sensing something was clearly up.

„Okay.“ Mason sighed, looking at you with a mischievous smirk forming on his lips „Y/n. When was the last time you kissed someone who’s not Ben?“

„I’ll pass.“ you swallowed, thinking the guy was losing his mind. He was way too fucking high.

„Why?“ Ben furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding any of this.

„Because it doesn’t matter.“ you sighed, trying to act nonchalant „Plus I hardly remember.“

Ben looked unsure of whether or not he believed you. He didn’t like when you behaved like this. All though he knew it was probably just the weed talking, it hurt his feelings.

„How can you not remember that?“ he stated, not understanding your stubbornness sbout the topic „We‘ve only been together a year.“

„Well.“ you shrugged, rolling your eyes because he wasn’t letting this go „Maybe I kissed a lot of guys. Can you just stop being annoying about this.“

Ben raised his eyebrows and everyone was dead silent. Lillian and Mason watching as they were clearly uncomfortable. This wasn’t good. You didn’t mean to be rude but you just didn’t want Ben to find about the kiss. It would only upset him over nothing and make things awkward.

„Wow.“ your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head as he got up from the floor. He dusted of his pants before looking down at you one last time „How’d you feel if I had said something like that to you?“

With that Ben turned around and started walking away. You swallowed, feeling extremely embarrassed. Ben was right, you were a total bitch just now.

You felt Masons eyes one you as Lillian got up, running after Ben, calling for him with her high pitched voice as he made his way inside. He didn’t even turn around to look at her.

„This wasn‘t how this was supposed to go.“ Mason mumbled as you glared at the floor in front of you „I’m sorry.“

You sighed, also getting up before looking at Mason, who was now standing right in front of you „Why did you do that?“

„I don’t know.“ he shook his head, biting his lips.

„Do you not like me or something?“ you asked the brown haired guy „Do you want me to breakup with Ben-"

„What?“ Mason squealed, shaking his head frantically „No, no. I just-"

„You what?“ you yelled histerically, getting frustrated with the guys behavior.

Mason took a deep breath, looking at the ground. He scratched the back of his neck. Looking like he was trying to search for the right thing to say.

„I think I like you.“

Ben was staring out the car window, not giving you the time of day as the taxi drove through the streets of London. He hadn’t said a word to you since leaving the event. And neither had you, still startled about what had happened on the rooftop.

You played with your phone, that had run out of batteries as you thought about everything. Mason having admitted he liked you had taken you by surprise to say the least. It wasn’t good. It was actually really really bad.

„Do you want me to go home?“ you broke the silence as you stared at your boyfriend.

Ben sighed shaking his head before shrugging and mumbling a tired „I don’t care.“

„Well, I just have to get my stuff at your place and then I can leave.“ you whispered, knowing he wasn’t in the mood to talk „I mean if you don’t want me to stay.“

„That’s not what I said.“ Ben said through gritted teeth, his hand gripping on his knee.

He was angry and disappointed and you couldn’t even blame him. This whole situation was supposed to be fun and lighthearted. you just wanted to play a little game and fool around.

„But it’s what you thought.“ you sighed, rubbing the inner corner of your eye.

„It’s not.“ he shrugged, rolling his eyes „You can do whatever you want. You’re a grown woman, make your own choices.“

Ben hadn’t ever talked about it again. About what happened that night between the two of you on the rooftop. It had been a whole month since the whole ordeal. That night you had chosen to stay. To work things out with your boyfriend but instead the two of you just kind of moved on, never mentioning it again.

You also hadn’t talked to Mason ever since you had left him on the rooftop, knowing if Ben knew the full story he’d probably have freaked out even more. You just didn’t want to tell him as it would only have hurt him.

Bens grip on your waist was firm and tight as you both greeted his and Masons friends. The house slowly starting to fill up as you put on your best fake smile. Standing in between the two guys, feeling like you were about to suffocate in your short tight baby blue dress.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had this big thing that you were hiding from Ben, he had decided to throw none other than Mason a birthday party at his house. Inviting each and every person he knew.

Everyone had their girlfriends by their side. They were so different than you. The way that they carried themselves in their gowns, it seemed natural. Their smiles revealing their perfectly white teeth as they laughed along to everything.

Some of them even sipping on champagne. You couldn’t drink tonight, scared you’d embarass Ben again. Since he had flipped out on you, you made sure to walk on eggshells around him.

The party was in full swings as you stood there leaning against the walls while Mason was talking to some guy, you didn’t even know, next to you. You watched all the people dance and have fun as you put your head back against the wall. Not drinking was turning out to be really hard when everyone was bascially wasted.

You chuckled when you saw Ben with a beer in his hand stumble towards you. A big smirk on his face as he basically threw himself onto you, his face only inches away from yours.

„You smell like alcohol.“ you giggled, crossing your arms as Ben trapped you in between his arms. He put one hand on your cheek as he traced your skin with his fingers, taking another gulp of his beer before basically shoving the bottle into Masons hand and smashing his lips onto your.

You held your breath as he grabbed your butt, pulling you in towards his body. Ben started attacking your neck with kisses as you stood there uncomfortable with the whole thing, feeling Mason stare at you from the side. Your eyes met his as you sent him an apologetic look, wanting to let him know you weren’t doing this on purpose.

„Love.“ you fake smiled, trying to grab Bens hands roaming over your body „Can you please not.“

„What?“ Ben mumbled, obviously having not understood you as his drunken brain was working a little slower.

„I said you should stop.“ you said through gritted teeth, not wanting to cause a scene but Ben didn’t stop, he just continued kissing you.

Mason cleared his throat before excusing himself to his friend as he took of, his eyes glued onto the ground. You were slowy getting frustrated with your boyfriend. Maybe he just hadn’t heard you over the music so you had to get a little clearer. You slightly pushed him off you before hissing „Stop Ben!“

Ben was startled, standing there in front of you. His hair severly messed up as he furrowed his eyebrows. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for Mason.

„What was that for?“ Ben groaned, shaking his head but you didn’t even try to listen to him, fully freeing yourself from his grasp as you started make your way through the living room. Ignoring all the people trying to talk to you.

As you searched Bens house for Mason, inspecting each and every room. It wasn’t until you reached one of the guests bedrooom on the second floor that you found him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low.

„Mase.“ you sighed, closing the door behind you as you approached the gutted looking guy.

Mason sighed, shaking his head as you carefully sat down on the bed next to him. You could smell his cologne from this close. Not sure what to do you carefully placed your hand on his knee.

„I’m sorry.“ you whispered, knowing exactly how he must feel right now. Having been in his shoes one to many times. „I didn’t mean for that to happen.“

Mason took a deep breath before grabbing your hand and removing it from his knee „You really shouldn’t do that.“

You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down as you knew this wasn’t good. You got up from the bed pacing up and down the room, thinking of what to say to make any of this better.

„I just don’t understand.“ Mason rolled his eyes, looking up at you „That night on the rooftop. You told me that you also liked me. You told me that and kissed me for gods sake. And then you just ghosted me.“

Well, maybe you had forgotten to mention the full story of what had happened that night after Ben left. You did in fact tell Mase you also liked him and you did kiss him but it was a mistake.

„I was trying to save my relationship.“ you swallowed, trying to get Mason to understand where you were coming from. After all Ben and you were together for almost a year, it wasn’t just something you’d give up on that easily.

Mason chuckled, shaking his head as he looked up at you „See that’s what I don’t understand. Ben and you are horrible for each other. Both of you know it. God, everybody knows it.“

„Maybe we just are burnt out.“ you sighed, thinking about Ben and you „I mean he clearly has zero regards for my feelings and I can’t act like I’ve been the best girlfriend ever. So maybe, just maybe we’re done.“

Mason didn’t say anything. It was hard for him to hear you talk about Ben. After all he still had feelings for you. But he had never wanted to come between you and Ben and somehow this felt like it was all his fault.

He knew he should have said no. He should have encouraged you to work on the relationship. To at least try. But what came next was the selfish part of him talking.

„Yes. Maybe.“

It was all it took for you to stop in your tracks and look back to see Mason, who was standing right there. His breathing slow and flat with his face was only inches away from yours as he licked his bottom lip his eyes gazing at your lips.

And it was you, who did it. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you eagerly pressed your lips on his. Of course he didn’t hesitate, immediatley roaming his hands up and down your body and slamming your body against the door before locking it.

And yes, you were ashamed to admit it. But soon enough your panties were down as Mason was fucking you against the door of the bedroom. Covering your mouth with his hand or keeping your lips connected as he made sure you weren’t being to loud.

It was all rather rough and sloppy, symbolizing both of your frustration and anger towards eachother and the whole situation. But that didn’t make it any less horrible. Even though it maybe didn’t mean that much to you, you knew this was absolutely unforigveable. But you were so mad at Ben for some reason.

„I fucking hate you.“ you mumbled inbetween moans, as you dug your nails into Masons back „You ruined my realitionship.“

„I know.“ Mason groaned, completetly out of breath before he pressed his lips against yours again. His tounge exploring every inch of your mouth before he pulled away „But you’re still enjoying fucking me-“

A loud bang appeared shortly followed by someone frantically pressing down the door handle.

„Mason open the door!“

Fuck! Mason immediately covered your mouth as you gasped. Panic sat in as you realized your boyfriend was literally standing on the other side of the door.

„Mason please, I can’t find Y/n. Just drop whatever girl your railing in there and come out to talk to me!“ Ben yelled, still trying to open the door.

„Oh my god.“ you whined as Mason ripped his eyes wide open gesturing you to be quiet with his index finger.

He pulled out of you, zipping his pants as he tried to come up with a solution on what to do. You couldn’t move, just frozen in your state, your underwear still halfway down your legs.

„Just a minute!“ Mason now yelled back, trying to find a spot to hide you.

„Come on Mason.“ Ben now spoke as he sounded completely desperate „Just open the damn door!“

„Get dressed.“ Mason whispered, starting to freak our as well as you just stood there with tears slipping down your face.

„I can’t.“ you sobbed, thinking about what you had done.

„Yes you can.“ Mason sighed, starting to pull up your underwear again. As he pulled down your tight dress, covering you up as well as he could „Come on now Y/n.“

„Open the god damn door now!“

„Okay just hide behind there. I’ll go out and make sure, he won’t come in.“ Mason grabbed you by your shoulders, putting you behind the curtains that were hanging next to the window, while you just silently cried, not saying a word.

He rearranged the material so Ben woudn’t see you. And next thing you knew you could hear him unlock the door. You covered your own mouth, not daring to breath as Ben pushed open the door fully, behind him none other than Jorghino.

„Where is she?“ Ben now hissed, looking at Mason in spite.

Fuck, he knew.

„What…“ Mason chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows as he understood he had been played by his best friend.

„Where’s Y/n!“ Ben pushed his friend and you knew this wouldn’t end well.

„Mate- I-“ Mason stuttered, not knowing what to say as he looked back at Jorghino. It all made sense now.

Jorghino had already been supsicious of Mason and you. So when he had seen you both disappear out the living room at almost the same time that immediately rang alarm bells. His suspicion was confirmed as he followed you through the house, listening to every little part of your conversation from the other side of the door. When things started getting heated, he decided it be best if he got Ben, proving his loyalty to the guy.

It of course didn’t take long for Ben to push his way past Mason and enter the room. Angrily scanning it, trying to find you. It was when he was literally almost right in front of you that you decided it was enough. You were caught.

You pulled apart the curtains front of you, revealing yourself to your boyfriend with teary eyes. Mason tried to step in between Ben and you but was shoved away by your boyfriend rather harshly.

Ben eyes fell on you as he scanned you up and down. Seeing the state of your smudged lipstick and messed up hair there was no doubt in his mind what just had happened in here.

„I can’t fucking believe you.“ he now hissed and you could hear he was trying to cover the hurt in his voice.

„Ben.“ Mason whispered, shaking his head as you wiped away your tears „This wasn’t about you.“

„Are you fucking kidding me?“ Ben yelled, looking at Mason like he had lost his mind.

You knew he had to resist the urge to punch him and you couldn’t blame him if he did.

„You fuck my girlfriend and it isn’t about me?“ Ben chuckled, shaking his head „You’re such a self centered asshole Mason! You literally can have any fucking woman and decide to fuck someone I actually care about!“

„It’s not like that Ben.“ Mason pressed his lips together, not wanting Ben to think he just did this for sex „I actually like her.“

Ben didn’t say anything, he only looked like someone had ripped his heart out as he stared at his best friend.

„If you liked her you wouldn’t have done this Mason.“ Ben bit the inside of his mouth, shaking his head „Cause big fucking surprise Mason; Y/n loves me. And you just ruined our fucking realitionship and you-“

Ben turned towards you pointing his finger at you as you silently sobbed, knowing you shouldn’t even try to say anything „You’re-“

Bens voice broke as he looked at you with teary eyes „You’re fucking dead to me. You can pack your things and leave.“

With that Ben turned around and stormed out the room. Jorghino just stood there startled, shaking his head at Mason and you before following his friend.

You watched Ben take off as you wrapped your arms around yourself, hovering over as teardrops hit the floor.

„Y/n.“ Mason whispered reaching out his hand for you. But you immediately pulled away.

„No he was right Mason.“ you cried, looking at the brown haired guy „You’re his best friend. We shouldn’t have done this.“

„I don’t care.“ Mason sighed, pulling you in towards his chest as you silently sobbed into his t-shirt.

You pushed your hand against his chest, violently sobbing „No, I hate you! I fucking hate you!“

„I know. I know.“ Mason pulled you in tighter, as he kissed the top of your head „Trust me. I know.“

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hiii babyy! could you do a overstim smut with remus? and somehow add some mocking/degrading in there, ik your busy but when you have the time <3

Overstimulation

Hellu baby!! Yes yes I can, hope you enjoyy <3

Warning: 18+!

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Remus is a sweetheart, but in the bedroom he is ruthless. Wether it‘s his wolf who can‘t get enough of you or him, he isn‘t satisfied with a few rounds of fucking. God the way he worships your body so diligently, makes you cum so many times and the way he kisses you has you melting. But his words? His words are absolute filth, degrading and mocking, cussing you out in such a gentle tone, you‘d think he was confessing his love. Remus can only be described as sin.

„Hey, Dorcas and I are having a girls night, we want you to come as well!“, Lily said as she looped her arm through yours on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sat down next to Remus, giving him a quick kiss and answered.

„I‘d love to-“, you were cut off by a hand squeezing your thigh and cleared your thoat,“ -but I can‘t, I‘ve already made plans..“

Lily pouted a little before she told you that she won‘t accept excuses next time. You put your head on Remus‘ shoulder, hissing, „What the hell was that?“

He just shrugged his shoulders, „Don‘t want you to go. I‘ve been a little restless, you know...“

Oh. OH.

You blushed a little, sitting upright and nodded. „‘Course love, whatever you need.“

He gave you an innocent smile, a mocking glint in his eyes and resumed to eat.

Oh Merlin, he‘s going to wreck you.

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„Soo“, Sirius said smirking,“Moony says he needs the dorm tonight?“

You groaned and gave him a warning look. „One more word out of your posh mouth and I‘ll tell everyone about the socks!“

Sirius instantly soberd up, raising his hands in defeat. He has been stealing James‘ socks and left them all over the castle, like a treasure hunt. It was too funny to expose him, the expression on James‘ face when he found yet another one of his socks in a potions couldron was priceless.

„No need to take out the big guns babe“, Sirius huffed. „We want the nice Moony back anyway, he‘s been a prissy git lately.“

You laughed a little, as Sirius dramatically rolled his eyes.

„I‘ll try my best.“

„Just suck his d-“

„SIRIUS!“

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„I want you to sit on the floor infront of the mirror and spread your legs.“

His tone was strict, accepting no back talk. You had to threat very carefully on nights like this, Remus was very merciless.

You nodded, getting up from his lap, but he tangled your hair in his hand and pulled you back down. You gasped when his cock pressed against your clit. He stared into your eyes, the complete domination making you weak.

„When I ask you something, you respond with your words, baby.“

„Yes Remus, I‘m sorry.“ You were breathless already, the way he was pressing against your clit made you want to grind down. Of course you didn‘t, that would mean punishment.

He gave you a curt nod and gestured on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and you sat down on the floor, your head resting back against his abdomen. Spreading your legs you waited for further instructions.

Remus let his hands wander towards your breasts, fingers ghosting over your nipples and pinched them gently. You gasped, chest arching towards his hands and he smiled, pulling them harder. Whining you closed your legs to rub your thighs so you could feel some stimulation against your clit, but his hand came down hard on your breast, making you cry out.

„Now now pup, I never told you to close your legs. You want me to see your pretty pussy right?“

You nodded quickly, spreading your legs as wide as you could. He hummed in satisfaction.

„Look at you, already dripping all over the floor. Are you really that desperate to be fucked? Huh?“, he scoffed, pinching your nipples, before he leaned down to suck at them.

You moaned as his hands came down to rest on your pussy and felt you clench under his hands and mouth.

„You cunt‘s clenching already, feel that? You miss having my cock inside of your slutty cunt? Want me to play with your clitty? Hm?“

„Please Remus, need your touch.“

He leaned back again, looking at your begging face from above and gave you a mocking grin. „Oh baby, you can beg better than that!“

You whimpered, nuzzling your face against his crotch, blinking up at him innocently. He pulled his bottom lips between his sharp teeth, a needy glint in his eyes.

„Please Remmy“, you mewled, „please. I‘m begging you, need you so bad..“

He could‘t control himself anymore, kissing you hard, his hand squeezing your throat. He pulled back a little to mutter against you lips, „Get on the fucking bed.“

You hastily got up to lay down on the bed and he slipped between your open thighs. Nosing against your inner thigh he took a deep breath.

„Fuck, I can smell your neediness. Such a desperate slutty baby I have..“ He left hot open mouthed kissed along your legs, before he slowly trailed towards your pubic bone. He locked his eyes on yours and went down, softly kissing your cunt, tongue separating your pussy lips. Your toes curled in anticipation and he suddenly licked a broad strip from your hole up to your clit, immediately moaning at your taste.

Once he tasted you he was obsessed, consumed by you, his hands holding your hips still. Remus moved as close as possible, his tongue in your hole and his nose pressed against your clit, moving his head from side to side.

„God, I can‘t get enough of you“, he moaned as he lapped at your clit, two fingers pushing inside to curl around your sweet spot, „you‘re all that I think about and. I. hate. it.“ He thrusted in brutally with every word and you cried out, locking your legs behind his head. He groaned at that, encouraging you.

„Fuck, yes ride my fingers. C‘mon you stupid brat, fuck yourself!“

You rocked your hips, broken moans spilling past your lips, the tension in your pussy getting too much.

„Gonna cum gonna cum goona cum, please Remmy! Rem- ah“

He took your clit between his lips, locking his jaw and sucked hard, his fingers hitting the spongey spot inside of you with practiced accuracy.

„Cum then.“

You lost control, crying out teary eyed as you came on his face. He was growling, the vibrations prolonging your orgasm, making your hips stutter as you grinded your pussy against his lips. He kept lapping at your cunt, drinking everything you gave him like a starved man, moaning and groaning around you.

Remus pulled back, hands twisting your ankles to turn you in your belly. He pushed his fingers inside of your again, fast and mercilessly fucking you. You cried out, trying to get away but he held your hands tight against your back.

„You didn‘t think that I‘m done with you right?“, he hissed against your ear, biting at you cheek. „I‘m gonna make you cum until you have nothing to give. Until I can‘t taste you on my tongue.“

„Rem- too much ple-“

You choked on your words as his other hand came down on your ass in quick slaps, leaving raw handprints. You were crying now, pleading with him to let you go, but that only made him fuck your harder.

„You don‘t get to deny me what is mine!", he yelled, pulling you on your knees by your hair.

He took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

„Remus!“

You came again, voice shrill with the force of your orgasm, squirting a little into his mouth. He moaned against your cunt, sucking your lips and hole to get all of it.

Letting go of your head you collapsed on the bed and he turned you on your back again, kissing you aggressively.

„Want a third one before I fuck you with my cock.“

„Remmy no, I can‘t it hurts!“, your voice came out weak, begging for his mercy.

He pulled you on his bare lap, hands grabbing your face, the sheer size nearly covering your entire head. He pushed his forehead against yours, eyes flashing with rage. Oh no, this wasn‘t just Remus talking now.

„If you tell me no ever again“, he bit out, voice unusually deep, „I will tie you up with my wand vibrating in your cunt all night. Understood?“

You swallowed thickly, believing every word. „Yes Remus, I understand.“

„Good“, he cooed, voice light again, „Rub your pussy against my thigh. There you go, good slut.“

You were breathing heavy, your clit rubbing against his thigh with every move of your hips. He leaned back on his palms, lip pulled between his teeth, observing you. The way he looked at you made you needy and you whined. Lord, his gaze was so desperate to fuck you already and he let out a condescending laugh when he felt you go faster.

„Ready to cum again? Fucking whore, look at how you‘ve soaked my leg, gotta make you clean it all up after.“

His filthy words made you go faster, clit catching delicious on his leg. Remus flexed his muscles and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell against his chest, hips still moving against him and cried out when he spanked your sore cheeks, pulling them apart to expose your hole. He spit on his fingers and rubbed against your asshole, making you convulse on his lap as you came again.

„Filthy bitch, you came again?!“

You whimpered, nuzzling his neck. He cooed, pressing kisses against your flushed cheeks. „Tell me what you want baby.“

You blinked up at him, deep in subspace and pouted. „Want your cock Remmy. Please?“

He gave you a lopsides smile, voice mimicking yours. „Please?“

You mewled, getting on your knees to nuzzle against his cock, leaving kisses on the side. He bucked his hips, spreading his legs to give you space.

He moaned as he talked, head thrown back. „Get your Remmys cock wet and I‘ll fuck your slutty cunt.“

You perked up at that, drooling on the tip of his cock and took him in your mouth, suckling lightly. Remus stroked your hair, humming with delight when your tongue rubbed against the vein on the side.

„Remuuus“, you whined, „please fuck my pussy.“

He pulled your head back and you released him with a pop. He picked you up and put you on his desk, the head of his cock teasing your slit. You jumped, legs trembling when he rubbed against your oversensitive clit.

„Remus please! Plea-“

He pushed inside, fucking you in a punishing rhythm, his hands locked around your neck to keep you upright. He was staring into your dazed eyes, his own pupils dilated with lust.

„Ah-“, your voice came out broken as you sobbed when he hit your spot, „there yes please!“

„Fuck baby“, he growled, angling his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, „you gonna cum again? Huh?“

„Yesyesyes- ah fuck please!“ You were a mess, tears stresming down your face, because it hurt so good.

He threw your legs over the crook of his arm and lifted you into the air, his cock even deeper inside you and fucked you so full of his cock, you felt him in your tummy. Obscene sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your ass and your needy moans where filling the room.

„Feel me ah in your tummy, hm? M‘gonna give you all of my cum fuck you better keep it all in.“

You were a blabbering mess, hands tugging at his hair to kiss him, his name leaving your lips like prayer. Remus pushed you against the wall, one hand on your clit as his mouth sucked on your nipples. He pushed you over the edge when he slipped one finger into your asshole.

„Full so full Remmy, Rem-!“

You cried out, cumming from the feeling of having every hole filled, squeezing him so tight that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore. He came inside of your pussy in hot spurts, the sensation of his cum making you come again. Falling on the bed with you in his arm, cock still burried inside of you, he panted hard.

Still inside of you he rolled around so youwere underneath him, kissing your tears away. You were deep in subspace, whimpering with every soft word he spoke.

He grinned at you, proud that he could reduce you to a blubbering mess. „My good girl“, he croons, „only one to make me feel so good.“

He kissed his way down your belly and you pushed at his head. „Hurts please hurts Remmy..“

„I know baby“, he murmured, „only one more for your Remmy. C‘mon don‘t make me punish you now.“ His voice was determined , not stopping until he got one more orgasm out of you.

„Remmy“, you cried, „please, s‘too much.“ You kicked your legs weakly, trembling hands pushing at his head.

„Shut up“, he growled, „I didn‘t ask for your input.“

With that he dove in again, mouth on your hole to suck out his cum, whining as he tasted you both on his tongue. Remus pushed your legs up to your chest, rough pad of his thumb rubbing on your clit.

„Remusremusrem-“

„Go on, fuck yourself. Fucking bitch, can‘t get enough.“

You came with a high pitched shout, vision flashing white as your entire body trembled. He held you still, licking you through your high until he pulled away, face glistening with your arousal.

„Clean it up, pup.“

You kissed his cheeks, licking up your cum with sluggish movements and he kissed you when you were done.

He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you close. „Rest, baby. You did good.“

With that you passed out.

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