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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Descent Pt. 2

Masterlist of other Chapters: Here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part 4: [4] Part [5] Part [6] Part [7] Part [8] Part [9] Part [10]

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Pairing: Simeon x Reader Wordcount: 5,000 ish Genre: Luxurious Smut Tags: Voyeurism, mutual masturbation Summary: With the first chapter behind him, there's still something missing in Simeon's writing, and he needs your help to figure out what it is.

Stumble

True to his word, Simeon had the draft he promised in your email inbox within a few days. You were surprised. He seemed to be struggling so much when you last saw him, you really expected him to take a little more time. Regardless, it was to your benefit since it meant you had more time to edit.

Even if it was just the first chapter and a little bit after, you were surprised at the speed in which he jumped to the lewd scenes. It wasn’t surprising considering sex was the focus, but you would need to teach him how to reign in his enthusiasm. By the time you were finished reading through the draft the first time, your whole face had gone hot. The explicit details he wrote out only brought your mind back to what you had acted out in that sunroom just a few days ago. It was a direct translation of your actions to text. Sure, Simeon was new to the genre, but his talent as a writer still shone through.

Despite the roughness of the draft, the publisher approved it as acceptable proof of progress. They greenlit the whole project and you were more than excited to email Simeon and let him know the good news. Just as you had come back from the meeting with the executives, your phone chirped with a new message.

[SMS: I AM STUCK. I CANNOT WRITE ANYMORE. HELP ME.]

You laughed at how short and crude the message was. For someone who spent most of his time on a computer writing; he was absolutely hopeless with any other form of technology. Shaking your head at how someone like him had gotten so far in life barely knowing how to send a text, you packed up your things and made your way to his place. You did have a few notes about his first chapter to give him, anyway.

Simeon hated being deceptive. He hated how quickly he had started to rely on that image of you in his brightly lit sunroom to fuel his writing and for his own desires. He was ashamed to ask you to come over again; but he was repeating the same motions in his writing, he needed new visuals and you were the only one he could trust. In reality, his request was a thinly veiled request to see you perform again. He was able to complete his work so quickly after watching you. Researching video clips and online articles gave him some fuel, but nothing got him so fired up as watching a scene unfold from you.

It was a strange obsession he was still wrapping his mind around. He had to be careful, the temptation you possessed was absolutely dangerous. Simeon had to reassure himself that he was ancient and knew his way around humans with how long he had studied them. He needed to convince himself that he would never sully a human body, no matter how much he wanted you. His title, status and reputation as an angel were the most sacred parts of him. With so many years of writing experience, surely he could write a proper sex scene without actually ever having to fuck you.

It didn’t stop him from being nervous. No matter how many fail safes he came up with, he knew that you were effortlessly enticing him to be joined with you. He had to be vigilant. It would be the ultimate test of his will and his determination. Both for his career and his soul. He would see it through, he knew he could. No material experience could be more important than his angelic status. Right?

He paced back and forth in the foyer of his home, gnawing on his nail while he waited for you to arrive. It had taken him half an hour to find the right words to text you. Simeon glanced at the phone in his hand almost every ten seconds, hoping you had replied. He knew you had a meeting, but it should be over by now and you should be arriving at any moment. You hadn’t answered him which made him antsy. Usually you would have at least told him you were coming over. He could only hope that you were just eager to see him as he was to see you again.

He didn’t want to admit how he had fallen asleep with his hands down his pants the past three days, dreaming about your sweet voice as you came and called out to him. He didn’t want to think about how many positions he had imagined you being in. Simeon didn’t want to dwell on how many scenarios he came up with just to have you reenact them for him. Some of the scenes delved so deep into his darkest desires that he was scared to even admit he thought about them.

But he wanted to see them play out.

The doorbell barely finished ringing and he was already flinging opening the door to let you in. “I’m guessing the meeting went well.” He said with a bright smile to hide his nerves. He was already set up in his sunroom. During the time you were gone, he had brought a small folding desk to the recliner. The cable for his computer had also been moved so he didn’t have to worry about the battery being drained. You instinctively went over to the couch lined up against the wall but he stopped you. Instead of letting you lounge like you did the last time, he offered you a chair across from his makeshift desk instead. He refused to make eye contact as you made yourself comfortable.

“The meeting went as well as it could,” you said while taking out the envelopes that contained his work. “They like everything so far, but it’s still rough and needs a little bit more refinement, and I have to agree with them.”

You glanced up at him and noticed him fidgeting with his fingers while he kept his face calm. “So, what needs to be fixed up?”

You flipped through a few pages and showed him the paragraphs of smut he had written. The color drained from his face as he was face-to-face with the obscenity of his work in physical form. “So, it’s not bad. But I can tell it was your first time. There’s something missing about the partner. I can’t place it, but it just feels… flat? Like I can’t tell if they’re feeling anything from the exchange or what.”

“Ah… Oh… Hahaha. I see… That explains a lot.”

You raised a curious eyebrow at his comment. “Does it?” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back in the chair. It seemed as though Simeon was just at the verge of another great discovery about his writing and you were rather intrigued about what his thoughts were.

“Yes. I was struggling to write this next scene and I just… couldn’t figure out how to convey the partner’s feelings. It’s frustrating. I should have all the resources that I need to make it work.” He gestured at what he had written and bade you to take a look.

It was always fun to see his work in progress. With the partially polished scenes and unfinished sentences, it was like you got to see the inner workings of his brain. What he had in front of you was a far cry from the more polished work you were used to, but the overall flow of action was much better than the travesty you had seen last time. However, you could see the exact point where he started to struggle. As he said, there was a lack of feeling behind the words.

“Ooh… So this is the part where you need my help again, huh?”

Simeon covered his face with his hand. “I’m ashamed to ask you to assist me with another scene.”

You smiled softly, reaching over and ruffling his hair. “Well, I’d be the world’s worst editor and manager if I refused to help you, right?”

“You don’t have to…”

“But I want to.” You reassured him, while getting up from your seat to start stripping. Truth be told, you were waiting for the next time you got to see him so hot and bothered while working. Something about how focused he was on writing and not what his body needed made you want to push him further, see just what it took to get him distracted. “But you know… I’m sure you’d get more out of it if you experienced it too. Sometimes, just watching isn’t enough.”

Simeon felt his heart drop to his stomach from your suggestion. You were putting into words all of his desires and what he had craved ever since the last time. If he didn't have his wits about him, he knew he would have taken you up on the offer. The temptation of knowing how it felt to be in you while you moaned had piqued his curiosity and he longed to experience it. “I… Uh,” he stuttered, trying to wrap his mind around how to reply.

You dragged your finger up his thigh, pausing right at his crotch and waited for his reaction. He was so cute with his eyes wide, lips slightly parted and his brain short circuiting from your advances. You wanted to devour him and see him crumble under your fingers. “You what?” You encouraged, moving the focus from his crotch upwards, your finger skirting the soft sweater he wore and up to his chin. You tilted his head upwards to meet you eye to eye. “You want to write the best novel… don’t you?”

“I do…” He breathed, unable to take his eyes away from you and his mind struggled to keep up with how quickly you had taken control of the situation. He needed to wrestle some semblance of calm back in his favor if he wanted to continue getting what he wanted without you suspecting his obsession. “In order for me to do that, I need you to show me how…” He trailed off, cheeks flushed warm from thinking about his lewd request.

“How what? Come on now, you asked me to fuck a pillow last time, how is this going to be any worse than that?” you teased. Much to your delight, he became more flustered, his gaze dropping to the floor and he mumbled to himself. You let him get over his shyness, waiting patiently with his chin balanced at the tip of your finger.

Please uhm… Please show me how you please yourself… for this next scene.” He managed to save himself from falling completely into your trap, specifying exactly what he needed you to do. You were so alluring and so close to him, he had almost asked for the unforgivable.

You smiled, letting go of his chin and stepping back. “It’d be so much easier if I had some toys to do that… but I guess I’ll show you since you asked so nicely.” You planted a kiss on his forehead before undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“T-toys?” Simeon squeaked. He had seen them in video clips and read about them in reviews when he researched; but it never occurred to him that you might want to use them.

“It’s okay if you don’t have any. I can always settle with this…” You teased, walking over to him and fondling his crotch. “In fact, I would prefer this over anything else.”

You were close enough to see his pupils dilate and notice how his breath hitched as you touched him. He pulled away from you, hiding behind his screen and pretended to be busy with opening a new document. “I… I need to write.”

“But that’s the problem…” you whined, pouting that he pulled away but you didn’t press the issue any further. Watching him squirm was so satisfying; and you hadn’t even done anything yet. “You were writing the last time and you had the same problem, so stop writing this time and get into it.” You suggested.

“I can’t.” he shook his head vehemently. “I can’t do it. No.”

You sighed, putting your hands on your hips and looked at him. You never pegged him to be the kind of guy who waited until marriage to be intimate, but it seemed like he was alluding to the fact that he was saving himself. If he wasn’t, he was at least being very reserved for the type of content he was writing. “Fine, we don’t have to do it,” you conceded before going back to stripping yourself bare. “But feel free to help yourself to whatever you need for inspiration.” You winked, looking down at his crotch and he hastily crossed his legs when your gaze lingered.

He was so cute. You couldn’t tell if he knew exactly what he was doing. It was hard to expect someone so beautiful and of his age to not get intimate when the chance arose. Part of you wondered if it was because you weren’t desirable to him outside of your little acts. Dwelling on that thought made your chest hurt in bitterness and you shoved that to the side to focus on helping him instead.

You flopped back down on the chair, spreading your legs and resting them on the arms of the chair so that Simeon had a clear view of what you were about to do to yourself. Having him watch everything you did so close to you aroused much faster than you expected. “Well, time to get to work.” you said nonchalantly.

You closed your eyes, imagining Simeon joining you in getting nude. You imagined what it would be like for him to reveal his skin a little at a time in a playful strip tease. He always wore such bulky and cozy looking sweaters, it made you wonder just what kind of body he was hiding underneath all the layers. You started at your breasts again, squeezing them together and playing with them to aid in the fantasy.

In front of you, Simeon was typing up a storm. In your mind, it was his hands at your breasts, playing with your nipples until they were perky. You thought about him latching his soft lips around your nipple, licking at the sensitive skin there until you squirmed and moaned his name. You were careful this time to make sure you didn’t accidentally call for him when you really got into it. You weren’t in a rush to experience that embarrassment a second time.

He could see your folds progressively get wetter as you touched yourself and wrapped yourself in a fantasy he had no access to. Recalling the last time, Simeon wondered if he was occupying your mind again. This time, he was much more aware of his body’s reactions to the scene in front of him. There was no way he could ignore the pressure growing in his pants. No matter how much he focused on the document in front of him, he could feel his desires bubbling and threatening to spill over.

It was different this time. You were sprawled out in front of him, moaning softly and panting. Your head rested on the back of the chair. With your eyes closed and your mouth open slightly in an “O” you looked absolutely angelic. He wanted to join you, his fingers stopped typing and he was once again frozen, watching the performance in front of him.

You noticed he stopped typing much sooner than the last time and smirked a bit, cracking open your eyes to see his precious face staring at you in wonder. “Like what you see?” You asked coyly, sliding one hand down from your breast to your pussy. You spread yourself wide so he could see exactly just how wet you were.

Simeon only nodded, entranced with the way your folds glistened and he could smell your arousal from where he sat. He licked his lips holding onto his fraying desires as best as he could. Control yourself. You can do this. “Y-yes…” His voice came out thickly, as if his vocal chords refused to work properly.

You giggled, loving how riled up you were getting him and slowly rubbed your slick slit with your fingers. You moaned, the pleasure your fingers gave you was much better than riding a pillow. With just a quick glance, you noticed he had uncrossed his legs and was sporting a rather impressive tent in his pants. “Well, I’m glad that you’re not bored.” you teased much to his dismay.

His hands flew to his crotch, covering himself and he tried to will his boner back down to no avail. You giggled again, pulling his attention away from his arousal. “It’s okay, I would have been disappointed if you didn’t get turned on by what you’re seeing.”

“I uhm…”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him again. “Feel free to join in however you want. It only makes it all the more fun.”

Simeon gulped, torn between work and pleasure. He put himself in this predicament, he needed to figure a way out of it. He needed relief and he needed to write. The two sides of him warred as he scrambled with his fizzling brain to figure out something. An epiphany dawned on him when he heard his phone go off.

“Spam?” you asked when he fumbled with the incoming call, trying to silence the ringtone. “Or were you expecting someone?”

“Ah.. uhm… spam. I think.” He confirmed once he managed to figure out to disregard the call without picking it up. The next thing he needed to figure out was how to get the camera working and recording. You wanted to help him, but with one hand covered in fluids, you weren’t sure if he wanted you touching his phone.

Eventually with a little vocal coaching on your end and a lot of fumbling on his side, he got it to work and propped the phone up to start recording what you were doing. If he was going to get relief now, he needed to at least have proper reference to go back to later.

“Wow… you are so much kinkier than I thought.” You joked, causing Simeon to cover his face in shame, but he didn’t try to argue. There was something about having everything recorded for later that only added to the sexual tension in the room.

“It’s for research…” He mumbled more to convince himself than to explain to you what he was doing.

“Right… research.”

He moved his hands to mirror your own. One at his crotch and the other at his chest. It was difficult to hide your disappointment when you saw he wasn’t about to expose himself. His hand slipped under his clothes to touch and tease at his skin. You could see the barest hint of his abs peeking out from underneath the oversized sweater and you practically drooled at just the little bit of skin he showed off. You couldn’t help a small pout, frustrated at how unfair it was that you were putting in so much work for him and he could just so cutely masturbate alongside you.

The frustration disappeared the moment you saw his eyelids flutter clothes and he let out a soft moan. It was the most beautiful sound in the world and it was infinitely better than anything you could have imagined. His blue eyes lidded with pleasure were only opened to a sliver as he urged you to continue what you were doing.

With the camera rolling and the very vision of sin in front of you, you were more than eager to get back to getting off. Your finger found your clit and you rubbed it in the way that always made you see stars. “Hmmm, oh yeah…” You groaned, flicking your finger side to side before circling the little bundle of nerves. You were undoubtedly going to ruin his furniture again, but you didn’t care.

Simeon watched the way your fingers moved and he mimicked everything you did. His hand under his shirt pinched and rolled his nipple between his fingers. The sensation made him hiss from the initial pain but that was quickly replaced by pleasure which sent jolts of bliss straight to his aching cock. He bit his lip, repeating the motion, drowning himself in the sensation over and over again.

The scent of your essence was thick in the air. It felt like you were surrounding him with every breath he took. You were invading his every thought and infecting everything he thought was pure. But the freedom you gave him and the gratification that came with it was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of your breathy moans and the wet sounds of your fingers toying with yourself.

His own hand in his pants pumped his cock in time with the motion of your fingers. At one point you had done the most lascivious thing and slipped a finger inside of you. His eyes widened as the digit disappeared and reappeared covered in your slick. His cock twitched in his hand in jealousy. He wanted to be buried in there, he wanted to feel your heat surround him. But all he had was his hand to satisfy him.

Simeon was heavily panting now, working up to a frantic pace in his pants as his hand stroked his length. It was cramped and uncomfortable; but he couldn’t bear to expose himself to you. Surely that would be too much for you to see; and he wasn’t sure if he could control himself if he stripped alongside you.

“Mmm, I’m getting close.” you groaned, rolling your hips to meet your fingers and you teased your clit further, feeling your body tense in preparation for your climax. “What about you?”

“I… Uh.. I’m…” Simeon, stuttered, not able to process how close he was. It was so different from all the times he relieved himself alone. He just had to keep going until he was done. But with you in front of him, he wanted to do it together with you. Seeing your soaked pussy right in front of him made him more excited than he ever had been. “I think I’m close…”

You laughed at his naivety. “You think?” You teased. Perhaps you needed to up the ante a bit. “Come on… come with me.” You beckoned and pressed two fingers into your tight hole.

He blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what his hormones were doing. Seeing your fingers being engulfed by your pussy, sliding in and out slowly while you moaned right next to him was pressing all the right buttons in him. He could see you stretch to accommodate your fingers and he was entranced by that. Without warning, he gasped, his grip on his cock tightened as he came. “Oh … I’m… I’m sorry…” He panted. “You just… that was… Uhm..”

“Too hot for you to handle?” You asked, now working yourself faster. The face he made when he came all of a sudden was so hot. You would definitely think back on it during lonely nights. Simeon’s breathy moans, the way his skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat from exertion. It all added up to be a breathtaking image.

“I...Yeah…” You could see the faintest hint of red on his cheeks and smirked, satisfied that he was enjoyed himself just as much as you were loving every moment you were in front of him.

“Good… I guess it’s my turn then.” You said and went right into the motions of getting yourself to climax. Locking the image of Simeon’s “O” face in your mind, you finger fucked yourself closer and closer to completion.

You could feel your inner walls tighten and you were just at the edge of no return when you felt Simeon’s firm hand pull your fingers away. Whining loudly and glaring at him, you were about to berate him for ruining your good time until your entrance was filled with his own slender fingers. “Let me help you…” He said, his bright blue eyes were lit with a determination you hadn’t seen before and the fire behind them was such a turn on.

For someone who had just been so bashful about being intimate with you at the beginning, Simeon sure was being bold now. You didn’t say anything, not like you really could. Your capacity to form coherent words disappeared when his slender fingers entered you and mimicked the motions you had shown him. He was a fast learner, able to have you shivering with little to no effort. It was hard to believe just how he had a sudden switch in personality, but it was beside you to figure it out now.

You were free to call his name. After all, he was the one touching you now. “Oh… Simeon.” you moaned, panting and once again ramping towards your climax. This time, he was in control of the pace and the intensity of what got you off. He curled his fingers in you and you cried out loud when he brushed past a sensitive spot in you. He was so gentle and so precise, it was mind blowing what he picked up just from watching you.

“You’re close… right?” He asked sweetly. You looked at him and the intensity in his eyes was only made more obvious against his dark skin. The tone of his voice was in direct contrast to the laser focus his gaze had on your most intimate parts. Just the dichotomy of that alone inched you dangerously close to your climax.

Then, his thumb pressed against your clit and your world exploded. It was just the last bit of stimulation you needed to go over the edge. You clutched onto the arms of the chair while you rode out the high on his fingers. A mixture of curses and his name fell from your lips as you breathlessly tried to ground yourself. Your inner walls clenched around his digits and Simeon continued to slowly slide them in and out of you, marveling at the sensation of your pussy milking his fingers.

You kept seeing stars at the edge of your vision with every extra pass he took. You wanted to tell him to stop, but he was too engrossed in his ‘research’ to really pay any of your protests any mind. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out of you and you sighed in both relief and disappointment.

Simeon looked at his glistening fingers, holding them to the light and observed the slick essence that coated them. It was almost a little embarrassing to watch him be so intrigued by your fluids that you needed to distract yourself by getting dressed again so you didn’t have to look at him. While you had your back turned, Simeon experimentally licked his coated fingers and by the time you were fully clothed, he had fully cleaned them off. He looked at you and licked his lips. “Research.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Right… research.” you said, already getting hot and bothered again at what you had just witnessed. This man will be the end of me. “Do you think you’ve gotten all you need for your next scene?”

“Hmm….” He nodded sagely, remembering to stop recording. “I’ll have to review everything, but I think I know where to go from here.”

You smiled good naturedly and pat his head gently. “Don’t overwork yourself.” you said gathering your things. Once again, it had gotten late and you had to regretfully leave to ensure you caught the last trains home. “Call me or text me if you need help again, okay?”

“Oh, of course. I plan on it.” He smiled at you and your heart melted a little, but there was a devilish nature to that smile that had never been there before. “I’ll finish the next chapter probably in a week and send it to you.”

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m sure it’ll be great, as usual.” You grinned, feeling giddy after such a great climax as well as knowing that Simeon was able to continue working. It would definitely be good news to report back to the publishing house and keep them off his back as he worked in peace.

He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. It was a shame that he was already back to his usual innocent self. You wouldn’t have minded seeing more of that sex god who showed himself a few moments before. “Well, I’ll do my best to not disappoint. I have a lot to learn.”

“I’ll be sure to help you in any way I can.” You said. Looking down at your phone, you gasped noticing the time. “Shit. I gotta run if I don’t wanna walk all the way home tonight. Text me if you need anything!” You yelled, halfway across his home and stumbling to get your shoes back on.

When the door slammed shut, the silence that surrounded Simeon was deafening. He had been able to hold out on taking you, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten a taste of what it was like to sin. The uncomfortable dampness of his cum clung to his leg, but he barely noticed it. Instead, he was focused on the file on his phone. The recording of what transpired that afternoon.

Taking a shaky breath, he resisted the urge to press play. The scent of your arousal and the taste of your essence were still too fresh in his mind. He needed to clean up. He needed to work. He needed to research and plan for you. He sighed and started to make his way to the shower. If he needed relief, then at least he could take care of it there and not in the mess that was his soiled pants.

As the sun sank past the horizon and gave way to night, the light within his soul waned and the darkness he had pushed aside grew. After a taste of sin, it was only natural that he would crave more until it consumed him.

And it felt heavenly.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me! Fanfic #Obey Me! Simeon #Obey Me! Smut #Simeon x Reader #Obey Me! AU #My writing #i'm trash you're trash we're all trash #It's innocent ish now #It'll only get kinkier as we go #Formatting is weird af on tumblr #go to the Ao3 link for it to be proper with the words emphasized as they should be #I'm too tired to bother through tumblr sorry folks

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talesofphantombandits · 3 years

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Zero to Six ~ An Unexpected Visitor - Edited version. Part 2.

Characters: Four X Zero (OC) Summary: Zero was the first person to be ‘saved’ by One, she was his first honorary Ghost. Her knowledge in tech meant she got the role of ‘Hacker’ she recruited new team members, looked for missions and locations and made sure every security measure was looked at. You know normal hacker spy stuff. But her tough up bringing meant that if needs be she could fight, she was maybe even better than some people on the team knew. But due to One’s protectiveness over her she had to stay hidden, she was more of an actual ghost than the rest of the team was. This didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun though, over the months of being with the full team she had formed quite a passionate love/ hate relationship with the handsome Four. Who knows what sparks would fly if they were ever to meet. Warnings: Slight swearing, some suggestive flirting in later chapters.

Tagg list: (I know this is a edit of my original story but if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.) @raylan-c

Zero to Six ~ Part 1. Edited Version Zero to Six ~ Part 3. Edited Version. Masterlist.

“Hey, anyone there?”

To say Zero was a mess would have been a big understatement. After she had shut off the coms she must have sobbed for a good thirty minutes before she picked herself up from the floor and decided that a glass of rum would help calm her nerves. She knew that One would take his sweet time reaching out to her again, and wouldn’t let the others contact her either. So she waited, he mind was reeling but she knew technically Six’s death wasn’t her fault. She still felt to a degree that if she hadn’t of picked him he would still be breathing somewhere, maybe with the love of his life on a nice sandy beach. But then again if she hadn’t of picked him she would have had to pick someone else, and that someone else would have been in that car dead instead of Six.

So when Fours voice travelled through her speakers she immediately shot up from the floor, leaving her half filled glass where it sat and tripped her way over to the laptop. Picking up her headset she tried not to sound so distraught. “Four, never thought i’d be so happy to hear your whinny little voice.” She tried to sound lighthearted but failed miserably.

She could tell that he was also trying to mask how much he was hurting. “How are you Zero?” She was shocked, out of all the team Four and Six seemed to have bonded the most, probably due to their similar ages and interests.

“How- how am I? Four, how are you doing? Out of us all you were the closest to Six.” She wanted to do nothing more than hug this man right now.

“One just threw him into the sea, like he meant nothing. I really don’t want to talk about it right now Zero or I might just go out there and strangle One. But I wanted to at least make sure that you were okay.” Her heart started to beat so fast she thought it would beat right out of chest. He was worried about her in a time when he should have been worrying about himself.

“I’m sure that’s not how it was, One cares about us deeply. But I’ll respect your wishes and we won’t speak about it, but I’ll be here when you’re ready to so. As for me, I’m fine. Shaken up but fine, You don’t have to worry about me Four.”

“I know sometimes it doesn’t seem like it, but I do really care for you Zero. So do the rest of the team, but you tell any of them I said that and I’ll find out where One keeps you and murder you in your sleep.”

She chuckled at the empty threat. “Yeah, good luck with that one. One would never give up my location willing or not. Plus what makes you think I’d succumb so easily with out a fight.”

She heard the deep chuckle and knew some smart ass comment would follow it. “Believe me darling, from the moment I step through your door you’d be falling at my feet.”

“OKAY as much as I’m glad to have the old cocky Four back, I’m cutting you off now. Get some sleep you idiot.”

“Okay mummy.” He said in a mocking tone.

She couldn’t help it and decided she would have the last laugh. “Is that one of your kinks Four?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Maybe we can carry on this conversation when we meet.” She knew he was smirking. “Night Zero, dream of me. I know I’ll be dreaming of you.”

She couldn’t say another word so she just shut down coms and slammed her laptop shut. “Stupid little shit,” Why did he make her feel like this, especially when he wasn’t here to do anything about it.

She leaned back on her chair, stretching out her arms over her head her back clicked in several places which made it feel so much better. She needed to put a reminder on her fridge to do a work out tomorrow, she was starting to become so stiff sat at her computer all the time. There were parts of her that really yearned to be out in the field with the rest of the team, even if it was only a one time experience, who knows she might hate it and want to come back to her stuffy flat life. Who was she kidding, she wanted adventure and a little bit of risk here and there and she wanted her family. She would however have to have a little conversation with One about the safety of the team and about treating them better. Her heart had broken hearing how fragile Four could be. They might have been ghosts but underneath they were still human beings with feelings, and if One was going to crush that then she had a problem with it.

Maybe that was why she was so interested in Four? 2 years with only One as her only physical human contact and it was starting to take a toll on her, Four challenged her every time they spoke. And she loved a good challenge. She sat at her desk for two more hours, despite scolding herself for sitting too long that her bones began to ache. But she had research to do which consisted of finding a new team member and the faster she got it done the faster she could send it off to One and she could stop beating herself up about potentially bringing in a new person just for them to die like Six did. After a while she decided that she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. She sent the research to One, saved all the documents then shut her laptop down and proceeded to walk to the bathroom to take a nice long hot shower.

The warm water calmed her immensely, when she stepped out and put on her silk pyjamas she felt even more sleepy then she did when she was in front of the laptop. As soon as her head hit the pillow she drifted off to sleep.

.........

She shot up in bed, heart racing.

The loud banging coming from the front door was real, she hadn’t just dreamt it. She suddenly thought of Four’s threat from earlier but quickly shook it from her head. Don’t be stupid, It can’t be Four. Her eyes snapped to her bedside table to see 3am blaring on the digital clock. “What the actual hell, who decides to go bang on someone’s door at stupid o’clock in the morning?!”

She grabbed her gun from under her pillow, pointing it out in front of her, she was in full on attack mode. She exited her room and headed down the hall and towards the front door, all the while sticking to the walls. She waited a while, gun pointing towards the centre of the door maybe whoever had knocked got the wrong flat and moved on. But then just as she started to lower the gun the door rattled and the knocking began again, only louder this time.

“Zero! open up its One.”

Zero cocked her head to the side, was he actually serious? She carefully walked towards the door, gun still raised. Peeking through the peephole she confirmed that it was in fact One at her door. She sighed rubbing her tired eyes but opened the door just wide enough so he could slip in.

“Hey!” He made himself at home straightaway, walking past her to go sit on her couch.

She shut the door making sure it was locked, she then made her way to stand in front of him but not before setting down the gun on the coffee table. “Don’t ‘Hey!’ me you dumb ass, what the hell are you doing here?!”

“Nice gun! is that new?” He leaned forward and inspected the weapon.

Was he being serious right now? “ONE!” He’d woke her up just to come and annoy her? “I asked you a question.”

“I came to give you your plane ticket.” He stood up slightly and pulled a ticket out of his back pocket, he extended his arm out to Zero.

She took it off of him and examined it, it was a ticket back home. Home was also where their base camp was. “You never come to give me my plane ticket in person, what’s really going on? Is this about Six?”

He just rubbed his face in frustration, the first real emotion she’d seen from him since he’d entered her living space. “Can you at least get me a drink before we discuss this?”

She just sighed and looked towards her kitchen. “I only have rum.”

“Then we shall have rum!” She just rolled her eyes but continued through to the little kitchen. If she was going to stay awake through this she might as well poor herself a small glass as well.

She handed him the glass and then settled herself in the seat across from him. “So, talk.”

She took a sip of her drink but very nearly spit it out when he spoke. “I want you in the field for the next mission.”

A thousand thoughts crashed through her mind all at once, that she found it hard to focus on One as he continued to speak. She was going to get her adventure, she was going to get to show the whole team that she wasn’t just some computer nerd, she was going to be able to breath the same air as Four, she was going to be meeting her family.

“Zero! Did you hear me?” She looked to One who had leaned forward in his chair.

“What?”

“God I hope you weren’t dreaming up the perfect scenario of finally meeting Four.”

She was still in shock but managed to ask. “Did you just say that I’m finally going out in the field?”

“Just the once, with Six gone we need all the help we can get in the next mission and you are my best eyes and ears.” He looked so calm just sat there sipping from his glass when she was sat opposite him freaking out. “You will keep your identity a secret though, none of the team is to know that you’re there.”

Just like that One had given her, her deepest wish and then crushed it right in front of her. “How will that work? They will know the sound of my voice anywhere.”

“Not if you put on a accent.” This was cruel, even by One’s standards. “Listen it’s for the best that you don’t interact with any of them. You’re lucky that you have full anonymity.”

“What if I don’t want that? What if I actually want to meet the only family I’ve ever had? I don’t get why you lock me away from them.”

“It’s for your own safety, you’ll thank me one day. Look at what happened to Six, do you want to end up like that?”

She was seething now. “You really hurt them today you know, Four got in touch with me. He wanted to see if I was okay after what happened to Six.” She had to pause to stop herself before her voice broke.

“I know you want us all to work as a team but some how distance ourselves from one another. We all maybe faked our deaths but were still human One, it’s human nature to care deeply for those that are closest to us.” The tears were welling up in her eyes now. “You just tossed him off the side of that boat like he was nothing. Is that what you’re going to do to the rest of us?”

He just stared at her for a long second then necked his drink and slammed the glass down on the table next to where the gun still laid. She didn’t even flinch, instead she stared him down.

“I think it’s time for me to go.” She just scoffed and looked down at her hands that were placed in her lap, she couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. “I looked through your research before I came here.”

He got up from the couch but didn’t make any move to the door. “I think Blaine is the perfect fit for number Seven. As soon as I land on home turf I’m going to recruit him and introduce him to the team. In a months time I’ll contact you with a meeting place to discuss your field work.”

“Great, another person I picked for you that you’re going to rip from their family and make their life hell.” He didn’t say another word and she didn’t look up from her lap.

All she heard was his footsteps walking towards the door, it swinging open and then slamming shut again. Once she was completely certain he had gone her head fell in her hands. She rubbed her face and felt a sweeping wave of sleepiness draw over her, she stood up and picked up the gun that was still on the coffee table. She made her way to the door to lock it properly, she then made her way back to bed and placed the gun back under her pillow. She hoped that just as before the tiredness would over take her and she would fall into an effortless slumber, but as she laid her head gently on the pillow and closed her eyes all she could see was Six’s lifeless body and all she could think about was how she’d put him there.

No way was she getting back to sleep.

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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 6: don’t lose ur head (the terrifying tales of the grimm monarchy)

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a teenager who makes bad choices EXTREME edition, Remus being Remus, Intrusive Thoughts, Minor Bad Parenting, so much swearing it’s insane (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! I love this freaking chapter SO much but I’m really scared of how it’s going to be received. All feedback is extremely welcome!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, One-Sided Logicality, Platonic DRLAMP

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @a-soul-among-the-stars @sweet-razz-tea @the-cactus-lord

Over the course of the next month Logan learns that despite their reputations, Roman and Remus are the opposite of what everyone thinks of them.

Logan is the smartest person he knows, there is no way in hell he’d ever miss Roman’s multiple attempts to sabotage his role as Hamilton. Smart, and yet so oblivious. Each time Roman had tried to mess with Logan after he began cultivating a friendship with Remus he was miraculously saved from the torment at the last second. Remus is a hundred percent certain that Logan has no idea that he’s fighting off his brother at each and every turn. He’s not certain of much, so it’s saying a lot. There is a beautiful dichotomy in Logan’s logs of the events and the stories Remus tells about his brother’s scourge against his brand new ‘enemy’. On a page labeled ‘Roman Incidents’ in Logan’s succinct handwriting documents every incident through the month when Roman attempted to sabotage him.

July 20th - Roman tripped near my things in the drama room while holding coffee. When I went to check on my things, someone had removed the contents of my bag and filled it with around six pounds of glitter. If this happens again, throw the bag away. Glitter makes anything unsalvageable. You will keep finding it everywhere.

Remus knew Roman had been planning something. Of course he did. Though they didn’t share a room anymore, sneaking into it had never been exceptionally hard. Neither had eavesdropping, when it counted. It counted now more than ever because Remus had become unreasonably attached to Logan and when he heard Roman talking to himself and mentioning the name of his favourite little nerd badly he knew it was now or never. It took two excruciating hours of sitting still and listening to get the juicy stuff. He almost got caught by their mother twice. She’d only been home for three days and she’d checked on Roman twice in one night. If Remus told her about the amount of effort he was putting into something she might keel over dead from shock.

What a funny sight that would be to him. His mother, dead from the shock of his hard work to do something good, thumping onto the floor. He laughs a little, quiet enough to keep Roman from hearing. His brain supplies the rational next step of Roman running out of his room and distraughtly cradling their mother’s head in his lap. Roman sobbing. Roman blaming him. Roman screaming about how it was his fault. And it would be, if she died like that. Remus doesn’t think it’s all that funny anymore, but once the train of thought starts it can’t be stopped. He decides that eavesdropping isn’t fun anymore and makes his way to the kitchen, trying to shake the idea of his brother cursing him out for killing their mother out of his mind.

It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The kitchen is full of distractions, good and bad. The knives in the block look so enticing to his self-proclaimed ‘shitty-dick-wad brain’, but the cookies he nabs from the cupboard are so easy to shove into his mouth that he figures it evens out. He sits at the kitchen island and doesn’t even bother to turn on the light. It takes six cookies in his mouth at once before he can direct his thoughts somewhere else momentarily. How in the hell is he going to combat Roman’s plan? He spits all the cookies onto the counter as his brother walks in, flicks on the light, and sighs deeply.

“You could at least do that onto a plate.”

Remus just shrugs, so Roman speaks again, “How’s your evening been?”

“Before like...five minutes ago I was really liking it.” Which was true, Roman slides into the seat next to him and picks a cookie from the box.

“What changed?”

“Shitty brain,” He replies, “Y’know how it gets.”

“I do indeed. Do you need anything?” His voice is surprisingly soft with him, to the point where Remus has to give him a confused look before deciding what to say next. He figures out how to fuck with Roman’s plan in that moment.

“I wanna go to Party City and terrorize the night staff.”

Roman only chuckles, Remus watches his twin put away the cookies and grab his car keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Come on then, we can buy some of those plastic babies you like so much.”

As Remus is falling asleep later that night, his chest feels warm. He attributes it to the upcoming scheme-ruining scheming. It’s easier than admitting that that was the first time Roman had willingly hung out with him alone since elementary school. He knows the next morning that Roman is most likely buttering up because he suspects Remus knows. Which is...fair. Even if it hurts a little. They get coffee on the way to the theatre and separate. They both have important things to do. The best part about their somewhat rocky-relationship is that they always know where the other is in order to avoid each other. Remus knows that Roman has gone to see Janus and probably make heart eyes and pine over him like a dumbass. Roman knows that Remus is off drooling over his arch nemesis. Today it is more imperative than ever. During practice Remus manages to steal Logan’s backpack while he’s busy.

He swaps the contents out with the six pounds of glitter he bought the night before and shoves Logan’s things into his bag for safe keeping. Nobody would dare look into Remus’ bag for fear of gore or weird pornography, even if he only has one in his bag at the moment. He’s shoving a small notebook in when he catches a title. “Hamilton Performance Experiment”. It takes literally all of his self-control not to immediately snoop. He makes it through, eventually meeting up with Logan and even carrying his bag to ‘be nice’ so Logan doesn’t pick up on the bag glitter. When Roman walks by with his coffee and “trips”, spilling his coffee all over Logan’s bag, Remus smiles.

“Oh! Logan I’m so sorry! What a terrible accident!” Roman cries, ever the actor.

Logan looks downright frantic as he lunges for his bag and rips it open. Glitter goes everywhere. Logan’s hair, Roman’s shoes, the entire dressing room floor. The look of distress fades from Logan’s face momentarily, returning full force when he realizes his things are missing.

Remus pulls them out of his bag in secret, walking to the corner of the room, walking back and exclaiming, “What a good prank Roman! You must be taking some tricks from my book!”

When he hands the things back to Logan, Logan smiles. He decides not to ask about the notebook.

July 27th - One of the props from the prop room was moved in with my things. I suspect Roman because of the look on his face when Remus took the fall for me.

Just because he didn’t ask about the notebook does not mean it left his memory. By the time he gets in the car alone with his brother he realizes that Roman is pissed off at him.

“Couldn’t you have left it alone? How did you even find out!?”

“I have my ways. Now shut up about it before I tell mom about that time in 8th grade-”

“Okay! Okay! I’m shutting up!”

And he did. However that included no longer voicing his plans out loud. Which meant Remus had to get creative. He was very very good at getting creative.

Dinner with their mother was much more quiet that week. Both twins brooding and not speaking with each other, their mother only prompting Roman to talk. It was too familiar in the worst possible ways. Remus despised his mother, but he knew how much his brother loved her. She was...well she was beautiful, intelligent, a very influential fashion designer, extremely supportive. Roman would go on about how perfect she was for hours. Sure, Remus could concede that their mother was beautiful, intelligent, and a very influential fashion designer, but whenever Roman talks about her he never says she’s at all a good mother. Especially not to him. He watches her laugh breathily at one of Roman’s shitty anecdotes from practice and decides he’s had enough of family dinner. He gets up and dutifully cleans his plate and places it in the dishwasher. The chef gives him a smile, and he smiles back.

“Remus, dear,” His mother begins in her shrill voice, “If you’re not going to eat with us, at least go and shower. Your smell is unbecoming.”

Then she turns back to her food like she didn’t just attempt to insult him. Jokes on her, it takes a lot more than that to hurt his feelings. He still ends up forcing himself into the shower for thirty-five minutes that night.

The rest of the week he’s more tired than usual, which the others notice. He makes an effort to not be, he really does. When his mom is in town, everything just sucks. He hangs out with Janus three times and Virgil once to get out of the house and away from his family. The other nights he spends sitting outside the convenience store with a monster or two. He ends up calling Logan one of those nights out of need for company. Logan chuckles when Remus makes up a silly reason for calling that he can’t even remember now, but he can remember Logan’s laugh. He listens to Logan talk about the book series he’s been reading and he feels a little lighter. He never ends up finding out what Roman has planned, but it’s so easy when it’s happening right in front of him. Despite his lethargy lately, he feels a fire lit in him when the missing prop is found with Logan’s bag.

Virgil and Janus are the only two teenagers with keys to the prop room. If Logan stole the missing prop, he would have had to steal the key. No one but the twins even knew Janus had a key, and Virgil was dead set on not letting a soul into the prop room. The idea that Logan, precious little innocent fucking lamb Logan, committed theft not once but twice enrages Remus. When they find it with his things, Logan is utterly baffled. Then he realizes the implications and his face pales. Roman calls for Thomas, spouting off about how Logan stole the prop and he should face consequences, when Remus laughs as loudly as he can.

“Hah! You guys are so funny! You think specs could ever!? Guess my prank worked out pretty damn good if you actually think Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes could commit such a heinous fucking crime!”

Thomas sighs, tells Remus to just ask next time, and leaves. Roman stares at his brother for a solid minute with his mouth slightly ajar. Janus and Virgil are both looking at him like he’s insane because it’s so obvious to them that Roman did it. Patton is looking not at him, but at Logan, with so much concern. And Logan...Logan stares up at Remus with the look of a small and confused animal.

“Did you really do that?”

“Of course I did! I’m the resident rat bastard, I have to cause a little recreational chaos.”

He’s pretty sure Logan believes him until they’re leaving for the day and Logan whispers a ‘Thank you’ to him as he walks by. He would have melted into the floor if Janus hadn’t put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to whisper to him.

“Why the hell did you let Roman get away with that?” Virgil is on his other side now with a scowl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about JJ! I committed a very heinous crime!”

“Then why did Roman ask to borrow Janus’ key earlier?” Virgil asks, and Remus drops his smile to replace it with an annoyed look.

“He just fucking asked for it!? I can’t even believe I’m related to that half-witted twit.”

“Yeah,” Virgil scoffs, “Not really the sharpest sword in the armoury, is he?”

“Please, we’ve known that for years. What I’d like to know is what are we going to do about it?” This quieted Remus, but made Virgil smirk a little.

Janus continued, “After the backpack incident, and now the stealing incident, I’m half-convinced we have a brand new chaos demon in the group.”

“At least Remus’ chaos is fun sometimes,” Virgil mutters, “Roman’s just an ass.”

Remus gets away with being quiet as they talk until they get into Janus’ beat up old van. He doesn’t call shotgun, doesn’t slap the car's ‘ass’ as a joke, he just climbs into the back and sits there. He’s so quiet that Janus and Virgil are a little shell shocked.

“Remus?” Virgil asks quietly and pensively, it sounds just like that soft tone Roman used with him last week.

He’s quiet, Janus starts the car and clicks his tongue, “I’m going to shove Roman down a flight of stairs.”

“Don’t.” He manages, and the boys in the front seats go quiet. Virgil passes him the aux cord.

He plays “Call Them Brothers” by Regina Spektor and Janus and Virgil know that tonight will be a very quiet outing.

They’re sitting at IHOP drawing dicks on their pancakes in syrup when Remus’ phone rings. Janus and Virgil know who’s calling the second Remus sees the caller ID and smiles.

“Evening Logie-Bear, why do I get the pleasure of hearing your devilishly sexy voice in this IHOP tonight?” Remus says and Janus groans loudly.

“You’re at IHOP?” Is the first thing Logan says, which makes Remus smile even brighter.

“Yes, sir! I’m with Virge and Janny too, you wanna say hi?”

Logan sounds a bit contemplative when he mutters, “I was hoping you’d be alone...”

Eavesdropping Janus and Virgil make surprised faces, Remus smacks Janus in the arm, “Oh you were, were you? Why? Phone sex?”

“I wanted to ask for an opinion on a predicament.” Virgil smirks and Janus nabs his phone to speak for Remus.

“Remus would love to-Remus let me talk-You should come have some pancakes with us-Ow, watch the face!-and tell us all about how your science is going.” Janus can hear Logan hiding his laughter through the phone as Remus wrestles with him in the booth.

“It’s more of a philosophical predicament.”

Janus nearly sees red, eyes widening and making Remus cackle,“Why in the world would you ask Remus Grimm about phi-”

It’s silent for a few moments then Logan hears a familiar voice. “It’s Virgil, we’re at the IHOP on 81st and Green.”

Logan laughs brightly, “I’ll be there. Order something for me.”

They spend the evening with breakfast for dinner, and the four get into a fairly heated friendly debate about moral ethics. Janus isn’t sure he’s ever had more fun in his life. When he’s driving away from Virgil to drop Remus off at home, he can’t help but smile at Remus’ improved demeanor.

“Remus,” He starts after they’re alone, “I thought you and Roman were doing better, did something happen?”

“He tried to sabotage Logan twice for entirely selfish reasons, I wouldn’t care if he dies!” Remus dramatically cries.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

They’re quiet the rest of the ride, and Janus gets out to give Remus a hug before he goes in. Remus ignores Roman’s questions about his whereabouts and locks himself in his room to try and keep his mood up. It doesn’t work, but he tries. He does.

August 3rd - Roman gave me a “peace offering” in the form of lunch. I am led to believe he was attempting to give me food poisoning, as Remus ate the lunch and has now come down with food poisoning.

His mother leaves for her office in Paris on August 1st. Roman cries and hugs her, says he’ll miss her, goes on and on about how it’s so terrible how she’s never home. He does this every time their mother and father leave, he has since they were young. Remus couldn’t give less of a shit. His plan now was finding out what Roman’s next move was. Which was hard because they were back to avoiding each other like the plague. They’d spent a few months getting better at being brothers, then one of their parents shows up and ruins it. This time it was great, Remus would never admit it, but it was. Roman made an effort when their parents weren’t around, a few months ago he started doing things like making dinner for them both and bringing it to him, offering to do a load of laundry for him while he was doing it, being mindful of his volume when practicing his singing and acting, all these little things.

He’d even started initiating physical contact again, which Remus couldn’t get enough of. Literally. An occasional pat on the back, a grab of his hand to pull him somewhere, a light slap to his knee or arm when he said something distasteful. Giving physical affection to Remus was something that seemed to be unique to Roman. It had always been like that when they were younger, and Remus didn’t think he wanted it to stop. Any time he thinks about it he always drifts back to his head against Roman’s knee a few weeks ago when Roman had carded a hand through his hair and then a few minutes later practically tackled him to douse him in perfume The shit smelled awful, but afterwards Roman had slung an arm over his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. That and the closeness with Logan kept him buzzing for the next two days.

Now there was nothing again. It was like Roman could turn off his affection for Remus and pretend he didn’t exist. Remus tried not to be angry about it, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the fire that he felt when the other people on stage got his praises and affection. Both of them were incredibly clingy, but Roman was so much worse at hiding it and it made Remus nearly scream. He piled all of his affectionate behavior onto Logan, and Logan never really minded. He’d place his head on Logan’s shoulder, hold his hand on stage, sit pressed up against him offstage. He loved it, he did. He loved protecting Logan, talking to Logan, existing in the same space as the dork was exhilarating. He hated having to protect Logan from his brother. There was no way in hell that Remus would let anything terrible happen to Logan, but there was no way he would ever let his brother’s stupid selfish decisions fall back on him. He knows he shouldn’t give a single shit, but he does.

His tiredness fades with his mother, but he’s still exhausted because Roman keeps trying to fuck with Logan when he knows damn well Remus won’t let him. The selfish ass. This time, Roman has the gall to pull his entire scheme in front of Remus.

“Logan,” He starts, his affected air is slightly dim today and his hands are hidden, “To apologize for my unkind actions, I have brought a peace offering.”

Roman hands Logan a little bag from a restaurant Remus swears he recognizes.

“Oh, thank you.” Logan says quietly, opening the bag and pulling out a wrapped burger.

Logan takes it out and inspects it as Remus wracks his brain trying to remember where he knows the packaging. It hits him right before Logan takes a bite. This burger is from the restaurant that gave Roman food poisoning a few months ago. It looks like the same burger too. At this point, Remus is half-convinced Roman is taunting him. He’s in a bit of a panic and doesn’t think before he snatches the burger and shoves it in his mouth.

“Remus!” Both call out, the wrapper is still on the end of the burger so he pulls it out then chews and swallows the thing whole.

He coughs and sputters for almost two minutes after, then shoots Roman an awful glare.

“What just happened?” Logan asks, extremely puzzled.

Roman is gawking at Remus again, “Why did you eat that!?”

“Fuck you that’s why, you horsefucking shiteating egomaniac bastard.”

Roman walks off in a huff, Remus lays on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, handing him a water bottle.

Maneuvering onto his side, Remus takes a sip and his throat feels miles better, “I just straight up ate a burger whole like a fucking snake, how do you think I am dipshit?”

“Hm,” He pauses to think, “Bad.”

Both boys laugh, and Logan joins Remus on the ground.

“I am beginning to believe your brother has a vendetta against me.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Logan pauses, looking at Remus who is still occasionally wheezing.

“Are you alright...emotionally?” Remus wheezes and laughs at the same time, sounding something similar to a goose.

“‘Thought you didn’t know much about those, poindexter.”

“I do not. However, as your friend I feel like it’s important to ask.”

Remus just sighs, closes his eyes, and blows a raspberry at the ceiling.

“Me and Roman are complicated.”

“I can tell.” Remus laughs, Logan really is something else.

It’s quiet when Remus asks, “Do you hate him?”

“No,” Logan’s response is measured and confident like he’s asked himself this question a hundred times, “I don’t hate him. I think he’s got some things to work out, and is taking out his frustration on me as of late.”

He keeps talking, Remus covers his closed eyes with his arm, “More importantly, do you hate him?”

He almost rockets to his feet when Logan says curiously, “Or, more interestingly, do you love him?”

It takes him nearly two and a half minutes sat up and sipping water, watching Logan pack his things, to muster up the will to tell the truth.

“Of course I love him. Nobody else is gonna fucking do it.”

He could barely comprehend Logan’s response to his admission so he shoved it out of his mind with all the force he could muster, then waved a goodbye to him when he parted and left Remus with his mind.

He ends up going home early because his awful decision ended up actually giving him food poisoning. He takes a sick day the next day, and spends most of the time feeling like shit physically and emotionally. His brain has kept tabs on all the shitty feelings and thoughts he’s had and is now playing out a full length shitty horror movie about his life and his dumb brother and his shitty summer crush. Then there’s that conversation with Logan. The last sentence is running through him over and over again. He keeps coming back to it, though he’s sure Logan didn’t even mean anything by it. Seventeen words and his world was sent spinning.

“Ah, I understand, it’s hard to love somebody when they don’t act like they love you back.”

Logan doesn’t even know the half of it.

August 20th - Roman asked me directly to leave the production. Though I admire the effort, all it achieved was a quite awful night, and an angry lecture(?) of sorts from Janus. I do not believe Roman will be trying this tactic ever again.

Roman tries to apologize multiple times, but something angry and petty in Remus doesn’t accept any of them. They’re both getting more and more frustrated by the minute. By the time the thirteenth of August rolls around they aren’t on speaking terms again and everyone can tell that it’s taking its toll on them both. Remus acts out more than usual against people he doesn’t usually target. He scared an ensemble girl one too many times, to the point where she ended up slapping him. He deserved it, but it still stung. Roman poured himself into his role more than ever, but it only ended up stressing him out even more than usual. When his voice so much as wavered on stage it shattered his confidence.

It affected their friends as well. Roman spent more time with Patton and Emile, avoiding Remus and Janus as much as he could possibly manage. Janus rolled his eyes but just resigned himself to the tech booth with Virgil, Remus, and Logan. The only good thing that was happening lately was Janus’ newfound attachment to Logan. The pair's insane intelligence and love of debate meant one was nearly guaranteed every other time they were in the same room. It was exhilarating to watch, and probably exhilarating to take part in. Remus didn’t much care for debates, but watching Janus and Logan go at each other with an occasional snarky comment or new suggestion from Virgil was making him grow a fondness for them. At this point there was barely anybody in the theatre who didn’t adore Logan.

The staff, the cast, the tech. Everyone adored him. He was smart, diligent, and hard-working. He asked questions, didn’t undermine others, and respected the entire cast's talent at what they did. It was magical to watch everyone in the auditorium drift under Logan’s thumb. Remus was included. They were saving Say No To This until near last because of the lack of dancing involved, but it didn’t even matter. Say No To This was not needed in Remus’ seduction plan because Logan seemed to gravitate towards him with ease. He is a damn good friend and Remus is determined to make that boy his bride.

Despite his growing lack of sleep and reliance on caffeine, Remus is skating by just fine without anything bad happening. Until his brother decides to fuck with his life again. He’s on the thin line between being shitty in secret and full-on breakdown, Roman really isn’t helping his case. Remus is lounging on the floor while Logan reads in a chair next to the makeup mirrors. He hears someone enter, but isn’t bothered enough to move.

Ever the polite, Logan greets the newcomer “Ah, Hello Roman, how are you?”

“I need to ask you something.” His brother asks, and Remus turns his head away from the noise.

“Alright, what is it?” Logan sounds so measured and calm.

There is a long pause, “What is it going to take for you to realize you should quit?”

The calmness in Logan’s voice wavers, and Remus can hear it wobble, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! I mean, it’s obvious I've been trying to get you to leave, so what’s been keeping you!?” Roman raises his voice near instantly, that same childish selfishness burns from his tongue.

“It is none of your business.” There’s a dignified fire raging under his voice now, it’s like he’s been practicing for this.

“You’re not even a good actor! From what I can tell, you’re entirely uninteresting and way too intellectual to be here!” Roman continues, Remus feels the urge to get up but he can’t find the will to move.

“Roman, please think before you say something you regret.” Remus knows what Roman is going to say before it happens.

“No!” His brother is so typical, “You have no idea what this role means to me, why can’t you just leave!?”

That’s typical too, Remus opens his eyes and looks at the pair. Logan looks pissed off, Roman looks pissed off, and Janus is watching from the doorway.

“I try very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt in regards to your debilitating egomania, but it is beginning to appear as if your whole sense of stability and purpose is built upon some false reality where you need to be the star at every possible moment. Go to therapy about it, and leave me alone.” Logan spits this in Roman’s face, then turns back to his book.

Clenching his fists and staring at the ground, Roman looks almost defeated until he catches Remus staring and his face morphs into something so bitter he has to force himself to look away.

“No. I will not leave you alone until I get this part. None of you have any idea how much I need it.”

“Roman-” Janus speaks up daringly from his spot by the door, his tone is enough to warn him to stand down.

Roman’s eyes are squeezed shut, his fists are clenched, “I know we have the same face, but I’m not a failure like my brother.”

That sends Remus to his feet and out the door before anyone can say a word. As he passes Janus on the way out Janus tries to stop him but he pushes past him, past everyone, and out the front door of the theatre.

Janus turns on Roman in an instant, walking slowly into the room and shutting the door with purpose. Roman’s eyes are sewed shut and all the guilt he tries to push down floods him when he makes eye contact with his pissed off friend.

“Roman, we need to have a talk.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #ts virgil #intrulogical #REMUS BABY IM SO SORRY-#this title could just be titled 'roman fucks up for 4k words straight' and it would fit #i genuinely loved writing this chapter and i hope it goes over well with yall #roman IS going to get kicked in the teeth with character development #the boy has been self-sabotaging himself so hard #Honestly after chapter 6 imma need to tag 'The Grimm Parents' A+ Parenting' like i'm on fucking ao3 or some shit #anyway!! theres the fic!! happy reading!!#Love you all and goodnight!!

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One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Five! I jumped on to edit tags, so have it half an hour earlier than it was queued for. If you’d like to be tagged, please send an ask or message. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Unrequited feelings. Sexual awareness. Guilt. The usual, at this point. We’re about to pick up!

Word Count: Roughly 2,800

“Papa Ackles!” You were hugged by the older man, tightly when you opened the door. The name had been adopted by you teasingly and had somehow stuck for the one and only Roger Alan Ackles. He liked to kid that his son was the prettier of the two, but the family resemblance hadn't been spared. Namely in that smile. Then there was the crinkles by his eyes. His genes were every bit as present as his wife's. “I didn't know you were coming over. Is Donna here, too?”

“Nah, she's busy checking in on Mackenzie.” A wink sent your way made you chuckle. You could only imagine the drilling the younger sister was busy getting from the sweet, mother hen. “Is my boy busy, or can I bug him for a bit?”

“He's in the pool with the kids.” Your thumb pointed towards the back, as you opened the door further to allow him inside.

“And why aren't you out having fun, too? Too old?” To the patriarchal figure, you weren't a housekeeper and nanny mix. You were part of the family and that was that. And, it was his and his wife's duty to look over the herd. Which meant you weren't spared from the loving questionnaires. “My son overworks you.” He knew it wasn't true. Was just trying to get a reaction. You simply tsked, not taking the bait as you got back to work. “What're ya working on today, missy?”

“I'm only thirty. Who're you calling old, Pops?” You teased, lifting up the laundry basket you'd set out. You'd gained the response you wanted. That tossed back, full bodied laugh his son had inherited. If it ever came to you leaving? You'd miss that over exuberant old man. “And this?” The laundry basket was kicked forward a bit for emphasis, “This is the last thing I've got queued up. Now, go harass your son. He'll love it.”

A pat to your shoulder and an affectionate kiss on the cheek left you alone as he moved down to the pool room. You knew the moment the kids had spotted him. The echoing 'papa's sounding loudly up the stairs.

You moved down to the old cellar to pick up the discarded clothes from the kids. Or so you told yourself. It had nothing to do with the desire to be one of them. Nothing at all.

There wasn't even ten minutes of peace that passed before another, younger, Ackles invaded your alone time. A still damp Jensen walked in, rubbing his hair with the towel. Shirtless and completely at home in his skin when away from the camera, he padded over to the wine cellar. Searching out his favorite stash. You wanted to believe that you were strong enough to not lift your gaze away from the cleaning repeatedly. But, you weren't.

The sinewy muscles across his arms and back were outlined as he moved. He could be a little shy about the less than chiseled belly, but he had no reason. Mouthwatering still accurately described the being in front of you. Small drops of water trailed down as he grabbed two beers from the mini fridge he'd installed some time back. His swimsuit was dry enough to not drip, but damp enough to cling to the curve of his ass.

Every fan girl's wet dream was less than a foot away. And you couldn't touch. Shouldn't have even looked.

As he turned back around, you forced yourself to stare down at your hands. Not letting the lust you were sure was obvious anywhere near his eyes. “You're not gonna visit?”

There. That I can handle. With a shaky breath, you yanked your mind off him. Back to reality, instead.

“No,” You answered easily, folding the little dinosaur shirt that Zeppelin had almost destroyed neatly. “I already said hi.”

A low hum was all you got for a moment. Leaving you to believe that was the end of the discussion. But, he hadn't walked away.

“Are you alright?” The troubled question took you by surprise well enough that your head lifted. That was a mistake in itself. It left you to stare temptation down. “You've been...different.”

“I...” Clearing your throat didn't get the lump out of it when that bearded, overly attractive bastard's unreal pine gaze seemed to bore into your very soul. “I'm...I'm fine.”

“No, you're not.” That finally gave you the strength to jerk the pile of clothes upwards as he set down the beverages. Before you could make it out of there, a hand gripped around your arm. You froze at the firm touch. “Y/N...what's going on?”

His hand was ice cold from the both drinks and pool. You shouldn't have felt so warm. Yet, the contact made your blood pump faster. Looking down, his fingers weren't tight enough to leave marks. Simply catch your attention. And, boy, did it.

Breathlessly, you finally found your voice, “Let me go, please.” You were dropped as if he'd been burned. You knew the feeling well. The flesh he'd touched felt as if he'd branded you. “I said I'm fine.”

“Did...Did I do something?” He was trying to understand the distance that had sprung up over the past few weeks. His tongue wet his lips as he stared you down. Only making it harder to focus.

Even with the kids, you seemed to have taken a step back. They assumed you weren't feeling good. He was just clueless. As often as you were there, and as much as he knew, there was still a whole lot of empty resting between you two. It could have been anything.

“No.” That didn't help him piece it together, any. He wanted to know. Needed to. “Look, I'm okay. I just...I need to finish this up.”

Your eyes continued to evade him. Seeking a way out. As if he'd held you trapped in his home. Immediately, he wondered if that were the case. You hadn't said anything. But you wouldn't. He knew that beyond doubt.

“Look, the kids and Pops were hoping you'd join us back there.” He pointed towards the door. Hoping that the old man could see past your guard. Get you to open up. “You can take a beer. Wind down a bit. Socialize with someone other than us.”

Arguing the point was useless, then. Unless you wanted to look like an ass, anyway. Jensen, bless his heart, was truly unaware of what was plaguing you. Even if half the world seemed to see right through the wall.

His obliviousness was both endearing and maddening. The loyalty to his late wife so sweet that it ached. Blindness to you? Scalding. Even though it never should have mattered.

“Okay,” Your shoulders wilted as you said it, making him frown further. Settling on the defeat. So confident that he'd solved the riddle.“Give me a minute and I'll be out there.”

“About time!” Roger boomed, drawing eyes your way.

You'd taken your time about it. An extra few minutes to clear your head. Long enough that everyone acted as if you'd been gone for weeks rather than had a few extra moments to yourself. Kids chattering all about; beyond excited that one of their favorite humans had finally decided to join them.

“Yeah, but I brought food.” The tray you carried held chicken salad sandwiches, some fruit, and some more drinks. It gave you the out you'd needed. “It's excused.”

“You keep this one around,” Papa Ackles hummed happily as you set the tray down in the middle of the large picnic table that rested on the perfectly manicured lawn. Rubbing his hands dramatically as he dug in.

The kids joined in, but Jensen waited. His eyes latched on you as you sat across from him. Careful not to bump your legs with his bowed ones. As if a single touch were more than you could stand.

You tried to ignore him. Focusing on the munchkins that were determined to make up for lost time. Talking with mouths full. Spraying water from their bodies everywhere as they fought for their feast. Not the food. But, your attention.

Texan sun beat down on your back. Hot and heavy in only the way the south could accomplish during the summer. Scalding through the clothes. You slipped the flannel you'd been wearing down over your arms as you managed a slightly average conversation with the older gentleman over the desperately goofy children.

The sun kissed skin wasn't anything that Jensen hadn't seen before. Yet, he found himself gazing over it as you patted down his curly coated dog. Imagining himself burying his face against the place where your neck met your shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the pulse point that would be racing. It was so vivid that he couldn't quite shake it away.

What the fuck? He came to his senses as you tossed the shirt over to the chair at the end of the table that had his clothes. However, it was soon lost when he focused on the pile. All he could picture was the bare skin meeting just as fabric had under the sun. Maybe Cliff is right...maybe I do need to get laid.

His body couldn't agree more as it awakened for the first time while he wasn't buried in his subconscious. The cold water that still clung to him doing nothing to slow his blood. A mistake in the making.

His mind tried to rationalize it away. You were too young. A young thirty just that year. There was the fact he was technically your employer. You'd been his wife's friend, for fuck's sake. A million reasons why it would never work. Yet, the longer he sat there, the more he found himself studying you.

There was the curve of your neck that came into his line of vision when you turned to address Zeppelin on one side, or Arrow on the other. The way the top of your breasts peaked out of the tank top as you leaned over to pour some homemade lemonade for J.J. How soft your legs were against his when Oscar knocked under the table.

“Jensen,” His name was said in confusion. Not the feminine, lust hazed moan he'd imagined. Slowly, he blinked away every piece of carnal sin that lined his deprived brain to stare at his future face. Roger didn't hesitate to investigate. “You okay?”

“I'm good,” The crack of his all too high voice said otherwise, but you didn't call him on it. Instead, you simply frowned a bit before excusing yourself. Making him feel ever the heel.

–

“Night, love.” You whispered back to Zeppelin as you shut his door. Sighing in relief. Everyone's worried gazes were getting to you. As if you were going to fall apart at the slightest inconvenience.

Sneaking out the back, you practically ran to your escape. Only to be caught by a looming shadow. There wasn't time to scream before the fuzzy beast beside him made it clear who it was.

“Can we talk? Without the kids, around?”

“About what?” You wheezed, holding your hand over your heart. Still trying to recover from the shock. There wasn't an option given. Instead, you were dragged to your home by your wrist. “What the hell is up with you?”

As soon as your door shut and light flicked on, he got down to business, “I could ask you the same thing.” Oscar danced around your living room. Sniffing the aquarium housing the clawed frog as he ignored two of his favorite people. “What's going on, Y/N?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged out. Refusing to make eye contact.

“Right...Okay, let's approach this differently.” That made the E/C sweep back his way. Distrust lining them. “My name's Jensen...not Mr. Ackles.” The commanding tone went straight to your ovaries as he stepped closer. Looming over you as he made his point.

“Really? Because right now? All I see is Dean Winchester.” The sass fell short as you caught your breath. Swallowing tightly, you got to the point. Hoping it would give you some space. “You want the truth?” A simple, stern nod was your only response. “You were right.”

“On what, exactly?”

“You're all about to switch up your lives completely, Jay.” Heavy defeat seemed to line your face as you backed away. Plopping on the couch in clear exhaustion. The poodle mix waddled your way. Reaching up to sniff your cheeks while his owner stared in utter confusion. “You're going to have all the time in the world....and...You guys aren't going to want me around, forever.” Your fingers pulled out a small knot in the coat you'd brushed just that moment. “It just seemed easier to back off, now, than to just walk away later.”

“Huh...” As he processed what you said, he turned away. Looking back around the room. Taking in all the pieces of you for the second time. “You really think those kids,” His fingers pointed to a selfie they'd taken with you, “are just going to let you walk away because I'm home more?”

“They have you,” Was shrugged out. As if it were really that simple.

“Yeah...but they want you, too.” Your head bowed at that. You'd known they had. But, that didn't mean it had to last forever. “I didn't mean to make you think that the ending changed...this.”

“It does, though.” The words were soft, but sad. Tearing through the air like a bullet as you focused in on the dog. “I'm a nanny...that's it. The second you're done? My job isn't as important. You can take on the brunt of it, and still be fine.”

“If you were just a nanny? I wouldn't be here right now.” Slowly, your gaze lifted. “Hell, Y/N...even if you decided to leave on your own? That door'd always be open for a visit. You've gotta know that.” Something in your eyes said you hadn't quite believed him. “Not everyone is just going to boot you out and never look back.”

“It doesn't feel that way.” The vulnerability on your face was unexpected. Jensen didn't bother to hesitate. Plopping down beside you. His arm flung around your back. Tugging you into a friendly hug. “What're you doing?”

“Trying to get past those feelings,” He huffed out. Resting his chin on the top of your head. “Besides...pretty sure my dad loves you more than me.” The small laugh against him made his lips kick up. “If I tried it? He'd off me.”

“You're probably right,” A gentle sigh left your lips as you held on tightly for a moment. But, then, you pulled back. “Thanks...I needed that.”

“Anytime, Y/N...” A short whistle followed. Immediately, the doodle turned tail. Diving to his owner's command. “And...I was thinking.” His hand stilled the squirming beast as he moved to open the door. “Maybe you'd wanna help me take the kids out. Laser tag, family night?”

“Count me in.”

–

“We're all ready,” Your hands pressed on your hips as you looked over the packed up SUV. Filming was about to begin. And with it? Would be the announcement. Things were speeding up and no one quite knew what to do with it all.

It had taken over a week to get everything ready. The kids had stayed with Danneel's family while you and Jensen worked on packing up for them and the dogs. You stocked up for the house sitter while Jensen finished rounding up the heathens. And then? It was time. You were all due to meet Jared at the airport.

“It's kinda bittersweet,” Jensen stepped up beside you as the kids fastened their seat belts. Awaiting their annual trip to Canada. The dogs wagged their tails eagerly from inside. Crowding in a fashion that screamed all American family.

“Focus on the sweet,” Your fingers squeezed his arm. An action that was nothing more than a way to express empathy before your name was cried out from inside. “And, that's my cue. You got the last bag?”

“Yeah, I got it,” A crooked smile made his stomach twist. A problem that hadn't ebbed since the day at the pool. As you climbed in, he focused a little too long on the way your shorts rode up when you bent over to help Arrow buckle up. Jensen shook his head before lifting the final bag. “You're losing your damn mind, Jay...”

“Sure as shit,” Cliff barked beside him. Making him jerk in surprise. “But, what's new?”

A glance your way seemed to catch the security guard's attention, “We'll talk later.”

Part Six

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The Wolf and His Fire

@ma-serannas-vhenan I wanted to tag you bc I wanted to see how you like this bc it took me so long to write it hrjfs.

EDIT: This is so long my bad-

Just Solas talking about Bloom (my Lavellan) and her fire and how he loves it. And some background info you’ll need:

Bloom is a mage and her main element is fire. She can burn a hole in the ground if she wished. Can create a ring of Fire any size within seconds. She’s very powerful with fire, but it causes her pain. If she does fire in a spell or action, she’d be okay. But if she does a lot, it can make her feel dizzy, but at some point it can make her over heat and pass out. It can even make her die. And she can make her hands warm and warm up things, so it’s not all bad :))). However, the other side of this pain is that when she’s sad, she is ice cold. Her body is freezing and she never can warm herself up, her fire magic basically drained away. Its only when she’s surrounded by other people that she loves and loves her in return will her fire slowly gain power. Let me love my disney-ish idea of powers- Anyways, here we go, hope it’s good👀.

Solas is sitting in the cell at Haven, holding the prisoners hand. She’s passed out and he worries a bit for her, but he’s more focused on her hand. It’a glowing green and pulsating. Solas touches her hand and she flexes her hand and lets out a groan. He assumes that it’s painful for her. He doesn’t know what it is, and it’s very intriguing to him. But he also noticed how hot her skin feels.

‘Is she running a fever?’ he thinks. He rests the back of his hand against her forehead and feels that it is hot as well. Then his attention is brought back to the hand he’s holding when it pulsates and the woman lets out a loud groan of pain. Now the hand that is resting on her chest is glowing orange, the color that matches her ginger hair. He turns it over and jumps back a bit when he suddenly sees a little ball of fire erupt from her hand before it disappeared as soon as it came. He hears her let out another moan of pain and he does feel a little guilty. He decides to stay here for a little while.

He puts his hand on her forehead and flows some magic into her. It’s supposed to help with the pain she has, but he doubts it will do much. This is something he hasn’t seen before, so he tries all he can, and hopes for the best. But to his surprise, the fire in her hand keeps coming back. Her hand would twitch and the fire ball would appear. It was confusing to him, and he just watched until a guard brought her to her own room. He decides to look at it a bit later.

Her hand felt warm when he pushed it towards the rift, hoping that it would do something. He let her hand go when it closed and she looked at him with a scared like look. “What did you do?” She held her hand with the mark and then looked intrigued. “It’s what you did,” he said with a soft smile. She gave him one back when she noticed him looking at her. “That was some fire, girly,” Varric said with a little laugh. The woman laughed back at him and nodded. “My fire is my main element or strong suit, whatever.” She decided to give an example by opening her right hand and making a fire start in her own hands. “That’s interesting,” Solas said aloud on accident. The woman looked back at him with another smile. “I know, right?! It’s my favorite thing to do.” The woman was so excited but was brought back to the situation when Cassandra grunted at Varric. “We will put that fire to test. We have to keep moving!” The woman nodded at Cassandra and had determination written on her face as they moved forward to another rift.

“How is your magic that powerful?” Bloom looked towards Solas as they walked. They were looking for ram meat for the village of Hinterlands and they walked together. “I’m not sure. Fire has just been my strong suit,” she said with a laugh at the end. She looked at her hand that was gloved. Solas noticed that she always wore gloves, never seeming to want to show her hands. Well, at least around anyone but herself. “I used to be more powerful, but that’s not important.” She looked at him with a smile, but he knew she was hiding something.

Her smile and words sounded bright usually, but now they sounded sad and she hesitated with every word, which wasn’t like her. She was strong, determined, and confident, but Solas wonders if she really is any of those. Before he could think of anything else, he heard Cassandra yell that there was trouble. He looked up and saw mages together, ready to attack them. He and Bloom looked at each other and nodded. She ran forward and her staff was already out and she was already glowing with fire. It surrounded her making her look as if she was the fire itself. However, she was careful and never burned any of her friends. It was amazing to him. But he snapped out of his weird trance and joined the fight. The fire in his peripheral vision brought a smile to his face. She sure was full of fire.

“I felt the whole world change.” For some reason, he felt a little anxious to turn and look at her, but he did and he saw something in her eyes. He doesn’t know what it is but he liked it. She stared at him for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, “Sweet talker.” He felt her gaze being too hot (how surprising) and he had to look away for a second, but she wouldn’t let that happen. She moved his head to face her and she kissed him. His lips were warm but then cold when she pulled away. She looked embarrassed and tried to turn away, but Solas wasn’t going to let that happen.

He gently pulled her hips towards him as he slammed his lips against hers. They were warm and not chapped. They felt so soft. He pulled back and she looked surprised, but a smile spread across her face as he shook his head and went in for another kiss. This time it was more passionate and he put everything into it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he felt warmth start there. He began to heat up and it didn’t stop at his shoulders. It spread through his entire body. And then one kiss turned into multiple. The fire continued to spread over his body, and it felt good. This warmth was a warm you would feel against a fire making s’mores or a fire that you stand around when you’ve been outside in the snow all day.

He knows he should stop. This cant continue, this is a mistake, this is a distraction. She is a distraction, but he couldn’t think anymore. He just wanted to engulf himself in Blooms flames.

He stared at his desk in the Rotunda. He scolded himself for letting it get that far, for even thinking of being with her, but the idea wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop thinking of Bloom and the way her lips tasted sweet, she tasted like hot chocolate which brought a smile to his lips now. “Of course she would be something hot,” he said aloud. He crossed his arms as he tried to read a book and he felt the warmth on his arms. His eyes closed and he felt at peace as he thought of her. Her ginger hair, the way she snorted when she laughed, the way her hands are soft even through the gloves she wore, and the way she smiled at him.

It brought him warmth without her powers and he loves it. And that’s when he opens his eyes and realizes what he feels. Love. He loves her. Or that’s what it feels like. Feelings are everywhere and he doesn’t know what’s going on. His heart beats faster when she looks at him, when she makes sure he’s okay in battle, and when she kissed him. His heart is everywhere and he lets out a sigh. ‘The heart is weird’ he thinks to himself. His thoughts of her are interrupted when he hears footsteps. He looks over to the entrance and sees Bloom walking in with a smile and he can’t help but smile back. And even as she teases him until he cant think, he still smiles, but he does have to tell her he needs time. He believes he loves her, but he’d rather be sure and not hurt either of them.

“Don’t go.”

It was all she said. She told him one, simple command, and he felt himself turn to led for a second. Her hand wasn’t hot like normal. It was...cold. He didn’t like it and didn’t understand why. And as he stood there for only a few seconds, all of his feelings hit him like a train and he knew how he felt. He loves her.

“But losing you would...”. He doesn’t finish his sentence and leans in to kiss her. Her lips were soft, once again, but she was cold. It only lasted for a second, however. His cheeks began to become warm from where her hands were placed. He moved his hands down to her hips and she was hot. Before it could go further and lose his courage, he pulled away and looked at her blue eyes for a moment. They were shining in the late sunlight and her hair looked even more beautiful. And he finally noticed that she has freckles. He leaned in and kissed where her freckles were and told her what he wanted to.

“Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

And as the words left his mouth, he saw her face light up, but he could not face her now. Not yet.

He awoke from the Fade to find himself in a place unknown. He wasn’t on the couch in the Rotunda, and after literally a second of looking around, he knew he was in Blooms room, and he felt warmth behind him, so he rolled around and saw something that he loves with his heart. He saw Bloom laying on the bed, wearing his shirt, and looking at peace. It was rare to see her at this much peace. She was always fighting, talking with nobles that bored her, and dealt with the gossip behind her back. But here...she was at peace, and he loves it. Her ginger hair was down, a beautiful sight only he got to see, and shining in the sunrise. She was beautiful and he loves her. He loves her with his being. A part of his mind was telling him ‘No. Stop. This is nonsense’. But he didn’t listen, he ignored it, pushed it away. He doesn’t know what will happen in the future, but he doesn’t care right now. He just looks at his Vhenan with the softest eyes.

He placed his hand on her cheek and stroked his thumb where her freckles were. They made her look so young and she was, and he chuckles on the inside. He’s forgotten how old he is and wonders if she would even love an old man such as he if she knew. However, he couldn’t think long when she suddenly opened her eyes with a groan. “Solas,” she was with a smile. Her blue eyes were glowing and she seemed so bright already. It caused his heart to flutter and his smile brightened. “Good morning, Vhenan.” A blush rose on her cheeks and it spread to the tip of her ears. “My heart, huh?” Her soft smile turned into a teasing smirk. “I’m that important to you?” This time she looked happy but also questioning. It’s as if this was a sort of test, and he was going to pass it. “Yes, Bloom. You are everything to me, and not just my heart. You are my soul and the fire to my ice.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart and he felt the familiar warmth start there. A warmth he began to love and a warmth he craved everyday. He noticed her hand was shaking and he feared that he went to far, but before he could say an apology or anything else, she smiled and kissed him. It was a soft and gentle kiss, his favorite kind of kiss. She pulled away and rested her forehead on his.

“You are my soul and my heart as well, Solas. I think of you whenever I leave Skyhold and you’re not at my side, I think of every moment we’ve ever shared when I am in doubt, and when my fire is out of control and untamed when I’m fighting...I think of you and what you would do.” She was embarrassed to open her eyes, but she did and it was his turn to be in shock. They both erupted into laughter and hugged each other tight. They love each other and that’s the most beautiful thing to Solas.

And the most important thing in his life for this moment.

“Solas...”

She whispered his name as he backed up. They were in Crestwood and he was going to tell her everything, yet he couldn’t. He looked in her blue eyes and something stopped him, so he broke it off. ‘This is for the best,’ he thought. He backed up from her and released her hand, and it got rid of all of the warmth in his body. The flames that were inside of him suddenly gone cold.

“Please, Vhenan,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. He tried to keep his face calm, not wanting to show how much this was killing him. But when she grabbed his hand again and got closer to him, the mask broke.

“Solas...don’t leave me. Not now. I love you.” Her words were rushed and her eyes glossy with tears, and he knew tears were in his as well. But that warmth wasn’t back. Were her flames cold as well? But he just shook his head slowly. “You have a rare and marvelous spirit. In another world...”. He couldn’t finish because she cut him off, her words were desperate, sounding odd coming from Bloom. “Why not this one?” He shook his head again and got his hand from her tight grip, but she keeps following him, and he keeps backing away.

“I can’t.” He holds his hands up as he backs away, needing her not to touch him. If she did...he wouldn’t be able to walk away. And he...thinks he should. “I’m sorry.” It’s the last thing he says as he turns around and walks away, but he manages to see those tears finally falling down her face when he turns away, and his finally fall as well when he turns away, and he walks. He walks and he walks until his feet hurt, and then he finally feels the wind blow against him. It’s freezing. Was it always like this? Or is it only now? Only the day he lost his fire.

Bloom lays in the bed, almost all her clothes shed off, and she lays under the covers of the bed. Alone. Cold. Empty. Corypheus has been defeated, yet she didn’t feel happy. Her bones were cold and she felt like she couldn’t get up without shivering. She hears someone enter and doesn’t have the strength to get up and see who it is. “Bloom.” It’s Cassandra and her voice isn’t determined like it normally is. It’s soft and worried. She gets up slowly to sit up in the bed, still under the covers. She was only wearing a cloth covering her chest and black shorts on. She was hot yet cold.

“Yes?” She put on her Inquisitor voice, but Cassandra knew it was fake. She came closer to Bloom and sat next to her. “I know you’re not doing well, and I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I’m worried for you.” Cassandra looked at Bloom and she was serious. Her concern was radiating off of her and Bloom found it sweet. “It’s hard, Cassandra.” She managed to get those words out, her teeth chattering together as she talked. “It only gets like this when I’m sad, believe it or not.” She laughed softly but Cassandra only looked more worried. She pulled Bloom to her and gave her a tight hug. Bloom was confused for a moment, not knowing what to do, but her emotions caught up with her and she let out a little sob...and more followed. Cassandra just held her there, offering her her own warmth and love to help her. And it did.

She slowly was able to get up again, her limbs didn’t feel stiff anymore, she could conjure up a small fire, she had strength to see Varric and Cole, and then she finally felt her fire come back to her. She finally felt hot on the inside (even if she didn’t like it a bit). Her flames were now her own again and she was Bloom Lavellan. The Inquisitor. A heart to a man who has left her alone

And she wasn’t going to let Solas get away from her.

And here they were. Bloom trapped Solas in a ring of her own fire. She was covered in the fire, but it wasn’t burning her. It never burned her. And Solas finally realized it wasn’t burning him either. It was such a huge space as if they were giants fighting each other, but he didn’t pay attention to that. His focus was on Bloom and they way she was shaking. He saw blood on the chest plate, cuts on her face, but the thing that worried him most was the fact that she had a ball of fire in her hand and it was shaking. Her fire was weak and it only happened when she pushed herself too far or was breaking down emotionally.

“Solas. Please don’t make me do this!” Her words were shouted and very....desperate. Bloom was strong during the other battles, he witnessed it. Her fire was spreading everywhere, her soldiers were strong, and she did so well. He was proud of her, and he wasn’t surprised. ‘Of course she would be amazing’ he thought. He wanted to respond but didn’t know how. The last time he spoke to her was when he broke her heart even more, and when he destroyed his once again. “Vhenan...”. It was the only word he was able to speak. And then he witness the fire in her hand blow out and her fall to her knees, not even managing to catch herself. He forgot everything in this moment and ran to her. The ring of fire was flickering, it losing its power, yet he continued to run. When he reached her and held her in his arms, she was losing her warmth. Bloom was always hot and he loves it, but now she was warm and he felt it growing colder.

She was dying. They both knew it. “Oh, Vhenan. What have I done?” He laid his hand against her cheek and saw her freckles again. It was the first thing his eyes saw and he remembers kissing them every morning. She moved her hand, slowly from the pain, and laid it against his cheek. “Hey, Vhenan. Nice to see you here,” she said, her voice shaking with every word and she tried to laugh at the end, but ended with a coughing fit. Blood was leaving her mouth and they knew they had limited time together. “Bloom, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. You’re dying,” he rushed out. He looked up and saw all the fire everywhere slowly flickering out, and it was hurting him, even more than the pain of the fighting he did. And then it hit him as he saw all this fire.

None of it was necessary. The ring was huge and they didn’t need that much space to talk, some random parts of the area were on fire, he heard soldiers dying because of her fire and no other spells, only fire was used from her, and it lead to this. “Bloom...why did you use only your fire? It will kill you,” he whispered out. She looked at him for a moment and wanted to flick his forehead. “Of course, dummy. I had a plan you see? Use all my fire and die if I couldn’t save you and this world.” Her voice was so shaky and weak and he hated it. He didn’t know what to say to her, so he placed his forehead against hers and whispered words of love to her, a final goodbye, not realizing Bloom lied to him. He was in a rush that he didn’t notice the way she was lying. One hand was still beside her body and it had a dagger. It was a dagger she used when she ran out of fire, and now she did, but it wasn’t used for any of the soldiers. “I love you, ma Vhenan...and I’m sorry,” she said as a tear fell down her face. Solas pulled away and looked at her confused, and didn’t have time to stop her as she used the last of her fire, made the knife be the fire he loved, and plunged it deep into his chest.

He looked down at his chest and he didn’t know what to do as he felt it. That fire. That warmth that was familiar, even if it was causing him pain. The memories of her and him came to his mind for a quick second. All the glances, warm touches, kisses, the laughs, dances, and the love all came back to him. It hit him like a train and forgot about the pain for a second, even if it was killing him. He looked back at her and pulled a piece of her hair and placed it behind her ear. “It’s okay,” he told her and he meant it. She would do whatever it took to protect the people she loves, and if she couldn’t save him, then she’d die with him. “Varric better write stories about you,” he said with a smile. Bloom smiled back at the small joke and the last of her fire went out and her eyes closed. The dagger slowly lost his warmth, and so did he. And he took his last breath beside his Vhenan.

OKAY SO THAT LAST PARTS NOT THAT GOOD BUT I RLLY LOVE THE REST SNQHS. I hope you like it too >:))). And I think I put all my ideas in here even if the last part took me so long to think of vbfik. I always use that idea of Lavellan killing Solas as she dies as well bc...honestly that’d be a kinda cool ending in a way even if its very Sad and probably won’t happen.

And there’s proof reading but if there’s mistakes then my bad :(.

#my writing #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #solavellan #solas x lavellan #I love Solas and Bloom. And I have 2 more fics actually I might tag you in #‘Hellfire’ and Then Wolf vs The Fox’ both are for Bloom and Solas lol. Hellfire is from the song ya know #from Hunchback of Notre Dame. I LOVE that song and can see it for Solas in a way of sorts. I’m just struggling on making it like I see it in #my head so...Gonna be awhile probably but the second one is gonna be sooner probably lol.#but yh I hope you liked this and I lowkey need feedback bc this was hard to write snwndb #DA4 Better come out fast bc oHHH BOYYYY. Solavellan is so much angst and I love it so much and need a peaceful ending for themmmm.#And the rest is canon (even if the glove thing for Bloom is still a secret bc hehe) in a way but not the last part bc I have no idea how DA4 #is gonna go. oKAY SORRY SO MANY TAGS FBRHJFD

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How Far I'll Go Chapter Six (Ninex) - Mia Ugly, Meggie

A/N: We’re baaaaack! Hi hello how are you? LIFE is crazy. We’re so sorry it took so long to get this chapter to you guys, but honestly, Snatch Game was probably the hardest thing we’ve written. It’s hard to be funny. I’m going to be way nicer to queens who do badly on Snatch Game from here on out because it’s not easy, mama. Anyway. We hope you enjoy this SUPER MEGA SIZED CHAPTER (10.5k!) to make up for the super long hiatus. And hopefully we’ll be back with more very soon. Come visit us on our blogs: @mia-ugly and @artificialmeggie

Previously: The runway was purple, but Blair’s Scarlett O'Hara realness wasn’t enough to save a poor performance and she was sent packing. Brooke and Vanjie are (most definitely) probably still messing around, and Nina and Monet had a moment backstage when Nina narrowly avoided elimination. Or was it a moment? Oh, and Nina’s probably losing his mind.

To come: Katya, Snatch Game, a hotel bar date, and a musical number.

Nina wakes up and is still on Drag Race.

He might be having some kind of a nervous breakdown (and breaking into song periodically) but that’s showbiz, kid.

And now it’s time for the fucking Snatch Game.

Shower, shave, dress.

Prepare for another sloppy Branjie moment in the elevator (and thank God, Nina gets to avoid that for a change). Nina Bo’nina is riding down alone, and the two of them chat distractedly on their way to the conference room.

A few of the mentors are there, but no Monét and no Trixie.

Nina tries not to let that bother him as he nibbles his toast and drinks his coffee. He’s focused this morning, ready for whatever happens next. He’s been thinking about Snatch Game since the moment he got the All Stars call, is determined that this is going to be his challenge (of course, he might have had that thought about the last challenge too… No, nope, move the hell on, girl.)

Nina doesn’t see Brooke until they film the Werk Room entrance. The man looks exhausted. There are circles under his eyes that the makeup guy has done his best to cover, but it’s still obvious Brooke is not at his best. It makes Nina remember that - no matter how stupid the Canadian is being about Vanjie (and no matter what sort of history he has with Nina’s equally stupid heart), Nina still loves him. Will probably always love him in some kind of way.

“No coffee this morning?” he asks quietly as they’re waiting to get mic’d.

“Not enough.” Brooke pulls down his hideous knitted beanie (where the hell does he keep getting those? A P.A. should - frankly - take them away.)

“Have a late night?” Nina doesn’t really want to know, but if Brooke needs to talk about it -

“Oh no. No. Just - thinking.” He rolls his neck. “Like - we know what’s coming up, right? And last season - it wasn’t my best look.”

Nina barks out a an embarrassingly loud laugh. “No kidding.”

“You didn’t have to find it that funny.”

“It’s pretty funny.”

“You’re a dick, you know that? No matter how sweet Monét thinks you are.”

This makes Nina stop laughing. “Sorry - what?”

“He was just going on about you when he was watching Asia film our scene last episode. Like - ‘try this, Nina does this, blah blah.’”

Nina doesn’t know what to think about that. It makes him feel a bit warm and light-headed, but absolutely incapable of responding.

“Clearly you’ve got her fooled. I know what you’re really like.”

“Haha, yeah.” Nina’s voice is weak and he hopes to God Brooke doesn’t immediately clock his blush. Luckily, Vanjie chooses that moment to start flirting with the sound guy, and Brooke’s attention is suddenly elsewhere. Yes, yes, that’s good. Nina will have to keep Vanjie close by at all times, just in case he needs to distract Brooke.

They all romp into the Werk Room together, Shea and Asia working their few seconds in the doorway for all it’s worth (“pose for me, pose for me, POSE”). They talk a bit about Blair going home, but before they can say much about it there’s the sound of a video message, and the television flickers to life.

“Ladies,” Ru’s face comes onto the screen. “I picked you queens for All Stars because you represent the best of the best. But on second thought… I think I’d like to see some other queens in your place. Sorry, not sorry.”

The video ends.

“What the hell does that mean?” Shea asks.

“Nah, nah.” Vanjie is shaking his head in denial. “We don’t need no more hos up in here. We got too many of y’all already.”

“Hello, hello, hello!” The door opens and Ru comes into the Werk Room, followed by the mentors. Nina tries to smile and look as excited to see Ru as he’s always supposed to be, but - he can’t help being worried about whatever the hell twist is coming up. (Monét winks at him as he comes in, so that’s something. Nina will keep that one brief moment like a diamond in his pocket.)

“Ladies, for this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for another All Star Edition of Snatch Game!”

Most of the queens around Nina are delighted - except Brooke. Nina can see him smiling, but it’s fragile and fake, and his arms are folded very tightly around himself, legs crossed at the thigh even though he’s standing; a clear indication he’s stressing.

“This time, however, to celebrate my recent single ‘Queens Everywhere’— available now on iTunes—we’re going to do things a little bit differently. I know you’re all amazing queens, but for this Snatch Game, I’d like to see if you have any other queens inside you.” Ru raises a suggestive eyebrow. “Not to give Miss Vanjie an unfair advantage.”

Vanjie’s jaw drops even as he laughs, mutters “shade” through his perfect teeth.

“For this Snatch Game, I’m asking you to channel one of your sisters. We’ve had a lot of iconic queens on this series, so you’ll have plenty of personalities to choose from. And luckily you’ve got some experts here for inspiration. Hashtag Snatch Game All Stars. Gentleman, start your engines. And may the best All Star… win!”

“The fuck?” Vanjie whispers to Nina as soon as Ru leaves. “Bitch, I had a damn plan. I brought the little gold trophies and everything. Watched all the fucking movies. Now I got to be one of y’all’s tired asses? That ain’t fair.”

“Trophies, like - you mean Oscars?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Nina has to admit that he’s kinda thrilled about this twist. He’d been telling anyone who will listen who he was going to be for the Snatch Game if he ever got another chance. He’d had a couple back-ups, of course (they’d all been told to bring a former queen, so honestly, they should have seen this coming from a mile away), but this really couldn’t have gone better for him.

He feels bad for some of the other queens though, especially Vanessa (the bitch was prepped to do Meryl Streep - Brooke’s idea, and a fucking hilarious one. He’d kill to see it).

“X-Queens assemble,” Monét calls over at him, and Nina pats Vanjie on the shoulder, goes off to sit with Monét and Asia.

Monét looks good. Real good. He’s in some loud patterned sweatshirt that has tiny slices of pizza all over it, and another pair of thick-rimmed glasses (white, or maybe baby pink?), and he’s smiling at Nina like - no, nope. Move along.

“It’s actually the Avengers that assemble,” Asia tells Monét, who rolls his eyes at her.

“Girl, you can’t be a bigger nerd than me. I won’t accept it.”

“Yeah, ‘cause knowing about the Avengers is real obscure, serious fan-only shit.”

“The shade, Miss Asia! Nina West, are you going to defend your mentor?”

Nina holds his hands up. “You’re the fearless leader, you got this.”

“The pair of you.” Monét shakes his head. “All right, what you got for Snatch Game?”

“I’ma be Brown Cow Stun-ning, yes, honey.” Asia pops her tongue after a pretty admirable impression of Monique Heart.

“And Miss Nina West?” Monét is looking at him with an eyebrow raised. Nina wonders if he’s heard the interviews, if he already knows.

“Miss Vaaaanjie,” Nina says, “Bitch, you know I don’t play games. Don’t play Monopology, Uno, Twistah, Tag, Marbles -”

“Jesus Christ, stop it.” Monét is covering his face with his hands, while Asia is cackling. “Does she know?”

“Not yet.”

“She will live. Okay, okay, I ain’t worried about either of you. Take me straight to the finale, win me that serious mentor coin.”

They run through a couple ideas for jokes, focusing more on Asia (who struggled last time and still has a bit of anxiety flaring behind her contacts). There’s a break for lunch, but it’s weirdly quiet, subdued. Snatch Game is an opportunity to stand out, to prove you deserve to be there. It’s also an opportunity to crash and burn in front of Ru, the judges, and later on - the world. So there’s that.

After lunch everyone starts putting on their paint, fixing their wigs. The cameras zoom in to get some Werk Room chatter about who is playing who, and of course they’re all dying for Vanessa’s reaction (as soon as he sees Nina pull out his pink-petalled Barbie-head dress from its garment bag, the pussycat’s out of the Prada bag).

“Noooo, bitch,” Vanjie shouts across the room, but he’s smiling. “Oh, I’mma have to whup your ass if that’s what I think it is.”

“Deuces!” Nina shouts back at him, throwing up the sign as well, while Brooke covers his face.

“That ain’t right, it ain’t right. Thought we was friends, sis.” Vanjie is laughing about it, though; Nina knows they’re cool.

“Who are you playing, Miss Shea Coulée?” Asia calls over to her sister, who is fussing with a nasty looking green wig.

“Paaaarty…” Shea drags out the word, working that vocal fry for all she’s worth. “I’m going to be Adore Delano, darling.”

Nina Bo’nina Brown thinks this is the funniest thing she’s ever heard, can’t speak for laughing so hard. Shea seems entertained by it at first, but her smile starts to tighten a little after the laughter continues a bit too long.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just - good luck, girl.”

“Who are you doing then?”

“Yeah,” Cracker interjects. “You were Jasmine Masters for your season’s Snatch Game right? The judges loved it.”

“Right. So why mess with perfection? I’m going to do Miss Jasmine Masters.”

A couple of the girls stop what they’re doing when she says this.

“You’re going to play the same queen?” Cracker repeats, a bit shocked.

“Yeah. I was sickening last time, I’ll be sickening this time.”

“Aren’t you worried that they’ll read you for not showing them what else you can do?”

“Nah. They’re gonna be laughing too hard.”

“Mmmm…” Vanjie makes a low, skeptical noise.

“Trust and believe, Vanjie,” Nina B. calls over to her. “Trust and believe.”

The cameras have to reset then to film Ru’s entrance into the Werk Room, and catch all the queens’ “surprised” reactions.

“Hello hello hello, kitty girls!”

Nina beams, claps his hands, that whole production. He’s feeling pretty good though - the energy is real. He’s actually excited for this challenge, ready to show Ru what he can do. (That’s how he felt last year too, then Silky went and yanked the win right out from under him. But no time to dwell on that now.)

“How are my All Stars? I thought I’d take a little look-see at what you were planning for us. And I brought along one of our extra special guest judges to help me out.”

From behind Ru, Katya Zamolodchikova comes in waving and smiling, teeth glowing white against her red lipstick.

“Oh my god! Get your own thing!” Trixie yells from across the room, and Katya does that ridiculous/adorable silent laugh that Nina has seen on “UNHhhh” too many times to count.

“Thanks for coming, Katya!” Ru says cheerfully.

“No problem, Ru. Thanks for unlocking the attic door!”

“Well, it was a special occasion. And I was feeling generous.”

They go from station to station, cameras following them around silently, and Nina fusses a bit with his dress while eavesdropping on their conversations with the other queens. There is a bit of concern for Brooke, who’s playing Detox (no big surprise there). How is Brooke going to make Detox funny seems to be the main issue. Nina has the same question. Brooke seems more confident than last season, though, so Ru and Katya wish him luck.

There’s some controversy over Nina Bo’nina playing Jasmine again, but the girl won’t be convinced to try something else. Nina listens to some of the critiques, ignores some of the others. He’s interested, but he also knows he needs to focus on his own performance, and not get in his head. He’s not as bad as Brooke at over-thinking things, but no one goes into goddamn musical theatre who isn’t at least a little bit destroyed (psychologically speaking. Okay, maybe also a bit romantically. It’s fine).

“Nina West!” Ru says close to Nina’s ear, and he almost jumps a foot in the air. (Girl, Katya is standing four feet away from you, be cool, be cool.)

“Hello, hello, hello Christine,” he says, immediately launching into his Vanjie impression. Both Ru and Katya laugh - and Katya’s smile up close is completely unfair, like a smile cut out of paper, perfect and sharp-edged.

(“I don’t know her!” Vanjie shouts from across the room.)

“So who are you going to be?” Katya asks, completely straight-faced, as soon as she and Ru have stopped laughing.

“I don’t know, still making up my mind,” Nina says, back in his normal voice.

“And the uh -” Ru gestures to the hideous floral Barbie dress, “gown?”

“Do you like it? One of my best gowns. What’s funny?”

Katya is wheeze-laughing. Katya is wheeze-laughing because of something Nina said! He stores that one next to the Monét gem from earlier; hopes to have enough for his own tiara in the unthinkable event that he doesn’t win.

“Now on Season 11’s Snatch Game, you were hilarious, you played -”

“Harvey Fierstein and Jo Anne Worley-”

“Yes! And really, it might have been one of the strongest performances in Snatch Game herstory.”

Nina smiles gratefully (only slightly furious that Ru’s saying this despite the fact that Nina didn’t win. He deserved to win).

“So how can you possibly outdo yourself this time?”

“I’m not trying to outdo myself, I’m trying to do something different. Like Katya, when you played Björk -”

“Yes, yes, back to me,” Katya says, nodding.

“Completely different from Suze Orman, but still so funny. That’s what I’m going to do. Just - mix it up.”

“All right, Nina, good luck. Can’t wait to see it,” Ru says, moving on.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine.

As soon as Ru and Katya leave the Werk Room it’s a mad dash to get dressed and made up and before Nina knows it, before he can light a bunch of candles on an altar and find whatever religion will bring him the most luck, they’re all being rounded up and led into the studio for the Snatch Game.

Okay.

Brooke’s Detox look is iconic, the yellow and black striped bandage dress from the Season 5 premiere (probably borrowed from Detox herself) hugs his perfectly padded body, but he’s absolutely trembling as he walks beside Nina. Nina has to squeeze his shoulder, tell him it’ll be fine.

“It’s fun, Brooke. Just have fun with it,” he murmurs as he hits the bright studio lights, has to blink until his vision adjusts (the first thing he sees is Monét and Nina’s blinded by him).

Okay.

The mentors are sitting along the sidelines, ready to watch the show play out. Nina wasn’t expecting that, but it’s - fine. Monét smiles at him, and Nina’s going to use that smile as a good luck charm - a rabbit’s foot, a four leaf clover, whatever. It’s impossible not to feel lucky when someone who looks like Monét goddamn X Change smiles at you like that.

“Welcome to the first All Stars ‘Queens Everywhere’ Snatch Game!” Ru says after they’re all mic’d and seated, upbeat music playing behind him. “Let’s meet our contestants.”

Katya beams from where she’s sitting behind her glittery podium and microphone.

“It’s everyone’s favorite queen that we found digging in the dumpster outside - Katya!”

“And yet I’m still hungry!”

Katya smiles at Ru and then snaps her teeth at the other queens.

“And - just when you thought we’d finally seen the last of her - halleloo! It’s Shangela!”

Shangela raises one hand in the air, nodding seriously. “That’s right, I’m back again, bitches. And I ain’t even in a box this time, baby.”

“Ladies, are you ready to meet the queens?”

“Yaaaaaaaaaas,” they answer in tandem.

They reset so that Ru can film the introductions, and Nina’s heart starts rattling like bones in a bag. He’s buzzing with adrenaline and nerves, but he’s going to channel that into a goddamn win. That’s right, he tells his inner saboteur - you can fuck off. This challenge is mine.

“The heart of Season 10 - Monique Heart is here!” Ru starts with Asia, whose Monique look is extremely correct.

“Hello world! Hello America! Are you brown cow stunning?” She tosses Ru a ridiculous cow-patterned baseball cap. Ru briefly feigns excitement before throwing it over his shoulder in distaste.

“Burn that,” he murmurs to one of the camera crew. “Next up, we have the original party-queen - Adore Delano!”

Shea Coulee stretches her arms in the air before making a peace sign, growling “Party,” in a gravelly voice.

“How are you doing Adore?”

“I mean, I’m good, you know? Like. Excited to be back. Where am I again?”

Nina has to turn his mouth into his shoulder to stifle the laugh that bubbles to his throat immediately. He wasn’t sold on it when they were discussing it in the Werk Room, but Shea is killing it as Adore. Her voice, her delivery is hilarious. The makeup is flawless. Her perpetual open mouth is complete perfection. As always, Shea Coulee is slaying the competition. Nina’s stomach gives a nervous jolt, so he sucks in a deep breath and reminds himself to pay attention.

He realizes he’s missed Ivy’s introduction, but Katya is gagged at the illusion of, well - Her - that Ivy is turning today. A mid-length honey blonde wig barely brushes Ivy’s shoulders and her red bustier is covered in rhinestones (and, of course, the scythe and hammer.) The look is great. The accent, on the other hand… Nina sighs a little, but tries not to get comfortable, regardless of how terrible Ivy’s Russian accent is.

Vanjie is seated at the end of the top row, decked out in red lace, a large pair of dark sunglasses balanced precariously on her nose. There’s no denying the air about her: Miss Vanjie is living Miss Valentina’s French vanilla fantasy, and no one could doubt it.

Ru beams at him. “Valentina! How wonderful to see you again!”

Vanjie draws in a deep breath. “That’s right, Ru, it’s me - Valentina. I’m back, and this time, I just want you to know, I fully learned all the words to ‘Greedy.’”

“Excellent! You want to sing us a verse right now?”

“No,” Vanjie answers, extremely primly, and even in his gravelly voice, the delivery is enough to make Ru laugh.

“Maybe next time.”

“Probably not.”

Then Ru’s looking at Nina and - oh, god, why did he think coming back for All Stars was a good idea again?

“Miss Vaaaaaanjie is here!” Ru trills.

Nina sucks in a deep breath and - “What’s the grease, mama?”

Down the row, Brooke buries his face in his hands, but his shoulders bounce with laughter. Ru is giggling loudly. Even Katya and Shangela are agape at the spot-on impression like it’s the first time he’s done it, the first time they’ve heard it.

He lets himself relax a little.

“Three seasons in a row.” Ru consults his cue cards. “Girl, aren’t you tired of competing yet?”

“Mmhmm.” Nina shakes his head vehemently, the wig he pilfered from Vanjie weeks ago flying around his shoulders. (He really does owe Brooke one for that.) “Nah, girl, you know I’m still trying to get my own show. Like Vanjie of Love or some shit like that. You know, something where these triflin’ hos gotta pay me some damn attention.”

In his periphery, Nina catches Brooke cut his eyes to him. He hopes this is okay. They haven’t really discussed the Branjie territory in regards to his jokes, but he kind of assumed it was fair game. Besides, he isn’t planning on directly hurting anyone’s feelings. He’ll keep it light, keep it fun. Besides, they’re the ones who marketed their portmanteau and gave the profits to charity. It’s practically public domain at this point.

“Next up we’ve got - oh my goodness, it’s Jasmine Masters!”

Nina Bo’nina gives Ru an extremely “over it” look. “Yeah, and I got something to say.”

“Now Jasmine - no tea, no shade, but haven’t you been on Snatch Game before?”

There’s a bit of an awkward pause before Nina Bo’nina waves him away.

“Bitch, I’ve got something more to say.”

Ru chuckles a bit, “I bet you do,” and moves on to Brooke.

“Another former All Star contestant, welcome Detox!”

Brooke looks sullen and concerned. He gives a little nod at Ru and the contestants.

“Detox, what’s the matter? You don’t look happy to be here.”

“Oh, am I not smiling?” Brooke asks through his extremely full, painted-on lips. “I can’t feel anything above my neck.” He shapes his mouth into a grotesque smile using his hands, and Ru almost doubles over. Okay, okay. Nina feels a little less worried about Brooke.

“And last but not least, we have - um, Aquaria! Hey girl!”

“Hi Ru!”

“Aquaria, is that the new way you’re spelling your name?” Cracker has written Acwareea on her name-card. A couple letters are backwards.

“Huh?” Cracker looks down at the name card. “Oh, I can’t spell my name. Actually, I can’t spell anything.”

“Okay then.”

“You know, some girls chose to read books, I chose to turn looks.”

“Yeah, you did! Now let’s get ready to play the Snatch Game!”

They break for a few adjustments on the cameras and microphones, and Nina tries not to hyperventilate, and then fuck - they’re rolling again.

“Here we go. The first question is for Katya. Katya, All Stars Season 1 paved the way, and brought back some of the most celebrated queens of all time to compete. This time, instead of competing in pairs, the queens are competing in BLANK.”

Be funny, be funny, be fucking funny. Nina tries to think like Vanjie and writes down an answer as soon as he’s got one, hoping it will be good enough.

“Okay, pens down. Katya?”

“I said competing in traction.”

“In - traction?”

“Yeah, you know, when all the bones in your body are broken and you’re in the hospital bed with your leg in the air.”

“That would certainly be a different kind of competition.”

“I’d watch it,” Katya says seriously, and Ru laughs.

“Let’s go to the Queens and see if we have any matches. Miss Valentina. What did you write down?”

Vanjie has put a lace mask on over the bottom of her face. She mumbles something indecipherable.

“What was that?” Ru asks. Vanjie mumbles something again.

“Valentina,” Ru says, clearly picking up on the joke. “Take that thing off your face.”

“I’d like to keep it on please.”

Ru shakes his head slowly, and at last Vanjie removes her mask.

“Now, Valentina. What did you write?”

Vanjie flips her card over, and Ru starts to wheeze with laughter. “That’s what I wrote down. I’d like to keep it on please.“

Vanjie’s Valentina voice is slipping, but she’s hella charming anyway, as always.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but that is not a match. Moving on to Aquaria - oh! You’ve got a new outfit.”

Miz Cracker was scrambling to put on a new wig and geometric headpiece made of iPhones while Ru was speaking to the contestants. She looks great, and she’s killing Aquaria’s affected head wobble.

“This season the queens are competing in BLANK.”

Cracker flips her card to reveal Aquaria’s instagram URL. “I wasn’t born when All Stars Season 1 aired, so I just wrote this.”

“Oh, okay - not a match.”

“I’m young,” Cracker insists, and Ru nods, patiently.

“We all were once. What did Miss Vaaaaanjie have to say?”

“I said we’d have to compete in swimsuits,” Nina says, flipping over his card.

“Swimsuits?”

“Yeah. Cause maybe then Michelle won’t read my ass for filth every damn week.”

Ru gapes at him, like he can’t believe he just came for Michelle in Snatch Game.

“Swimsuits be glamor when everybody else is doing them too, bitch!” Nina pops his tongue.

Ru laughs, high and clear, and then turns to the other Nina. “What about you, Jasmine? What do you have to say?”

Nina Bo’nina slaps her hands on the table and purses her lips. “We gonna be competing in making viral videos to get Justin Bieber’s attention, Ru.”

The room — pauses while Ru tries to save face with a polite chuckle. Nina West can practically hear the shade rattle sound effect that will inevitably be edited in at this exact moment.

Jasmine Masters probably wasn’t Nina Bo’nina’s best option (anyone could have told her that and, good god girl, they really tried). It’s not working. Nina doesn’t think any of it’s working.

Ru clears his throat, shakes his head. “I’m certain you could teach them a thing or two about that, but unfortunately, it’s not a match.”

Nina Bo’nina shrugs.

Ru shuffles his cue cards and moves on. “This next question is for Shangela. In All Stars Season 2, we changed things up by letting the queens choose who would be eliminated. This season, as well as eliminating each other, the queens will have to BLANK each other.”

There’s the scribbling of markers from the queens around Nina (who like to think he’s got this answer down blind.)

“Okay, pens down. Shangela? This season, the queens will also have to…”

“I knew what y’all were looking for, because y’all are nasty…” Shangela turns her card around. “But I’m a lady, so I said they’d have to ‘tuck’ each other.”

“Tuck each other!”

“Sometimes a girl needs a helping hand, mama.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Let’s see if we have any matches! Katya, what did you say?”

Ivy looks a bit startled to be called on first, but she beams with her red lips, flips her card over. “I said eat each other. To consume each other’s power and fill the gaping void that lives -” She pats her chest. “Right here.”

Katya (the real Katya) shrieks, but Ru shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, that’s not a match.”

“Da,” Ivy says solemnly, in her terrible Russian accent. “Da. It never is match. Like me and Trixie. Match but… No match.”

And, okay, Nina might imagine it, but it seems like the studio goes eerily quiet as everyone waits for Trixie’s reaction. She’s smiling, but it looks forced. Katya clears her throat but laughs, which seems to dispel the weird tension that formed.

Ru, oblivious to the entire thing, moves on. “Miss Vaaaanjie, what did you say?”

Nina sighs and flips his card, feeling pretty pleased with himself. “I said date each other. You know, I still be lookin’ for that Notebook shit.”

“Oh yeah, we know. No more Post-Its, right?”

“No more Post-Its, never again. I ain’t got the time, Mary!” He glances over at Brooke, raises his eyebrows seductively. “Hey, how you doin’?” Behind him, the real Vanjie mumbles something under his breath.

“I’m sorry, my dear, that’s not a match.”

“Bitch, it might be!” Nina says, still looking at Brooke, and Ru bends over laughing, stomping his foot into the ground. It’s adrenaline, it’s power, it’s like Nina knows this challenge is his.

“You ain’t even know!” he continues, channeling angry Vanessa as much as possible. “Just ‘cause one tall blonde bitch did me wrong don’t mean they all will. Shit.” Nina crosses his arms over his chest, leans back in his chair, sees Brooke duck his head and blink rapidly a few times.

That might have been too much. He just got caught in the moment and… Fuck. Dial it back a little, but stay focused.

“Moving on to Aquaria,” Ru says. Aquaria, this season the queens will have to BLANK each other.”

“I said ‘copy each other,” Cracker says tightly, in Aquaria’s low voice. “And it’s too bad Miz Cracker isn’t here. Maybe then she would have won something.”

“Oho!” Ru laughs, a bit scandalized. “Not a match, my dear.”

Cracker shrugs and throws the card over her shoulder. “Someone save that so I can call and ask Cracker if she wants more of my sloppy seconds.”

“Adore Delanoooo!” Ru trills the last syllable as he turns to Shea, who tosses the long green waves over her shoulder.

She flashes Ru one of Adore’s signature winking, mouth-open, tongue-out smiles with a peace sign.

“What did you write down, darling?”

“I said ‘party with each other,’” Shea drawls in Adore’s affected tone, adding more fry than is entirely necessary, but it gets the point across. She’s goofy and perfect.

“Party with each other,” Ru repeats.

“Yeah! I mean, you guys all look super cool. I’d hang out with you, smoke a blunt, eat some pizza. You know, party!”

Ru tsks. “Sounds like a great Tuesday night, but unfortunately not a match.” He turns to face the contestants, where Katya is sitting with her hands folded primly on her stack of cards. “Back to Katya! In All Stars Season 3, BenDeLaCreme shocked the judges by sending herself home. This season, Michelle Visage will shock everyone by BLANKING herself.”

Katya takes a minute to ponder, pressing her index finger to her lips then writes something on her card. Nina and the other queens follow suit, and when their time is up, Katya is smiling ferociously.

“Let’s see what our contestant put down. Katya?” Ru faces her. “Michelle Visage will shock everyone by doing what?”

Katya clears her throat. “I could have gone the obvious route, you know.”

“Obviously,” Ru says.

“Instead, I said, ‘sacrificing herself.’”

“Sacrificing herself?”

“With fire. To the Gods, honey.”

“Okay… Any particular God?”

“…Satan.”

“Of course. Let’s go to our queens. Detox, this season Michelle Visage will shock everyone by…”

Brooke flips his card over. “I said motorboating herself. I mean, if anyone could do it -”

“I don’t know how shocking that would be… but either way, I’m sorry, not a match. Vanessa Vanjie Mateo! What did you say, my dear?”

Nina flips over his card. “I said cloning herself.”

“Cloning herself?”

“Mmm-hmm. Need two of her to manage your ass.”

Ru laughs, and Nina thanks every God he knows the name of. The burn landed!

“And now she got that done, she’s gonna clone me some Canadian bacon.”

“Is that right?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Nina does not look at Brooke or Vanjie. “But only the good parts, baby. Trim all the fat; I’m a growing girl, need more protein in my diet.”

“Bitch, you couldn’t handle that much protein,” Vanjie-as-Valentina cuts in, and Ru fans himself.

“A controversial question! Let’s go to Monique Heart, see what she said. Michelle Visage will shock everyone by…”

“I said believing in herself.” Asia-as-Monique-turns her face to the camera. “Like I believe in myself, America. And that’s why I’d like to take this moment to announce my run for office.”

“Which office is that?”

“Whichever.” Asia’s got Monique’s flighty passion down perfectly. “One of the big ones, you know. And thank you, America, for your trust. I won’t let you down.”

Ru reads the last question of the night. “In All Stars Season 4, history was made when we celebrated the first Drag Race double crowning. This season, we’ll be making history with a double BLANK.”

Shangela is already shaking her head knowingly. There’s a scrabble of writing from the queens.

“Ladies, pens down. Shangela?”

“I’m giving the people what they want, Ru. I ain’t proud. I had to say a double fisting.”

“Did you really have to say it though?”

“Actually, mama, I did. The PAs have my children.”

“Ha! All right ladies, let’s see if we have any matches. Adore Delano. This season we’ll be making history with the first double BLANK.”

Shea holds up her card proudly. “I said the first double… elimination.”

Ru is quiet for a moment. “That’s actually been done before.”

“It has?”

“A couple of times, actually.”

“Oh.” Shea is unfazed. “Well. I don’t watch the show.”

Ru wheeze laughs, and so does Nina.

“I mean, I don’t know who any of you people are.”

“Sorry, Adore. Not a match.”

Shea shrugs, flashes a peace sign.

“What about you Katya?” Ru moves over to Ivy.

“Well, I thought about what Trixie and I like to do behind the scenes of ‘UNHhhh’ and I just had to put - fisting!” She flips her card.

“It’s a match!” Ru exclaims.

Everyone is laughing, but Nina can’t help check out the subjects of Ivy’s joke. The real Katya Zamo is smiling but - her teeth look clenched. And over with the mentors, Trixie Mattel is not smiling at all. She’s staring at her hands in her lap, systematically picking at the baby pink polish that adorns her fingernails. Hopefully none of the cameras pick up on that.

“I’ll see you later tonight!” Ivy continues, pointing at Trixie. There’s a halfway amused smile on Trixie’s face right away, but Nina feels like he was punched in the stomach. Something’s going on between the two of them, clearly. It hurts to watch - not like watching Vanjie and Brooke hurts (that’s more like watching two attractive bricks smash together). But Trixie and Katya - there’s so much history there. So much darkness. And God knows enough people have been convinced they’re in love -

“Monique Heart, what did you put down? This season we’ll be making history with the first double BLANK.”

“I said the first double crowning, dahling.”

“I’m sorry Monique, we already did that as well.”

“I know y’all did it, but I feel like it didn’t really count because my ass wasn’t wearing one of those crowns. It should have been me, and that’s a fact, America. And facts are - what? Facts.”

Ru laughs for a moment before turning to Nina. “What about Miss Vaaaanjie?”

“I said the first double wedding. And before y’all even ask: I do.” Nina glances over at Brooke, hoping he isn’t hitting this note a bit too hard.

“You do? Who’s the other happy couple?”

Ivy interrupts before Nina can answer. “Trixie! I’ve been meaning to ask you!”

“Oh honey,” Trixie calls out, looking flushed and uncomfortable. “I know I said I’d give more to charity this year, honey, but my generosity has limits.”

Behind her podium, Katya’s face is absolutely expressionless.

“Well, queens, we’re out of time,” Ru announces. “Which means the winner is… Xanax! Talk to your pharmacist. See you next time on the Snatch Game!”

Nina throws ‘deuces’ at the cameras as they get some closing B-roll, keeping up his Vanjie-persona until the very end. As soon as the director yells “cut!” Nina lets out the breath he’s been holding for the past two hours. God, it went by fast, but now he’s feeling every second of it. His muscles ache like he ran a marathon this morning and then tried kick-boxing for the first time.

“Nice work, ladies,” P.A.’s are congratulating them as they leave the set, but Nina barely hears a word. He de-drags, does some of the talking head interviews he loves so much (has to look shady about Nina B.’s performance, and worried about Brooke. Nina doesn’t put on an act or anything - he is kinda worried about Brooke. Brooke did ‘okay’ - better than Celine for sure - but didn’t stand out the way some of the other queens did. And if Brooke goes home tomorrow night - fuck. Nina doesn’t quite know how he feels about that).

Brooke was also kind of weird as they took off their paint in the Werk Room. Nina thought at first that he was in his head about the Snatch Game, but now he’s starting to wonder if his answers as Vanjie might have fucked Brooke up a bit. He hasn’t had a chance to address it, but he’s going to have to tomorrow, just to make sure they’re cool. He thinks it will be okay. He’s pretty sure. Basically. Almost positive.

Nina might be working through some latent confidence issues as he pushes himself for four miles on the elliptical later that night in the hotel (work through the pain, he reminds himself), but it’s fine really. Nothing to see here. Move along.

His legs ache and his face drips sweat, but he feels—good, actually. Solid about his performance. (He did last year, too, but he’s trying not to think about that.)

Dolly is singing about ways to make a living in his ears. He’s not assuming - but he is preparing. Just in case. If he has to lipsync for his legacy, he wants to be ready. Wants to win this one more than any other challenge, and call him crazy, but he feels like there’s a real chance. He can’t pinpoint why exactly, but there’s some kind of feeling settling down into his bones, making him think that maybe maybe maybe—

Underneath that, something uncomfortable has wormed its way into his psyche. It has almost nothing to do with the actual competition. It’s stupid and predictable and oh-so-not what he should be concerned with while on the set of All Stars for Christ’s sake. But he is and he’s here and he’s feeling things, and Nina taught himself a long time ago that feeling things fully for a while and then letting them go is far more beneficial to his mental health than taking the Brooke route and bottling everything up and burying it under vodka cranberries and couch cushions.

So sure. Okay. He’s feeling some kind of way about this thing that he saw that he wasn’t even supposed to see and isn’t even any of his business, but that’s just Nina’s luck for you. So that’s what he focuses on (or tries not to) as he turns up the resistance and pushes through the last of his workout.

He’d risked a glance back at Monét right before the PAs had shoved them off the soundstage. He’s in the business of gem collecting now, savoring those moments, polishing them up for later use, and maybe he wanted a ruby tinted the exact shade of Monét’s lipstick as they’d smiled across the room at each other.

Instead, he’d seen Monét reaching out to Shangela, crimson lips puckered, arms outstretched, ready for the kiss Nina couldn’t make himself watch.

Maybe they had kissed, Nina didn’t know; he’d made himself turn away before he could inflict any more psychological damage on himself. (He’s choosing healthier options now, remember.)

Of course they hadn’t had a moment after the last runway. Why would he think that? When Monét could have anyone he wants, and Nina is practically an amorphous blob. Like. He knows drag queens are all touchy-cuddly most of the time, and he knows that there’s probably nothing going on between Monét and pretty, perfect, halleloo-ing Shangela. But there could be, right? And goddamn, that would actually make sense. As opposed to whatever madness was going on in Nina’s head last night.

He adds even more resistance to the elliptical - just for “fun.” Or maybe spite. And yeah, okay, one night of really solid work in the hotel gym isn’t going to turn him into Naomi Smalls with legs up to his asshole or anything, but it’s a start. And the sooner Nina can convince himself that he isn’t doing this for Monét (or anyone other than himself because he likes exercise, damn it), the better.

He’s a grown-ass adult. He recognizes delusion when he sees it in the mirror every morning. It’s time to face facts—he and Monét had one (wondrously) sensual, albeit (incredibly) drunken night months ago. Monét had left the ball in Nina’s court. Nina was too chickenshit to do anything about it. Now they’re tentative friends (Monét is his mentor after all), Nina might be going crazy (this whole bursting-into-song-but-not-really thing has gone too far), and it’s all just so messy.

Nina wipes his face, stretches, and heads out of the hotel gym. He probably looks like a sweaty disaster (okay, there’s no ‘probably’ about it) and he’s waiting for the elevator down to the floor with his room, when the doors “ding” open and he’s face to face with Monét.

Could be worse. Could be Branjie again.

“Get in loser, we’re going drinking!” Monét says, with a wide smile on his face.

He’s so fucking charming that Nina momentarily forgets that he himself is a hot damn mess. Literally, like hot. Dripping with sweat.

“Um.” He gets into the elevator anyway because - he’s gotta go somewhere. “Are we?”

“If you want.” Monét gets strangely shy as soon as the elevator doors close. Or maybe that’s just in Nina’s mind. “Was the Mean Girls reference too much? I feel like maybe it’s played out.”

Nina laughs out loud, awkwardness momentarily forgotten. Monét never seems anything but confident and composed, and that one moment of doubt is - surprisingly endearing.

Not that confident, composed Monét isn’t completely endearing as well. Like. It’s all good. It all works a little too well for Nina. Everything about Monét is working a little too well for Nina lately.

Shit, the elevator is moving, decision-making time is limited.

“I kinda look like - this?” Nina waves a hand at his damp self.

“Fine as hell, girl,” Monét says with a grin, “and no pressure, obviously. Though if I’m drinking alone at the hotel bar, it’s going to look a little sad. And, look, I can make sad work for me, that’s not a problem. But after the day I’ve had -”

“Oh, the day you’ve had. Yeah, I forgot how stressful it must have been. Competing on a reality show and all that.”

“Fuck off. Uh oh, we’re passing your floor -”

“How do you know which floor is mine?”

Monét blinks at him, briefly speechless, mouth agape. (It makes something spark like a firework in Nina’s chest, shoot colours across the night sky.) The moment passes and then Monét doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed, just smiles like a gorgeous monster as he taps his temple. “That’s classified mentor information.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. You don’t want to know about my top-secret dossier.”

“No, I - don’t.”

“You sure you don’t?” Monét winks at him, and the elevator dings as it reaches the ground floor. “Ah, shit, missed your stop. Better come do shots with me.”

“I mean, I could just press the button again.” Nina doesn’t know why he’s resisting, he wants to get tipsy with Monét more than he wants to do most things (aside from win All Stars and run for office someday maybe).

“Nah, girl, this elevator only goes down. One-way elevator. Sorry, should have told you.”

“Guess I’m out of options.”

“Guess so.”

They look at each other. Nina remembers the man that asked him up to his room the night of the finale. Nina remembers the taste of his mouth, the way Monét kept kissing him, like he couldn’t get enough. Nina -

- is clearly exhausted. And still delusional. But fuck it.

They go to the hotel bar (isn’t this how all the bad stories start?) and Monét buys them both a tequila sunrise and tells Nina way more than he should about Trixie Mattel.

“So her man and her are split. She’s feeling some kind of way about it.”

“Of course she is. Haven’t they been together for, like, ever?”

“Something like that. Fuck.” Monét drains his drink, motions for another round. “We’ve been talking about it, but I’m not - you know. I love her, she’s incredible, but - I’m not - her best friend.”

“You’re not Katya,” Nina says quietly, and Monét scrubs his hands over his face.

“Yeah. That.”

“So why isn’t she talking to Katya, then? You guys have your phones; Katya’s here now, for Christ’s sake.”

Monét shrugs. “Beats me.”

“Are they -” Nina doesn’t have any right to this information, but - he figures that Monét wants to talk about it. “Potentially… do you think -”

“Who the fuck knows? Honestly, when I said I’d come back to do this show, I did not think it would be like being in high school again. Like who is crushing on who, who is hooking up, it -” He darts a look over at Nina and then snaps his mouth shut. “I mean.”

Nina looks away. Finishes his second drink a bit too quickly. “You want another?”

“Okay,” Monét answers before Nina can even finish the sentence.

The bartender is particularly attentive, gets another round in front of them right away. He’s got a lot of smiles for them both, says, “This round’s on me, I’m a huge fan,” as he walks off to help another customer, and Nina - can’t help it, he’s a masochist - raises an eyebrow at Monét.

“Think you’ve got an admirer.”

“Yeah?” Monét rolls his eyes. “More like you do.”

“Should we turn this into an awful romantic comedy where we make a bet about who he likes more?”

Monét laughs like he’s shocked at himself. “Girl! Okay, but what happens at the end? Who wins?”

“Well, if we’re following the formula, we probably both realize that real love was right in front of - you know, I don’t know. You, you win.” Fuck fuck fuck, what the hell is Nina even saying? He watched too many Hallmark movies last Christmas. “That voice, that ass, right?” He tries to make it into a joke, even with Monét’s eyes all honeyed and serious on his face.

Monét purses those perfect lips, presses them into a semi-smile. “Just… didn’t want to assume nothing.”

They talk for another couple drinks, and it’s - shit, it’s easy. It’s never this easy with someone Nina likes. He knows he can be funny, knows he can bring out the charm (with the right amount of alcohol in his system) but usually if there are feelings involved it all goes to hell. Nina gets weird and in his head and laughs too loudly and spills his drink everywhere.

But with Monét - it shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t be this easy, especially with all the longing covering up the background like terrible flowered wallpaper. It shouldn’t be this easy for Nina to stop over-thinking things and just exist in the presence of this gorgeous person.

But it is. It is easy. That’s the worst part of it all.

Monét is laughing and grabbing for his arm (just like finale night in the other hotel bar) and there’s heat in Nina’s cheeks that isn’t just from the alcohol, and Monét’s lips are glistening and wet as he pulls the straw between them and sips every last bit of the cocktail into his mouth.

Nina swallows thickly, leans into the sound of Monét’s deep rumbling laugh, reaches for his knee when he starts to slip off the hotel barstool.

How many drinks are they in now? Four? Five? More? The room is spinning.

Nina is laughing. Light, airy. Not giggling exactly but laughing and his cheeks are burning and Monét is looking at him through narrowed eyes.

“Be careful, Nina West,” Monét says, and his voice is low and dangerous. “Be careful lookin’ at people like that. They might get… ideas.”

Nina’s breath hitches in his throat and he swallows hard. “Ideas?”

“I might get ideas.” Monét smiles crookedly; his eyes are half-closed and sleepy as he rests his chin on his hand and leans against the bar. “You never texted me.”

Nina’s so glad he’s drunk. So glad he missed his floor, even if it has led to this. Because this conversation, this thing has hung between them for the entirety of filming and it hasn’t been uncomfortable exactly (because they’re adults, thank you very much), but it hasn’t been wonderful either. And Nina more than anything wants to rewind back to May, go to lunch, talk about anything and everything and nothing with Monét until they fall back into hotel sheets and kiss and kiss and kiss until—

“Why didn’t you ever text me?”

Nina clears his throat. “I was… I… I wanted to.”

“But?” Monét’s eyes are wide and pleading now. Still glassy with the alcohol, but inquisitive, bright, waiting to see how Nina is going to explain himself.

Nina is too, to be honest.

So he shakes his head. “I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t have a good reason. I wanted to. I should have.”

Monét ducks his head, takes the paper straw from his drink and twirls it between his middle and ring finger. It sends tiny droplets of tequila sunrise all over the wooden bartop.

“I thought about that night a lot, Nina West,” Monét says quietly, wiping at the droplets with a damp beverage napkin. “I don’t do that. That’s not like me.”

“Me either,” Nina says.

Nina knows that if they were sober this would be a very different conversation. There would definitely be more emotions, there might even be some yelling (although that doesn’t really seem like Monét’s thing and he’s never been one to raise his voice, so maybe not). Either way, they aren’t sober, and now they’re the sleepy kind of drunk and exhausted, so they just sit there at the bar staring at each other, not sure what to say next.

“Why’d you pick me?” Nina finally asks. “For the competition? Because of… that night?”

Monét shrugs and pulls his credit card out of the back pocket of his jeans. “Just wanted to win, girl. That’s it.”

“Shit, I don’t have—”

Monét waves him off. “I got it. Consider it after-hours mentoring.”

Nina thanks him repeatedly as they stand (clumsily) and make their way out of the hotel bar (stumblingly) and back to the elevator. When the doors shut behind them, Nina has a brief flash of all the things that two consenting adults can get up to in an elevator (some of which he has seen in recent days). But no. No. They had their chance, right? The ship has sailed.

Nina’s room is a few floors beneath the mentors’ (apparently), so he steps off before Monét.

“Can you find your way back to your room?” Monét asks, and Nina wishes he could says ‘no. No, I’m going to get completely lost, no, I’ll fall down every two steps if I don’t have you holding me up. No, I need you to linger in my doorway, I need to panic about whether I should try to kiss you goodnight, I need to think about inviting you in.

(I wouldn’t. Of course I wouldn’t. So - unprofessional. But - it’d be nice to think about.)’

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I’ll manage.”

Monét grins. Nina likes to think there’s a bit of disappointment around the edges of it, but he’s also a couple drinks in, and wears the rosiest of glasses at the best of times.

“Thanks for the company and conversation, Nina West.”

Nina nods. Doesn’t touch him, doesn’t look over his shoulder at Monét as he leaves the elevator.

But he doesn’t go back to his room either.

He wanders the hotel. Presses the down button and gets on a different elevator a few minutes later.

Nina’s going to regret this tomorrow when he’s exhausted, but he just can’t imagine shutting himself in his dark little room and lying down right now. He’s vibrating, on edge. It’s a bad idea, because there’s nothing more depressing than a silent hotel after midnight - something about the lateness of the hour makes all the shine come off. Nina’s feet lead him down one hallway and down another, and he doesn’t realize he’s heading to their usual breakfast-conference room until he hears… music?

Yes, there’s definitely music coming out of there, the casual strumming of a stringed instrument that doesn’t have anywhere to go. Someone might be humming too, it’s hard to tell from a distance.

Nina follows the sound.

The door is open, just a bit, and all the lights are on. Sitting alone in the room is Trixie Mattel, bent in concentration over her autoharp.

Out of drag, she looks smaller, more vulnerable. It’s clear just how young she is. She’s picking at a tune, murmuring something under her breath. Nina suddenly feels a warm breeze against his skin, and the melody that Trixie’s playing becomes clearer, a delicate bluegrass riff that would be at home on Nina’s old Emmylou Harris or Linda Ronstadt records.

Along with the warm breeze comes a gust of dandelion seeds, floating through the hallway like tiny wisps of cotton. Nina feels like he’s alone with Trixie in the middle of a waving wheat field, sun-baked and desolate. He can smell the cracked soil beneath his feet, hear the sound of crickets chirping in time with Trixie’s brittle melody.

Oh no. That thing is happening again.

Trixie starts to sing:

“You’re the brightest star in any room.

I’m never lonelier than when I’m with you.

I miss something that’s never happened.

I miss a place I’ve never been to.”

Her voice is quiet at first, but it grows louder.

“There are some bridges that you cannot cross

Say it again ‘til I convince myself

But all this certainty it feels like loss.

I wouldn’t risk this much for no one else.”

Trixie gets to her feet, starts walking through the wheatfield as she sings the chorus.

“And there’s a wide field between us

How you traveled all those miles without me I don’t understand

I’m always on the edge of falling

And you could pull me over just by reaching out your hand

If you’d only take that chance.”

She keeps plucking at the harp, and Nina feels words welling up inside him, ready to spill from his mouth (when he starts singing, he’s thinking of Monét. Because of course he is.)

“This sort of thing, it don’t come easy

I never know just what to do or say

It feels impossible, believe me

That you would ever look at me that way.”

He thinks of Monét’s lips on Shangela’s after the Snatch Game. He thinks of Monét’s eyes on him at the bar. (“Be careful lookin’ at people like that, Nina West.”)

“There are some bridges that you cannot cross

I built up walls around this paper heart

But when I see you I forget it

All of the reasons we should be apart.”

Trixie harmonizes along with Nina as he sings the chorus.

“And there’s a wide field between us

How I traveled all these miles, baby, I don’t understand

I’m always on the edge of falling

And you could pull me over by just reaching out your hand

But could I ever take that chance?”

Nina sings the last line one more time, feeling the weight of his hopeless longing rising like a tide inside his chest. “If you’d only take that chance…”

“Nina?”

“Um.”

Trixie is sitting in the conference room, staring at him. She’s holding her autoharp but there’s no flowing wheatfields or whatever. Somehow Nina ended up in the doorway, just standing there. Fuck’s sake. Is he dissociating? Musically??? This is unbearable.

“How long have you been there?” Trixie asks, confused.

“Um, just got - here, so -” Nina’s face is probably turning bright red, and he’s hoping against that he hasn’t just been shouting song lyrics blankly at a terrified Trixie Mattel for the past few minutes. “Are you okay?”

Trixie winces. Then she nods.

“Yeah, of course. Just - yes. Couldn’t sleep. Figuring some - stuff out. You?”

“Just - you know. Having an emotional spiral.”

“Oh honey…” Trixie’s smiling but her voice is soft and sad. “My first perm was an emotional spiral, honey.”

Nina laughs in a brittle way, because 1) Trixie’s hilarious and 2) it’s obvious she’s trying to make him feel better.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not right now,” Trixie sighs, shakes her head. “But thanks.”

Nina leaves her to it. After - whatever that just was - he feels ready to crash at long last. He’s still a bit buzzed from the tequila, but his nervous energy has banked, and he heads back to his room. He’s ready to sleep, ready to deal with tomorrow when it gets here.

So of course, there’s someone waiting for him outside his room.

“Nina West.” Maya the P.A. gives him a slow, broad smile the moment he comes into view. “Found your way back, hey? Great. We need to talk.”

Interlude: Trixie

Conversation with:

swamp thing

i cunt believe i agreed to this

Fuck autocorrect CANT

It knows what you REALLY MEANT

It knew i was texting you and assumed

I’ll take it

You’ll take anything

I ain’t proud mama

I’m hunnnnnngry

For serious though, things okay there?

For serious serious

4 C-ri-us

GROSS

That’s gonna be my dj name

Please welcome to the stage

Why do I talk to you

Why do i even know you

Yes things are find its just weird

Being back on set

And like also runnign a business and

planning a tour and all of it. At least

they let us keep our phones

Must be hard being successful

I’m crying for you

I didn’t know you could still produce tears

I squeeze em out

Like milking a cow

Just need the right suction

Stop talking to me

What can you say that you won’t get sued for

I want drama

Who’s fisting who

Ha monet wishes she was fisting someone

Shes like middle school crushing on a queen here

Its kinda cute and sad

If love isn’t pathetic i don’t want it

And there’s last seasons whole thing

#branjie

sell those hats

That is not about hats

I saw them at a show in LA last summer

They’re fucked up in love, mama

IN LOVE???

Who even are you

I’m a person who has eyes

that can see things

Are they not together? They’re togther right?

NOPE

Are you fucking kidding

I don’t believe it

Since when are you this romantic

I’m not romantic

I have no romance in my bones

It’s just OBVIOUS

Well not to them

Ahhhh the gays

When will we figure our shit out

Realize what’s right in front of us

You gone?

Yeah sorry

Going to pass out

Don’t die or anything

Whiel i’m gone

Aren’t you sweet

Conversation with:

sure thing

Doing anything fun tonight?

Or just missing me

Babe?

Ok sorry filming again

Call you on break

Do not let me do this again

I don’t care what they offer me

(id o care what they offer me)

Breaks over talk to you after?

How was your day?

Call me if you want

I’m done for the night

Just getting white girl wasted alone

In my hotel room

At the mini bar yes i’m that famous now

I’m gonna crash call me if you get this

Love u

Conversation with:

swamp thing

I dreamt that i was in a bsatroom

At mcdonalds that one you puked in

After the show in philadelphia

Do you remember? Probably not

And you were there and fucking

Gordon ramsay was there (!!!)

And he wad hitting on you

And i wasd so pissed off

And thrn this lady came in and was like

‘You can’t be in here, this is for ronald only” And i fully shot her with a GUN

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN TRACY

I just woke up and feel like a monster

She was just doing her job

Ronald mcdonald needs his private shitter

And i just killed her

I killed a living dream person

Thank you for sharing this with me

I feel so close to you right now

Yeah i don’t confess dream murder

to just ayone

But WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

Latent Ronald mcdonald fetish

Clearly

I’m not a doctor or anythng

But i’m sorry you’re dying

Yep yep makes sense

I always knew it would end like this

fuck/marry/kill

me/gordan ramsay/ronald mcD

(you wanna know what the D stands for)

No i want to sleep

For 3 more hours

But i’m on reality tv again

You should havw stopped me

Maybe this dream was a warning!

I’m supposed to save you

From endng up on Chopped

What did you dream about?

U have to tell me even if it’s sexy

That’s the law

Another teeth falling out one

Mama you know that’s my kink

Conversation with:

sure thing

Good morning sexy thing

I’m so tiiiiiired

Don’t make me get up yet

Hey are u alive?

Yes

Yay u r alive!

I called u yesterday night

And at lunch

U ok?

Did u get my messages?

yes

Can i call you?

I miss your voice

I cant talk right now

Sorry

I’ll call you tonight

After filming?

Sure

Love u gorgeous

Hey just called left a message

Give me a shout later

I miss you

Brian

Have you seen the pics

from the MTV Movie Awards?

Ummm ok

No i’ll look them up

Fuck my lashes are so uneven

U breaking up with me over lashes

Lol

U and kat are pretty cuddly

Haha

are u being serious

Ur joking

Are u ok? Can i call u?

I’m out right now

Call you when i get home

But we’ve talked about this before right

U know we’re friends

Me and Kat

We’re just friends

U know this

Yeah i have lots of friends

And we don’t hold hands and kiss eachother

All the fucking time

So we’re fdoing this over text?

Is that what we’re doing

No i’ll call u later

Call me ok? I love u

U cannot be jealous of katya

She’s my Business Partner

And it’s DRAG

We touch each otehr all the time

We all do

Gotta go call u later

Conversation with:

swamp thing

Can we talk?

Not if ur busy

Let me just stop blowing this senator

And kick the clowns out

And get thes handcuffs off

No i’m not worth it

Keep these good things goin

It was winding down anyway

Gettin awkward

I have yoga tomorrow

Whats up pussycat

This is gonna sound really weird

Have you seen the pics of us

from the movie awwrds

Probably blocked them out

why????

am i like a troll

No more than usual

David texted me about them

And he’s all pissed off??

Because of us holding hands

Like so so stupid right

WHAT???!

Thats crazy!

Im so sorry

This isn’t the handmaids tale

He can calm his tits

(sorry, not to attack him just) Has he seen our shows??

What did you tell him

To fucking call me!!!

And he hasn’t

And i’m on this stupid set and can’t just go

See him and convince him how crazy he is

I’m so sorry

Do you want me to call him

I’ll call him

Tell me what to say

No don’t

Don’t worry

Its fine

I’ll talk to him

Conversation with:

swamp thing

Hey are you awake

If youre awake call me

david and I are done

over the phone

FUN

sorry you’re clearly asleep

I’m just a little drunk

brian

he said some things

that ive been thinking about

maybe call me tomorrow if u can

guess ill see you soon anyway

dont die while im gone

miss u

#rpdr fanfiction #nina west #monet x change #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #ninex #eventual branjie #background trixya #smut #angst #musical #all stars au #how far i'll go #hfig #mia ugly #meggie #concrit welcome #on set fic

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triptuckers · 5 years

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Head over heels (Reece Bibby)

Request: No Pairing: Reece Bibby x female!reader Summary: You and Reece have been dating for quite some time. You kept it a secret, not wanting to tell the world yet. You were scared Reece’s fans would hate you. You’re best friends with Blake, George and Reece, but you don’t know how the fans would react if you told them you were more than best friends with Reece. However, when you both get a bit tired of sneaking around. Warnings: Pure fluff Word count: 1.7K A/N: I got this idea when I saw New Hope Club live a couple weeks ago and I was completely starstruck because I saw the one and only Reece Bibby right in front of me. Literally my head flooded with inspiration like what is going on?? Also Jo?? You’re posting two imagines two days in a row? Lol maybe this hot weather is working anyway. I like this piece so much that I didn’t proof read it because I am so excited to post it and to see your reactions. Enjoy reading!!

It is extremely hot. Or at least, way hotter than it normally is. Even though you live in England, you have spent quite some summers in Amsterdam, given that you have family there. But never was a summer this hot. And it is only June. You look forward to traveling to countries where the summers are less hot. You like summer, of course, what’s wrong about sunshine and going for a swim every night? But too much sun isn’t exactly your cup of tea. Everyone is sweating and most of the men took off their shirts. You, on the other hand, aren’t as lucky. You were comfortable with walking around in your bra in your apartment, but not in public. There’s still a slight gap between wearing a bikini top and a bra in public.

You’re currently on tour with New Hope Club. You officially are the one who designs their merchandise and you occasionally help out Tanner with photography or editing videos. To be able to design new shirts, sweaters, or any other piece of merch, you didn’t necessarily needed to go on tour with the boys, but you wanted to. You loved spending time with your best friends and watching them perform. But the main reason you were always excited to join them on tour, was so you could spend time with Reece. You and Reece had been together for quite a while. Most people knew about your relationship. Your family did and so did Reece’s. Blake and George obviously knew as well. Everyone on the crew knew about you, and so did your closest friends. But everyone else didn’t know about you and Reece yet.

You wanted to keep things private. You didn’t need everyone know everything about your relationship with Reece. And with everyone you meant the fans. There was no way of telling how they would react, it could be in a sweet way. But the last time there were rumors of one of the boys being in a relationship, the fans didn’t exactly react well. And so you and Reece kept things quiet. At least until you were both ready to tell the world.

You are currently walking down the streets of Amsterdam the day before the show. It was in the evening, so luckily it had cooled down a bit. You are still sweating like crazy, but you weren’t drowning in your sweat any more, which you are very grateful for. You stroll around the city, showing everyone your favorite spots. Reece walks next to you, and Blake and George are there as well. Ben had decided to tag along as well, but Joe and Tanner stayed at the hotel to finish their work. You and Blake both have your cameras with you, as you’re walking toward a spot to watch the sunset.

When you arrive at the spot, you take your camera and snap a few quick photos of the view (and of course, you take some of Reece). As you watch the sunset you feel Reece sneak his arms around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye you can see Blake taking photos of the two of you. You smile to yourself as you continue to admire the sun.

After a few minutes, Reece starts to softly hum songs in your ear. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. The feeling of the warm sun on your skin and closed eyelids. Reece standing behind you holding you and humming songs. You are truly grateful for everything. Going on tour with the boys was always so much fun. And you and Reece would always find a way to sneak away so you could spend time together. Whenever you are in the dressing room, on the bus, or anywhere else, you and Reece are always letting each other know you are there in some way. Holding hands, cuddles, and kisses to one another’s hands, cheeks or forehead weren’t uncommon. Gladly, the crew didn’t mind. Everyone loved seeing you and Reece together and you were so grateful for that. You didn’t know what it would feel like if anyone of your friends didn’t approve of your relationship with Reece.

Reece removes his chin off your shoulder to press a kiss to your cheek. You smile and right after you hear a faint but familiar click of Blake’s camera. You open your eyes and see Blake smiling at his camera with George standing next to him.

‘Sorry guys.’ says Blake. ‘I couldn’t help myself.’ ‘That’s okay.’ you say. ‘Can you send me those photos?’ Blake nods and begins to transfer the photos from his camera to his phone. You turn to look at the sun again and let out an approving sigh. ‘I love this. Just admiring the sunset with the people I love.’ you mumble and you lean back into Reece’s embrace. You feel a kiss to the back of your neck. ‘I love you.’ mumbles Reece against your skin. ‘I love you too, baby.’ you say and you turn your face to kiss his cheek.

You run a hand through his hair and admire the way he looks in the sun. Reece is smiling at you softly as he’s still holding onto your body. You truly feel like you got the best one. It sounds cliché and rather cheesy, but you love Reece more than anything. He’s always there for you and you’re always there for him. You love him when he’s all sweaty, excited and full of energy when he comes off stage after a show. You love him when sings to you in the morning. You love him when you dance together in the kitchen late at night. You love him when you wear his sweaters when he’s away on tour. You are always careful, though. When wearing his sweaters or posting something on social media. But as you look at Reece watching the sun disappear behind the clouds, you don’t know why you hide anymore. You love Reece. Reece loves you. Why would you keep that a secret? Love is a thing that should be celebrated, right? Your thinking interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. You take it out of your pocket and see Blake sent you the photos he took of you and Reece. You unlock your phone to look at the photos. A smile appears on your face and your eyes lit up as you notice how happy you and Reece look. Reece has the biggest smile on his face as he holds you. You’re also smiling wide, clearly feeling happy. You turn to Reece.

‘Can I post these on instagram?’ you ask. Reece gives you a surprised look and removes his arms from your waist. ‘You want to go public?’ he asks you. From the corner of your eyes you can see Blake, George and Ben paying attention to your conversation. ‘Unless you don’t want to, I mean, we could also just-‘ your rambling is cut off by Reece kissing you sweetly on the lips. You smile through the kiss and close your eyes.

‘I’m totally okay with it. To be honest, I got a bit tired of all the sneaking around and keeping everything a secret. I wanted to talk to you but just never had the time to. I’m really glad you brought it up. I can’t wait to show the world how much I love you.’ says Reece happily as he pulls away. You smile again and open your instagram. Reece pulls out his phone as well.

‘Does this mean I can finally post that adorable photo of you asleep in my arms? The one on which you are wearing my pink sweater?’ asks Reece as he opens instagram as well. You chuckle and nod. The two of you end up posting a bunch of photos of you two. The captions on the posts are the same; just a heart emoji. They will get it. And if not, the photos will give them an explanation. The two of you hit post and Reece showers your face in kisses and you giggle and playfully push him away.

Later that day, you’re all at the tour bus. You had enjoyed watching the sunset and after it, you walked around for a bit more. Once it got too dark, you headed back to the bus. Right now, you lay on Reece’s chest as you look through your social media notifications. The people who already knew about you and Reece commented that they were glad you finally told the world about your relationship.

Most of the reactions of the fans are positive, saying they support you. Many comment things as “I knew it” or “Finally!” There are also some negative comments, mostly of jealous fans. But you and Reece care very little about those comments. There are way more positive comments than there are jealous ones anyway. Now that you’ve posted something confirming your relationship, you didn’t know what you were so scared of. You and Reece agreed to still keep things private. The fans didn’t need to know every detail about the two of you. But it was nice that you didn’t have to sneak around anymore, worrying about running into a fan if you were wearing something of Reece’s clothes.

You turn your phone off and cuddle closer into Reece’s arms. You bury your face in his neck and let out a pleased hum as Reece strokes your hair and occasionally presses a kiss to your forehead. Some people might not approve of your relationship with Reece. But you didn’t need anyone’s approval, really. You loved Reece. After all the time you’ve spent with him, you are still head over heels for him. You still feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach when he enters the room. You still run into his arms when he comes home after a tour. You still love to dance in the kitchen, you still love it when Reece sings to you, you still love to wear his sweaters. No, you didn’t need approval. You had someone who loved you. You had someone to come home to after a long day. You had someone who cared deeply about you. You had Reece. And that was enough. You drift off to sleep, safe and sound in Reece’s arms. Maybe going public was the best decision after all.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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trbld-writer · 5 years

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➺ kiss it better, baby

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader ft. Hoseok

Genre: FLÜFF, brother’s best friend!au

Warnings: rejection/getting stood up, mentions of marijuana consumption, mentions of alcohol consumption, some language, pillowy softness of my favorite birthday baby, protective Big Bros Sope

Word count: 4,023 words

Synopsis: Kisses make everything better, don’t they?

Note: IT’S MY FAVORITE BOY’S BIRTHDAY!! I actually did not plan or expect for this to be done for Yoongi’s birthday but I’m glad it is. I wrote most (read: all) of this in one sitting and I went through a very brief edit before posting it, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is dedicated to my favorite boy in the world who has my whole heart and soul and ass, and thanks to @snakescript and @kittae for helping me out!! Also, I’m tagging @prolixitae because she’s the love of my life. I hope you enjoy!!

[masterlist]

“How does this look, Yoongi?“

You stepped out of the dressing room, the dress you chose accentuating your waist with a flaring skirt. Doing a little twirl, you struck a pose in front of your best friend. Yoongi felt his heart drop to his knees when he turned to you. The dark blue dress you had picked out looked like it was tailored to fit you perfectly. He felt his jaw drop and his cheeks heat up looking at you. A few moments in awkward silence passed before you waved a hand in front of his face, laughing at his behavior.

“Yoongi? You alright?“

He snapped out of his daze and laughed it off. I mean, it was just his best friend’s sister picking out a dress for her date. No big deal. Totally fine. But his heart was racing. Oh, how he would love to be the guy who would be so lucky to sit across from you, hear about your day, see your blushy cheeks, and hear your laughter.

“Yeah, it looks great. You should get that one,” he said, looking away as not to stare and fall for you even more. You let out a content hum and disappeared into the changing room again. He heaved out a sigh and sat down on one of the chairs again.

Yoongi cannot remember a moment where he was not in love with you, even if he tried. Ever since you were kids, ever since Yoongi got to know Hoseok and through Hoseok, you, he has never not been in love.

One of the first times you made his heart flutter was when Yoongi crashed into a rose bush on a hot summer day while he was looking over to you. In a failed attempt to impress you, he scraped his knees and got some scratches on his face. You were playing on your porch when you heard Hoseok yell and laugh at his best friend. As the place of the accident was your neighbor’s front porch, you ran to him, Hoseok’s joyous laughter in the background. Helping him up, you checked on the wounds and pulled him inside, much to his embarrassment.

“Where were you looking, Yoongi? Hm?” you had playfully scolded him, making his face burn in an even deeper shade of red. He did not answer, instead opting for watching you get a small first aid kit before settling down in front of him. You cleaned up the wounds on his knees first, putting two bigger bandaids on them before straightening up to examine his face. He could not look you in the eye, sweat running down the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You hummed a little melody while cleaning the scratches, ignoring his flinches and whines when it stung particularly lots.

“Stay still, let me take care of you,” you had muttered, shutting him up effectively. Putting two bandaids on his cheek and forehead, you impulsively had leaned forward to place little kisses on the treated wounds.

Yoongi flinched, his back hitting the chair as he put one hand on his cheek. His face was now on fire and he did not blink as he stared at you.

“What was that for?” he exclaimed, heart palpitating as he watched you shrug.

“Mommy does that when we get hurt. Kisses make the pain go away.”

Another incident that made his crush for you grow was in high school. Being a few years your senior and you taking similar classes as him, Hoseok arranged for him to tutor you when he noticed your struggle in some classes.

It was one particularly cold day, just a week before Valentine’s day. The two of you had bundled up, wrapped in blankets as you were sitting in the library, going over the same problem over and over. You were not able to concentrate, not with Yoongi sitting across from you, the scarf almost bigger than him. His hair was a light pink color back then, a stark difference to his dark brows that were sure to fly off his forehead as he raised them higher and higher when you tried to solve the problem and failed each time. You shoved the book away from you.

“I can’t concentrate. It’s been a long day, Yoongi, I wanna go home,” you whined, pouting. He sighed and closed the book.

“Okay, fine.”

You packed your things and you sat together in silence for a while, watching the snowflakes settle on the ground in fluffy bits.

“Do you have a valentine, Yoongi?” you asked, turning towards him. You felt your cheeks getting warm and hoped he would not see.

Everyone you knew had a crush on Yoongi, yourself included. He was everything you wanted in a person, even if many people would disagree. He seemed grumpy and cold, but once you got past that exterior, he showed his caring, sweet nature. He was attentive, always picking up bits and pieces from your conversations, bringing you gifts on your birthday and Christmas, taking care of you when you were sick and Hoseok was not home while your parents were working. He was hard-working, albeit a little of a sleepyhead but you adored his ambition and passion for things he liked.

Not only did he have a great personality, but Yoongi was also very attractive. His cat-like eyes that seemed to be watching every move, his cute button nose, and plush lips that were almost irresistible. Although he was on the shorter side, he had a nice build and gave the greatest hugs. His voice was something you could listen to for hours. It was deep, raspy, and comforting. His hands, which he often liked to scribble on, were rough and calloused, a few scars adorning them. They were the perfect size to hold and you could only imagine how well yours would fit into them.

In short, Yoongi was your perfect man. Plus, he was your brother’s best friend and there was something forbidden about it that made your heart skip a beat.

However, you had never voiced any of your thoughts about him, scared to ruin the sacred friendship you, Hoseok, and Yoongi had. Although Hoseok was perfectly aware of your feelings for each other.

He thought for a bit, lips forming the perfect kissable pout, before shaking his head. “Nope.”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. “And you have no one in mind?”

Curiosity got the better of you and without noticing, you had leaned forward a bit. Yoongi’s gaze fell on you, irises almost filled out, and you leaned back against your chair, a bit startled. After a bit, he just sighed out.

“No, there’s no one around that would really catch my eye.”

Liar, his heart yelled, you’re a liar, Yoongi! And everyone knows it! Even a stranger would know that you’re head over heels for her!

You felt your heart drop and the corners of your lips drooped a little. Catching yourself just in time before he would notice your mood change, you smiled. “Yeah, me neither.”

A week later, the whole hall was decked out in reds and pinks, celebrating the day of love.

“Capitalistic bullshit,” you had murmured under your breath, causing Yoongi to just give an affirmative grunt. The pair of you walked across the hall, separating with a “See you later” and walking to your respective classes. Smirking to yourself, you sat down and waited for class to start.

Just half an hour later, you got a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi: wtf

You: what is it

Yoongi: i got a fuckin rose.

You grinned to yourself, trying to stifle your laughter. You had sent him the rose, a little love letter with “happy valentine’s, don’t be so bitter just bc ur alone <3” scribbled on it.

You: any idea who it could be? ;)

Yoongi: either u or hoseok. i’m guessing it was u judging from the look on your face

Your head snapped up and you saw Yoongi standing in front of the door, looking through the little side window and giving you The Finger. You could barely contain your laughter and blew him a kiss before mouthing “Love you”. He gave you a disgusted look, ignoring his fluttering heart.

A few years later after your graduation, Yoongi was still heavily in love with you, despite various dates and flings on either side. You were always on his mind. However, the contact never broke, despite being a few years apart and Yoongi traveling a lot. You would meet up occasionally, text each other almost every day, a phone call once a week, and both of your hearts still beating heavily for each other. Sometimes, you would fall asleep while on video chat, leaving him to feel his heart almost bursting from seeing you in that peaceful state of sleep. College was stressing you out, the constant assignments and hours of studying tugging on your patience and your sanity.

Hoseok, of course, knew about your crush on Yoongi and about his on you, never passing up an opportunity to tease either of you about it. One day, however, you had told him and Yoongi over a cup of coffee that you had been set up for a blind date by one of your classmates, Julia. She wanted you to have a little distraction from studying most of the time and promptly set a date with one of her friends.

“I don’t know what he’s like. She just told me that he was really my type,” you said, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. Hoseok did not miss the way your eyes wandered to Yoongi as you spoke. He reached over the table to grab your hand.

“I bet he’s a nice guy,” he spoke calmly, to which Yoongi just nodded.

“If he isn’t, call us and we’ll beat him up.”

You let out a giggle, shaking your head. “Of course, Yoongi. I just hope I don’t have to.”

So here you were, picking out a dress for the dinner date you were set up for. Your feet were aching from walking around the mall with Yoongi, who seemed to like every dress you had tried on. In the end, you bought the dark blue one, deeming it to be fitting for the occasion. As you were taking the commute back home, you let out a heavy sigh.

“Nervous?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head. “No need to be, he’ll love you in no time.”

Just like I did, he thought to himself.

You huffed out a “Yeah, sure” while looking out of the window.

“I guess it’s just weird to have a date set up for you. I mean, I easily could’ve gotten one on my own but whatever,” you laughed. “Julia was so worried that I’d die alone and bitter that she did it herself.”

When you got home, Yoongi and Hoseok disappeared in Hoseok’s room. It’ll probably smell like weed in an hour, you thought while setting down your bag in your room. Knocking on Hoseok’s door, you were immediately greeted with your brother’s kind face.

“I’ll be in the shower if you need me.”

Hoseok smiled and nodded, his eyebrows raising. “Alright. If you wanna eat, there are some leftovers from last night. But we’ll probably order a pizza later.”

You laughed at his expectant expression and told him your regular order before walking off to the bathroom for a nice, long shower. You were sweaty and tired from spending the whole day at the mall, Yoongi’s presence not making it any easier for you to be calm.

“Hyung, can you do me a favor?” Hoseok asked before settling down on his bed, taking a drag from his joint.

“Anything for you, Hoseok. What is it?”

“When did you get so soft on me?” he laughed, both Yoongi’s words and the slowly approaching high making him fuzzy. Yoongi just let out a grunt, snatching the blunt from Hoseok’s hands.

“Can you, like, follow Y/N when she goes to her date? Discreetly, of course. You probably know where they’re going so just,” he sighed, “make sure she’s safe, yeah?”

Yoongi listened intently to his request, nodding along to the soft bass of the music he had turned on. “Yeah, sure. I mean, I want her to be safe, too.”

“Of course you do,” Hoseok snickered, wiggling his eyebrows. He laughed when Yoongi threw a pillow at him, his flushed cheeks giving his feelings away.

The next day, you took your sweet time getting ready. It was a Saturday, so no classes. There were no essays to write, no stress and no worries. After putting your dress on and doing your hair, you sat down to ground yourself, doing your makeup. You settled for a simple eyeliner and nude lips, deeming it appropriate. Julia called you, asking how you were feeling, if you were nervous. You were indeed very nervous, not knowing what to expect. She then started gushing about your date, how you would like him, how friendly and approachable he was, and that he would not let you down.

So you went to the restaurant she had told you, hopes high and heart beating out of your chest. You only knew his name, Mark, so you looked around in hopes of finding him. You asked a waitress if there was a table under his name and she led you to it.

Yoongi was sitting near the door, one of his friends accompanying him. He had you in his peripheral vision, cautious and attentive to every move you would make.

He isn’t here yet, you thought, looking at your phone. Well, I’m a little early anyways.

You waited, your stomach rumbling every now and then. Fifteen minutes passed. You texted Julia.

You: where tf is he?

Julia: he hasn’t shown up yet?

You: no and i’m starving lol

Julia: that’s so unlike him tho, i’ll try to call him

You set down your phone, your face getting hot with shame as you noticed the other dining guest giving you weird looks. Yoongi’s heart dropped and he was about to get up when his friend stopped him.

“Don’t. Yoongi, she can’t know you’re here yet,” she murmured, giving a look to you over her shoulder. She too felt bad, but knowing how it felt to be stood up, your disappointment will soon turn into anger and that’s when Yoongi would intervene.

Half an hour passed and you were getting impatient with your stomach rumbling quite loudly.

You: has he fallen asleep or what

You: i’m getting pissed

Julia: Y/N i’m so fucking sorry, he doesn’t even pick up his phone, i’m so sorry

You: it’s not your fault, i’m just gonna order some rlly good food and have a date w myself lol

Julia: i’m really so sorry Y/N it wasn’t meant to be like this seriously

You: jules it’s okay really. it isn’t your fault and i’m not mad at you promise. i rlly appreciate your effort

You set your phone down, ignoring the influx of messages from your friend and Hoseok asking about your date. You raised your hand, a waiter coming immediately. Ordering a fancy, decadent dish, along with some wine, you let the angry tears burn in your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Seems like he wasn’t such a great great guy, after all, you thought.

“Mind if I join you?”

You heard the chair across from you shuffle, a dark shirt coming into view before you were met with a very familiar face.

“Hi, I’m Yoongi. You must be Y/N if I’m not mistaken?” he smiled and tilted his head.

He had texted your brother about you getting stood up, not spilling anything about your bitter smile and the tears running down your cheeks in order not to make Hoseok angrier than he already was. His ‘date’ was kind and understanding when he just murmured profanities after an hour had passed and he took matters into his own hands. She left after he sat down, sending him a wink and mouthing “Good luck” to him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you hiccuped, frantically trying to wipe the tears away.

“Don’t act like this is the first time I’ve seen you cry, Y/N,” he said lowly, gently grabbing your hands. It was embarrassing you even more now. Not only getting stood up, but crying in public and having Yoongi sitting across from you, out of pity probably.

“Why are you here?” you whined, a single hiccup following the question. The burn in your throat was too much to handle, resulting in you downing the wine that was soon brought to your table. You ignored the look the waiter gave you, Yoongi smiling apologetically while declining the offer of getting wine as well.

He spoke up again after the waiter left. “It sounds really fucking creepy but Hoseok sent me to check on you.”

You let out a quiet groan. “I’m not fucking fifteen anymore, Yoongi, I can take care of myself.”

He shot you a look that said ‘clearly you can’ and you rolled your eyes. He cleared his throat, cheeks warm with affection.

“I know that, Hoseok knows that as well, Y/N. We just both really care about you, okay?”

His thumbs stroked over the back of your hands affectionately and you just stared blankly at your hands in his, reminiscing of the times where you were dreaming of this moment. You just wished it would not have been under this circumstance where he would be holding your hands.

Your voice came out raspy, the lump in your throat too thick to swallow. “Thank you. What about your date? You weren’t here alone, were you?”

“No, I was here with a friend. But she was very understanding and left when I came here.”

He smiled and nodded at your food. “Eat up and we can go somewhere else. Or I’ll take you home. Whatever you prefer.”

You let out a light laugh and took one hand out of his warm, gentle grip to dig into your food. Despite the salty taste of tears on your tongue, you gladly welcomed the delicious aroma and your gut appreciated it as well. A while later, you were sipping on your fourth glass of wine while Yoongi watched you with love in his eyes. Finishing the drink, you took out your wallet but Yoongi was quick to grab your wrist.

“It’s on me.”

After a bit of bickering about who should pay, you gave in and let him. He grinned triumphantly and helped you get into your jacket. He put his arm around your shoulders, you put an arm around his waist and so you walked to his car.

“Thank you, Yoongi. Even if that Mark dude is an asshole, I know I’ll always have someone who won’t disappoint me,” you laughed lightly, getting comfortable in the familiar seat.

He gave an affirmative hum, starting the engine and driving off to your house. When you arrived, a heavy blanket of sleep had draped over you and you yawned when Yoongi walked you to the front door.

Fumbling with the keys, you heard a click and the door opened, revealing Hoseok in his pajamas.

“Hey, how was it?” he asked, knowing fully well what the answer was.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, hot anger and shame clouding your vision as a quiet sob bubbled up in your throat. Hoseok pulled you inside, his arms wrapping around your shoulders immediately. He let you sob on his shoulders, rubbing your back affectionately.

“Shh, it’s okay. He’s a dick. Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault,” he mumbled into your ear.

Yoongi watched the scene in front of him and he could feel his heart break. He was about to turn around and leave, feeling like an intruder in such an intimate moment between siblings, but you stopped him.

“Yoongi was there though. He came to sit with me. He even paid for my food, Hoseok! Min Yoongi paid for my food,” you laughed in a tipsy haze, grabbing his hand without thinking too much about it. Hoseok grinned and patted your head.

“Seems like you still had a good time then. Thanks for taking her home, hyung,” he said, his smile softening when he saw how you had wrapped around Yoongi, leaving the poor man flustered.

“Take me to bed?” you looked up at him, knowing that he could not resist your pout.

Hoseok gasped dramatically, “Not in my good Christian household!”

You all laughed and you tried to playfully hit your brother, “Don’t be a perv, Hoseok. I didn’t mean it that way.”

He chuckled. “I know, I know.” He kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, sis. You’ll survive.”

You nodded, eyes closed with fatigue already but you tugged Yoongi to your room by his sleeve. He sat down on your bed while you took off your makeup and took care of your hair. After brushing your teeth, you started taking off your dress but your zipper got stuck halfway down.

“Yoongi, help.”

He got up, cheeks burning while he fumbled with your zipper. It wasn’t that you were standing in front of him ready to undress what had him so fussy. Your vulnerability, which you rarely showed towards him, was what made his hands shaky and sweaty. When he finally got the zipper to slide all the way down, he was lucky you were already half asleep so you could not hear how his breath hitched when he noticed your undergarments.

“I was so dolled up, ready to get some tonight. Can you fucking imagine, Yoongi?” you slurred, your lips loose both from the wine and sleepiness.

He just chuckled. “I can’t.”

He sucked in a breath when you dropped the dress and walked to your wardrobe to take out an old shirt. He muttered under his breath, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

Pulling the shirt over your head, you got rid of your bra before pulling out some sweats. Turning around, you rubbed your eyes. Yoongi noticed that it was his shirt adorning your figure and his breath got caught in his throat when he thought about seeing you in the morning with his shirt on. He must have left it one night when he was visiting Hoseok.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You slipped under the covers, pulling them up to your chin. Opening your eyes to watch Yoongi wipe a single tear away from your cheek, you smiled drowsily at him. Your heart was doing somersaults at the look he gave you, adoring and full of love. His eyes sparkled, like the night sky. You always wanted to tell him you loved his eyes, tell him you loved his voice, his hands, his music. Him. But you just could not bring yourself to do it.

Your throat constricted again, tears burning.

“Thank you for tonight, Yoongi. For everything.”

He gave you a little smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead and ignoring the butterflies that filled up his gut. “Anytime, Y/N. I’ll always be there.”

Tears started rolling down your cheeks again, with Yoongi letting out a small laugh while wiping them away. “But there’s no need to get all mushy on me. You knew that already.”

You laughed through your tears. “I know, I just,” you heaved out a little giggle, “I just really feel the love in this Chili’s tonight.”

He leaned forward, laughing until his shoulders shook. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” he said. ‘But I love you.’ He almost let it slip through his lips, knowing that you would not take it the way he meant it. But he could not bring himself to do it. He just shook his head with a soft smile, wiping your final tears away.

“Sleep tight, Y/N.”

“Good night, Yoongi. And thank you again, I had a great time,” you murmured, more to yourself than speaking to him.

He could feel his heart bursting at its seams, love overflowing within him. “Me too.”

He leaned down again, pressing his lips to your forehead and getting brave, on your cheek.

You giggled sleepily, “What was that for?”

“Kisses make the pain go away, don’t they?”

#kreativewritersnet #kwriterskollection #bts fluff #suga fluff #yoongi fluff #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #mine #trbld writings #luna:writes #fic: kiss it better baby #the banner isn't my best work but i tried my best and that's what counts #all the uwus for mr min yoongi!!!!!!!!!!!#150

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viviansternwood · 5 years

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So the absolute sweetest @blodreina-noumou tagged me to do this positivity meme that is about choosing your five favourite mutuals in the fandom and giving them all the love. I’m all for it, but five??? How am I supposed to leave it at that?

I mean since she was the one who tagged me, I’m perfectly within my right to talk about Steph. She appeared at the time when this fandom was basically drowning in Octavia hate and for some time I felt so lost because it seemed like I was the only person in the 100 fandom not only not hating her guts, but also trying to defend her. I kept posting positivity about Octavia and getting hate in response, but then Steph started reblogging my stuff and I was like, wait... There are people who love her, just like I do. I followed her, and it’s been amazing every since. She’s a very private person and tends to stay out of any fandom brawls, but she’s very good at just... being there for people, you know? So many times I would be having one of those moment when I just hated my life, and I’d post something about it not expecting anyone to read or care, and Steph would suddenly come out and say something that, if not necessarily fixing things, pushes me along on the path. And that’s what matters, doesn’t it? Someone who helps you make small steps through every day. Steph is an amazing person, and she has such an insight in people and characters, it’s wonderful. I think that’s what makes all her metas so good. Sweetie, thank you so much for following me and for being in this fandom. It would not be the same without you. <3

1. @daeneryskairipa

I honestly have so much love and respect for Linda. She is in a lot of fandoms, and she’s never caught up in any drama or negativity. She’s a very quiet, private and absolutely talented person, whose gifsets are something our fandom doesn’t deserve. Just when I started making gifs about a year ago, her edits were what I aspired mine to look like just because they’re so, so beautiful. I mean, if you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I use her gifs for my headers more than anyone else’s. Also, fun fact, but just when I started giffing, I had no idea how tags worked, so I looked at Linda’s tagging system and basically adopted it (sorry Linda lol). Go follow her, she produces such amazing content, our fandom is blessed to have her. <3

2. @clarkgriffon

I think Mira will always take a special place in my heart because she was one of the very first people I spoke to in this fandom. I believe I had about 90 followers at the time, and I messaged her to tell her that her tags were hilarious because she would always not only tag them purposefully to systematise content, but also add her reactions and it made things so much better. Mira is also one of those people who will see or hear you say some small detail about yourself once and remember it, and then randomly bring it up in the conversation. She just cares about people and remembers. She’s one of the most unassuming people I know because she will give you advice on the things that bother you and won’t push for anything more than you’re prepared to give in that moment. And sometimes that’s the best we can do for others. Just be there for them. And I honestly think no one produces more content for our fandom (mainly Bellarke as well) than Mira does, for which, sweetie, thank you so much because there were so many moments when I just thought there was no more hope for Bellarke, but then I’d see one of your gifsets and feel better. Really, thank you, I’m so happy to know you!

3. @keiraknighted

The story behind why Emily followed me is funny. Apparently, she was so frustrated with Zaven because she just wasn’t feeling it and it seemed to her like literally no one else was shipping Murven, so she purposefully searched in the anti zaven tag and found me. So that’s when she followed me. And I remember I followed her because she had this cute icon from Anne With an E, and I’d been reading her fics for like two years before that, but it never clicked that she was the person writing them hahah.

Emily is an amazing person. She’s so warm and sweet and understanding, and she’s one of those people who will go out of their way to do something if you ask them to. Her fanfics basically got me through the hiatus. I always joke with her that she has this talent to make you feel second hand embarrassment like no one else does, and I stand by those words because she’s just that talented. She can portray a situation in a way that you feel so involved you want to die of embarrassment when the character is embarrassed, and it’s a beautiful thing! Please go check out her fics, I promise you, you will not regret it. My absolute favourite of all time (Emily is probably sick of hearing about it by now lmao) is Smoke Break, which, do yourself a favour and go read right now please!!

Thank you so much for everything, sweetie! I don’t know what kind of fandom experience I would have without you, probably trash smh.

4. @daenerya

Luna is someone about whom I should talk a lot more because she’s become such a vital part of my life and my fandom experience that it’s crazy. Luna is someone who never gives up on people, for better or for worse. She’s probably one of the most loyal people I know, and if there’s something I respect and love and appreciate, it’s loyalty. She helped me get through one of the toughest moments in my life by being completely calm while I was panicking and having pretty much a mental breakdown, giving me invaluable advice and just being there for me. Thank you so much for that, sweetie, I will never forget it.

She is also such a positive person. She probably won’t admit this to save her life, but she has so much love and hope for this world and people in general. She’s open to everyone, absolutely loving and sweet and understanding.

Her edits are beautiful because she’s so talented but also puts an incredible amount of effort in. She has such strong opinions that she is unapologetic about because she cares about people and stands up for them.

5.@lameblake

When you follow Ali, you don’t just get a mutual. You automatically receive a friend. And it’s amazing. Ali is probably the most supportive person I know. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re going through, however you deal with your issues, she’ll do her best to understand, accept it and help you get through your tough times. I honestly believe that she feels other people’s pain.

Please, go follow her. Give her all the love you can because she’s so, so deserving.

Honourable mentions,

for people who are just as important as the five mentioned above, but to whom I either haven’t spoken to a lot or haven’t talked recently because life got in the way:

@eternallyecho - for reaching out continuously, even if I’m being an antisocial ass, and for accepting and understanding me the way I am, believing that I know myself;

@easilydistractedbyfanfic - for being an endless flow of optimism and Murven content and support with all the random things I have asked your advice for;

@raven-reyes-of-sunshine for not only being there for me at the hardest of times, but also letting me do my best to be there for you because you definitely deserve all the love the world can give you and more!

@twinzmoon for being two little rays of sunshine who always want to make other people’s days better. Completely selfless and wonderful people deserving of the entire world;

@boomheda , @aproblematicpanda and @sawyerblakes (actually not mutuals but this post would be a lie if I didn’t mention you) for being the proof that you don’t have to agree on every single thing to be friends with someone. Different interests don’t mean people can’t be kind and loving towards one another. Thank you guys, I love you three so much. You made my fandom experience bearable for the past year;

@pathokinessis for being a little ball of love and positivity who loves people without asking anything in return. Thank you, sweetie, you’re absolutely amazing and there’s no describing to how much I love and appreciate you!

P.S. If I haven’t mentioned you on this list, please don’t feel offended and remember that I love you and appreciate you.

#tag games #get to know me

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eccentriccowboy · 5 years

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Assassin// pt. 2

Synopsis: Y/n goes for her next target, with the help of a little someone.

Pairing: Slow burn relationship between bestfriend!Luke and Y/N

Warnings: Swearing. Bad editing. Epic chasing scenes that might remind you of Fast and Furious except better.

Word Count: 2.2 k

Notes: i jammed so hard to killer queen while writing this FUCk. also i’m beginning to realize all of my plot holes whoops ain’t gonna fix thoses yEET.

*****

Well shit.

Of course your next target just so happens to be the strongest player in the game. Ashton has won a whopping six times, and if he didn’t place first he was usually runner-up.

Ashton seemed to always be in the right place at the right time, always getting his targets when they least expect it. And to add on to it, Ashton runs fast. Like, really fast. So if you were to ever catch him he can escape the old fashioned way by just running away.

You knew you weren’t going to be able to catch Ashton alone. You were going to need some help. But that’s where things get tricky.

You could enlist the help of Michael, but he can’t do anything. Once you’re out of the game you can’t help the people still playing, you just get to watch on the sidelines. You could ally yourself with Calum, but he might be your attacker and then he’ll trick you and tag you. So you could enlist the help of Luke, but again, you don’t know who he’s got. If you wanna win you’re gonna have to figure out who has who.

If there is one thing you love Luke for it’s how gullible he is. It’s endearing that he believes everything he is told. Hell, you could confess to him that you’re an alien from outer space and he’d ask to see photos of your planet.

You devised a simple plan. You would tell Luke that your target is Calum. Because if Luke doesn’t have you, and you have Ashton, that means the only other possible option is Calum. So if he says that you’re lying, well then you know you can trust him.

The only way this could mess up is if Luke does actually have you and realizes your plan and goes along with it just to trick you. But based off of year prior playing this game, you don’t think Luke is.

Luke would be really great at this game, except he always makes stupid mistakes that eventually lead to his downfall. In 2017′s game, he accidentally left his Find My Friends app on, leading you right to him.

You’ve consistently been very smart when it comes to Assassin, yet you could never manage to win. You realized this year what you may have been doing wrong. Every year, you’d wait for your victim to come out in the open. Sometimes it was too late, and your attacker would get you first. This time, like you did to Michael, you’re going to make them come out into the open.

So with confidence in your plan and Luke’s gullibility, you enacted Phase One: Call Luke.

You grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter and quickly dialed your best friend. Your heart skipped a beat when he picked up, but you quickly put that thought to the side to talk to him.

“Hey Luke,” you started off simply.

“Y/N, I swear if your at a police station right now and your tracking this call to see where I am I’ll have you know I’m at home where you cannot attack me,” Luke stated blatantly.

You laughed. “God Luke, that’s not a very warm welcome,”

“I’m playing this game to win, and your foolish plan will not get in the way with that,”

“Well, my so-called plan includes you. But it helps both of us.”

“What if you have me? And this is all a trick? You sick fuck.”

You laughed again. “Luke, oh my god, hear me out. I have Calum. I’m guessing you have Ashton so we should team up and get them out together.”

You could hear Luke’s confusion in his voice, you could picture his brow’s furrowing. “Wait no I have Calum, that’s impossible.”

You continued on with your lie “Um, no, I have Calum, you liar. You’re calling me a sick fuck when here you are lying to your best friend of over ten years just for a petty game? I’m disappointed in you,” you tried your best to contain your smile.

“No, no, no Y/N, I swear I have Calum, I would never do that to you,” Luke paused, and as he did you couldn’t help but feel bad for basically lying and taking advantage of this poor, sweet boy. But then again you want to win.

“Hey! Is this me catching you in a lie? DO YOU HAVE ME AND YOU WERE TRYING TO TRICK ME? OH MY GOD YOU ARE A SICK FUCK, Y’N!” Luke scrambled.

“Wait no! no, no no, no, no. I was checking if you were lying to me. I have Ashton!” you tried to explain.

“I don’t believe you,” Luke said.

“I promise, Luke. I’m trying to work with you because I need help getting Ashton out, I know I won’t be able to get him out alone. Please,” you begged.

Luke didn’t speak for a few moments, before huffing out a sigh. “Fine, but if we are working together we will meet at my place. I still don’t know if I can trust you.”

You smiled. “Good, see you in ten.”

*****

You looked one more time outside your car window, left, right, in front, and the back, before taking one step out and rushing into Luke’s apartment building. Once reaching his apartment door, you pulled out your spare key and quickly got yourself inside, slamming the door a bit too harshly behind you.

Luke was sitting on the couch, his knee jumping eagerly. “Tell me, tell me, tell me. Let’s get out those bastards,” he said excitedly.

Usually you would tell him to relax, but right now you were filled up with just as much excitement. Luke doesn’t know it, but you’re gonna win the game.

You began to tell him the first phase of the plan, where you get out Ashton. Luke argued that he should get Calum out first, since he was risking his life allying himself with you, but you refused, bringing up how you created the plan. He grudgingly agreed, shaking his head and muttering about the things I do for you, causing you to giggle. God dammit he’s make it hard to hide your feelings.

But you put your pent-up emotions to the side, you had bigger problems in life right now. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna let them get in the way of winning.

*****

You sat in your car, waiting patiently. You’ve been here for the past 15 minutes, but you didn’t get bored as you had Luke on facetime, also waiting in his own car, about five parking slots away from you.

Except these weren’t your cars, these were rentals. You guys went big for this plan.

The plan was something you were proud of. You’ve learned throughout the years while playing the game that no matter the circumstances, Ashton doesn’t miss a yoga class. He does, however, switch the hour he goes out. He’s gone so far as to change gyms completely to attend a different class for a few games. But this time you planned ahead.

You may or may not have gone across town yesterday and asked the receptionist at each gym to see if a “Mister Ashton Irwin” had been attending classes there. After trying and failing at a few different gyms, one downtown finally said he had been going there for the past two weeks. You then gave your number and 50 bucks to the receptionist, telling her to call you when he arrived for his next class.

That was all it took for you to be sitting outside the gym now, waiting for your victim to walk out into your trap. You had Luke waiting in his rental car, waiting just in case things go bad. If all else failed, you would have Luke drive in front of the parking lot exit to block Ashton’s car. But honestly you doubt they will, you’re confident in your plan.

Just then, you see a sweaty tall man walk outside the gym. Your heart began to beat faster as you sneakily opened up your car door to crouch on the ground, crawling around until you had your eyes on Ashton, who was slowly making his way to his car in the parking lot.

With every step your heart beat quickened, your nerves getting to you. Right as Ashton was about to turn the corner to get into his car you jumped out at him.

But he took a step back. His eyes widened in surprised before he realized what was happening.

“Nice try, y/n, but not today,” he ran in the other direction, and you started to chase his around the gym’s parking lot.

Around and around you went, but he never slowed down. God dammit he was fast. You tried to catch him, but with his endurance and agility, which he swore he got from yoga, it was highly unlikely. You slowed down, and as Ashton reached his car, swinging the door open and showing you the finger before he closed it.

You didn’t hurry to your car, though, because you know Luke had already realized what was happening. He had taken the spot next to the parking lot exit, so he could quickly block it before Ashton could get out.

And that’s exactly what he did. Ashton muttered a curse, before he realized who was in the driver’s seat of this mystery car, realizing that you and Luke must have made an alliance.

You thought this was it, and you started walking to the driver’s door in Ashton’s car. But suddenly, Ashton reversed and swiftly exited through the parking lot’s entrance, almost crashing into a car entering. The car honked at him, and you couldn’t help but let out a small cry of frustration. He got away.

Luke reversed, before leaning over to open the passenger door. “Get in loser, we’re going on a car chase,”

You laughed, before stumbling into his car. Before your door was even completely shut he was driving away, speeding his way to get onto Ashton’s tail.

“Faster!” you urged Luke. You could see Ashton’s car, 2 ahead of yours. Luke swerved into the next lane, quickly going around the 2 cars to be behind Ashton.

When Ashton saw who was behind him, he only sped up, exceeding the speed limit greatly. He was forming a plan to lose you guys in a car chase, when all of the sudden, a cop car came speeding down, cutting off you and Luke and turning his siren on behind him.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Ashton was being pulled over!

Ashton felt a pit in his stomach, but by law he had to pull over. He did as he was supposed to, knowing his game was over.

You two followed the cop car, pulling over behind them. You jumped out of the car, slowing walking over so as to not warn the cop of anything suspicious, and as Ashton rolled down his window for the police officer, you quickly opened up the passenger door and sat down.

“Hey, Ashton, everything alright? In any trouble?” you leaned over, rubbing both your hands over his shoulder in a fake caring way, eliminating him from the game.

“Dammit, y/n, first a ticket, and now I’m out of the game. That’s just cruel,” Ashton shook his head, before having his attention drawn back to the very professional police officer standing outside his window.

“Excuse me, Ma’m(or sir idk who you are or what you’re into), if you would please step out of the vehicle so I can deal with this man,” he said sternly.

You quickly apologized, shooting Ashton an apologetic glance before rushing back to the car.

You tried to open the door, but it was locked. You looked at Luke, motioning for him to open the door, but he only opened the window.

“I want to remind you that we have an alliance until I get out Calum, and only after than can you get me.”

You had forgotten that getting out Ashton means you get his target, and as Luke has Calum, that only means that you now have Luke.

“Yes, I know. I wasn’t even planning on doing anything now, that would just be boring,” you joked.

Luke looked at you, then back at the road, before sighing and unlocking the door.

As he put the car into drive, he said, “The cop didn’t looked too pleased with you.”

“Oh definitely not. But you should have seen the look of despair on Ashton’s face!”

You began to tell him about what he missed while he was in the car. After, the car settled into a comfortable silence, until Luke once again pulled into the gym parking lot, where your rental car was waiting.

“Thanks for this by the way,” you muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to Luke’s cheek. You flushed as you got out of the car, walking quickly back to the rental before you could see Luke’s reaction. You didn’t know what got into you, it must of been from coming down from the adrenaline high. No matter what it was, you had to get it under control. You shouldn’t be in love with the man that you’re about to get out next.

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madatobiweek2019-2021 · 6 years

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MadaTobi Week Master Post

First of all, a giant thank you to everyone who participated! Thank you for lending your time and effort to creating new content for everyone to enjoy and for making this event such a success! We’re very seriously thinking about hosting this event again next year so we hope to see the same enthusiasm again then!

As promised, here is the masterpost of all the entries for MadaTobi Week 2018. Some of them filled two different prompts at a time so for accuracy’s sake and ease of finding they will be listed under each relevant heading.

Should any late arrivals come in we will add them to this list and reblog again so if you’re still working on something don’t be afraid to tag us in a few days or however long you need!

Edit: New additions will have a star * next to them!

Second Edit: All new late additions have been added from last year’s prompt now that tumblr has stopped being a butt and killing any new links!

Day 1

Soul mark/Soulmate

Love Is Merely A Madness - @ivysylph- art

Hot Blooded - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Protostellar - @raendown - fanfiction

Soulmate AUs - @yupingsan - art

Red, Red, Red - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Fate and Circumstance - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Match - @peppymint1986 - fanfiction

Heatwave - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Won’t Ever Get Caught (Ever Be Found) - @white-paper-ball - fanfiction

For Your Eyes Only - @glitteratti - fanfiction

On A Warm Summer’s Day �� @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Belvedere - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Soulmate Chapter 125 - @raendown - fanfiction

Fall In To Forever - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

Too hot!

Fever - @sinyaru - art

Madara Pushed His Fucking BF In The River What An Asshole - @fajeczki - art

Hot Blooded - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Beginning - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Funeral - @dahtwitchi - art

Sex and Sweat - @yupingsan - art

Sleeping Habits - @its-amihan - art

Too Hot! - @therainmage - fanfiction

Too Hot! - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Heatwave - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Midday Heat - @kalira9 - fanfiction

On A Warm Summer’s Day - @nebulawritesao3- fanfiction

We Walk Through The Fire - @shiranuigenma – fanfiction

I Watch The Rain Come Down And Think Of How You Shine - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Hot d-! - @mantykora14 - fanfiction *

Day 2

Alternate Universe

Smartphone Tobirama 1 2 3 4 5 - @fineillsignup – comic translation

Worst Superhero AU - @sinyaru - art

Cats AU - @therainmage - fanfiction

Boy Next Door AU - @ivysylph - art

Chasing - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Prostitute AU - @fajeczki - art

Accidental Dick Pic - @its-amihan - comic

Wounded Lips and Salted Cheeks - @raendown - fanfiction

Waterbending - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Sugar Daddy AU - @yupingsan - art

Filing Cabinet Games - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Superhero AU - @its-amihan - art

Running With Bigfoot - @glitteratti - fanfiction

We All Want Love (We All Want Honor) – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Alternate Universe - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Soulmate Chapter 125 - @raendown - fanfiction

A Recipe For The Way To My Heart - @puzzleshipper - fanfiction *

Fall In To Forever - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

Memories of You (Still Stand Strong) - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Office Shenanigans

Falling Back - @dahtwitchi - comic

Accidental Dick Pic - @its-amihan - comic

Wounded Lips and Salted Cheeks - @raendown - fanfiction

I Like You Just Fine - @berry-doodles - comic

Attention - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Attrition - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Workday Diversion - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Filing Cabinet Games - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

What Not To Do In The Office - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Day 3

Fake Relationship/Hidden Relationship

Asking For Trouble - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Hiding Feelings In The Dark - @dahtwitchi - comic

Promise - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Art for “Promise” - @ivysylph - art

To Drain The Whole Sea – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

But Broken Live On - @raendown - fanfiction

Post Battlefield - @yupingsan - art

Pomp and Circumstance - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Fake Dating - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Mission To Shimogakure - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Brother Knows Best - @mantykora14 - fanfiction

Hurt - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

On The Battlefield

On The Battlefield - @kaiyaru-art - art

On The Battlefield - @fajeczki - art

On The Battlefield - @berry-doodles - art

To Drain The Whole Sea – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Watching Your Back - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Cold - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

We Walk Through The Fire - @shiranuigenma - fanfiction

You Won’t Do The Same - @tobi-drama – fanfiction

Day 4

Yokai/Gods/Monsters

Gods AU - @fajeczki - art

Rain Soaked - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Amor Aeternus - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Art for “Amor Aeternus” - @ivysylph - art

Fade To Bright - @raendown - fanfiction

Surprise Kiss - @sinyaru - art

Secrets Never To Be Told - @dahtwitchi - comic

Sparks of War - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Kitsune Tobirama - @mantykora14 - art

Ghost Tobirama - @its-amihan - art

XXXholic AU - @squidspawn - art

No One’s Gonna Take My Soul Away - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

The Sensei Trap

The Sensei Trap - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Hanging Around - @detectivepoet – art and fanfiction

The Set Up - @thatrandomnpc – fanfiction

Caught You - @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction *

Day 5

Time Travel

Rest With Me Until A Brighter Day - @blackkatmagick - fanfiction

Vision - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Change - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Art for “Change” - @yupingsan - art

Second Chance - @sanxkei - art *

Turn Back The Clock - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction *

Experimentation/Crazy Scientist

Bloody Scientists - @fajeczki - art

Unexpected Delay - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Ending - @ivysylph – fanfiction

Art the “The Ending” - @ivysylph - art

The Science Of Madness - @dahtwitchi – comic

No Sleep - @kaiyaru-art - comic

Oblivious Until Proven Stupid - @raendown - fanfiction

Family Bonding - @its-amihan - art

Tobirama the Fluff - @yupingsan - fanfiction

Always Wanted To Do That - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Vision - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Sleepless - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Awake and Unafraid - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Day 6

To the victor go the spoils

Pray The Devil Will Save My Soul - @raendown - fanfiction

Prize - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Indecent Proposal - @mantykora14 - fanfiction

Dango Comic - @yupingsan - comic

Returned - @detectivepoet – art and fanfiction

Through My Soul Like A Hurricane Wind - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Today’s Limits (Tomorrow’s Victories) - @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction *

Supernatural/Fantasy

To Believe, Or Not To Believe - @dahtwitchi - comic

Werewolf Boyfriends - @fajeczki - art

Reluctant Questing - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Wolf and The Wizard - @ivysylph - art

Werewolf Snuggling - @kaiyaru-art - art

Pray The Devil Will Save My Soul - @raendown - fanfiction

The Cursed Child And His Savior - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Supernatural AU - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Meeting In The Middle - @kalira9 – fanfiction

No One Will Ever Know Our Names - @dimancheetoile - fanfiction

Unwind - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction *

Day 7

Role swap/clan swap

Behind Enemy Lines - @raendown - fanfiction

Under The Surface (Dig Deep Till It Bleeds) - @raendown – fanfiction

Clan Swap - @fajeczki - art

Free day

Psychological Abuse - @fineillsignup – art translation

Madara and Tobirama - @vivid-cosplay – cosplay

Kissing Scene - @ivysylph - art

Sweet Lies - @ivysylph - fanfiction

An End - @dahtwitchi - art

Late Night Revelations - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Sense8 AU - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Out Of Ideas - @yupingsan - comic

Happy Hugs - @its-amihan - art

Relaxing - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Morning Cuddles - @sinyaru - art

pirates ahoy! - @mantykora14 - fanfiction *

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saizoswifey · 6 years

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Don’t Leave Me

{Sasuke x Reader} {Shingen x Reader}

Genre: NSFW Word Count: 3,643 A/N: This fic is loosely based on the Shingen ES where the women are fawning over him and MC is jealous. Sasuke’s route is dropping soon in English so in celebration I figured I could post this piece I had sitting in my docs for a while now and recently finished. (I should have edited more but fuck it, right?) I actually haven’t played his route yet so I made this as accurate as I could from ES forgive me everyone! Summary: Shingen has yet to make your relationship exclusive. So when feelings for your first love, Sasuke, mix with jealousy and sake, things get a little heated. Tagging: @dear-mrs-otome @otomelin are the only two Sasuke fans I know of so far LOL

It wasn’t the fact that you and Shingen had yet to announce your relationship, or for that matter even sat down to define what it is you were to each other. Your time together remained as this daunting dark mark of mystery on your heart. And although, each night as you lay underneath his heat and his kiss you found yourself swimming in the enigma of what was truly going on, that wasn’t what bothered you. He was the Lord of a prominent clan, you knew that. You hadn’t expected a big announcement in the hall or a marriage proposal for warming his bed at night. No, that isn’t what bothered you. Nor the fact that it seemed as if every time you summoned the courage to ask him about his feelings he avoided the subject entirely. Like an emotional ninja, he jumped and dodged at your hints and words as if they were sharpened shuriken you had been launching straight for him.

And it wasn't the fact that women seemed to gaze at him whenever they got the chance. He was handsome, you knew that. Incredibly handsome. The free food prepared “extra special” for him by the women in the tea houses and inns you rested at. The side glancing views and the gentle hands and small touches of foreign ladies aimed at his strong shoulders and arms, you wished you could burn them from your mind.

It wasn’t the way he seemed to encourage the women by failing to decline their advances; or his deep, full-bodied laughter at their jokes. Nor the seriousness etched into his handsome features as he gave them advice. Not the way his fiery eyes fixated themselves on the harem of women that fluttered around him like moths to a flame, while you sat in the cold distance feeling like the one that flew too close and now suffered the burn.

No, it wasn’t any one of these things in particular. Yet as you sat quietly in the hall watching these new ‘guests’ entertaining the man you loved, you realized it was the culmination of it all. He may have been the Tiger of Kai, but you had a fearsome Tigress of your own stirring in the form of jealousy, hurt and anger. If he had even looked your way he would have seen you staring daggers into your cup of sake, lost in the muffled noise of the retainers boasting and the women’s clucking and giggling like drunken hens. Had he even looked your way, he would have clearly seen the hurt in your eyes as these women fought for his attention, mouths of laughter open like gaping voids waiting to swallow him whole. But he didn’t. Look your way.

“Milord Shingen is truly amazing,” Yukimura’s slurring voice at your side pulled you through the haze of mentation as he proclaimed to Sasuke. “It’s no wonder these women all fight for his affections,” he had that bright smile of adoration on his face as he spoke, like a puppy wagging it’s tail for his master. “And he could have his pick of any one of the-“ a stinging splash of liquid coated his face and hair.

“Shut up, Yukimura,” your voice came out quiet and harsh, seething with venom. And you realized in that moment, you had just thrown all of your sake in his face. Confused, he began to ask what he did but you dropped your cup onto the table and fled the hall before anyone else could notice.

The sound, the feel of your feet stomping down to your room helped ease the tension a bit. The evening air was crisp and cool and you couldn’t help but pause to view the swaying of the trees in the garden. Saizo had the right idea to ditch this whole evening entirely, you thought when you spied the cherry blossoms in the distance. He was probably in a sturdy branch somewhere sleeping peacefully, not a care in the world, while you had to sit through…that. You made a mental note to start listening to his advice more often.

All you wanted right now was some sleep in the hopes of forgetting. However, you hadn’t even made it ten steps past Shingen’s room before a very warm, very large hand flew from the adjacent door crack like lightning to snatched you inside.

Looming above you with familiar large piercing brown eyes was Sasuke. How the hell did he get past you already? Oh, right… Ninja…

His fingers tapped at a particularly large bottle of sake. “Thought you could use a drink,” he smirked, ruffling your hair in his usual way before sitting down and pouring a bit of clear liquid into a cup, handing it to you.

In a split second, you drained the contents down your throat. The alcohol slid so nicely, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. “How did you know,” you wiped your lips and smirked in response to Sasuke’s widened eyes. It was rare you drank at all, let alone in front of him, and his shocked expression had you stifling a giggle.

“Just a guess,” his features relaxed. He poured you another cup before drinking from his own. Of course, he had been in the hall with you moments before and no doubt witnessed your outburst. There was no need to guess.

After he had consumed the majority of the sake, and after having shared a few laughs, Sasuke decided to address the cause of your sour disposition.

“Does this have anything to do with those women tonight?” he set his empty cup down on the table with a light, pleasant thud. However, the bitter look on your face at the mere mention of it told him he was right, and he laughed that familiar hearty laugh. “Ah, I see,” he nodded with a grin.

“Lord Shingen can…associate…with whoever he pleases. Makes no difference to me,” you mumbled into your cup.

Though others may have been easy to fool, the way you looked at Shingen hadn’t slipped past Sasuke. Nor did those quiet and cool nights he had seen you from the garden, escaping from Shingen’s room back to your own under the shroud of moonlight. Sasuke wasn’t surprised his lord had kept his relations with you a secret. After all, it was safer for you that way. But still, the despondent look on your face had him feeling more than sorry for you.

“And what about you?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your cup.

“Can you…associate, with whoever you want?” His face had become stoic and serious and, after almost choking on your drink, you took a moment to register exactly what he was implying.

The space fell silent. Could you? What kind of a question was that? You supposed you could, though the thought had never crossed your mind—being with someone other than Shingen. Not that you didn’t admire other men, sweating and rugged out in the training yard or handsome faces in the market, perusing the stalls while you shopped. Suddenly the distance between you and Sasuke seemed to be much shorter than you remembered. And yet, you weren’t uncomfortable. Not with him. The anger and self-doubt that the evening dredged up seemed to whirl inside you, only fixing your resolve and giving you your answer.

You balled your fists at your knees thinking of him in the hall, and all those women surrounding him, pawing at him. “Yes. I guess I can,” you huffed. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”

This only drew another small laugh from Sasuke, who clearly didn’t believe you one bit. Not that you could blame him. “Is that so?” he mused. “Then this would be alright with you?”

That warm, large hand of his reached out to tuck a bit of stray hair behind your ear. The intimacy of it all had admittedly thrown you for a moment. He had only meant it as a tease, something to make you remember how much you truly loved Shingen. Something to send you back into his arms. Not that you could really know that from the way he was looking at you now, with his increasingly gentle expression.

“Sasuke?”

An intake of breath.

Ignoring you completely, he traced along your jawline, eyes fixed on your own as he moved in closer and closer before finally pressing his lips to you for a kiss. They were warm and lush—supple. With heart pounding tenderness he lapped at the crease of your lips with his tongue before slowly slipping inside to deepen your connection. He tasted of sake, slightly sweet, but with hints of something unknown. It was only when you reciprocated, lacing fingers into tufts of his thick brown hair, that he pulled away with a look of surprise.

“Wait,” he smiled fondly. The kind of smile he gave the children in the villages while he watched them muse at the gifts he brought. The kind of smile you give to an old friend. The smile you give when you’re holding your lords' mistress at your fingertips. “You aren’t serious.”

“Aren’t you the one who kissed me?”

“That’s-“ he sighed.

The internal struggling was flashing back and forth on his face, you could read it in his eyes. That flicker of desire like a leaf floating on the surface of a swift stream. If you didn’t reach out to grasp hold of it, it would simply float on, never to be seen again. Whatever he was anticipating you to say to push him away, it wasn’t happening. No coquettish giggle and sigh while you blamed it on the sake, playfully batting at his chest before taking your leave. The warmth you felt was no longer due to the sake, but the warmth of his hands holding you in place. And maybe, if only for tonight, you could afford to borrow more from him-drink it from his lips and his fingertips.

To hell with it, you thought. “Shut up.” This time you made the first move in the form of an onslaught of feverish and bold kisses.

In his fervent scramble to hold you closer, his long legs knocked against the table, sending sake cups rattling with a clank, one of them rolling onto the floor. Or at least, you think it had by the sound of pottery shattering. You were too lost in the softness of his kiss and the power of his hands as he lifted you into his lap to notice what was going on behind you.

“You sure enjoy telling people to shut up tonight, don’t you,” he playfully smiled into your mouth and puckered lips.

His kisses were so slow and languid, lavish enough to bring you pressing in for more of their plush warmth. He took his time like he had been anticipating this moment for years as he allowed his tongue to explore and massage your own, hands gliding up and down your sides. So different from the man you had known so long ago. Every bit of him was rigid and mapped beneath your fingertips. His pacing, his scent, the taste of him, all of it so different from Shingen yet so absolutely pleasant and exhilarating in their newfound glory. The vibration of his moans had spread across his broad chest and you could feel it in your palms. The subtle rising of his hips granted you the sensation of his hardening cock between your legs and the heat rose to swell at your cheeks.

“Want me to touch you?” he asked. As if he even needed to, you thought.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

The deep thickness in his voice alone had every inch of you on edge, and you found it impossible to answer while he kissed up your neck, letting his tongue play at your ear.

“Here?” he flicked at your lobe, playfully.

Your hips were moving on their own, now. It was hard to place your hands. Every bit of his body was trained to perfection, only serving to make you both hotter as you explored.

“Here?”

Warm palms cupped your breasts, flicked your nipples as if he knew exactly where you needed him to touch next. This was surely not something you had explored with each other back then…All the while your collars were loosening more and more, your fingers playing with the searing skin you found underneath. He pulled your obi from your waist, tossed it aside and removed your layers to reveal you completely. You shivered into him when the cool air kissed your prickling skin, but it wasn’t long before he was warming you with his touch, admiring and regarding every feature of your naked frame the same as you would marvel at a sunset.

He’d changed now. Tenderness replaced by intensity. Fingertips traced the lingering marks Shingen had left on your skin.

“Do you like when he does this? Shall I make one of my own?”

Sasuke didn’t wait for your reply. He brought the swell of your breast into his mouth. Sucked and bit at the tender skin until he was satisfied with his work, smearing the saliva with a rough thumb, spreading it along the ripe welts.

You were beginning to sweat now, as his large palm cupped between your legs and rubbed with that warm friction you so desperately craved.

“Mn, Sasuke, please.”

His hand felt wonderful, but you wanted more. You slide yourself up and down his increasingly long, long, length. Your nerves were on fire knowing this new, intimate part of him.

“I didn’t know you could sound like that. I like the way you say my name in that pleading voice of yours,” he gave a light drag of his teeth along your jawline. “Say it again?” It was a surprisingly soft plea to be coming from such a large man. His hand pressed into your sensitive clit harder, making you jolt.

“Sasuke,” you gave him a sultry whine.

In an instant, you were picked up in his arms, carried you until your back hit a wall-thud-your legs still wrapped around his sturdy hips.

“You sound too sexy,” he admitted through heavy breaths. His already loose clothing was coming off little by little, falling to the floor and pooling at his feet.

There was a pause, a stop in time, and realization filled your head before dropping into your stomach like a heavy sack of rice. What you were about to do. With distant laughter ringing from the garden and the hall, pale blue moonlight illuminating the windows, and the tip of Sasuke’s cock pressed against your entrance. And the realization, blossoming with a spark in your chest—that you wanted this. Did that make you a terrible person?

Sasuke seemed to pick up on your thoughts. Or maybe it had nothing to do with you at all, it had just come from himself in the moment, and the feelings you both couldn’t keep from bubbling over the surface. “I wouldn’t take you for granted,” he whispered. Confessed.

“Don’t-“

You choked. You didn’t want to hear what you already knew. Didn’t want to face your own repressed feelings for this man; your first love. The feelings you didn’t quite understand, yourself.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he said, with a small self-deprecating chuckle so airy and wheezing it could have been the beginning of a sob. And then he was back to the Sasuke you knew.

He kissed you again as he pushed inside of your slick, wet heat. He was so thick and large you gasped as if you could steal his own breath from his lungs. The satisfied, cocky smirk on his face as he watched you take him all in had you biting your lip.

“You can be loud, I want to hear you.”

Sasuke wasted no time thrusting in earnest, pounding hard enough to have your ass thumping against the wall behind you.

“Sh-shit, ahh!”

“That’s right,” he grunted in pleasure, bringing his lips to suck at the base of your neck.

He was diving deep enough to have you seeing stars, but there was still a tenderness in the way he fucked you. Every motion was fluid, carnivorous. You dug your fingers deep into the taut muscles of his shoulders, ready to moan once more in feverish pleasure when you heard voices on the other side of the wall you were currently being fucked into.

“Sasuke-ah, wait,” you panted, “I hear voices…They’ll hear us.”

“Let them,” he growled low and hot in your ear.

The sight of his chiseled chest, those broad shoulders and the way his lower abs flexed and expanded with every hard thrust into you, every short breath he took, had your legs twitching and your hips mindlessly grinding in circles against him.

“Nn…You’re getting so tight,” Sasuke shuttered in pleasure.

Then, you heard a muffled laugh that ran a chill through your body. A familiar laugh, followed by the sounds of stumbling in the room behind you. Shingen. Oh god. Oh god. You covered your mouth to muffle the sounds, but he would surely hear the rhythmic thumping of your body hitting the wall with every dive of Sasuke’s cock.

Sasuke. who removed your hand from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, sucking on your tongue while pressing a finger on your clit.

Shit.

“Hnn, yes! That’s so good.” You didn’t care anymore if he heard you. Or maybe. Maybe you even wanted him to. Hoped he would hear your whines of intense pleasure another man was giving you.

Sasuke’s eyes flashed, making you realize he knew exactly what he was doing. Knew that Shingen would be on this other side of the wall when he slammed you into it. The corners of his eyes narrowed, his expression pointed and intense and hungry, and you felt yourself tighten and pulse around him. You could feel how wet you were, how it coated now where you both were joined and the sounds it made with Sasuke’s every greedy drive.

“You feel so good.” He gripped your thighs, let his fingers press into the softness of your flesh. “How do you like it? You like it deep don’t you.”

He used his grip to whip your hips up for him, changing the angle so he was drilling right back into that spot that made your vision go white and fuzzy. You couldn’t form words. Your hands were fumbling at his arms, desperate to sturdy yourself as he bounced you up and down on his hardness.

“I-I’m cumming,” you whined, not knowing or caring how many times you had repeated the words after that.

“Come for me, then,” Sasuke replied. He watched you intently, relishing in the sight of you coming undone. Committing these new sounds and expression to memory as he fucked you senseless.

You know you moaned, loudly, but all sense of consciousness and control had left your body with those moans. Your orgasm ripped through you, but Sasuke didn’t cease his ministrations until he felt you go limp in his arms.

Every bit of strength had left your limbs, and the moments after that seemed like a distant dream. Pieces were missing while others only half there. He must have expelled himself outside of you? On your stomach, was it? You couldn’t recall. And now he smiled, draped your robes over you while gesturing for you to dress. But your arms and legs moved as if they were weighed down with all of the gravity in this earth.

“Ah, right on time,” Sasuke said cryptically, cocksure smile still plastered on his face.

There was silence.

And then…A light knock on the door just as you began to close your robes. A figure—tall, broad—slid the shoji door open, and somehow you could feel the anger in the action.

“Retiring from the feast so early, milord Shingen?” Sasuke asked.

Shingen stepped inside, arms crossed, his eyes glancing over the room. The sake, the broken glass and disheveled table. Then you both. Sasuke’s hair damp with sweat. And you, flushed cheeks and shaking limbs, still pulling your robes closed.

“It’s late,” Shingen looked at you as he spoke. “You should get some rest before you have to prepare breakfast.”

This was all he said, his stoic mask remaining unchanged. His fiery eyes serious, mouth pulled tight.

You bowed quickly, passing him like prey avoiding a predator, and hurried off down the hall to your room as quickly as your feet would carry you. Hands still desperately clasping your robes closed.

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Your body ached tremendously as you cooked breakfast the next morning. But the feeling was strangely pleasant, you thought. Over steaming pots you breathed deep, thinking if you could just get through breakfast you could figure out where to go from here.

You carried the last tray to the hall only to bump into Sasuke at the entrance.

“Oh my-” you gasped.

His lip was clearly busted and a terrible bruise covered half of his face. Red and blue and purple, like a cosmos sprouted on his cheek.

Sasuke chuckled. “That was about the response I was expecting.”

You almost dropped your tray. “Are you alright?!”

“I’ve had worse,” he smiled, but immediately winced at the pain it caused him. “Good news is, I guess you have your answer now. About associating.”

“Shingen?…” your stomach dropped. He did this? You were a mix of emotions, feeling terrible that Sasuke got hurt, but slightly elated that Shingen was jealous enough to lose himself like that over you.

“Ha ha, don’t look so down,” Sasuke tousled your hair in that usual friendly way, comforting and warm, and you swore you saw him wink. “It was worth it.”

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