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⋆。⋆💋⋆ Lace & Desire ⋆ ﾟ❤️‍🔥 (HOT AF)

☁︎/ pairings: Zayne / fem!reader ☾ / genre: smut [nsfw 18+, mdni] ₊˚ / tags: nsfw, super nsfw, no plot smut, mutual attraction, clit playing, masturbation, submissive y/n, dominant zayne, mentions of daddy, mentions of cum dumpster, mentions of slave, role-play, slightly/very rough sex, lots of teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, mouth job, hand job, kissing, clit stimulation, choking, lots of spanking, upstanding citizen position lol, creampie, cum inside, cum shot, mature sexual content ♡ / word count: 4.6k

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In her quiet apartment, the narrator decides to spice up the night by sending teasing photos to Zayne, igniting a thrilling game of seduction. As anticipation builds, she wonders how far he'll let her take it, knowing their quiet night will soon be electrified by their passionate tension. ﹌﹌﹌

‘Don't make me come there and punish you,’ he warned, igniting a thrilling rush of arousal within me. Zayne's challenge only served to heighten my excitement, and I responded with a final, enticing image—my back arched, showcasing my perky ass in all their glory. ‘56646. that’s my passcode. see you soon 😋’ I teased, unable to contain my anticipation.

𓍢ִ໋₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝⋆୧ ˙ As the clock ticked towards 9:38 PM on a Thursday night, the silence of my apartment seemed to amplify the dull ache of boredom settling in. With a sigh, I set aside my phone and glanced around the dimly lit room, the soft glow of lamplight casting long shadows across the walls. The stillness was palpable, broken only by the occasional distant rumble of passing cars outside.

Lost in the quietude, memories of Zayne flooded my mind—their intensity warming me from within. I couldn't shake the image of our passionate exchanges from a week ago, the heat of our desire lingering in the air like an intoxicating perfume. With a sudden spark of inspiration, I retrieved the new lingerie set I'd ordered online—a deep, lacey black ensemble that I knew would set Zayne's pulse racing.

Standing before the full-length mirror, I couldn't help but admire the way the lace hugged my curves, accentuating every contour with a tantalising allure. A mischievous thought danced at the edges of my consciousness—why not inject a little excitement into this mundane night? I knew Zayne's schedule like the back of my hand; no surgeries tonight, just a series of tedious meetings. The idea of inviting Zayne into my apartment, a space he'd never set foot in before, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. We've only shared passionate moments in his space before, never mine. With a flicker of determination, I snapped a few provocative photos of myself in the lingerie and sent them off to Zayne, accompanied by a teasing message.

‘busy?’, I texted, attaching a suggestive image of myself with legs parted. "miss you so much, daddy” I added playfully, anticipating his reaction. His response was swift, his words carrying a hint of authority and desire. ‘You can’t do this to me right now. I’m in a meeting.’ Undeterred, I escalated the teasing, sending another photo—this time, straddling a snowman plushie, a playful nod to our shared fantasies.

I wanted to push his boundaries, to see how far he'd let me take this game of seduction. As the anticipation mounted, I couldn't help but wonder what Zayne's reaction would be. Would he succumb to the temptation, or would he resist my advances? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain—the quietude of this night was about to be shattered by the electrifying tension between us.

"Be a good girl and wait for me," Zayne's last text arrived, laden with promise, and I eagerly complied (or maybe not), my pulse racing with anticipation. In less than 30 minutes, I heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, signalling Zayne's arrival. "Y/N…?" he called out my name, his voice tinged with anticipation. As he stepped into the room, his presence electrified the air, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Dressed in his signature black collared shirt and sleek work pants, both my weakness, I knew I would falter sooner or later. But as of now, I had a mission to complete—to make him needy enough to beg me.

Meanwhile, I reclined on the bed, eyes closed, fingers tracing lazy circles on the delicate fabric of my thong. Beneath its embrace, my clit throbbed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting Zayne's touch. With practiced finesse, I reached for the vibrator beside me, teasing myself with its arousing vibrations, each movement imbued with a sense of anticipation. The room felt charged with erotic tension, a prelude to the passionate encounter about to unfold. “I told you to wait for me, didn’t I?” Zayne's voice stood before me, shattering the silence. His words sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. “I’m going to punish you,” he declared, his tone heavy with desire as he made his way to the sofa in the corner, his eyes fixed on me with unwavering intensity.

As he settled into the seat, a surge of defiance stirred within me. I didn’t want him to simply watch—I wanted to tease him, to punish him for not giving me the attention I craved. With a determined resolve, I continued to pleasure myself with the vibrator, each flick of my wrist a deliberate invitation for him to join me in the throes of passion. But Zayne had other plans. “I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he stated, his words dripping with promise. “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you play with yourself.” The challenge in his voice only fuelled my desire further. Determined, I continued pleasuring myself with the vibrator, allowing him to witness my torment. I intensified my movements, each stroke of the vibrator against my clit sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I could sense Zayne's gaze burning into me, his desire evident in the way he watched, but I refused to yield. I wanted him to go wild, to lose control and fuck me senselessly after this. The mere thought of his roughness, the way he might choke me while delivering spanks, drove me wild. I maintained the steady rhythm, circling my clit with the vibrator and moaning his name, intent on arousing him for the impending encounter.

My legs parted slightly as I continued to pleasure myself. I then pulled my thong to the side so that I could feel my vibrator even more intensely on my clit. I noticed him staring intensely at me from the sofa, his eyes tracing every movement, every expression, every curve accentuated by my lingerie. I knew he wanted to badly fuck me in it. The anticipation of his desire fuelling my own, I felt on the brink of climax just from his gaze alone.

As Zayne stood mere feet away, his imposing presence filled the room. With my left hand, I cupped my breast, teasingly pinching my erect nipple, while my right hand gripped the vibrator, its buzzing against my clit driving me relentlessly toward the brink of ecstasy. Moaning his name, I met his gaze, revelling in the power of my own pleasure. Each stroke, each caress, heightened the tension, propelling me toward release.

Riding the wave of my orgasm, I continued to chant Zayne's name, eagerly anticipating his touch later. My body hummed with electricity as I pressed the vibrator against my clit, prolonging the blissful sensation.

After savouring the peak of my orgasm, I rose from the bed, my limbs still tingling with pleasure. With deliberate grace, I began to crawl towards him, each movement purposeful, my hips swaying in a mesmerising rhythm. The air crackled with anticipation as I closed the distance between us, my eyes locked on his with unwavering intensity.

Once near enough, my hands ventured forward, exploring the fabric of his pants with feather-light touches. Zayne's hands remained on the armrest, unmoving. The material beneath my fingertips felt smooth and inviting, heightening my senses as I traced the contours of his thighs, inching closer to the throbbing arousal that awaited me.

In a kneeling position, I slowly began to caress his clothed erection with my lips, each kiss a tantalising tease. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire palpable in the air. With each stroke of my tongue, I could sense his control slipping, his restraint waning as he surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through him. Zayne looked hot and bothered, his desire evident in the way he watched me, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

“Are you sure you just wanna sit and watch me play with your dick all by myself?” I teased, a playful pout playing on my lips. He stayed seated, his gaze never wavering, his desire palpable in the air between us. “Unbuckle my pants,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority. I did as he asked without hesitation, maintaining eye contact with him as I unbuckled his pants. “Now take it out and lick it,” he instructed, his voice laced with anticipation.

Each time my gaze fell upon his impressive member, I couldn't help but marvel at its sheer size and thickness, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. The anticipation of feeling him fill me up, stretching me to my limits, sent a thrill down my spine. With eager hands, I liberated his arousal from its confines, gently guiding it out from beneath the fabric of his pants. As I lowered his trousers for his comfort, I couldn't resist the urge to admire him fully exposed before me.

Coating his length with my saliva, I savoured the taste of him, relishing in the way he responded to my touch. His throbbing length stretched beyond the limits of my mouth, almost impossible to accommodate entirely. With each swirl of my tongue around his tip, his breath hitched in his throat, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. "You know how I like it sloppy. More spit," he demanded, his voice husky with need, his eyes dark with desire, urging me to indulge his every whim.

Following his commands, I coated his throbbing member with a liberal amount of saliva, my hand moving with purpose and urgency, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, just like that, princess," he praised, his words dripping with desire, igniting a fiery need within me. The endearing term sent a rush of excitement coursing through me, amplifying my desire to please him in every way possible.

As I continued, I pushed myself beyond my limits, unable to stop gagging on his dick. His hands remained on the armrest, yet I could feel his reaction as I went deeper, my eyes rolling backward involuntarily. Zayne's response was palpable, a muttered 'fuck' slipping from his lips before he leaned forward, gently pulling my mouth away from his throbbing length.

With a sudden tug on my hair, he forced me to meet his gaze, his intensity heightened. "I can’t take it anymore, can't wait to mess you up," he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. In response, I teased him playfully, biting my lower lip and meeting his gaze with a sultry look. "Why wait?"

He wasted no time, guiding my head to gag me with his dick once more, my eyes watery and drool cascading down my chin. “I love drooling on your cock,” I said to Zayne, the admission pushing him over the edge. With his patience wearing thin, he swiftly pulled up his pants before lifting me with practiced ease, settling me straddled on his lap. Purposeful strides carried us to the bed, where he positioned himself, and I found myself draped over his lap, anticipation pulsating with each passing second. Zayne's fingers trace intricate patterns over my clit, teasing and enticing me with each delicate touch. In the next instant, his hand shifts, grabbing my ass firmly before delivering a sharp spank that reverberates through the room, the sound echoing in the stillness.

The first sharp spank sent a jolt of ecstasy coursing through me, igniting an insatiable hunger. Suddenly, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I decided to indulge in a bit of playful role-play, leveraging Zayne's profession as a doctor.

“I need more, Doctor Zayne” I pleaded while biting my lower lip, my voice dripping with desire— craving his touch like a potent drug. Zayne froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement. "This isn't covered by your insurance, y'know," he quipped, his tone playful yet commanding, before delivering another sharp but mighty spank on my ass.

I couldn't help but laugh at his response, the sound echoing in the room as I remained straddled over his lap, revelling in the playful banter between us. But then, in an instant, the mood shifted, and Zayne seamlessly reverted to his dominant stance, delivering another firm spank to my exposed flesh.

With each resounding spank, his voice low and commanding, he chastised me for my naughtiness, his words driving me to new heights of arousal. "So fucking naughty, pleasuring yourself in front of me," he growled, his hand delivering each punishing blow with precision. I squirmed beneath his touch, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me with each impact. “Sending me pics while I’m at work, you love it when I’m distracted, don’t you?” with each word, he punctuated his statement with another firm spank, the impact sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

A swift strike from his left hand landed on my ass, the sting on my ass was met with a subtle tightening of his grip around my neck, sending a thrilling jolt of excitement coursing through me. Involuntarily, my back arched in response, an instinctive reaction to the sensation.

I moaned once more, gasping for air, my body wavering but my determination to take control unwavering. As I attempted to shift my body, aiming to use his broad shoulders to lift myself up and straddle Zayne on his lap, a surge of futile resistance washed over me. Zayne's grip remained unyielding, firmly in control. Despite my efforts to regain dominance, he held me firmly in his grasp, each spank serving as a sharp reminder of my transgressions. "Do you think you can get away with this?" he questioned, his tone dripping with dominance. "Making me lose control and expecting things to go your way?" Each word was punctuated by another sharp spank, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. With each impact, my ass bounced, fueling his desire to deliver more.

“Answer me,” he commands, tugging at my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. "No, daddy," I gasp, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me as another sharp spank lands, followed by his gentle touch to soothe the sting. “You’re going to do what I tell you, understood?” His voice is firm, demanding obedience. I nod eagerly, my body trembling with excitement and submission.

Before delving into anything more extreme, Zayne reminded me to use our safe word if things went too far. I assured him that I would, eager to trust in our mutual boundaries.

"Lay on your back and spread for me," he ordered, and without hesitation, I complied. His commands were my guide, and I willingly surrendered to his desires. As I lay before him, legs wide open, he joined me on the bed, positioning himself to fully admire my exposed form. Zayne lifted my legs, hovering them over my stomach, his gaze fixated on my glistening clit, still hidden and wet beneath the fabric of the lingerie.

With deliberate precision, he pushed the fabric of my thong aside, exposing my throbbing clit to his hungry gaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered a powerful spank across my exposed flesh, the sensation simultaneously arousing and electrifying.

"That's what you get for distracting me,” he admonished, his hand returning to soothe the sting he had caused. Adjusting my position slightly, he seized my breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp as he pulled down my lingerie bra to pinch my nipples and deliver a punishing slap across my breasts and then to my clit.

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” he growled, his touch alternating between punishment and pleasure, each sensation driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each slap of his hand against my swollen clit, the intensity of my desire surged, propelled by the knowledge that I was at his mercy. And as he continued to tease and torment me, I surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

“And that,” he continued, his voice husky with desire, “is for tempting me beyond control.” With each stroke of his hand against my throbbing clit, I felt the tension coil tighter within me, aching for release. Tonight, I surrendered to the game, willingly becoming the one who begged for his touch, yearning to feel his every caress and penetration. The desire to taste him, to engulf his throbbing member in my mouth, consumed me entirely. In the depths of my being, I found solace in Zayne's dominance, reveling in his complete control over my body. It was as if I craved nothing more than to be his plaything, his puppet to manipulate at his whim, his slave to fulfill his every desire.

With one final slap on my clit, Zayne soothes it once more, eliciting a delicious blend of pleasure and pain that brought tears to my eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he removed my lingerie thong, each movement laden with anticipation. With a devilish grin, he tucked it into his pocket, a silent reminder of his control over me.

Then, with a hunger that matched my own, he descended on my clit, his tongue a fervent instrument of pleasure. He devoured it with an insatiable appetite, his movements precise and calculated. His tongue traced intricate patterns from my anus to my clit, and back again, each stroke sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me. With each lick and suck, he coated my clit with his saliva, mingling with my arousal and heightening the intensity of the moment. And all the while, his unwavering gaze locked onto mine, a silent challenge that dared me to lose myself completely in the ecstasy of his touch.

But Zayne's hunger knew no bounds. With a growl of desire, he shifted his focus, using his tongue to fuck my pussy repeatedly, his movements rhythmic and relentless. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, driving me to the brink of madness as I surrendered completely to his skilled ministration.

With one final lick from him, I was sent hurtling over the edge, my release flooding over Zayne's tongue in a torrent of ecstasy. My body convulsed with pleasure, every nerve tingling with the intensity of the moment. Yet, Zayne continued to ride the wave of my orgasm, his tongue remaining firmly latched onto my pulsating pussy. The sensation was so intense that I couldn't help but arch my back in response, offering myself completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Who said you could cum on my tongue?” Zayne's voice sliced through the air with authority. He seized my torso, forcing me to face him, my body now positioned on all fours. Still lost in the throes of my orgasm, I couldn't muster a response. His grip tightened around my neck, and with a sharp spank on my ass, he demanded again in a low, commanding voice, "Answer me."

Pouting and shaking my head, my eyes still watery from the overwhelming pleasure, I struggled to regain my composure. "N-no one," I gasped for air, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to come back from my high.

"So why did you?" Zayne's question dripped with dominance, his gaze piercing into my soul. "I'm sorry, daddy” I said in a playful, teasing manner, pouting my lips as I met his gaze. "I'm gonna make it up to you," I continued, leaning in to give him a small peck on the lips, my heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.

With each breath, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, intensifying the longing pooling in my core.

I took a moment to reclaim my breath and composure, my eyes lingering on Zayne. The crisp lines of his black collared shirt and the snug fit of his work pants accentuated every contour of his masculine form, intensifying my desire and fuelling my determination to pleasure him even more.

Motivated by a surge of resolve, I pushed Zayne off the bed, compelling him to stand on the edge of it. Hastily, I seized the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his mighty erection in all its glory once again. Still positioned on all fours on the bed, I wasted no time in engulfing Zayne's throbbing member with my mouth, eagerly licking and sucking with fervour.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, I suckle and lick Zayne's throbbing shaft, my tongue tracing every vein and contour, coaxing moans of pleasure from deep within him. The taste of his skin, salty and intoxicating, dances across my senses, driving my hunger for him to new heights. As I lavish attention upon him, I allow my saliva to cascade down his length, glistening in the dim light of the room like liquid silk.

He gathers my hair into his firm grip, guiding it with care as I continue to lavish attention on his throbbing cock.

With each descent, I push myself to take him deeper, feeling the tension in his muscles as I brush against the back of my throat. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me, turning me on like never before. I embrace the gagging, the tightness, knowing that each vibration emanating from my mouth only serves to heighten his pleasure.

Through it all, I remain attuned to his responses, the subtle shifts in his breathing and the way his body tenses beneath my touch. I revel in the power I hold over him, the control I wield with each flick of my tongue and gentle suck. In this moment, I am his ultimate source of pleasure, and I am determined to leave him trembling with satisfaction.

Zayne took a moment to deliver a sharp spank to my ass, heightening the intensity of the moment, before allowing me to continue drooling and licking eagerly over every inch of his pulsating member. “So fucking needy for me”, he remarked, his voice filled with both lust and dominance.

His breath hitched with each eager stroke of my tongue, his arousal palpable in the air. With his hand still firmly gripping my hair, Zayne guides me in syncopated rhythm, each motion synchronised with his eager thrusts. The sensation of his commanding touch and the rhythm of our movements fuel my desire to please him further, driving me to new heights of arousal and surrender. I swirled my tongue over every inch of his tip and length, tracing the contours of his throbbing cock. With each lick, I could feel the veins pulsating beneath my touch, a tangible sign of his arousal and my effect on him.

“I love your cock, I love it I love it I love it,” I murmured, taking a brief pause from sucking to express my admiration. Then, with a subtle hum of pleasure, I resumed, each moan vibrating through him and further intensifying the pleasure.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. Suddenly, he shoved my entire head and mouth onto his hard erection, ramming it deep—causing me to choke and gag. Despite the overwhelming sensation, he knows my limits and where to draw the line. “Choke on this,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority.

He withdrew his cock from my mouth and spat into it, the warm liquid mingling with my own saliva as he reclaimed his dominance—guiding his member deep into my mouth once more. For a few exhilarating seconds, he holds it there, allowing me to feel every pulsation, before withdrawing, leaving me gasping for air. Eyes watery, mouth drooling, I'm a trembling mess before Zayne, consumed by desire.

As my eyes roll backward from the intensity, the overwhelming sensation only heightens my craving for him, for the taste of his cock filling my mouth. I revel in the act of choking on his dick, each gasp for breath fuelling my arousal. My pussy throbs with need, aching for the feeling of him deep inside me. Zayne withdraws his dick from my mouth and then firmly grasps my cheeks, pulling my face close to his. His gaze pierces mine before claiming my lips with a hungry kiss. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes against my lips, his words dripping with raw desire.

"Please, fuck me," I pleaded, meeting his gaze with desperation and desire.

"Why? You don’t need it. You can cum on your own," Zayne teased, his words laced with a hint of punishment for my earlier transgression—having an orgasm without waiting for him.

I begged him even more fervently.

"Mmm, beg me more. I kinda like it," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. So I obeyed, my pleas growing more urgent. "Please, please, fuck me. I want to be your cum dumpster. I need your cock, Zayne. I need it inside of me,” I whimpered, my desperation palpable in evert word. My moans and pleas became increasingly frantic as my need for him grew more desperate.

The air crackled with tension as my words hung in the space between us.

Zayne moaned in response, his hunger evident as he caved in to my desire. With a commanding tone, he instructed me to remove my bra, and I complied without hesitation. Still on the bed before him, his erection throbbing with anticipation, he lifted me effortlessly from the bed, positioning me to straddle him. Facing each other, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his arousal against my skin. His arms and hands locked underneath my thighs, providing support as he carried me higher, his lips descending to suckle and tease my hardened nipples. The sensation was electrifying.

With a deliberate motion, he pressed me firmly against the wall near the bed, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. As he slid his cock inside me, a wave of overwhelming sensation washed over me, rendering me breathless and powerless to resist. I moaned in response, my voice echoing in the room, as his movements grew increasingly fervent and needy.

With each thrust, he plunged deeper into me. My nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon imprints as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. I couldn't suppress my moans of pleasure, each one escaping my lips as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation of his cock inside me. My hands found their way into Zayne's hair, tugging gently as I arched my back, offering myself completely to him. His lips found mine in a fevered kiss, our breath mingling as our bodies moved in perfect sync. I bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour, the ecstasy building with each movement. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I held back, waiting for him to reach the brink of release. "I'm close," Zayne gasped, his breath ragged as he continued to grip my body tightly, driving us both towards ecstasy. "I'm on a pill. I need that cum buried deep inside me," I whispered, my voice barely above a breathy plea. With those words, Zayne's control shattered, his climax erupting with a powerful release as he emptied himself inside me—his cock driving even deeper. And soon after, I climaxed too.

The sensation of his warm seed filling me sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure as I rode out the waves of ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his release, a delicious warmth spreading through me, mingling with the throbbing heat of my own climax. Even as the intensity of our climaxes subsided, I remained insatiable, eager to prolong the connection and savour every moment of our passion. With each movement, I guided his still-throbbing cock back inside me, circling my hips to ensure every drop of his cum was pumped deep within. Our bodies moved in a synchronized dance of desire, the rhythm of our lovemaking echoing through the room.

Zayne's expression was a blend of ecstasy and dazed—almost incredulous, that I still had the energy to keep him in such a state of bliss. He then lifted me, his cum dripping from my pussy to the floor, leaving me feeling simultaneously full and empty without his cock inside me. Despite the overwhelming sensations, he maintained his firm grip underneath my thighs, refusing to let go. He buried his face in my breasts, still riding the high of our shared climax.

Still carrying me, he guided us back onto the bed with gentle guidance. As we lay intertwined on the bed, his heartbeat resonating against my skin—enveloping me in a comforting embrace. Zayne's care and tenderness washed over me like a soothing balm. With tender kisses, he traced a path along my neck and shoulders, each touch a soothing balm to the lingering sensations of our lovemaking. His lips whispered words of affection and reassurance, filling the room with a sense of warmth and intimacy.

I nestled closer to him, feeling the weight of his body against mine, grounding me in the present moment.

“Don't tease me like that again,” he murmured in a low tone, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. I couldn't resist teasing him further. "Or what? You gonna punish me again?" I retorted, a mischievous glint in my eye as excitement bubbled within me. Zayne's smirk only widened as he cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. "Come on, let’s go shower," he suggested, his tone laced with promise. "I'll make sure you learn your lesson properly this time."

My heart raced with excitement at the prospect of another round of playfulness with him. "Second round?" I suggested eagerly, a playful grin spreading across my face. "Yes, sirrrrr."

—by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

Editor’s note: i saw a meme on reddit and some parts were inspired by it 😀 also, i actually wanted to name this piece 'Midnight Tease' but ultimately chose Lace & Desire instead. What do you think? :) hope you enjoyed this one! ♡

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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Some updates regarding the Dream situation on twitter, in effort to keep people on here informed.

The accuser in question, Amanda, went on a bit of a spree of activity on twitter and tik tok. This included a lot of very ill advised things including doxxing herself, tweeting at Keemstar to cover the situation (later retracted after I think she was told that Keemstar was not someone she wanted to get involved), and making a lot of tweets that brought up some more questions about what her claims specifically were and what evidence she had. An account that she confirmed to be her BF showed up and provided some further information that has made some of the prior claims confusing.

Finally, it seemed that someone offered her good advice. She stated that she didn't have any physical evidence of what took place, and that she was going to the police/to consult a lawyer about what to do. She's been largely silent on twitter since that occurred, her tik tok has deactivated, although it is unclear if she took it down or if it got mass reported or something. Her boyfriend's account on twitter has also deactivated.

In looking through her prior tik toks, someone found a previous video she posted in 2021 showing off dms on instagram that she claimed were from Dream. The dms are partially censored, but when lined up with the current dms claimed, they appear to match up. Importantly, between the two periods, at least three of her messages to Dream were deleted if both videos are assumed to be true. A transcript of the conversations was complied here on reddit, including markings for deleted messages:

The entire conversation was rather dry, sporadic, and doesn't have much to it other than her asking him for advice on becoming a streamer, and finally the snapchat. It's important to note, that despite what some people have said, Dream said he believes the instagram dms to be real, he did not make any statement about the snapchat dms being real, fake, or somewhere in the middle.

Since then, there was some weirdness with a bunch of other accounts making unverified claims, that I am personally choosing to ignore until any of them provide literally any evidence.

One other account, someone called Bee, has very recently claimed to have gone to school with Amanda. They were able to post a yearbook page that appears to be of Amanda, including her full name (something she had already posted). They stated that Amanda had lied in the past about having sexual dms from Dream at their school, including creating fakes to show people. Bee said they don't know if the current instagram dms are real or not, but after they recognized Amanda, they wanted to put forward that she had done something similar like this in the past. Bee has not been able to/cannot prove that Amanda said these things, other than word of mouth, but they do appear to at least have a yearbook that contains Amanda's photo and name.

On Dream's side of things, he has made no further statements on the matter since his twitlonger. Assuming he has gotten in contact with lawyers, he's likely going to be silent about anything to do with this until such time as a court case is filed or his lawyers advise him otherwise. I would expect that to take awhile, particularly if dms have been deleted or removed.

As of this time, we have no statements from lawyers, and it will probably be awhile until we get those from either side.

I am personally still waiting for legal action until I cast any sort of judgement on this situation. The allegations could be true, or they could be false. Lawyers will be better suited to sort this situation out, and it does appear both sides have thankfully gotten lawyers involved. Nothing has been proven as of this point, and it will likely be awhile before we know anything as a matter of fact.

#dreamwastaken #mcyt #discourse #sif speaks

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 8 months

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Hey, how are you ? I wanted to request a scenario that reader has the starry eyes of Ai hoshino, and the cast of bungou stray dogs see pictures and videos of reader as a child. Can you please?

Have a great week and take care ok?

Hello! I am doing good. I hope, you enjoy the scenario. I will take care of myself, thanks for your concern ☺️

Starry eyes

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: BSD cast can't wait to finally see your face. One day, they saw pictures of you. And your eyes.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are Little Light, a shapeless light blob. Embodiment of your emotions, that floating above them, sometimes snuggle to them and purr.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are a figure of light. Always changing presence, that came to them, when their emotions were at the lowest.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are Guiding Light. Human from other world. Reader, who were with them during important moments of their lives. Reader, whose emotions made them feel alive. Reader, whose words made them whole again. Reader, who show them light in this dark, chaotic situation.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are one of the reasons to get into Real World.

🐾 You are many things to them. And BSD Cast wish, that they knew how you look like.

🐾 Every day, Elise draws a picture of you. And every day you have a different appearance.

🐾 And one day, while still been in their world, they saw you.

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"Okay, I have finished scanning my old photos and almost finished with saving my old videos on my computer. Time to store them in cloud drive."

BSD Cast feel exited. Finally, they will see you.

The moment the first photo was stored in cloud drive, Fyodor, Katai and Ango start working on getting it.

Thirty minutes later, BSD Cast gathered in a Meeting Room. Main Screen was lit up. Ango clicked on first file.

The photo appeared on the screen.

Your baby photo.

Melville chuckled.

"They were a cute baby."

Then everyone heard Kenji's gasp. Miyazawa looked at your picture in awe.

"Their eyes are so pretty!"

Everyone finally paid attention to your eyes.

Kenji beamed.

"They have starts in their eyes!"

The next few hours were full of photos and videos. Of a child, of a teenager. Of Their Guiding Light with Starry Eyes.

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🐾 Everyone are mesmerized by your eyes. They are so unique. They already knew that you are unique, and your eyes just a future-proof of you been unique.

🍰 💉 Elise immediately drew a 'correct' picture of you. Despite all his pleads, she didn't drew a second picture for Mori and keep the first one for herself.

🚬🐋 Each member of BSD cast had a few copies of your cutest child photos. Melville and Hirotsu already bragging about how cute you were as a child. Like proud grandfathers.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku feel that you two a somewhat similar, with one of their eyes also a starry. Feel spiritual connection to you. Feel proud of themselves.

🐾 BSD Cast want to see you face to face even more now.

🐾 They want to make sure that stars in your eyes will always shine brightly.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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Chapter Four: All By Myself

a/n: here’s chapter four of my purely self-indulgent fun, which shouldn’t be taken very seriously, if at all fic. haha. wanted to play around with one of my favorite tropes, so here we are with modern day!rich!fake husband!steve harrington x afab!reader.

warnings/tags: hugely unedited (6k words); mention of pet loss; mentions of alcohol; parent loss, both parties; r has a sister and father; smut in later chapters, so 18+, minors dni; additional tags to be added.

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Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Movies, your favorite songs, vacations, the “wedded bliss” away in the Maldives with your husband.

Since then, time seems to move faster than you can keep track of. Days slip into weeks, and before long you’re starting clinical rotations and the endless piles of schoolwork you’re certain your professors enjoy assigning every week.

The desk in your bedroom becomes a host for countless textbooks and notebooks, full to the brim with diagrams you copied, definitions, scribbled up notes.

Mornings are spent there, afternoons too. It’s fine, and it works, because most days Steve’s gone anyway. The company is working on some new property development. Another hotel on some private island, millions of dollars worth of work, but something has gone awry and Steve’s needed at all hours of the day.

At least that’s what he reassures you when you perk up at the kitchen island, trying to catch him before he leaves. When you huff out a sigh as he slips his sunglasses on and says to not wait up.

You never do.

By the time you’re done with your own rotations, your feet are aching and sleep—albeit often disrupted sleep these days, sleeping in an unfamiliar home still—is the only thing on your mind. That and another massage like the one you had back on your honeymoon, where every inch of your body had been tended to.

In the time since returning from your honeymoon, you’ve also begun adding things here and there to the penthouse. Pops of color in the form of new couch cushions in a pastel blue, new curtains to cover the ample windows at night. In the halls and on various surfaces you’ve already put some of your new wedding photos up, giving the illusion of a happily married couple for anyone who may pay a visit.

You’re scheduled for a get together with Steve’s cousin, Theobald Cletus, and his wife, Cami, next weekend. A thought that has you slightly panicked solely because it’s thanks to Steve’s cousin you’re married anyway. Deciding not to dawdle on thoughts of the future, you cast a glance at the oven light in the kitchen, glowing red neon stark against your white walls. Another Saturday by your lonesome, with Steve off to work until who knows when.

With a huff, you walk over to throw your bowl of cereal into the sink, letting the water run for a moment before shutting it and ripping a paper towel to wipe your hands with. Knowing you’re to pick up your client’s dogs in thirty minutes, you set to work cleaning up the place for when Steve gets home. Not that it takes long, given Steve's words on your honeymoon proved true.

He’s often not home for most hours of the day and therefore there’s hardly ever any mess, and the few nights you’ve spent time together since you married, it’s usually food ordered to the suite or dinners with his coworkers. Dinners where you sit at his side, nodding and smiling along as they talk about things you don’t really understand, fake fawning over a husband who you don’t understand most of the time.

There were moments, small ones, that week spent in the Maldives where you thought maybe an attraction ran both ways. And now, his conversation isn’t frequent. You text here and there throughout the day. Questions as to if you’re okay, if your clinicals were running late, if you wanted him to grab you a coffee on his way home. Or on the nights when he stayed at the office until nighttime, you texted him to ask what he might want to eat, if he needed a coffee delivery, if he needed anything. But that’s the extent of it.

It’s almost as if a wall has fallen down since you touched back down in the city. A wall that divides the two of you, stark as the hall that separates your bedrooms. Neither of you seems keen on pushing those barriers, the parameters of your relationship unspoken and yet written in the sands.

Pushing the thoughts to the side, you toss the paper towel you use to wipe the counters down into the garbage and shoot Steve a quick message that you’ll be leaving for a bit to walk around the neighborhood.

He responds quickly. Be safe.

At least you know he cares enough to worry for your safety. The thought has your lip twitching upward, typing back a simple, Ball and chain, remember? You have three more years of me.

He doesn’t respond. You don’t expect him to. It’s been more or less that way for a couple weeks now. Broken conversation, fleeting glances, lowered expectations. Wedded bliss is a dream—a dream you don’t allow yourself. Can’t afford to.

Not now, not as you grab your crossbody bag and shove your phone into the pocket on your leggings, and take to the elevator.

Your dog walking business, if you could call it that as you only had three clients so far, started on a whim. Over the span of a few weeks, and your constant walks through the main floor of your building on your way to meet Hopper, your husband’s personal driver, you bumped into Mrs. Lowell often. The older woman, likely in her sixties by your estimation, waved every morning as she walked her golden retriever, Mimsy, around the neighborhood.

It just so happened that one morning you stumbled upon her in the main floor of your apartment building, cradling her ankle as workers scrambled to call the medical concierge on standby. As any good neighbor would, you brought her flowers when you heard she’d arrived home from the hospital. Long stems in varying pretty shades that brought tears to her eyes. She’d requested you come inside, Mimsy leaping up as you entered, clearly adoring endless affection.

Talking turned into offering to walk her dog as she got better, and conversation about how you were recently married, still getting accustomed to your new life, and juggling school—but that you were looking to help if she needed it. Luckily, she offered to pay, and after a few days, asked if it would be okay to pass your number out to those who might also use a little assistance.

It brought your grand total of dogs to be walked to a measly three; however, people in this neighborhood, you found, were willing to pay generously for said services. With the three clients you’ve secured already, you were able to send your father nearly all of what you’d been earning at your restaurant previously. A few more clients, and you’d be able to cover a good portion of his mortgage, if only to help him while searching for a new job position.

That morning, you were to walk Mimsy, Luca and Jacque. Mimsy, your chipper new golden retriever friend, and Luca and Jacque, two excitable Boston Terriers. The new morning routine gives you a new appreciation for your neighborhood.

Even if Hopper trails by in his car on the sidewalk, in the event you need him. You never do, and you remind him as such, but he’s been there nevertheless.

Hopper’s lovely. Over the course of the weeks since you’ve been back from your honeymoon, you’ve become fast friends with the man. From what you’ve learned, he’s been recently married as well to his wonderful wife, Joyce. He talks about her fondly, all bashful smiles hidden behind the mustache that spills over his top lip.

However, as much as he talks about Joyce, he talks about his daughter, El, all the more. El, his teenager who he’d adopted a few years ago now. Spoke of her like she was a literal sunshine incarnate. He’d also mentioned his step sons, Will and Jonathan. Jonathan, who you remembered, had been your head photographer at your wedding and responsible for all the gorgeous shots now littered through your home that made Steve and you look like a couple deeply in love. Magic, he was literal magic.

All that in mind, you’d suggested you all get together for dinner—even despite Hopper’s protests that “Mr. Harrington is always busy.” Knowing that, you’d still all managed to get together at your home for dinner one night, minus Jonathan. He apparently had gone on some trip to California with one of his good friends named Argyle, if you’d remembered correctly. But the rest of the Hopper-Byers family arrived for dinner and you watched, with a sinking feeling in your gut, as Steve charmed both of the teenagers. Wondered what it was about him that made people gravitate toward him, and if he even noticed he carried that around with him everywhere.

You supposed it made sense, given the burgeoning attraction you held toward the man who spoke to children with a kindness that shocked you, and yet spared you fleeting glances at the door before he left each morning.

Sighing, you stroll down the busy city streets, waving to neighbors in passing, thanking Hopper when he eventually leaves your side long enough to stop and get himself coffee. Or at least you assume it’s just for him, until he pulls out a second drink from his car when you take a moment to stop on a bench, numerous pairs of eyes peering up at you, expectant for a treat.

“Oh, how did you know what I usually order?” You grasp the cup in your free hand, curling the rest of the leashes around your other forearm.

“I didn’t,” he says gruffly, coming to settle down beside you on your bench in the middle of the park you wander into most mornings now. “Your husband sent me the order.”

“My husband,” you say, taking a slow sip. “He’s just…so thoughtful sometimes.”

The lie slips out easily, smiling when Jacque hops up onto the bench beside you, nudging your elbow with his snout. You hold out your bare palm, showing him there are no secret treats on your person, and exhale loudly.

“He thought you might have a long day ahead of you. Think of it as a…gesture. I’m sure he feels bad about spending so much time away now that you two just got back.”

“Oh, I'm sure of it.”

“But he’s a good kid. A good man now. I’ve known him for a few years now, and he means well.”

You take another sip of your drink, nodding. “I know.” A deep exhale falls from your lips, left hand raising in the air. Both your rings sparkle in the early morning light, still heavy around the base of your knuckle. “I married him.”

“That you did.” Hopper chuckles, nodding to your new, furry friends around town. “I think it’s about time we get back home. These three look ready to call it in.”

And he’s right. Hopper is always right. In a new home, so far from your own father, Hopper’s been nothing short of spectacular. A constant support, even on the days when your clinicals have drained you dry. Even when you want nothing more than to go home and curl up in your pajamas and eat ice cream out of a carton. There with a kind word, a gruff response, a joke.

So it comes as a surprise to you when you’re walking out of your late evening class, and see your husband waiting on the curb with the car windows rolled down.

Your friend Daniel, chatting idly beside you, pauses, taking in your husband’s expensive car, before shifting his gaze back to you. Amber, another friend from class, does a double take as well, before settling on the rings on your left hand.

“Mrs. Harrington. Good j—” Your elbow nudges her ribs. Hard. “Ow!”

“Danny, Amber…this is my husband, Steve.”

Steve waves. Or rather, unfurls the fingers on his left hand from around the steering wheel, head dipping slightly in introduction. “Sorry to be rude, but we actually have somewhere to be. It was nice meeting you both.”

They wave as you hike your bag up further over your shoulders, opening the door on the passenger side. Your cellphone clatters into his center console when you drop down, his body jerking from the sound, before he seemingly remembers you have an audience.

It never occurs to you he might touch you, since he hasn’t in weeks, and you can’t really hide as you flinch when he kisses you. A small brush on the corner of your lips, but it jolts you all the same. His lips tug downward as you both wave and pull away from the parking lot, his fingers moving to lower the dial on the music playing from the car speakers.

“Don’t think it sends a ‘we’re happily married’ message if you do that every time I kiss you,” he says numbly, left hand curling tighter around the steering wheel.

“Wasn’t expecting it,” you say, shrugging.

“I’m your husband. Husbands kiss their wives hello.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, training your gaze ahead. “Where’s Hopper?”

“Something came up and he couldn’t make it.”

“And the ‘somewhere we have to be?’” you ask softly.

“I’m meeting with someone over video chat tonight. Different time zones.”

“Work meeting.” At his nod, you lean further into your seat. “How was—”

“I’m picking you up the rest of the week.”

Nose wrinkling, you turn to look at him. “You realize today is my only day in class? I have clinicals at the animal hospital every other day.”

He dips his head, though you don’t think he really knows your schedule. “That’s fine. I’m still picking you up.”

“Okay…”

“Danny seemed nice.”

“If this is because you’re jealous, Steve, it’s really not an issue.” Raising your left hand in the air for emphasis, you give your fingers a little wiggle. “I’m married. To you. Till death do us part, or the end of three years in our case.”

The remainder of your trip is spent in silence. Some love song seeps from his Spotify playlist, a crooning voice you recognize, as it’s the same singer for your choice of first dance as a married couple. It’s only been weeks, and yet your wedding, now nearly two months old, feels like a long distant memory. Steve’s dark tuxedo, your flowing gown, endless dancing, twirling feet, lingering kisses.

Eyes trailing up your husband’s forearm, you sigh, moving to unbuckle yourself when he pulls up and the valet accepts the car keys from him. His hand lingers against your lower back as you walk through the main entrance together, greeting workers as you pass, calls of “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Harrington” meeting your ears.

That hand, the warmth of his palm drops when you enter the private elevator taking you up to your home, and you’re left with the quiet and the four walls of that silver chamber. Your eyes meet your distorted reflection, catch on the downturn of your lips.

You want things to change. Need them to, especially if you’ll be married to this man for the next three years, but questions of how rattle around in your brain. Thoughts come up empty as the doors open and you’re home once more, Steve moving to enter the kitchen, and you drop down against the couch in the living room.

“Maybe we could, I don’t know, watch a movie or something before your meeting?” you suggest airily, grasping the remote from your coffee table, head turned over your shoulder to watch as Steve grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.

Steve pauses near the island, fingers moving to rub along the hair lining his jaw. He rolls his neck slowly, shoulders audibly cracking, smiling softly. “I’m actually about to head into the gym, and then I have that meeting. Do you mind ordering from that Italian place we got from the other night?”

“Do you want what you usually get?”

Chicken Marsala. He’s gotten it the past three times you ordered. You usually opt for the Penne Alla Vodka, the place you found near your new home fantastic for dinners. You’d know, because it’s often where his work friends eat as well, during those dinners where you’re Steve’s doting wife, arm around his, leaning in close, trying to stay afloat.

“That would be great,” he says softly, moving out from behind the island. He enters the living area and comes up behind you, giving your shoulder a quick squeeze. You hear the gentle fumble of his pocket, and you know he’s handing you his credit card before you even have a moment to protest. “Here.”

“I’ve got it tonight,” you tell him, glancing up his forearm, locking your eyes with his hazel ones. “I’ve been…working a little here and there.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to, there’s a difference.”

You haven’t told him everything about your small business. Haven’t mentioned why most of your pay received from it disappears as quickly as you have it. Him paying for school is one thing; you’re not willing to tell him about your father’s situation, about the fact you’ve been supporting Caroline for a few years now, pushing yourself to work endless hours if only to scrape by so she doesn’t have to some day when she’s older. If there’s one thing you know about your new husband, it’s his desire to go above and beyond for those around him. Highly affluent, but you wouldn’t know it from the way he holds himself. Humble, kind, and caring. Doesn’t matter if your relationship is…barely existent, the truth is the truth that even you can’t deny. He’d offer to help your family and you can’t accept that.

Hopper’s words ring true: at his core, in every fiber of his being, Steve Harrington is a good man.

And as much as the strain on your relationship burdens you, life has looked up since you married. A reality that plagues your heart. Because, no, money didn’t make you happy. But having it, the suddenness of your new wealth—it has lightened the weight on your shoulders, given you a chance to breathe, to merely exist without worrying how you’ll manage to cover rent, student loans, Caroline’s necessities, your father’s struggles.

“Just let me take care of it tonight?” Steve pleads, giving your shoulder another squeeze. “And…if I finish my meeting early, we can rent a movie.”

“Really?”

He frowns. It’s a subtle downturn of his lips, and yet it’s there all the same. “I hate the way you just said that. I know I’ve been busy. It’s just—I’m just—”

“It’s fine,” you pat his hand gently, giving him a small smile. “Go. Get to your workout and your meeting. I’ll look for a potential movie…if you can make it.”

He nods and slips from the room, leaving you to pick up where you left off on a rewatch of Gilmore Girls. You’re a few episodes in, head propped up in your hand, elbow resting on the armrest of the couch when Steve slips into the living room.

The sun has long set, the moon bright through the floor to ceiling windows of your home. You catch the freshly washed hair on his head, the thin white tee stretched over the broad expanse of his chest, and swallow at the gray sweats hanging low on his waist as he pads across the plush carpet.

There’s little time to ogle your husband, as his phone pings and he tells you the doorman said the food arrived. Once Steve’s retrieved it, the two of you eat in comfortable silence, starting a movie you’d managed to find on one of his streaming services. Bellies full, he only manages to make it a half hour into the movie before he’s curling on his side on the couch opposite of yours and falling asleep.

You can’t even be mad, because he tried. You’ll give him that.

This time.

You’re mad. And, quite frankly, upset at Steve Harrington.

It’s pouring in the city. Endless rain droplets splattering across busy streets. Dark clouds flash with lightning up above, the rumble of thunder echoing soon thereafter. People move in and out of puddles on sidewalks, bodies bumping, shoulders brushing, buzzing like the traffic on gridlocked roads.

Ironic, given the state of the day.

Ironic, given your mood.

Your heart aches. Every inch of your body is still reeling over your day of clinicals—over what you witnessed for the first time. Pain of loss first hand, up close and personal, shaking you to your very core.

You’d been texting Steve. Short quips here and there throughout the day. More mindful than he has been in the past few weeks. Motivated by the silly jealousy he’d felt over Danny, you’re not sure, but if it prompted him to try harder you weren’t going to complain.

But now he was late. And not even by a few minutes, but an hour.

Steve. They’re not going to let me stay here much longer to keep dry. The practice closes soon. Am I just taking a train home?

No response.

None.

Unanswered like your last few messages.

Steve?

Dearest Husband?

EARTH TO DINGUS.

Nothing.

One of the veterinary technicians calls your name where you stand near the front door, her voice high and tight over the light music streaming from a speaker in the distance. Head turning, you tuck your phone into your pocket, walking back down the hall from whence you came, fingers tapping along the countertop.

“We’re heading out soon,” Valerie says, putting away the last of her things in her pocketbook. “Are you sure you have a ride?”

“Yeah.” But there’s no vibration of a text in your pocket. A fact that makes your stomach sink further in your belly. “My husband will be here any minute. I’m sure of it.”

Only he’s not. You watch as the veterinarians and technicians leave. As the lights flicker off in the building. As they all wave you goodbye as you sit outside on that bench, clothes plastered to your skin, rain chilling you to the bone.

There’s no text. No explanation. Only the silence of a message unanswered. Frustrated, and increasingly tired, you thumb at the rings on your hand. Watch as the diamonds twirl around and around, as droplets of rain slash against your scrubs, your backpack, and likely your books as well.

Then finally, a car pulls up on the sidewalk. Blacked out windows, dark vehicle, and an older man behind the wheel, rolling down the window and waving your way.

Hopper.

Not…Steve.

“Sorry, Mrs. Harrington,” he says, and it’s only then you realize you must have outwardly expressed your disappointment. “Traffic was endless today.”

“I just…” Your voice trails off as you clamber into the passenger seat, eyes locked on the road ahead, drops of rain gliding down the windshield capturing your attention. Staving off the hurt bubbling in your chest. “Today wasn’t a good day. And you’re always a welcomed sight, but I—”

“You don’t have to explain, kid.”

Uncertainty wells, and disappointment grows. It’s hard to pinpoint why. There’s no presently romantic nature to your relationship, but you can’t help but to recall those moments before your wedding, when you’d been overcome with fear and anticipation of what you were about to do. Can’t help but remember his hands within your own, the gentle cadence of his voice, the way his fingers had dragged along the back of your palm. How he’d held your gaze as you walked down the aisle, and never once strayed until you were both ready. Now it’s the realization that he’d told you he’d be there. And, in a sense, you wanted him to be. Wanted to see him, if for nothing at all than to be present. A solid form in a day that has felt like being swept up in a storm and tossed out into unknown territory. Yet you’re left, sitting in a vehicle with a man who you love and adore, and the stone that sinks to the pit of your stomach over the fact that Steve had told you one thing, and done another.

Said he’d be there and wasn’t.

That part—that’s the part that hurts the most.

Steve’s neck deep in another issue with work when you come barreling in, scrubs soaked, stethoscope swinging around your neck, eyes reddened and puffy. He’s about to say something from where he sits at the kitchen island when you open the refrigerator door and pull out a bottle of wine left to chill, tossing your things on the counter before pulling a glass out of the cabinet.

He winces as you slam it down onto the counter, pouring yourself a glass of rosé. “Those are the nice glasses we got from our party!” he complains, watching as you down the first glass and pour a second. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Long day,” you mumble, flipping through mail. You pause in the middle of ripping an envelope open, eyes darting to his laptop, and then to his face. “Guess you’ve been busy.”

“I’m always busy.”

“I know.”

The way you say it. The coldness in your tone. He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t like it. Hates the bite that’s there behind your words. Hates how you won’t even look at him at this moment. And it’s in that he knows something is wrong.

“What’s wrong?” he tries again, shutting the laptop.

Your head shakes slowly and he watches as you maneuver around him, making your way toward the hallway leading to your bedroom. A chair squeals along the tile as he follows you, shoulder thumping the corner in his hastiness, fingers curling around your shoulder just as your fingers touch the door handle of your bedroom and start to turn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Harrington.”

Harrington.

It’s not said in your normal, teasing tone. No—there’s only hurt there. A wobbly attempt.

“Something is wrong, and I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me.”

“Steve…just stop.”

“No, you’re angry and I want to know why.”

“I told you, I had a long day.” Lie. Or not. Regardless, it’s not the full truth, and it grates on his nerves. “I just want to go to bed.”

He groans. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

Your eyes flicker in the darkness. Sorrow settles across your features. Brows furrow in the middle of your forehead, lips downturn, shoulders slouch. A low exhale spills from your lips, fingers brushing along one of the many new photo frames lining the walls. He follows the line of your forearm and glances at the picture displayed there; he’s holding you close, arm around your waist, forehead against yours. Your dress trails behind you, bouquet behind your back, the bend of your spine elegant and striking. Beautiful. And happy.

You don’t look happy right now, though.

“Do you know what time my clinicals end?”

The question catches him off guard. “Five thirty. Unless you text me that you’re running late.”

“What time is it now?”

He looks down at his watch and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Seven thirty. Look, I’m sorry okay? I had a meeting that ran late so I sent Hopper. I don’t see the problem here.”

An empty laugh falls from you, the heel of your palm pressing to your forehead. “I have to study.”

“We’re not done here.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I think there is—”

“I have to study, Steve.”

“Fine,” he says, dipping his head. He turns to walk back down the hall, glancing over his shoulder when the creak of your bedroom door greets his ears. “Guess we’re already fighting like an old married couple. I didn’t sign up for this.”

“You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

Your bedroom door slams, and he flinches, because he knows your words are true. He regrets what he said as soon as you disappear from his sight, and the sound of you crying drowns out the hard beat of his racing heart.

Guilt seeps into his veins as a half hour passes. Then another. And another. All of which is spent with him sitting in your kitchen contemplating what he can do to rectify the situation. Sighing, he calls his mother and asks for her suggestions. Her resounding laugh on the other end makes him feel like an even bigger idiot, but he’s left with the idea of a “grand gesture” apology. Something to make up for the fact he had, in fact, been an asshole.

It’s been quite some time since he’s made a home cooked meal, though he knows you tend to shop a bit here and there as of late. Luckily, there are enough things around the kitchen to make your penne dish, and he sets to work. Turns on the radio as he gets everything together and starts. Hums along to Al Green when the song switches and one of his begins.

Before long, the smell of sauce filters throughout the home, seemingly coaxing you from your hiding. He pauses when he hears you. Hears the soft sounds of your slippers hitting the tile, reddened eyes coming up to meet him where he’s cooking away at the stovetop.

Whirling around, his fingers slide along the apron around his waist—your waist—muttering, “I’m sorry I’m using your apron. I just—”

“You cook?”

He chuckles, nervously kneading the back of his neck with a palm. “I used to. Before…my dad. When I had a little more free time.”

“Oh.”

“I made your favorite,” he says, trying to not be too overly chipper. Seemingly to prove his point, he lifts the cover to the pot. You lean in closer, shoulder barely touching his. Shudder as he lifts a hand and brushes at the curve of your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole and you’re right and I’m sorry. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure with the company and—”

“It’s fine,” you say softly, shrugging. “I know what our marriage is and isn’t.”

And he hates that too. The fact you only look at him with disdain at present, hoodie you must have pulled on too big on your frame, shoulders slouching, sadness in your eyes. Hates that he’s to blame for putting it there. Placing the cover back on the pot, he turns fully to you. Grasps your palm in his, tests the weight of it against his skin. Watches your face for any reaction.

When you don’t flinch or pull away he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think and I should have texted you. You’re still my friend and I’m sorry that I just assumed that would be okay.”

You nod slowly. Exhale shakily, brushing at your eyes. “I just…today was really hard. And I don’t know—I know it’s silly but…”

You wanted him there. He knows exactly what you’re trying to say, because he’s often felt it too. The awareness of your presence, even when he can’t spend time with you or offer you more than a fleeting look to keep you at a distance and protect his heart, is still a comfort he can’t quite place.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, looping an arm around your shoulders. Your face presses into his chest, one of your arms coming to curl around his waist. “I’m really sorry.”

“I watched a family say goodbye to their best friend today,” you mumble out against his skin, and the brokenness in your voice as you try to keep the tears at bay has him holding you tighter. “Fifteen years and all those memories. They held him as he crossed the rainbow bridge and I just—”

“Shhh.” His palm comes up to slide along the middle of your back as you start to cry into him. “And I was an asshole,” he adds, chest tightening in his sorrow over seeing you hurt this way. Over the top of your head, he wipes at his burning eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to do that today, and I’m sorry I pushed you.

You pull back a little in his arms. Back of your hands wiping your tears away, you inhale deeply, then exhale the same. “I can’t live the next three years like this. Like two people who just…exist in the same space together but don’t interact.”

“I know,” he agrees.

“Something needs to change.”

“I know.” You’re back against his chest, both arms now snug around his waist, keeping him close. “I’m open to any suggestions, because…I think at the very least we need to be friends.”

“You are my friend, Steve. I just wish you were more present.”

“I will be,” he promises, cradling the back of your head with a broad palm.

“Okay…then I think we have weekly nights in. Like this, where one of us cooks,” you suggest against his shirt, voice muffled by fabric.

“Done.”

“Phone and laptop need to be away completely on those days.”

“…Done.” He can do that. “And on other days?”

“If you can be off the phone at a certain time, maybe we could actually, I don’t know, spend some nights together? Even if it’s just watching Gilmore Girls or a movie with me.”

He snorts, knowing you’ve been rewatching the show lately on the nights you’re not holed up studying. “I’ll tell the office after I pick up my wife from school I’m off for the evening. Anything else?”

“No.” You shake your head, slipping free from his grasp. “I think that’s a good start. And I think you groveling by making me my favorite dinner is another good start.”

He barks out a laugh at that and languishes in the smile that tips your lips upward, knowing he, to some degree, put it there. “I called my mom and everything.”

“Oh no! You were scared I was going to murder you in your sleep,” you chuckle, lifting the cover to the pot and taking a deep breath.

“Can you blame me?”

“Guess not,” you tease, hopping up onto the countertop. “Hey, Steve?”

He steps closer to where you’re sitting, his thigh brushing against your bare kneecap. Your fingers reach for his left hand, dragging it to rest it against your lap, thumb running along his wedding ring. He’s not sure why, but the very act itself has him a little breathless, eyes trailing where your thumb brushes against the metal. Then higher, toward your face, the way your eyelashes gently kiss the tops of your cheeks as you glance down to where the two of you are connected.

“I also think we need to…do things like this more.” Your palm squeezes around him for emphasis. “Define the parameters of touch, so it’s not so jarring when we’re out in the real world and trying to look like a real couple. Kind of like how it was in front of Amber and Danny the other day. If people are going to believe us, we can’t have more of those situations popping up.”

“Okay…” He takes another step closer. “What might that look like to you? I want whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“When we’re out in public in front of your coworkers, I wouldn’t mind if you…I don’t know? Hold me against you. Maybe a kiss on the forehead. A peck. I feel like those are good starts.”

“I can do that,” he says, giving your hand another squeeze for reassurance. “In front of friends, like your classmates, what I did the other day was fine?”

“Yeah,” you say, eyes meeting his hazel ones. “What about when we’re home?”

“I think at the very least a hug when we’re both home,” he suggests. “Friends hug, don’t they?”

“They do.” You nod.

He cards his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. “Again, I’m really sorry. I know I’ve been…distant since we got home, and I understand that the next three years won’t work if I keep doing that. You don’t deserve that, and I never, ever intended to make you cry.”

You glance down at your intertwined hands, and Steve feels the breath in his lungs hitch, until you tip your head up again and murmur, “Can I cash in on another hug? For practice, naturally.”

He’s already slipping between the space you’ve made for him with your thighs, drawing you flush against him, cradling the back of your head. Hopes you can feel the breadth and depth of his words through touch.

“For practice.”

He can feel you smile against his shoulder and suddenly his chest tightens with a feeling he has no name for. Just knows it sparks something warm, like sweet honey, in his blood.

“But do it again and you might not see the morning.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

There, in that kitchen, with dinner simmering and his arms around you, Steve exhales. Because he’s given a new start, a turning page on a hard day in your short marriage. A new start.

And he doesn’t know why, but something shifts.

The mere thought terrifies him.

#lunalovessteve #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader fanfic #Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington modern au #fake husband!steve harrington

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drasticemotions · 1 month

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yall im saying fuck it n face revealing cause I still haven’t recovered from my photo op with jared and I just have to share it on a place where I know it’ll be appropriately respected and so I can finally yap about my full experience with j2

so hey dats me

I died dead

I refuse to believe that that is actually me in the photo cause what do you mean?? I was in jarpads arms??

He was so nice I was low-key losing my shit after meeting Jensen, we took the photo with him first (just a normal side hug with me and my sister on each side) and exiting that going straight in line for Jared. I was shaking there was a pause in the line for a bit and then Jensen just appeared next to me??? Walking past and I was just confused Pikachu looking back and forth across the room to my sister and back to Jensen, I didn’t have my phone on me and didn’t know what to do cause he just appeared (all he did was walk past but that’s enough for me).

Anyway I was very much shaking and was so nervous, I felt like I looked like a wreck and didn’t know how the photo was gonna go since ahbl12 was my first con, but guys I shit you not it became my turn and I stared right into this gorgeous man’s eyes said hi…I think I blacked out cause he had his arms slightly opened and I just walked into them, I genuinely don’t remember what happened I think my eyes started watering cause it was such a genuine hug and just looked at the camera and smiled.

I don’t think I could’ve ever asked for a better photo I’m so genuinely happy in that moment and life has been a lot as of late and it felt like that all disappeared, I don’t usually smile with my teeth showing anymore but it just appeared naturally, Jared is such a genuinely great guy and I’m so glad I leaped at the chance of getting the ticket and going.

He was so incredibly nice at the autographs too, Jensen as well but I could tell both of them were absolutely beat they looked so tired, Jensen is intimidating and I was rendered speechless when I got him to sign my Dean funko pop, I was also the only one in line everyone else at that point was waiting in Jared’s line so I felt extremely isolated and awkward 🫣 like what do I do what do I say. Jared I gained some of that courage back and went for it, I was able to thank him for just generally being amazing and how much meeting him meant for me, which I haven’t really told anyone it feels like one of those moments I just had to keep to myself. He put his hand on his heart and I didn’t wanna get in trouble for continuing on so I wished him a good night and left. I don’t know how I got through the day without crying (I am a very emotional person especially when it comes to my fandoms), I cried in the hotel room after lmao

It was really just the best day ever and I’d do it a million times over. I rightfully have that photo on fucking everything, I won’t shut up about this until the next con and even then I still won’t shut up about it. Just meeting the cast and doing something like this, I’ve wanted to do something not even relating to supernatural but just conventions themselves seem like some of the coolest things to be able to attend (America obviously having the better half of that spectrum over Australia but I’ll take what I can get).

I will hopefully be back next year to see Misha and Jensen, if my bank account doesn’t run away from me

#this is terrifying I never thought I’d ever show my face on here #I haven’t really had the chance to actually talk about my day and experience with j2 with anyone #supernatural #spn #jared padalecki #ahbl12 #jensen ackles #photo ops #jarpad #jackles #2024 #supernatural convention #spn con #dean winchester #sam winchester #crying cause of the matching flannels ANYWAY

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lurkingshan · 2 months

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Anticipating the LITBC Adaptations

One of the questions @bengiyo asked us this week is what parts of the book we are most looking forward to seeing in the upcoming film and drama adaptations. I had a good convo with @doyou000me and @stuffnonsenseandotherthings in the comments here, and I wanted to talk a bit about why I am excited for these adaptations.

Most folks who watch a lot of South Korean media know that there is precious little LGBTQ+ representation in Korean dramas and film. In mainstream kdrama, we are lucky if we get a queer side character a couple times a year, and it's even more rare for those characters to get a romantic partner (but not unheard of, see Be Melodramatic my beloved). There has been a big uptick in Korean bl production over the last few years, but most of those projects are underfunded and fly under the radar (with notable exceptions like Semantic Error, The Eighth Sense, and Love for Love's Sake). So it is a very big deal to me to see two mainstream adaptations of Love in the Big City, a story that is undeniably centered on a queer lived experience.

Let's talk about the film first. When I first saw the announcement that we would get a film adaptation starring Kim Go Eun, Steve Noh, and Kang Ha Neul, I was ecstatic. These are huge names in Korean media, drama headliners and movie stars. Now, does the choice to focus only on part 1 and center the story on Jaehee mean this project likely won't feel fully rooted in Young's queer perspective? Absolutely, we should recognize that and manage our expectations accordingly. But there will be a mainstream film about the relationship between a woman and a gay man living together, and that is already a very big deal for South Korea. We have to look at this project from the context of Korean social politics and recognize that it signifies progress. And I am still hopeful that Young will feel like a fully realized character, even if we are unlikely to see the full extent of his depth and complexity represented in this film.

And that is where the drama comes in. Sang Young Park himself is the screenwriter for this adaptation, and based on the production photos @my-rose-tinted-glasses shared here, we are getting all four parts of the story in this version. The cast here is not as famous as the film headliners, but they are recognizable, solid actors who have had main roles in other dramas. I don't know how these two projects came to be made at the same time, so I can only say that having them premiere around the same time is genius, whether by intention or happenstance. Because I can easily imagine that people who are exposed to this story for the first time via the film might then go check out the drama, where they will see a much fuller picture of Young's life and an authentic queer experience. @archiveofmystuff shared that there has been some reporting about the long process to secure funding for this full novel adaptation, and I'm not surprised it was difficult. But with Sang Young Park attached I feel confident that we will get a solid version of this story, even if it can't get quite as explicit about all the gory details as the novel did. I can't wait to see Young, Jaehee, Umma, Hyung, and Gyu-ho on my screen, and I'll be so curious to see how he structures the show to fit the four parts of his novel into eight 50-minute episodes. There are so many exciting possibilities and I am feeling optimistic.

TL; DR: it's a big deal that these adaptations are being made, and it will surely result in more people seeing Young's story. It's a signal of positive progress in the Korean media landscape, and I welcome it.

#love in the big city #litbc book club #korean bl #kdrama #shan shouts into the void

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khazadspoon · 5 months

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THIS prompt. Based on the vibe of THIS photo:

For some reason I’m now in stunt man/actor territory… have a tentative au idea!!! Sorry it isn’t longer, it’s been a Day.

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The so-called “heroic” leading man had obviously never fired a shotgun before. It wasn’t a particularly heroic weapon, more likely to be carried by villains or their lackeys in these big motion pictures, but Blondie had still expected a little experience given the man’s career.

He and the supporting lead, a man Blondie was slowly beginning to call an actual friend, watched in amusement as the star of the show fumbled with the prop. Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez (who often grumbled about his full name never being used for promotional posters or advertising) let out a quiet snort of laughter. Their shoulders bumped as the man leaned into him.

Blondie shot him a half smile. He’d smiled more on this set than any in recent memory. “And that,” he said dryly, “was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

Tuco laughed again, louder this time, and clapped Blondie on the shoulder. The costume rings on his hand dug in through Blondie’s t-short when he squeezed. “You’re telling me! His elbow needs to be a little higher, and if he doesn’t get his finger off the trigger whenever that damn thing’s in his hand I’ll scream.”

Blondie hummed, aware of Tuco’s hand resting on his shoulder now, focused on how it wasn’t moving away. A curious thing about Tuco, how he joked with everyone on set but only really spent time with Blondie between takes. The man had many friends it seemed, but he didn’t want to spend more time with them than he needed to. Blondie, who was just the stunt double, who had no scenes with Tuco directly, and who had been brought on hastily half way through when the previous guy quit for medical reasons, was the one he gravitated towards.

The director clicked his fingers and motioned for Blondie to come over. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the motion, but directors were their own breed, no use in fighting them.

“More gun lessons. Duty calls…” He tipped his head to Tuco and patted the small of his back, thin layers of fabric moving under his hand. It was a good costume, a little revealing at the front but he wasn’t going to complain about that. Tuco was rarely cast for his looks. Blondie privately thought that was a shame; there was a rugged, unrefined beauty about the man, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on until the man smiled at you and rendered you speechless.

Tuco grinned at him. Blondie’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “Tell the kid to keep his elbow up.”

“And his finger off the trigger. Got it. God forbid you start screaming, Tuco.”

The man’s grin became a smirk, something about it warming Blondie’s belly. “Only for the right reasons, amigo; only for the right reasons.” He winked, teeth gleaming, and sent Blondie off with a wave.

Blondie shook his head and mentally calculated the time remaining before lunch. No doubt Tuco had something to say about the cornbread and grits on the menu. He couldn’t wait to hear it all.

#blonco #blondie #tuco ramirez #the good the bad and the ugly

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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 months

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Take a picture [it will last longer]

AN: This is just filth. There we go. Porn with a smidge of plot. Enjoy!

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted

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Bingo Fills -

@buckybarnesbingo k3: AU: Artist/Muse

@stuckybingo G1: Kink - Blindfolds

@steverogersbingo C1: Body Pose/Position Protocol

Build a Bucky Bingo by @buckybarnesevents: Jan: Dom Big Dick Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Bucky was just planning to spend the afternoon helping his sub get his body poses correct, and he wasn’t expecting to be so inspired. But when the muse hits, you have to follow. It’s a good thing his sub is the best boy ever, always wanting to please his dom.

Relationship: Dom Photographer Bucky Barnes x Sweet Himbo Sub Steve

Chapter word count: 4.2k

CW: Modern AU, D/S relationship, Sir/Boy dynamic, Himbo Twunk Steve, Dom Bucky, an Artist and his Muse, Blindfolds, Collaring, Leash, Submissive Body Positions, brief mention of exhibitionism, brief mention of semi-public sex, brief mention of Pet Play, Explicit Sexual Content, Safe Sane and Consensual, Pre-established relationship, Bucky Barnes POV

The shutter on his camera clicked as Bucky took a photo, then he shifted to the right, looking at the play of light across his canvas, and took another. This was the best idea he’d had in a few weeks, and now his mental juices were flowing: he could just imagine a book full of the classiest images.

Not these ones, though. The ones he was taking now would be just for him to look at. If he went ahead with the idea, he’d have to actually set up a proper photoshoot with lighting and make-up, and maybe a few different models. At least, if he did that he wouldn’t be trying to take pictures with his cock trying to fight its way out of his pants.

A small whine broke the relative quiet, significantly louder than the subtle click of his camera, and Bucky lowered it to take in the sight in front of him without it being filtered through a viewfinder.

Steve, his beautiful golden retriever of a boyfriend, and the subbiest twunk he’d ever met, was positioned in front of him in the most delectable manner. A red blindfold was wrapped across his eyes, and other than the matching collar and lease, that was the only item of clothing he wore. He was positioned on his hands and knees - Table pose - back flat, abs tight and his heavy, half chubbed cock hanging towards the floor. And because he was in table pose, Bucky had decided to make use of him like that. Upon his back was a silver tray, which in turn held a flute of champagne.

Steve had been holding that pose for five minutes now, as Bucky took his shots, but he was strong and Bucky knew he could manage for much longer than that.

When Bucky had decided that Steve needed to practise his poses this afternoon, he hadn’t intended to turn it into an impromptu photography session. But Steve was his muse, and inspiration had struck as soon as the muscular blond had adopted the Kneel pose, sitting back on his knees, back straight, chin up and hands palm down on his thighs. The afternoon light streaming in through the huge floor to ceiling windows had been perfect, casting highlights over Steve’s pale, freckled skin, corn coloured hair and blindfold that Bucky had placed on him.

And his boy was so good, because Bucky hadn’t had to say a word, hadn’t needed to command Steve to stay still and wait, as he’d briefly left the living room to acquire his favourite SLR from his study. Steve didn’t move a muscle, a perfect Sub just waiting for instructions.

After Kneel, Bucky had instructed Steve to adopt the Humble pose, and when he leaned forward, head resting on the back of his arms as he pressed them to the floor, his knees moved apart, showing off his tight hole, heavy balls and thick cock. Despite the fact that Steve must have known he was being photographed, he didn’t say a word. Such a good boy.

When Bucky had taken all the shots he wanted of Steve’s supplication, - the play of light across his muscles was extraordinary - he ordered him back onto his hands and knees, grabbed the end of his lease and had him crawl closer to Bucky’s arm chair. Once the right distance away, with just one word Steve shifted into the Stool position. Bucky sat down and raised his legs, his black, italian leather shoes settling right into the small of Steve’s back.

He carefully angled his camera so that the only part of himself in frame was those shoes. Juxtaposed with just how big Steve actually was, it just highlighted the submissive element of the pictures. Not that Bucky was small by any means, but Steve was a few inches taller and his muscles more defined. Bucky was thicker, a little heavier. Pure Dom.

The Table pose had come after the Stool. Bucky had lost sense of how long they’d been going, but he knew that Steve was in that beautifully soft headspace, with how his movements between poses became a little more laggy each time as he tried to tune back in to what he was being told.

He’d explained how it felt to Bucky once, that intoxicating headspace where everything was quiet, stress-free and comfortable, his mind wandering without any thought or desire other than to please his Dom.

However, they were almost done. Just one more pose for Steve to hold and then Bucky’s sweet boy, and Bucky himself, would get their reward. Bucky could hardly wait. They way Steve just gave it all up for him, whenever he asked, was a heady experience.

When they’d first met, in a dingy gay nightclub in Manhattan, neither man had been looking for a relationship, just a quick hook-up. However, when Bucky had teased Steve back at the blond’s apartment calling him a ‘bad boy’, he’d suddenly looked so upset that Bucky had immediately known the young man had a praise kink as big as Staten Island. And if that didn’t just press Bucky’s buttons!

“Oh, you wanna be a good boy, huh?” he’d purred, with just a hint of derision. Steve had just nodded emphatically, lower lip between his teeth, but Bucky wasn’t having any of that. “Words, sugar.”

“I-I wanna be a g-good boy,” Steve had mumbled. Bucky had combed his fingers into the mess of golden hair, then sharply gripped it and pulled Steve’s head back, making him whine. “W-wanna be your good b-boy. S-Sir.”

Hearing the honorific fall from Steve’s lips had almost made Bucky blow his load in his pants then and there. “And does my good boy have a safe word?” Bucky’s excitement had been off the charts, but he’d tried to keep himself outwardly calm, maintaining his Dom aura.

“Queens,” Steve had stuttered. Bucky had leant forward, lips against Steve’s ear.

“What about a colour?” he’d asked with a nip to the soft lobe.

“Green, Sir. Oh God!”

What had transpired next had been the best sex Bucky had had in a long time. His favourite part had been when Steve had started to cry after the fifth time Bucky had denied him his orgasm while fucking him on his cock. He’d leant forwards and licked the salty tears from Steve’s face as he’d lain on his back, big hands holding his muscular legs bent and spread wide, trembling with need. Bucky swore that was the moment he fell in love. Or at least in deep, deep lust. Bucky had stayed the night, which was very unlike him, and when Steve had tentatively asked for his number the next morning, he’d found he couldn’t deny him that.

He’d spent the rest of the day in an artist’s haze, having taken hold of his camera straight after his shower once he’d returned home. He’d gone out on a walk and ended up taking photos of everything in sight, seeing them now highlighted with a radiance they hadn’t had the day before. Those photos had become the basis for a new series that he’d ended up displaying in the ICP, and also convinced him that maybe being in a proper relationship wouldn’t be so bad.

Now it was nine months later and Steve had moved permanently into Bucky’s penthouse apartment. Despite Bucky’s wealth and prosperity, Steve had insisted on keeping his job at the local gym as a class instructor and personal trainer, much to Bucky’s amusement. He liked that Steve was insistent on still maintaining his independence, and not acquiescing to Bucky’s attempts to make him a kept man. Also, Bucky would feel bad about depriving the world of Steve in tight shorts and spandex. He’d decided one day to surprise his lover and pick him up from his shift, and having arrived early, had snuck in to watch Steve finish off teaching his spin class.

However, the sight of Steve’s muscular thighs barely contained by his short shorts, the way the seat of the spin bike was being almost devoured by that sinful ass, and how his sleeveless tee was stained wet with fresh sweat, had almost destroyed his brain. He didn’t know whether he wanted to photograph Steve - which he knew he wasn’t allowed to do, anyway-, or drag him off the bike and fuck him right there on the floor - also not allowed. Instead, he’d settled for waiting for Steve to finish and then dragging him into the staff locker room, swallowing his cock down and fingering him until he exploded down Bucky’s throat. Steve had babbled incoherently the entire time, and had had to lean on Bucky very suspiciously as they made their way to the car.

Unlike some guys, Bucky wasn’t afraid to let other people see his boyfriend. He was secure in their relationship, knowing that Steve would never take up the blatant offers he regularly received; not only because Steve wasn’t like that, but also, half the time Steve had no idea that he was being flirted with - he just thought people were being nice. Bucky would shake his head and smile to himself.

Also, if Bucky had been jealous about other people seeing Steve, then he wouldn’t be able to indulge his passion for going to the local club. Steve was such a sweet Sub, it would have been heresy not to show him off. His skin was so naturally pale - thanks, Irish genetics - that when it turned it red, whether that was from embarrassment, tears, or a paddle, it just stood out all the more, and Bucky never failed to be struck by the beauty of it.

That was also the crux of it. Steve wasn’t just his lover or his Sub. Steve was also his muse. Whether it was Steve’s body that helped inspire him, or Steve’s delightful, almost naive way of looking at the world forcing him to see the mundane in a new light, Bucky had never been so prolific in his work. Which led them back around to how the current scene had shifted from Bucky’s original idea and gotten his creative juices going. This wasn’t the first time Bucky had photographed Steve during a scene, and he doubted it would be the last. There were already a few tasteful shots printed and framed on the walls of their bedroom.

Bucky set his camera down, lifted the tray from Steve’s back and placed it on their actual coffee table. The mahogany and glass piece of furniture had nowhere near as much beauty as Steve serving the same function. Before instructing Steve into his final and most demanding pose, Bucky picked up the champagne flute and took a mouthful of it - he didn’t want to waste it after all. However, he did decide to test his Sub’s control.

Walking around Steve, who was breathing slowly, his mouth slack, Bucky stopped once again by his ass. He then lifted his arm and tilted his hand, allowing a small amount of the champagne to stream downwards to hit the bottom of Steve’s spine and spill down his crack, over his hole, and drip off of his balls. And Steve, his perfect, perfect boy, didn’t move at all, only letting out a cross between a squeak and a moan as the cold liquid made contact with his warm skin. The sight was so erotic that Bucky didn’t even think of denying himself and just dropped to his knees, poking his tongue into the cleft of Steve’s ass to lick up the fizzing alcohol. Steve squeaked again, and Bucky’s cock twitched in reply. It was just a shame for Steve that he couldn’t see it.

Getting back to his feet, Bucky picked his camera back up and gave Steve the instructions for his final pose.

“Steve. Wheel.” No further elaboration was required. Bucky began to shoot as soon as Steve started to move. He pushed himself to his knees and then to his feet. He raised his arms over his head and let himself bend backwards until his palms met the floor and his stomach was raised to the ceiling. His legs were spread, shoulder width apart for balance, and his cock dangled temptingly between them. Bucky circled him, still taking pictures, but also listening to Steve’s rhythmical breathing. Getting into this pose was no effort for Steve. The trick, though, would be holding it, and Bucky wouldn’t be the sometimes mean Dom that he was if he didn’t make it just a little trickier.

Bucky picked up the tray and carefully balanced it on Steve toned, flat abs. This time there was a reaction from Steve, albeit a very tiny one. Just the briefest of flinches as the cool metal touched his stomach. Bucky stroked his hand down Steve’s tensed thigh.

“Good boy. You’re doing so well for me. Almost done now.”

Steve whined, making Bucky’s smile broader. He took more pictures, making sure he’d gotten one from every angle, capturing every shaft of light and the way Steve’s leash had slid past his right shoulder to dangle and then coil onto the floor by his head. He zoomed in, capturing the peppering of sweat droplets on Steve’s brow. How one of his freckles was distorted through the salty liquid. There was a small tremor in Steve’s arms and thighs now - Bucky could see the muscles twitching. His boy had had enough. Bucky might be mean sometimes, but he never set Steve up to fail knowing how badly that would affect him. He capped his camera, placing it up on the bookshelf knowing he wouldn’t need it again today, and then removed the tray with its half full glass of champagne still on it. Leaving Steve where he was, he walked through to the kitchen, downed the rest of the alcohol and washed up the flute. Again, he didn’t hurry himself walking back through to the living room, and as he took in the vision that was Steve once more, he felt a rush of emotion. Love. Lust. Protectiveness. Joy. Steve gave him all of these things and accepted them back in return.

“Steve, Kneel.”

With a muted sigh, Steve let himself slip to the ground before righting himself and resuming the first position he’d adopted, back straight, his hands on his thighs. Bucky crouched in front of him and slowly removed the blindfold, adoring the way Steve blinked owlishly at him as his glassy eyes were uncovered. He was still fairly deep in subspace, despite the physical demands that had been placed upon him.

Bucky then took hold of the end of Steve’s leash and stood back up. “Heel.”

Steve hurried onto his hands and knees at Bucky’s side, keeping perfect pace as Bucky left the living room and made his way to the bedroom. Every time they did this, it strengthened the idea in his mind that Steve would look even more delectable with a pair of ears and a tail plug. Not just his boy, but his puppy. It would be very cute, and arousing, to see him humping a stuffy. However, that idea would have to wait for another day. For now Bucky needed to give his good boy a reward for all his hard work.

He stopped by the end of the bed, Steve stopping immediately as well, and let the leash drop. He pulled his sweater over his head, placing it on top of the easy chair, and began to unbutton his shirt. Steve cocked his head to the side, his eyes widening and his cock started to fill out again as Bucky started to reveal his thick chest sprinkled with dark hair. Bucky undressed calmly - not too hurried, but not drawing it out either. Once he was naked, he stepped back close to Steve and cupped his face with his hand. Steve pushed his face against Bucky’s palm and spoke for the first time in over an hour.

“Sir! I need you. Please.”

Bucky swiped his thumb over Steve’s cheekbone, captivated by the delicate fluttering of his long eyelashes - if he were a poet he’d write sonnets about those eyelashes. “I know, baby. You were so good for me. So very good. Now get up on the bed and present for me, sugar.”

Steve eagerly obeyed, moving so fast he almost got tangled up in his leash, and assumed the position, face down ass up, holding himself open in record time. Bucky moved leisurely, climbing up onto the bed behind him and just giving himself a moment to just look at Steve. Really look at him.

The swathes of delicate pale skin pulled taut over firm muscles. The smattering of freckles that changed in number over the course of the year, depending on how much Steve’s skin was left uncovered. Steve’s face was turned to the side, his aquiline nose in stark profile against the dark sheets of the bed and his lips were pink and swollen from where he’d had bitten on them in anticipation of what was to come.

In a word, he was perfect.

Bucky reached out his right hand, extending his pointer finger and bringing it to the skin at the back of Steve’s neck, just under his collar, trailing it slowly down his body to swirl it over his dry hole. Steve shuddered and let out another needy whine. Bucky did it again, just to tease him.

“Sir, please!” The sound of Steve’s begging rolled over Bucky, the knowledge that Steve was choosing to put the power of his pleasure in Bucky’s hands making him dizzy. It was time to stop delaying.

He placed a grounding hand on the small of Steve’s back and leant over to open the top drawer, snagging the bottle of lube. “You need it so much, don’t you angel-boy?”

Steve nodded his head into the comforter, knowing the sound of the drawer being opened and sinking deeper into subspace in a Pavolvian response. Bucky flicked the cap open and allowed a generous dollop to fall onto Steve’s exposed hole, enjoying the shudder it elicited. He slid his pointer finger through the viscous liquid, both smearing it around and covering his digit. Happy that everything was well lubed, Bucky started to circle Steve’s ring of muscle, gently pressing on it and urging it to relax under his touch. He slid his free hand down to cup one of Steve’s pert ass cheeks, groping it lewdly.

An expert in Steve’s body by now, Bucky knew when to press his finger a little more firmly, a frisson of lust and power shooting through him as Steve’s ass opened and accepted the intruding digit. He thrust it back and forwards slowly but firmly, still working on getting Steve nice and loose. He let go of his boy’s ass check so he squirt a bit more lube, covering his second finger and tucking that in beside the first. Steve moaned deeply and his knees slid a bit further apart, opening and displaying himself even more.

Bucky curled his fingers and rubbed straight over Steve’s sweet spot, blatantly enjoying the feeling of power when Steve jerked as though zapped by electricity. As he continued to stroke over Steve’s prostate, his boy started to move his hips, fucking himself on Bucky’s fingers, lost in the pleasurable sensation of it all. Bucky swatted him on his ass, not hard enough to hurt, but harshly enough that the sting would pull Steve up a bit to a place where he could hear and follow instructions.

“Don’t come, baby. You come on my fingers, you don’t get my cock. You’ll just have to lie there as I jack off over your ass cheeks. I won’t even let you see.”

“No!” Steve exclaimed, a note of distress in his voice. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy. I won’t come. I swear it.”

Bucky rubbed his free hand over the pale pink mark he’d left on Steve’s buttock, soothing his flesh. “Shh, shh, sweetheart. I know. I know you’re my good boy. I was just reminding you, because sometimes, when you’re deep in your soft place, you get a bit forgetful, yeah? My sweet boy.” Bucky took the opportunity to add a third finger and Steve jolted again.

“Sir!”

“Almost ready. Just a little bit longer and then I’ll fill you up. You did so well today. I won’t make you wait too long for your reward. Just got to make sure you’re ready for me. Remember your Sir is big.”

“‘M ready now,” Steve complained with a pout, but Bucky just swatted him again.

“You’re ready when I say you are. You aren’t normally a brat, so don’t start now.”

Steve buried his head into the comforter again, his ears turning pink with shame at Bucky’s words. “I’m a good boy,” he wailed in despair, but Bucky just continued to grin and saw his fingers in and out, nudging Steve’s prostate in a teasing, almost cruel manner. Steve shook and trembled under him, trying not to be too needy or come too soon. Both were apparently proving difficult, from the amount of squirming he was doing. However, Bucky took pity on him soon enough, his three fingers now moving easily. He pulled them from Steve’s body, missing the warm clutch of it but knowing that what was to come would be so much better, and wiped his hand on sheets. He took hold of his cock, adding some lube to it, and jacked himself a few times. He kept his gaze on Steve’s ass, his hands still spreading his cheeks wide and his now slack hole drawing him in.

“Here we go, sugar,” he drawled and he heard Steve draw in a deep breath and then exhale as he felt Bucky push against him. The head of his thick cock popped through the first ring, and Bucky hissed between his teeth as he felt himself consumed. With his hands curled around Steve’s hips, fingertips pressed into his cum gutters, Bucky rocked back and forth inching his way inside. They moaned in sync as he bottomed out and Bucky allowed himself another moment just to feel. This would never not feel like a religious experience and deserved the time to be fully appreciated. He couldn’t wait for long, though, especially when Steve was squeezing around him and letting out mewls of need.

He tightened his grip, part of him hoping to leave bruises that could be photographed beautifully tomorrow, pulled back and then trust back in, enjoying the wail that Steve let out. Bucky was like a man possessed, his brain taken over by the sensations around him. The feel of Steve on his cock. The sound of Steve’s punched out moans. The sight of Steve’s fluttering eyelids, slack mouth and needy hole clinging to him. The taste of his own sweat as it pearled on his upper lip as he drove forward. The smell of sex in the air, heavy and musky.

When Bucky slid his right hand from Steve’s hip to grasp at his cock, Steve’s hips began to buck, fucking into his Dom’s fist and back onto his cock. He was so gone, and Bucky was feasting on it. Photographing Steve earlier had been a form of edging himself, and Bucky was ready to come. Ready to fill up Steve until he was leaking.

He jerked at Steve’s cock, bringing him right to the edge, and then just letting him stay there for a heartbeat. Then for a second.

“Come for me, baby. Come now. Then I’ll fill you up, just the way you like.”

Steve obeyed him like he always did, wailing into the bedclothes - squirting over them too - and spasming around Bucky’s cock, squeezing him, near strangling him. Bucky roared as he followed Steve over the cliff, his balls tightening and his cock spurting out rope after rope of cum into Steve’s warm channel.

Bucky collapsed over Steve’s back, his hands taking some of his weight, and pressed kisses to the back of Steve’s neck. He really didn’t want to pull out yet, but he should so he could start on the aftercare his boy needed and deserved. With a groan he pushed himself up, but then stopped. Steve, despite the fact that he was lying with his eyes closed, lost in his own little world, was still holding his ass cheeks apart, which gave Bucky an unobstructed view of his puffy rim which was now dribbling with his own spend. In that moment Bucky cursed himself for leaving his camera in the other room as this - this - was a picture perfect moment. However, it couldn’t be helped.

As Bucky got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up and grab a washcloth to do the same for Steve, all he could think was that they’d have to do this again, and next time he would have his camera. His tired dick gave a feeble twitch at the thought, making Bucky snort.

For now, though, he needed to get back to Steve, clean him up, pull him in for cuddles, and start bringing him back to reality. Pictures could wait for another day.

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FOX'S WEDDING, PART 9

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: The full moon is approaching, but you still aren't prepared for what is to come. Good thing that Kyojuro is more than understanding and lets you do as you want.

Warnings: SMUT, THIGH FUCKING, KISSING

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

You and Kyojuro had a lovely time at the botanical garden. The fox and you enjoyed your time there, admiring everything and taking photos of everything you liked.

Not only did you guys have a good time, but you also made three new friends! An Alraune called Kanae, a Papillion called Shinobu, and pink Slime called Mitsuri. You didn't have many friends and they appeared to genuinely want to be your friend so you cherished their numbers on your phone.

Once you and Kyojuro were done with the gardens, you left, bidding farewell to three demihuman women and you went to get something to eat… But knowing about Kyojuro's habit of shouting TASTY after each bite he took, you weren't sure if it was safe to eat outside without Senjuro casting a silent spell.

So you suggested that you headed back home and if Senjuro hadn't ordered any pizza yet then you guys could all order some together.

"We're home!" You and Kyojuro called as the two of you returned home safely and as you were taking your shoes off, Senjuro popped out from the living room.

"Welcome back home." The younger Kitsune smiled happily, "How was your date?"

"Wonderful!" You smiled, "The place was gorgeous, and I even managed to get new friends."

"That's amazing," Senjuro nodded and looked at his older brother, "How about you big brother? Did you have a fun time with big sis?"

"Naturally! Every second with my bride is a second well spent!" Kyojuro shouted excitedly as he dug his smartphone out of his pocket, "I even took photos of the garden!"

"Me too!" You grinned, but then you asked, "Have you eaten yet Senjuro?"

"Not yet. Why?"

"I was thinking that we could order some pizza together since… You know?" You tried to be polite about your fiance's habit and thankfully Kyojuro seemed completely unaware of what you were hinting at his little brother.

Senjuro smiled knowingly and nodded, "Yes, I understand. I don't mind if we order something to eat."

"Jay! I'll grab the pizza flier so we can decide what to get." You said and the brothers followed you to the kitchen where you looked at the different pizzas with different fillings. Once you all agreed on what to get, you called the pizzeria and placed your order.

You smiled as you removed the phone from your ear and smiled at the brothers. "While we wait, we could go through our photos?"

"Sounds like fun!" Kyojuro said excitedly and Senjuro nodded, "I'm excited to see what the two of you saw."

You went through your phone's pictures and you were proud to say that you got some really nice photos of the flowers, butterflies, and even some of Kyojuro.

"That's me!" The older Kitsune smiled at the pictures you had taken of him and you smiled, "You looked so happy, I had to take a couple of pictures of you also."

"Thank you, that makes me so happy!" He nodded and Senjuro looked at his brother, "What about you big brother? Did you take any photos?"

"I did!" Kyojuro said happily and pulled his phone out so you could all admire his pictures.

You could tell that Kyojuro was pretty new to using a phone or camera in general. Either the photos were a little blurry or his finger happened to be there, but it was a cute quirk. There were pictures that succeeded, but you and Senjuro quickly noticed something particular…

All the photos he nailed were about you.

Picture of you admiring plants, pictures of you taking photos of flowers, pictures of you with butterflies stuck to your hair or resting on your hand, and a picture of you just being there and smiling.

"Kyojuro?" You asked as you glanced at the older fox and he smiled at you, "Yes, my bride?"

"Why am I in most of your photos?"

"You told me to take pictures of anything I thought was beautiful."

"No…." You blushed as you heard him, "You did not…!"

"I did!" He smiled widely, "I thought you were the prettiest thing there was!"

"No way!" You cried out, your face burning in embarrassment, "Mitsuri, Kanae, and Shinobu were way prettier!"

"Not to me!" Kyojuro exclaimed and Senjuro tilted his head in confusion, "Who are they?"

"Oh, they are my new friends!" You replied, forgetting your embarrassment for a second, "They are demihumans who work in the botanical garden."

"How nice," The young man smiled, "I'm happy to see demihumans finding a place in human society where they feel comfortable."

"Me too." You nodded happily, but then you remembered the girls' talk you had with Kanae and Shinobu about demihumans and the full moon… Or more like about the full moon, and you and Kyojuro especially.

Just like magic, you were torn out of your thoughts by the doorbell ringing. The pizzas were here. You got up, grabbed your wallet, and went to pay and accept the pizzas. As you opened the door, the pizza deliverer looked at you twice, as if thinking, 'This chick ordered 7 pizzas?'

"Uuh, excuse me, I don't know if I have the right house." He reached for his phone to check the address but you shook your head and pulled out your debit card, "Nope, you got the right house."

"Oh, cool." He nodded as you paid for the pizzas, "So, uh… Are you guys having a party or something?"

"Yeah, a pizza party." You nodded and took the 7 pizza boxes from the guy's hands, "Thank you, I left you a tip there."

"Thank you, please enjoy pizzas!" The guy smiled as he turned and returned to his car and left to continue his work. You took the pizzas inside and to the kitchen where the fox brothers were waiting.

"Eat up guys," You said as you put the boxes on the table and each one of you guys grabbed your own pizzas and started to enjoy them. It had been a while since you had any pizza so you enjoyed yours very much. Senjuro and Kyojuro also enjoyed their pizzas, you could tell by the way Senjuro smiled or the way Kyojuro shouted TASTY after each bite.

You couldn't possibly finish the whole pizza in one go so you put the rest into the fridge, but Kyojuro and Senjuro were still eating happily. Or, until the younger brother noticed that you had stopped eating, "Are you full big sis?"

"Yes, I'll save the rest for later." You said as you smiled, "But you guys can keep eating."

Both brothers nodded and you made your way to the living room couch and took out your phone. Suddenly your spine itched and you got goosebumps as if knowing that you were about to do something bad.

You glanced over your shoulder at the brothers who were still eating, making sure they wouldn't suddenly appear behind you and see what you were using your phone for. When you were sure that they wouldn't see what you were searching for, you opened your internet and quickly typed what you wanted to find out…!

You checked your phone and saw that the next full moon would be in one week.

You blushed, realizing that in one week, Kyojuro's inner animalistic instincts would rise to the surface and he might turn… Excited…!

The mere idea of Kyojuro turning that way made you nervous and your skin crawl, but you were also… Getting excited by the potential idea of something intimate happening between the two of you. You admitted that you were extremely inexperienced when it came to these sorts of things.

All you had ever done was kiss someone and those kisses of yours never turned anything naughty. You didn't trust anyone enough for those kisses to turn naughty, but this was Kyojuro you were thinking about, your fiance and future husband. You knew it in your heart, that if things went along as they were, you would just fall in love with him harder with each passing day.

Making up your mind, you put an alarm on your phone to remind you of the upcoming full moon. You had one week to strengthen and prepare your beating heart for what was coming.

You kept a close eye on Kyojuro during the following week, when he was eating, whenever he came back from jogging alone, or if you went out with him… But nothing seemed to be amiss. It was like he didn't even know about the upcoming full moon.

Were you just overreacting to what you heard from Kanae and Shinobu? Maybe they were exaggerating? Honestly, you were so confused and lost. Should you call them? You sighed as you put your phone down and glanced at the clock on your wall. Maybe not today anymore, it was already way past 8pm and you didn't want to annoy them with your problems.

Speaking of problems, you were thirsty. You got up from your bed, left your room, and headed downstairs to get some water. Just as you made it to the kitchen, you almost ran straight into your fiance.

"Ah, Kyojuro!" You exclaimed, "You scared me!"

The man smiled at you and nodded, "I'm sorry my Hime! That wasn't my intention!"

"It's alright." You shook your head, but then you realized that you were there alone with Kyojuro, on the night of the full moon.

"How…" You swallowed nervously, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling well!" Kyojuro nodded with that huge smile of his as if nothing was wrong. You blinked, a little confused, and then you nodded, "Okay. Sorry, I just came to get some water."

"What a coincidence, me too!" He said and you both grabbed glasses from the shelf but as you filled your glass, you noticed that your fiance was holding something in his hand. It was a pill.

"Kyojuro," You caught the fox's attention and pointed at the small pill in his hand, "What is that?"

"Oh, this?" He glanced at the pill and then at you, "It's just something to help me sleep."

"Oh," You nodded and before you realized what you were saying, you blurted out, "Is it because of the full moon?"

A silence fell between you two and you felt like screaming at yourself for blurting it out like that, but before you could do anything, the fox smiled and nodded.

"Hm! Yes!" He said without even blinking an eye, but you certainly blinked yours. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you taking a sleeping pill now?" You tilted your head in a confused manner, "Is it…? Is it because of me?"

There was a short moment of silence before he nodded, "Partly."

"Can we…?" You blushed, "Can we talk about it?"

"Hm!" He nodded and the two of you took a seat across from each other by the kitchen table. There was a silence between the two of you and you chose to be the one breaking it.

"I heard from Kanae and Shinobu what a full moon does to some demihumans…" You swallowed and looked at him in the eyes, "Are you… Are you okay?"

"I am fine, my beloved." He nodded with a small smile, "If you are afraid that I might force myself onto you then you have nothing to fear! While I am affected by the full moon, I won't turn into some mindless sex-crazy beast! I could never do that to you!"

You blinked, shocked by his words. You didn't fear him! You had to let him know that!

"It's not like I'm afraid!" You exclaimed, "I… I'm…! I'm kinda nervous… But happy also…!"

Hearing this Kyojuro's fox ears perked up, telling you that you had his whole attention. You opened your mouth to speak but realizing what you were about to say, you blushed furiously and averted your gaze from him, not standing eye contact anymore, "I- I'm… I'm willing to try something…"

"My beloved bride," Kyojuro smiled gently, "We don't need to do anything you aren't ready for. I can wait, that is not an issue. What I want is your comfort and happiness."

You were right. Kyojuro wasn't anything like the other people you had dated. He didn't try to pressure you into anything you might not feel comfortable with. He was kind and patient to you and those were just two of the reasons you loved him.

"I…" You swallowed nervously, "I would like to try something small… I- if that is okay with you!"

You glanced at the fox and you saw Kyojuro stand up and walk up to you, offering his hands to you, "Then will you let me the honor of trying something small with you?"

You nodded nervously as you gently placed your palm on his and he helped you up on your feet, never once letting go of your hand as he took you upstairs, but you stopped before he could take you to his room.

"Maybe we should go to my room…?" You asked shyly, "In case we might disturb Senjuro?"

"As you want," Kyojuro smiled. You were so thoughtful, so kind, and so cute. He really loved you.

The two of you went to your room and once the door closed behind you, you realized that you were about to do something naughty with your fiance. Realizing this, you went tense as a steel rod, but Kyojuro saw this and knew what to do.

"Please, let's sit." The Kitsune said and you nervously followed him to your bed and you both sat next to each other. You were so nervous, you felt like your every nerve was on fire, oh God, maybe you couldn't do this, maybe you shouldn't have asked this from Kyojuro, maybe-!

"Now, you can do whatever you want to do to me," Kyojuro said gently, much to your confusion.

"Wha-?" You blinked in shock and he smiled sweetly as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

"I'll let you do anything you want to do to me and I won't do anything that could make you feel like you aren't enjoying yourself." He explained to you kindly and you swallowed as you nodded, understanding what he was doing. By giving you free hands, you could explore and pull away if things got out of hand.

Swallowing your fears, you nodded, filled with determination and curiosity. Carefully, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips so you could kiss it. You kissed his palm, the back of his hand, and every single finger of his. It wasn't necessarily sexy, but you wanted to show how you adored him by showering his hand with kisses.

Kyojuro smiled as he watched you worship his hands and that was when you noticed his gaze and blushed softly as you let go of his hand.

"S- sit on the bed." You instructed him and the man nodded as the both of you climbed in the middle of the bed and sat across from each other. You swallowed nervously as you carefully got on all fours and crawled to him until you were nearly sitting on his lap.

Kyojuro just smiled as he observed you and your shy actions. Noticing his gaze, you gently covered his beautiful eyes with the palm of your hand before pressing your lips against his. It was an innocent kiss, just like many others the two of you had shared before this night, but as you kissed him, you grew a little bolder.

Gently you opened your mouth enough to swipe the tip of your tongue over his lips and you felt him smile against your lips. Feeling like you were doing something right you kissed him with a little more passion, and gently nibbled his lower lip.

"Hm!" He hummed against your lips and you yelped, thinking you did something wrong or got too bold, but he just smiled, your hand still covering his eyes, "My bride, may I kiss you back?"

"Ah-!" You yelped, but after thinking for a second, you nodded, but you realized that he couldn't see you so you whispered carefully, "Yes…"

The two of you kissed and you almost yelped as you felt the tip of his own tongue swipe over your lips… But you weren't that scared anymore so you let your own tongue swipe his own lips and suddenly your tongues met and pressed against each other. You shivered but willed yourself to not pull away, wanting this.

Kyojuro's hot tongue was pressing against yours so tenderly, it was almost mesmerizing just how intimate it was. You pressed yourself harder against him and the kiss got deeper as your fiance carefully took your tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was as passionate as it was sloppy. You had always hated the idea of swapping saliva with another being, but with Kyojuro it felt like the natural thing to do.

Speaking of saliva, yours was dripping from your mouth and down your chin and you would have been devastated by how embarrassed you were, but you felt too good to feel that way… It felt so different to have your tongue inside Kyojuro's mouth, gently sucking your tongue and touching it with his own.

It got to the point where you weren't in total control over your body anymore. You wanted more of him, so as you kissed you crawled on his lap, straddling him with your legs, so your clothed sex was pressing against his thigh.

As you were kissing, you could feel your body's temperature rise… But with this heat came this need that you couldn't explain properly. You felt like there was a coil tightening in your abdomen and your sex… You felt your sex throb in need and you were both excited and scared of these changes. You had never felt this way with any other person you used to date. Only Kyojuro could make you feel this way.

Your hips started to move on their own and you started to rub your clothed sex against your fiance's own clothed thigh. The friction was small, but still there and it felt good. You whined against his mouth as your hips did their own thing and you finally had to pull away from the kiss and take that hand of yours away from Kyojuro's eyes.

If you had looked, you would have been startled by the focus in his beautiful eyes, but despite being horny, you were still embarrassed so you pushed your face against his neck, hiding your red face from him.

"Can… Can I do something…?" You asked shyly and your fiance smiled, "Of course!"

"Thank you…" You whispered. You slipped your hands under his arms so you could take support of him as you started to eagerly rub yourself against his thigh… And to hide the embarrassing noises you made, you gently bit down on his neck.

You heard Kyojuro grunt as he gently wrapped his arms around you and just held you while you rubbed yourself against him. Little did you know, but your knee was pressing perfectly against the Kitsune's groin and his own hard-on.

As you felt your climax closing in, your hips picked up their speed and you bit Kyojuro's neck harder to hide the obvious cries of pleasure that threatened to slip past your lips. Kyojuro was also holding in his voice because he didn't want to startle you, but he was already excited because of the full moon so he was getting close to his own orgasm.

Finally, the coil in your abdomen snapped, and you came with a loud whine against your fiance's neck. Feeling your body lock and knee press harder against Kyojuro's hard-on was what he needed to come also, but he covered his own voice by pressing his face against the top of your head as a false kiss.

For a minute, the two of you stayed completely still, regaining your breath and calming down those fires inside your bodies. Finally, you let go of Kyojuro's neck and gently and apologetically licked and kissed the spot you had bitten in the heat of the moment. The fox groaned at your actions and you frowned, mistaking his groan of pleasure as one of pain.

"I'm sorry…" You apologized as you kissed the spot again, "I bit too hard and hurt you…"

"No, you could never hurt me," The older Kitsune smiled and you pulled apart, sadly looking at his neck… But Kyojuro wasn't bothered by it at all. No, at the moment he was thankful for his dark pants so you couldn't see the dark wet stain on the spot you had pressed your knee against.

"How did it feel, my bride?" He asked and you blushed as you averted your gaze shyly, but you took those cute glances at him, "It felt… Good…"

God, you were so cute, Kyojuro was in love, but that would have to be enough for the night. You had both come and his inner instincts were sated for now.

"That makes me happy," The fox kissed your forehead and smiled as you looked at him bashfully, "Thank you Kyojuro… For being so kind and patient with me…"

"I'm happy as long as you are feeling good, my beloved." He smiled as he kissed you quickly and you whimpered when he pulled his lips back, "Wait, what about you?"

"Hm?" He tilted his head, "What about me?"

"Don't you need to…" You swallowed as your gaze flicked between his groin and face, "Don't you need to come also?"

Kyojuro felt like shouting because of how cute you were being, but he controlled himself since his little brother was probably sleeping by now. Instead, he smiled and shook his head, "No, I'm feeling fine as I am now."

"Oh," You nodded, accepting his answer and the fox smiled as he kissed your forehead, "I think it's best for now if we both head to bed."

"B- bed-!?"

"To sleep," Kyojuro grinned, faking confusion, "What were you thinking about, my bride?"

"Ngh!" You bit your lip as you blushed, caught red-handed for having naughty thoughts.

"Y-yes," You nodded and you both got up from your bed and you escorted Kyojuro to your room's door, but before the fox left, he turned and kissed you one more time on the forehead. He was acting awfully sweetly despite the two of you doing something naughty just a moment ago.

"Sleep well, my beloved," He said and your face was still burning, but you nodded and what little courage you had left, you leaned upwards and pecked his cheek, "Good night Kyojuro."

And with that, the two of you returned to your rooms for the night, but little did either one of you know, you were both thinking about each other as you went to sleep. You were thinking just how sexy Kyojuro was and the fox himself couldn't get the cute image of your flustered face out of his mind.

The next morning came and Kyojuro felt rejuvenated when he woke up. Last night's activities were still fresh in his mind as he happily made his way downstairs and noticed that Senjuro had woken early again to make breakfast. The younger Kitsune noticed his brother approach him and smiled.

"Good morning big brother, "Senjuro greeted his brother who smiled at him, "Morning Senjuro!"

"How did the last night go?" The young fox asked and Kyojuro froze for a second, "Pardon?"

"It was a full moon last night. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, yes!" Kyojuro nodded, "Better than in ages!"

"That's nice to hear." The younger brother smiled, but then he noticed something, "Did you get bitten by a mosquito?" Senjuro asked and Kyojuro blinked in confusion, "Hm?"

"You have a nasty mark on your neck." He pointed at his older brother's neck. The said older brother was confused before he remembered that you had bitten him earlier last night. The fox tried his hardest not to smile so hard as he thought of how you had marked him in the middle of the passion.

"Yes, I must have been bitten by a bug!" Kyojuro laughed and Senjuro nodded, accepting his brother's reply, but the older brother wasn't sure if he really believed him. Senjuro had always been smart and picked up things quickly, but maybe he was just clueless now.

"Good morning," Came your voice as you entered the kitchen, and both fox brothers turned to greet you. You smiled at Senjuro, but when you looked at Kyojuro your eyes landed straight on the mark on his neck.

"Y-your neck!" You gasped in horror. Did you actually leave that mark on him!? Kyojuro nodded proudly and pointed at the mark, "I was just telling Senjuro how I got bitten by a bug last night!"

"B- bug-" You blinked, realizing that you were both being secretive so you nodded and smiled nervously, "Right! It's only August, there might still be some bloodsuckers out there!"

You and Kyojuro nodded eagerly together, both trying your hardest to back each other's words… Thank God it seemed to work since Senjuro just smiled, "Well, we have to put some ointment on it, but before that, who wants breakfast?"

You and Kyojuro nodded, eager to change the subject from the mark you had left on his neck but during the whole breakfast, the two of you couldn't keep your eyes off from each other. While the two of you stole glances at each other, Senjuro just smiled, happy to know that you and his big brother got along so well.

#rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku senjuro #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kitsune #nine tailed fox #reader #NAUGHTY #reader insert #monster musume!AU #monster musume #writing #my writing #story #my story #ENJOY!#Kissing

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Vikings and Hairstylists

Summary:You get the opportunity to work on the set of Vikings. But when you meet your celebrity crush, how will you react? Will anything happen between you two?

A/N This was so exicitng for me to write. I hope yall will enjoy this as much as I did.

Word count:8795

You couldn`t believe it. You got the job! This was so unbelievable, that you kept repeating the memory of how it went down.

You were fresh out of Beauty School, looking for a job. Ever since you started watching hair braiding tutorials on youtube, which was a few years back, you found a new passion for hair. You watched every hair video, hair routine, hair products reviews there was on the internet, and you couldn`t wait to one day become a famous hairstylist, specializing in braids and giving people the hair of their dreams.

With that in mind, you were trying to gather your thoughts and come up with a strategic plan that could allow you to launch a career in this field. Maybe I should ask around at salons to take me in as an assistant. That would give me a good start. You thought. Many people started off as just that, hairstylist assistants. But that was not to be looked down upon, for it was the best way to practice and learn more tricks.

You were getting tired, and decided to just let the idea rest at the back of your head, and switched to scrolling through Instagram. It was as if the Gods were guiding you towards your path, because it was at that very moment that you opened the app, that you saw something that was a clear sign of the Higher Beings listening to your cries.

`` FELLOW VIKINGS FANS, WE ARE ANNOUNCING SOMETHING VERY EXCITING. WE ARE OFFERING OUR FANS A CHANCE TO COME ON SET AND WORK WITH THE AMAZING VIKINGS TEAM. WE ARE HAVING 5 OPEN SPOTS FOR NEW HAIRSTYLISTS, TO COME AND WORK CLOSELY WITH OUR CAST. REQUIREMENTS: -A DIPLOMA THAT LEGALLY ALLOWS THE PERSON TO WORK AS A Hairstylist and -A PORTOFOLIO OF PREVIOUS HAIRSTYLES DONE ON VARIOUS TYPES OF HAIR ( LONG, SHORT, CURLY,STRAIGHT) SEND US YOUR PORTOFOLIO TO OUR E-MAIL, ALONG WTH A VIDEO OF YOURSELF DOING AN INTRICATE BRAID (YOU CAN USE A REAL PERSON OR A MANNEQUIN) WE WILL SEND AN E-MAIL TO THE 5 LUCKY PEOPLE WHO WON THE CONTEST.

It was utterly shocking. Mouth agape, you re-read the announcement at least ten times, before finally squealing in happiness. You were a HUGE fan of the TV series Viking, hence you were trembling, and with shaky hands, you closed your phone, taking deep breaths in and out to calm yourself.

Moments later, with a clear head, you re-read the requirements, and frowned at the one year experience requirement. Your beauty school lasted exactly one year, and you had to also help at the salon you were studying at, so you wondered if that can count as experience. As for the portofolio, you had done some amazing hairstyles on your models, and, thank the Gods, you were now more than ever grateful for the fact that youve had this inclination towards braids, because half of your phones gallery was full with photos of you doing all sorts of braid variations on your friends. You even took inspiration from the show, and tried to recreate one of the most complex braids on your models. So your portofolio was pretty solid.

It had been days after you sent the requested things to the Vikings e-mail, and you couldnt sit still for not even one second. You kept checking your e-mail, your Instagram dms every hour, fidgeting with your phone all day long. You told your family and closest friend about this of course, and they were all very happy you found this opportunity, tho you could tell by their eyes that they felt sympathy for you, knowing you`d never get selected out of all thousands of fans out there.

And you, too, started to believe it slowly, after each day passed away without any feedback from the Vikings team. So you decided you wouldn`t sulk around, and you started enjoying your free time by meeting up with your girlfriends and forgetting you even submitted the e-mail.

Until one day, when it was late and you checked your e-mail for a confirmation code for an app, that you saw another e-mail had been sent, and when you saw who was it from, you almost threw your phone up to the ceiling, almost smashing it in excitement. The Vikings team had written back to you, expressing their amazement and eagerness to have you as a new member of their team.

And now you were on a plane, on your way to Dublin, to start working on the set of Vikings. This was still so surreal, you had to hold back giggles and excitement, not wanting to look like a maniac to the other people around. Oh, if only they knew where you were going.

Once youve landed and got your baggage, you were met with a large crowd of people, each standing and waiting for someone. You glanced around the crowd, until you noticed a man in a black, fancy suit and a woman standing next to him, holding a big sign with your name on it. You rolled your baggage over there, greeting both of them politely. '' Hello there. I am Emily. And this is Kevin, one of the drivers. We will take you to the hotel now, and in the meantime, I will explain to you briefly tomorrows schedule.'' She smiled kindly, putting a hand on your back and guiding you towards the exit, while Kevin took the baggage for you, carrying it towards the car.

The ride was about twenty five minutes, enough for Emily to give you a rundown of how everything works around there. Tomorrow, you were going to be picked up by the same driver at around 5 am, and then taken to the set. You were going to meet Shaila, the main stylist, who will guide you and show you what you have to do. It seemed easy enough, only, you couldn`t believe you were going to meet the actors you were only used to seeing on TV. You were especially nervous to meet Alex, who plays Ivar. Emily also explained how the filming of season 5 was beginning officially tomorrow, and that you would witness first hand how the magic happens.

Once you reached the hotel, you glanced at the name. Conrad Dublin. 5 Stars. Damn It looked extremely luxurious. You were dearly hoping you wouldn`t be the one paying for the stay.

Emily helped you check in, while Kevin brought in your luggage.

'' This is yours.'' She handed you a keycard, with the numbers 203 on it. '' Today is your free day. As its only 3 in the afternoon, you can feel free to explore the area. The center is less than a kilometer away. Theres tons of pubs around here, stores, supermarkets. The company will take care of your bills for the room. Unfortunately, we do not offer an included breakfast pack with the stay, but seeing you are on set more than half a day, we have a buffet there, so you don't have to worry about that. my suggestion, don't stay up too late. Go to sleep earlier, and don't forget, be out here before 5. Other than that…'' She trailed off, seemingly trying to think if she told you everything you needed to know. '' Well, I guess that`s it. Feel free to explore the city. Bye.'' She waved and left with Kevin.

You went to your room, plopping down on your bed. It was a small hotel room, but honestly who cared? It was so luxurious, and so well kept, you were at first afraid to touch anything. You inhaled the fresh smell of the sheets, sighing in contentment.

You wondered, were you the only one staying at the hotel? Or were there other cast/crew members?

You took a nice cold shower, trying to get off that travel dirt off of you. You got out of the shower all energized, ready to go for a little stroll. Changing in a simple oversized shirt, with a David Bowie picture on it, and comfy sweatpants, you grabbed your phone, placing your keycard inside your phonecase and took the elevator down to the lobby.

Taking a brisk walk, you took every second to glance at various buildings, appreciating the infrastructure. As Emily said, there were tons of pubs, and in your 10 minute walk, you saw at least 5. You loved the Dublin atmosphere. For a capital city, it wasnt as crowded or as loud as you would have guessed. Or maybe that was just because you werent necessarily in a touristic area.

You decided to turn back around, after 30 minutes of walking, deciding this was enough walking. On your way back home, you stopped at a supermarket, called Fresh and bought some junk food that would get you going until the next day.

You finally reached your hotel room, plopping onto the bed yet again and turned on the TV, for some background noise. You opened your bag of chips, along with you store bought coffee, and started snacking, while texting your family, letting them know you got to the hotel all safely. When it was around 10 pm, you decided you should listen to Emily, and go to sleep.

You were rudely snapped out of your deep sleep by your alarm, ringing insistently. With a grunt, you quickly turned it off, and after a few seconds of staying motionless, you rolled out of bed with a long sigh. You brushed your teeth, washed your face with some cold water, to get the puffiness out of your eyes to go down, and then went straight to the pre-established clothes you decided on wearing the previous night. You weren`t aware of any dresscodes, so you decided not to overdress, nor underdress. So your final decision was a pair of clean, simple jeans, a plain white shirt, and a pair of green converse. You hoped this would suffice. Grabbing your handy-dandy backpack, packed with your essentials, you headed towards the exit of the building.

It was really chilly outside. The sun wasn't even up yet, and well, considering it was still 4 50 am, it wasn't a shocker. Down at the lobby, you couldn't see anybody. Not even the receptionist.

A couple of chuckles were heard behind you, and you turned to see a group of 4 girls coming up to you.

'' Hey… You don't happen to be the new hairstylist…for you-know what, do you?'' A blonde girl asked.

You were wondering if thee girls were the other 4 contestants that won. '' For… The.. Show you mean?'' You asked directly. The other 3 girls giggled, and the blonde one smiled. '' Yeah. That`s what I meant. I had to make sure you're not just a random person. You see, we signed some papers, that forbid us to tell other people where we actually work.''

'' Oh..really?''

'' Yeah. Anyway, I am Aurora. The ginger one is Phoebe, that one is Amalia and Cassie.'' She presented, pointing to a curly haired girl, with ginger hair, respectively two brunettes, one with long hair, Cassie and the short haired brunette Amalia.

'' Yn.'' You replied timidly, slightly intimidated by how beautiful these girls were.

You 5 started chatting, asking each other basic questions, such as how and why you got into this field, for how long, and other personal ones, until you were interrupted by the arrival of Kevin, who waited patiently and silently for you all to climb into his vehicle. He greeted you all with a short mornin and then remained silent throughout the whole car ride, that was fortunately filled with the conversations struck by the girls.

Half an hour later, you came to a stop, somewhere far from the city, on a hill, that looked pretty much like it was in the middle of nowhere. But at a second glace, you notice, you were in some form of parking, for there were many cars around the place, scattered messily over a mile, and tons of trailers at a walking distance. You girls were guided by Kevin through a little gate, who was guarded by a security man, and after checking your ID`s, you were told to go find trailer number 13.

You felt your nerves resurfacing. You were actually here. On the set of one of the most streamed shows. Luckily, you werent completely alone, as you had the new found girls by your side. You all found the trailer, and by public demand, you were chosen to be the one to knock on the door. Shakily, you used your knuckles to hit the door two times, hoping someone inside heard it. After you all heard a faintcome in`, you opened the door and stepped into the trailer, with the rest of the girls following you.

Once inside, you noticed three typical hair stations you'd see at any salon, with a mirror each, and pictures of the actors with the hair on. At last, you glanced at the far end of the trailer, bent down, a woman. She quickly stood up, and that's when you finally glanced over her frame. She was a woman in her mid 40s, with a chubbier figure, mid length hair, with some blonde highlights all over. She looked very kind, like a mother that would bake you cookies every day.

'' `Ello girls. I'm Shaila. The main hairstylist. '' She shook hands with every girl, listening in return for each of their names.

'' Right. So let's get straight to it. This is the first week of filming season 5. We have an awful lot of new characters, and old ones that need an upgrade. Today is Monday. We don't usually film on Mondays. We test new hairstyles, see what works, what doesnt. We prepare for the shooting days. Michael told me about the contest. Ever since I told him we need more stylists, he's been doing the most to gather some new ones. The thing is girls,'' at this, she was giving you all a nervous look. '' This week you 5 will be on probation. That means, by the end of week, we will announce which one of you will be staying here permanently. I know the announcement said 5 people will be working here, but truth is, in the meantime, we have found 4 other stylists that are more familiar with working on a movie/TV show set. But, we are in need of one more. So you have until Friday to do your best, impress us and we will decide who will get the post.'' She finished, studying each girl independently. There was a dull silence.

You glanced at Aurora, next to you, but she was looking down. Shaila was waiting for someone to ask a question, but after a few moments, she took the silence as a que to speak again.

'' Alright. So each one of you will be working closely to one of the other main stylist. I am now going to tell you who is going in which trailer.'' She then proceeded to assign each girl to a separate trailer. '' You Yn, will be working in this trailer with me. Alright… Now-'' she glanced at her watch.

'' Oh dear, we need to hurry. It`s 5:30. The cast will be here any minute. You girls go ahead. We will see each other at lunch. '' She shooed them off, shutting the door behind them. Once you were left alone with Shaila, she turned around and grinned at you.

''So… Yn. Beautiful name. Unique. Here let me show you.'' She pointed at each seat. '' In this trailer, we work always on the same three people. Look here.'' Glancing at her pointy finger, you followed it and saw there were several pictures with whom you recognized as the Ragnarsons, with the focus on their hair, from different angles.

'' We mainly work on Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar`s character here…'' She trailed off. '' You know who they are I assume?'' You nodded quickly.

'' My colleague, Peter, works alongside me. And you see, Ivars hair was, so far, short. So there wasnt much to do. But as for this season, we are going to change his hairstyle, because his hair has grown out some more and we have more options. You see, as characters evolve, so does their hair. So we were in need of someone new to work with us. Because without a third stylist here, it would be too difficult for us two to finish their hair on time.''

With widened eyes, you looked at her, amazed that you will be meeting one of your favorite characters in a few. You nodded along with everything Shaila was saying, to show her you were paying attention.

Soon enough, Peter joined you two. He was a rather tall scrawny man, short gingered hair and a slight beard coming through. He was super funny, and very energetic, for the fact that it was this early in the morning. But that could`ve also been an added factor from the coffee in his hand.

You were getting more nervous by the minute, knowing the three main characters of the show would be walking in at any given moment. Peter and Shaila were conversing casually, not the least bit worried or nervous, as you were. Which was understandable. They`ve been here for quite a long time.

Lacing at your smartwatch, you felt your heart jolting, when you heard faint masculine voices, fastly approaching the trailer. Now, more than ever, you felt as if your heart would jump right out of your body. With a loud creak, the trailer`s door was forcefully opened, in stepping the boisterous boys. You first saw a bearded man, with his sides shaved, and a base cap on, greeting Shaila and Peter. Second, you saw a young man with quite longer hair than the first one, holding a beer in his hand, and laughing obnoxiously loud at someone behind him. And then, you saw… Him.

Your celebrity crush, the most handsome man youve ever set eyes on. He was talking in a language you couldnt comprehend. Must be Danish. Sporting a simple black shirt, and grey sweatpants, hair in an improvised man bun, he stepped into the trailer last, shutting the door loudly behind him.

The boys all struck up a conversation with Shaila, while each going to their assigned chairs. It was only after another minute, and Shaila mentioning there`s someone else in the trailer, that they all glanced at you, through their respective mirrors.

You made yourself look as small as possible, for it was under their gazes that you felt like a little mouse in a wolf`s den, if that makes sense. They all smiled at you, and one by one, got up from their seats and lined up to greet and shake hands with you.

'' Jordan Patrick. Nice to meet you.'' The bearded man presented himself, giving you a firm handshake. You could hear a very strong Australian accent from him. '' Yn.'' You said quietly, hoping he won't make you repeat it. '' Marco.'' The second man seemed to have a little smirk on his face, and took it a step further and kissed the back of your hand.

You blushed furiously, even forgetting to say your name back. Last, but not least, Alex approached you. '' Alex. Nice to meet you.'' He grinned, waiting for you to shake hands, but when you reached out, he instead put his arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug. You took a second to react, and when you came back to your senses, you hugged him back, but not with the same intensity, as you feared you would come off as a crazy fan. Your cheeks were so hot, you could feel it.

When he pulled away, he winked at you, and when he turned around, he grinned at Marco. He got seated back in between Marco and Jordan, looking at the former. ''Fik hende til at rødme'' He said something to Marco, not that you could understand it, and he started laughing while Marco was scoffing, almost jokingly. ( Made her blush)

Shaila showed you how a normal day looks like in the trailer, explaining theoretically and visually how she worked on the boys hair. She showed you reference photos and other sketches of how she was imagining Ivar`s hair this season.

'' I want to start today with something simple. Can you do Dutch braids?'' She asked. You nodded promptly.

'' Good. Please start with a central braid, and then two smaller Dutch braids on each side of his hair.'' She showed you, using her fingers, where she imagined each section to start and end.

With clammy hands, ( you quickly wiped them on your jeans, trying to be discreet) you picked your rat tail comb, and started sectioning the central part for the braid. While doing so, Alex was watching your every movement, making it even more difficult for you to calm down.

Once you had each section parted and clipped out of the way, you slowly started working on the biggest braid. The first few strands of the braid were beginning to create the shape of the it, and you were getting into your element. Before you even realized it, you had the first braid finished, and began working on the side ones.

The other actors were chatting with each other, occasionally Shaila piping in, or Peter saying a very corny joke. You loved Alexs laugh. It was so genuine and filled with happiness. You could only imagine what it must feel like to hear it every day. You sighed.Oh great, nows not the time to daydream about being his gilfriend.

Alex glanced back at you after he heard you sigh, lifting one eyebrow at you. Making eye contact through the mirror, you refrained a smile appearing on your face, and immediately looked away from him. You heard him chuckle quietly, and then engaged back in a conversation with the other guys.

You notified Shaila, hoping she will satisfied with your work. Alex looked at you, giving you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

'' Hmm.. You could`ve added a bit more gel here. See these tiny fly aways? And tease the hair at the roots just slightly here on top, for a bit of volume. We want to make sure it appears they have lots of hair. '' She continued analyzing each braid carefully, humming to herself.

''But overall, this is really good. You did great. For your first day. '' She patted you on the shoulder.

Alex winked at you, causing you to turn away from him to hide your blush. Damn he really is flirty you thought.

When all the guys were finished, they all ran out of the trailer to check the set, run lines and gods know what else actors do.

You were left with Shaila, while Peter left the trailer to smoke a cig. The woman pulled a head mannequin out of a cabinet, and began showing you typical braids they do on extras, teaching you and giving you tips here and there where she felt like it.

Hours later, you were starting to get hungry. It had been hours of you just standing in the trailer. Shaila insisted on showing you every single little tool in there, explain to you how a real work day unfolds, since she didnt consider this particular day to be one at its full intensity, which quite frankly scared you, because this was already too much, but if this wasnt the hardest, then what was to come?

Around lunch time, the two adults led you towards the lunch tents. It was like at a festival, with big tents, dozen of wodden benches, and so many people, it was crazy. Shaila showed you where to go to get your food from, and then she left back towards the trailer stating she had some work to finish up for tomorrow.

You felt so intimidated by the number of these people, and you hoped you could see the girls somewhere, so you could go to them.

Once you grabbed your lunch, which was mostly mashed potatoes, some tomato salad and some grilled cheese, you desperately tried spotting some known faces around here, for a second time.

It seemed impossible in this sea of people, so you now decided to walk towards the exit, hoping to find an empty table, but as you were passing between tables, you heard someone yell out your name.

You turned your head and tried to find the person who shouted, and almost instantly you spotted Alex, waving his hands highly in the air, as if attempting to make himself noticeable for you. You stood there motionless, unsure if he was actually the one to shout at you, but when you saw him make a hand gesture that signaled for you to come over, you took slow, self-conscious steps towards him.

He seemed eager to have you approach, and once you reached his table, he put his hand on your back, guiding you to sit down next to him.

Now that you were finally settled, you looked around the table, and you almost screamed. You saw Marco and Jordan, but also recognized Alexander Ludwig, who plays Bjorn. and then you also observed a beautiful blonde girl, sitting next to him, whom you knew to be Georgia Hirst.

You were sat down next to Alex, who himself was sat between yourself and Marco, and then on the opposite side, you had Georgia sitting right face to face with you, next to Jordan and then finally Alexander.

'' Alex, who have you brought here?'' Asked Alexander, with a teasing tone and nudging Jordan to join in on his teasing.

'' Oh. She`s the new hairstylist in my trailer.'' He put his left hand on your right shoulder, squeezing it softly.

You laughed softly. '' Uhm actually… I`m on… probation. We will find out who stays here permanently at the end of the week.'' You chuckled nervously.

'' Well, I Know you will. Cuz you were so good with your hands.'' Alex said, seemingly not aware of how that sounded. Once the other guys started laughing and hooting at what he said, he blushed and tried to correct himself. ''I- meant shes fast. She worked really fast. Thats what I me- Oh Shut it'' He reached across the table to whack Alexander on the arm from all the teasing he was doing.

You looked at your food, starting to feast on it and ignoring the comments flying around you.

'' And what is your name?'' You made eye contact with Georgia, who seemed to be the sweetest and the most normal person from this table.

'' Yn.'' You replied shortly, and then started eating some tomatoes, hoping no one would talk to you anymore, because you were hungry and wanted to be left alone.

''So…? Tell us!'' Alex insisted, looking at you and waiting for something from you.

Confused, you frowned your eyebrows at him, shrugging '' Tell you..what?''

'' Well about you. How you got here, how long have you been doing hair, have you watched the show?''

And so you answered all their questions. Well, more than 90% of them were fired by Alex, but occasionally one of the other guys would also ask you something as well. Georgia listened intently to what you had to say, but then calmed Alex and the other boys down when she noticed you were starting to get overwhelemd.

'' That`s enough. Let her eat.'' And with that, the boys listened like good children, and left you tending to your food.

Right before you all left, he saw you standing up ready to leave, so he asked you to give him your instagram.

You were quite embarrassed to have him look at your profile, knowing the photos you`ve taken were not nearly half as good as his, but then you also thought, he asked for it, so he should suffer the consequences.

You were back at the trailer, and for the next hours, you were told to recreate some hairstyle Shaila showed you on a picture, until it was finally time to go home.

You were completely exhausted. And you were scared for tomorrow. You went to the parking lot, found Kevin and jumped into the car, finding relief in being able to sit down and give your legs a bit of relief. The other girls approached the car one by one, and when you were all in, you all started sharing your today`s experience.

'' I met Harald Finehair GUYS. UGH he was so fine.'' Amalia said, exaggerating and making you all gag and giggle.

'' Ew stop it. He`s way too old for you. But I met Georgia Hirst and Ida. They were super nice.'' Phoebe added.

When you told them about who you met, they all seemed a bit.. Jealous? They gave you a fake smile, and then quickly changed the subject.

Once you reached your room, you sighed in relief, finally you were alone. You took a shower, dried up and then you pulled your phone out, noticing all the unread messages from your frineds. After you answered them all, you went on Instagram out of habit.

You went to see you had some notifications. iris2002 liked your post 3h carina0_donnell liked your post 4h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen started following you 6h

WAIT WHAT??!?!!? HE FOLLOWED ME BACK?! SHIT I mean, it was expected. After all, he did just ask for your Instagram didn`t he?

You checked your dms, seeing as you had some unread messages on there as well, but the one that popped before everyone else, was from the same person who had followed you back a few hours ago.

You shakily opened the chat, not knowing what to expect.

Heej. What are you doing? Hiii. I just got back to the hotel. im so exhausted

I know how you feel you hungry? do you maybe uh wanna grab some food? I know a few good places around Dublin :))

You blinked rapidly, your heartbeat rising. Was that for real? You kept clicking on his name, checking to see if he is the Real Alex. You left him on read for a few minutes, while you were contemplating on whether or not you should go.

With sweaty hands, you unlocked your phone again, and decided to give him an answer sure... let's do it. I'm starving

great. which hotel are you staying at? Conrad Dublin

gotcha. I'll be there in half an hour

`Half an hour? shit. I need to get ready.

You got out of your freshly put on pijamas, and rummaged through your luggage for some decent clothing. You opted for another oversized t-shirt, with a Jurassic Park logo on it, and your trusted shorts, who fit on your bum perfectly. Messing with your hair a bit, you ruffled it, and then you decided you`d just tie it in a bun. You grabbed your trusted perfume, and sprayed it once on each side of your neck.

You grabbed your fanny pack, strapping it over one shoulder and put your phone inside it, grabbing also some cash and your keycard.

The moment you stepped into the elevator, you felt your heart once again start galloping inside you. How could this happen, and on the first day?

Once you stepped into the lobby, you were aiming for the exit, until you saw a familiar guy sitting on one of the couches, on his phone. You studied him a bit. He looked so effortlessly beautiful. He was wearing a black hoodie, along with some jeans, paired with sneakers. He had his hair in a manbun, but that only made him look even hotter.

He was scrolling on his phone, with his back rested on the couch, one arm on it, and legs spread out in front of the coffee table.

It didnt take him too long after youve reached the lobby to take notice of you. When he finally did, he quickly put his phone back in his back pocket and stood up, taking long and fast strides to reach you.

'' Hey.'' He approached you and pulled you in a hug, kissing you on your temple once he let go of you.

'' Hello…'' You said timidly, not knowing what to say next.

Alex seemed to be such an expert in keeping up a conversation going, that he never allowed any sort of awkward silence fill the air. He grabbed your forearm, pulling you softly towards the exit. '' So.. What are you in the mood for?'' He broke the peaceful silence once you stepped outside. '' Mmm… Honestly? I dont know. I dont want anything fancy, but not junky either. Maybe pasta?'' You laughed awkwardly. He smiled and giggled.

'' Then pasta it is.'' He led the way, and started asking about your personal life back at home the whole way to the restaurant.

Once you`ve reached it, you read the name Sano Pizza. Looks good from the outside.

'' It`s one of my favorite restaurants. They have some amazing Pizza. And the spaghetti should also be up at the same level.'' He praised the place. You smiled and followed him inside.

He led you between many tables, and then finally in a more private and calm section, he found an empty booth for the two of you. When you finally sat down, you noticed the QR code being placed on both corners of the table, making you scoff.

Alex looked at you curiously. '' What`s the matter?''

'' This. I cant scan the fucking menu. And its so frustrating to me cuz then I have to search it up on the internet, and it takes so long. Like, give me the goddamn paper menu and we`ll be good.'' You complained, sighing in annoyance.

Alex seemed to not take your attitude too seriously, as he chuckled at you and pulled his phone out, scanning the code in less than a second and handing you his phone.

'' Here. Take a look and then let me know what youd like to eat.'' You flushed at his actions.Yeah, it was a small gesture, almost insignificant. But still, it made my heart flutter.` You went over the menu on his phone, and when you were finally ready with your order, you handed his phone back. He took it gently, cupping your hand slightly when you passed it to him.

''Alright.. What will it be then?'' '' Penne Quattro Formaggi. Aaand a lemonade.'' You nodded to yourself, thinking that`ll be good enough.

'' No dessert?'' He asked nicely. '' Nah. Im good. I probably wont even finis the pasta.'' You laughed. '' Why?'' He joined in your laugh.

You shrugged. '' I always eat half of it, then I get full and I have to sit and let my stomach digest the food. I don`t know why. The food is too dense.'' ''Dense?'' He asked, amused. ''Yeah…dense.''

He chuckled and when he saw a waiter, he waved for him to go over there. He ordered the food, and then he turned back to you, propping his chin on the palm of his hand, admiring you.

'' Uhh.. '' You chuckled nervously. '' So…'' '' What do you think? You liked your first day?'' '' Well.. It was.. Intense. A lot of new info at once, but Ill get used to it. That is..if.. Ill stay..'' You trailed off, almost with a hint of sadness, thinking of the possibility of not staying permanently.

Alex placed his warm hand over yours, rubbing your kunckles with his thumb, reassuringly. '' Youll stay. Ive seen you work. You did a great job.'' You waved a dismissive hand at him. '' No Im serious! Hey. Ive seen others work. And so far, no one has been as skilled with their hands as you.''

'' Oh… I dont know. Well see.'' ''- And even they happen to Not choose you, which, theyd have to be nuts not to, Ill talk to them personally. I`ll go straight to Michael and ask him personally we are buddies, me and him, and-''

You shook your head and giggled at him. '' Its okay. If I dont get the job, then maybe they choose someone else for a reason. Maybe Im not made for this environment. And thats okay. I`ll accept it.'' You interrupted him, assuring him you were willing to take a blow, if needed be.

Time seemed to pass so fast with him. He made you feel so at ease. He had this natural charisma about him. You were laughing the whole time, not being able to stop, he was that funny. At one point, the food showed up, and you both calmed down and dove right in.

The young actor definitely knew where to take you. The food was exquisite. You enjoyed every little bite, savoring the flavors, and filling your stomach with enough food to keep you running till the following day at lunch.

Another hour had passed, and it was already 8 pm. It was already pretty dark outisde, and you wanted to walk a bit. You kept glancing out the window, noticing faint silhouettes and buildings in the distance.

Alex followed your gaze, then turned back to you. '' What is it?'' He asked concerned.

'' Oh nothing. I just really wanted to take a stroll, to walk some dark alleys and enjoy the Dublin vibes at night.'' You admitted dreamily.

'' Well, let`s do it.'' Alex said, standing up. '' Wait a second ok?'' He grabbed his phone and went up front, talking to the waiter who served you. When he came back, he helped you up, and then locked arms with you, putting his in his pocket.

'' Wait. We have to pay first.'' You pulled him back. He shook his head, smiling.

'' Already did. We can go.'' He continued pulling you towards the exit, while you were frowning, looking back and forth between Alex and the waiter, that was at his computer thingy.

''But-when?'' You were now outside, and you couldn`t help but let the chilly weather embrace your body.

'' When I left the table. I payed on my phone.'' He explained simply.

'' Ok. How much was my part?'' You said while you were zipping your fanny pack in search for cash, but Alex took your hand away, zipping your fanny pack back up, and shaking his head.

'' It`s on me.'' '' No!'' ''Yes. It was my idea to invite you. Where did you say you wanted to go?'' He changed the subject fast when he noticed you were trying to pay him back.

You huffed, and pointed a finger down a darker alley, which seemingly looked to be empty. He nodded his head at the alley, as if asking for a confirmation that was the one you pointed at, and when you nodded, he pulled his arm that was locked with yours out, and instead draping it over your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as posssible.

You guys started walking in a comfortable silence, the only sounds available coming from behind you from the main street, from which faint voices could be heard.

'' So… Why did you want to walk this way? Was there something in particular you wanted to see?'' He asked chuckling, squeezing your shoulder.

'' No… I just…enjoy walking down dark and empty streets. It`s so… I don't know. Peaceful I guess.'' You answered, while looking around you and taking notice of the buildings.

'' You do this often?'' He furrowed his brows. '' You walk at night, alone?''

'' Well… Yeah I do that a lot back home. Sometimes I even go out to listen to some music, or glance at the sky and observe constellations.''

'' Look, I know you are an adult and you decide what you want to do, but maybe you shouldn`t do that here.'' He stated, with a low and serious tone.

'' And why is that?'' You questioned, quizically.

'' Well because…'' He licked his lips in a stressful manner. '' I dont know what its like back there in you country, but here in Dublin, the streets get dangerous at night. That is why we always go out together clubbing or something. But none of us go out alone. It`s not… The safest.'' He took a breath of air. ''Especially not for someone like..you.'' He said lowly afraid you might misunderstand his words.

You choked out a laugh, and turned your head to the side to look at him. '' Someone like… Me? What do you even mean by that?'' You laughed, and locked eyes with him, challengingly.

'' Well… Haha.. Dont take it as an insult. I meant a girl like you. You are pretty, lets not be modest. Any guy would glance at you when you would be walking anywhere, but at night, there are people out there who might not have the best intentions and would try to harm you.'' Alex gave you a worried, showing complete honesty.

You didn`t even respond, but simply blushed and shook your head. But just then, ahead of you, you both noticed a small group of people coming in your direction. You could only see their shadowy silhouettes, but that was enough for Alex to move you both to one side of the street, opposite of the group, ensuring he was standing between you and them.

Tho it was a small gesture, you flushed, thinking how much of a nice and genuine guy he was. He paid for your dinner, he was being so kind and funny, you honestly didnt know if he wasnt faking this all just to sleep with you.

You kept walking, turning random streets, until it was pretty late at night, and you both agreed to head back, since the next morning was starting very early for you. He insisted on walking you back to the hotel, tho you reassured him youd be fine by yourself. He didnt give you time to argue, pulling you towards the hotel.

So now when you were finally in your hotel room, having taken your second shower of the day, you got in bed, ready to sleep. Right before you were about to close your eyes, your phone screen`s illuminated, letting you know you had a notification. Sleepily, you opened your phone and saw a message from Alex sent on instagram.

I had lots of fun. hope you did too good night see you tomorrow :))

You didn`t even open the app, but just smiled at the message and went to sleep, with a grin on your face.

The following day, same way, you got ready, met the girls down at the lobby and then you all left for the set. You stepped into the trailer, in a much more confident way than yesterday. You chirped a morning to Shaila and Peter, and then you got to setting up your tools. Shaila greeted you also, explaining that today was more serious, and that she will work on Alexs hair, and youll help her out, so you could see exactly what you`ll have to do in the future.

Not long after your arrival, the three Ragnarssons stepped into the trailer, first Jordan and then Marco and lastly Alex. The first two greeted you, while heading towards their seats, but when Alex stepped into the trailer, he immediately locked eyes with you, giving you a charming smile. He came to you and hugged you, kissing your right cheek when he pulled away.

You stood there motionless, trying to hide your blush. Alex grinned at you, and then snapped something at Marco in Danish when he kept teasing him.

Peter got to work on Jordan, and in the meantime, Shaila and yourself got to work on Alex. The middle aged woman explained as she went along, how she was envisioning his hair, showed you what products and in which order to use, and overall, you felt like you were back in beauty school, when all you had to do was sit next to the teacher and watch her work on the mannequin.

Only in this case, you actually got to help, holding hair sections, handing Shaila tools or products and such. It was a very nice experience. You felt really important, knowing you were helping in building a character`s visual side.

Alex was being his funny, extroverted self. He was joking around with Shaila and you as well, occasionally him softly grabbing your arm and rubbing it at certain times. One hour and a half later, you were done with him. He had intricate twists on his head, giving him a true Viking air. They looked really hot on him.

He got out of the chair, admired his hair closely in the mirror and then thanked you both.

'' Ah you women are amazing. My hair looks fabulous.'' He complimented, joking towards the end with a girly voice and posing funnily. You laughed at his antics.

Alex had to leave for the makeup and costume trailer, so with a respectful ( but exaggerated bow) he kissed you on the cheek once more, leaving you with the other guys who looked at you funny and started teasing you as well.

The day went by slightly faster, since you had so much more work to do. You were entrusted with doing hair for some extras, which was nice. You got compliments here and there, filling you with confidence.

The end of the day was approaching, and you couldn`t wait to get back to the hotel, so you could sit down and relax.

You were heading towards the parking lot, but felt someone running behind you. You felt strong hands encircling your waist, lifting you from the ground slightly. You yelled in surprise, but calmed down when you saw it was Alex, laughing acutely at you.

''What are you doing?'' He asked casually, falling into a walking rhythm with you.

'' Going home. You?''

'' Oh. Well same. Hey, you didn`t answer my message yesterday. Why is that huh?'' He interrogated you, poking your sides, causing you to squirm from how ticklish you were.

'' Oh-Al-St-o-p. I uhm.'' You struggled to say, since he kept poking and tickling you. '' Well. I was very tired. But I did read it. I just didn`t have the energy to text back. Sorry.'' You responded apologetically.

'' `S okay. Just wanted to make sure you were fine. Anyway, wanna go out tonight as well? Or you could come over to my place. I can tell Marco to leave the place so we can-''

'' Alex, what exactly are your intention?'' You interrupted him, getting straight to the point. '' I dont know what youre trying to do, but Ill tell you what I wont do, and that is having a fling. Or sleeping around.''

Alex frowned, confusion all over his face. '' Wait… WHAT?! N-.'' He sighed, frustrated. '' THat`s what you think I was trying to do?'' He chuckled bitterly. '' Wow… Thanks for thinking so low of me.'' He snapped, taking bigger and faster steps in front of you, getting ahead of you.

Realizing what you`ve done, with widened eyes you jogged towards him, grabbing his arm to stop him in his tracks. He turned around, with his jaw clenched and hurt yet angry eyes.

'' Im sorry. I didnt know what to think of it. You were so nice and amazing, it truly felt surreal, as if it was all an act.'' You explained, getting emotional. '' I`ve had… bad experiences with guys acting all nice and cute and then being complete dicks once they got what they wanted. And I was only trying to avoid getting hurt.'' Your eyes were getting watery from all the explaining, and at that, Alex softened his gaze.

'' I didn`t want to assume anything. But to me it seemed impossible that a guy like YOU, would ever be interested in someone like me. And I am terribly sorry for insulting you. '' You said sincerely, letting a tear drop fall onto your cheek.

Alex let his forehead rest on yours, getting really close to you. Raising both his palms, he cupped your face, using his thumb to wipe the cheek off your face. Kissing your forehead, he then nuzzle his nose against yours, as if silently asking you to stop apoligizing.

'' Youve got nothing to apologize for. Its not your fault you were surrounded by idiots. But please, just give me a chance.'' He begged.

You nodded slowly, announcing you wanted to forget the previous embarrassing moment.

Alex pulled slightly away, to be able to look at you, smirking. '' Did the other jerks give you such a loving and sweet kiss?''

Frowning, you looked at him with a tilted head. '' What kis-'' You were interrupted by his soft lips shutting you up. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. He left his lips lingering on yours for a few more seconds, but not daring to try to take it any further.

When he felt like it was enough, he pulled away, leaving you both out of breath. You smiled, looking at him and giggling. He joined in on your giggling, pulling you in a comforting side hug. You stayed hugging each other`s sides a few more minutes, until you saw the girls approaching, and other people coming into the parking lot. You pulled away, with difficulty, since Alex was trying to hold you there.

Finally freeing yourself, you waved at him goodbye, giving him a grin.

The next days went better and better. Each passing hour, it felt as if you were learning and constantly perfecting your skills, giving you more confidence. You were eventually allowed to do half of Alexs hair, Shaila still insisting shed have to go over your parts as well to perfect them.( perfectionist much).

Alex and you were being close every morning, him giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but not taking it further in front of the others.

Time flew by so fast, that you stepped into Friday and realized, today you were going to find out who was going to stick around. Shaila texted you 5 to come a bit earlier in her trailer, where she was going to announce the winner.

'' Right. So, I want to preface by saying you are all talented. That is why you got here in the first place, which was already a big step. With that being said-'' She grabbed some papers, looking through them.

'' I want to thank you girls for having you here. You helped us a lot, as much as you also learned a bit of how the magic happens in these chairs.'' She used her free hand to slap the back of one of the chairs.

'' Alright. This was tough. But the final answer is…''

''Yn. Congratulations.'' She said in a neutral tone, clearly trying to hide her excitement.

You squealed in happiness, hugging Shaila and then each girl in return. You could tell they were looking at you bitterly, but you couldn`t do anything about that.

'' No hard feelings?'' You asked them.

They smiled sadly, hugging you one last time, before they were all escorted out. You barely had any time to let this new information sink in, when the young actors were already making their way inside. You locked eyes with Alex, grinning from ear to ear, nodding your head, silently telling him that you won.

He immediately understood your message, sprinting towards you and picking you up, spinning you softly. He laughed in happiness, and then with a newfound boldness, he attacked your lips. You gasped, taken completely by surprise, but nonetheless enjoying it.

The guys whistled, and when Alex pulled away, Marco patted him aggressively on the back, as a congratulation.

Shaila fully entrusted you this day to work on Alex alone, and when the three actors left the trailer, Alex rushing to plant another kiss on your lips, the woman pulled some brand new black t-shirts out of a cabinet, with the History Channel logo on them, handing you the clothes.

'' Welcome to the Vikings team, dear. We will need you around here.'' She greeted you officially, hugging you.

#fluff #vikings fic #alex hogh andersen #alex høgh andersen imagine #alex høgh x reader #alex høgh andersen x you #first kiss #protective #forehead kisses #alex hogh x reader

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Chapter Twenty-Three

Evie, what do you think of the article in the Tullamore Tribune? Have sent it to you via text message. Big news here at home. Must speak to Caroline soon. Saw Jackie Doyle’s husband at the butcher with a cast on his leg this morning, says he had the foot reversed over outside his house. Ouch! Love mam.

Mam, did you send a link to the article or a photo of the paper? Either way neither has sent. It’s probably too many megabytes, don’t worry about it. I’ll chat to you about it when I’m home next.

“Texting your other boyfriend?” Jude says casually, his back to me as he zips himself into the only pair of trousers he brought on holidays.

“It’s my mother, she’s obsessed with some article she saw in the local paper, I don’t know what it is, probably that the parish priest has died or something, God knows, but the article hasn’t sent.”

“You could ask her to email it maybe?”

“Ugh, it’s not even worth it, the computer at home is barely usable and I’d have to use all my roaming minutes to coach her through that process. I’ve already tried to tell her that texting is expensive.”

He puts his shoes on, “Does she know you’re in Cyprus?”

I pause, “I can’t remember. You can turn around now,” I smooth out the lightweight linen of my new dress, “What do you think?”

Jude pretends to pass out, collapses onto his bed and then slides onto the floor, “Evie,” He groans, “You’re a babe.”

“Get up, you clown,” I snicker, “Why are you always so dramatic?”

“Where did you get that?”

“The market in Paphos.”

“Do a spin for me,” I do, and he clutches his heart and rolls over onto his front.

“Get up! You’ll get dust all over your clothes.”

“You’re right, my only nice clothes too,” He pulls a hair, probably mine, off the front of his shirt, “Something with buttons on it, imagine. I bet you didn’t think I had threads like this.”

“I like it, you look smart. You should wear more shirts with buttons.”

“I would only my fat fingers always fumble them,” I glance at his hands, the most nimble, dexterous and beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man and roll my eyes, “Alright, get up, we have to leave now.” I head for the door while he scrambles across the floor to grab a hold of my waist to stop me, “Wait, let me have another look at you.”

“You have a whole evening to look at me,” I protest, hoping my voice doesn’t give away the fact that my entire body is prickling from that look in his eyes, and how much I like seeing him on his knees in front of me. “Come on, we don’t want to keep the guys waiting.”

He tightens his fingers around me, and with a kiss to my belly, says “Here’s to a great last night in Cyprus.”

The restaurant that Claire booked is spectacular. Located in the ruin of an old church, it showcases a perfect, uninterrupted view of the Mediterranean Sea. Aphrodite’s Rock is highlighted perfectly by the setting sun, and the full moon behind it appears enormous as it rises from the glittering horizon.

We cheers with our wine glasses when our drinks arrive, and all of us, tanned, gorgeous and tired, look out over the beach and take languid sips of our drinks. Nobody has called me out on the fact that I swore I wouldn’t order wine and then did anyway when I realised I’d be the only one not having something to drink.

“Claire,” Jude says, ankle to knee, one arm draped over the back of my seat. “Why is it that your parents had a house out here the whole time, and you still decided to spend a summer in Shane Healy’s mobile home?”

She laughs, “Because I was seventeen, and the idea of being on holidays with my parents was really embarrassing,” a waiter brings our food over and places it down in front of us, “I thought it’d have been a bit more craic to be with my friends instead, and like, yeah obviously it wasn’t the most glamorous holiday I ever had, but I still had a good time.”

“She made the right choice,” Shane says, placing a hand around her shoulder.

Jude grins, “And this is the first time you’ve had friends here?”

“Yeah, actually it is.”

“Well, hopefully not the last.”

“Agreed,” I say enthusiastically, “Let’s do this every year, this has been just amazing from start to finish.”

Claire smiles and quickly picks up her fork. “Let’s eat, will we?”

The food is amazing. I have scallops and Jude has Monkfish, but we end up sharing with each other like we usually do, with me putting half of my food onto his plate and him putting half of his onto mine. I try some of Claire’s linguine too, and even a little bit of Shane’s steak despite the fact that he’s not entirely on board with the idea of sharing, as usual. The conversation is so good, it flows as easily as our drinks, and just like at the very best times with friends, everything is easy. I laugh when Claire drops a ribbon of pasta onto her lap, at the face that Shane makes when I hold out the bottle of wine to him and he says “Go on, you’ve talked me into it,” and as the evening settles down and the full moon rises in the sky I’m filled with a rare kind of contentment, like absolutely everything is alright in the world.

“It’s so sad that we’re leaving tomorrow,” Claire laments as our empty dishes are cleared away, “It’s just been so nice to be with all of ye and have a little bit of time away from college and all of that, you know, like you don’t actually get these kinds of breaks very often.”

“True,” I say, “But there’ll be so many more, this is really just the start of it now, I can just feel it.”

“Yes…” she says, and she looks down into her lap. Her lips part as though she wants to say more, but then she doesn’t. I watch her exchange something unspoken with Shane, and as he adjusts himself uncomfortably in his seat the very first seeds of uncertainty settle in my guts. “What?” I say, “Was that awkward of me to say? I didn’t meant to imply that I expect you to put us up in Cyprus every year or something, no, I just meant like-”

“No, it’s fine, Evie. I wasn’t thinking that,” says Claire, “It’s just, like…” She trails off.

“We wanted to invite you on holidays with us because we have to tell you something important,” Shane says. “Something that’s good, like. It’s not bad news at all, it’s just…”

“What-”

“Shane’s been scouted,” Claire blurts out, “By the AFL. They like the way he plays football, so they want him to go play professionally, like.”

I’m already out of my seat and reaching over the table to hug him before the last words have left Claire’s mouth, “Oh God, Shane!” I cry, “That’s amazing, I’m thrilled for you, what the hell, that’s like the best case scenario, you must be so happy,”

“I am, yeah,” He says with a big awkward pat on my back, “Sure it’s good news.”

“It’s amazing news, wow, you kept that one quiet.”

“Well we weren’t really allowed to talk about it until it was fully confirmed,” Claire explains, “You know, just in case anything fell through at the last minute, but like, yeah, at this point it’s fully confirmed, it’s happening.”

“Wow, oh my God, I’m stunned, I just-”

“Hang on a second,” Jude says, “Just to confirm, the AFL? So you’re moving?”

I look at him and then to them and back again, “Moving?”

“Yeah,” Claire says, and tears suddenly spring into her eyes, “To Sydney.”

“Australia?” It’s quiet for several moments after the word leaves my mouth, and nobody even says yeah obviously, Evie, what other Sydney is there? You dope. My hands start to tremble.

“Yeah,” Shane speaks carefully like he’s afraid to spook me, “Oz, like. We’re going in September.”

“Four months?” I cry, “That’s all we have left, four months? What am I going to do when you’re gone? That’s crazy, guys, it’s so far, you can’t just go.”

“Evie, it’s his one chance to do this, we have to try.”

“I’m finishing my degree, I’ll be qualified so I’ve a backup plan, but like, I’ll spend a few years trying to get the football thing going, and if it doesn’t work out that’s fine, I just really need to give it a go.”

“A few years is a long time.”

Claire grabs my hand, and I suddenly feel like a toddler who is throwing a tantrum and needs to be managed. “We’ll be back all the time, for Christmas and different things, and you can always come out and stay with us.”

My lip is trembling, and I realise that she is crying, so I cry too, and let tears careen down my face while the waiter comes back with dessert menus and awkwardly places them in front of us. “It’s good, Evie. This is what we want.”

“But your degree,” I whimper, “Aren’t you going to finish it?”

She laughs thickly, “I couldn’t give two shits about my degree, chick. I’m only in college because my dad paid the fees for it, I’m useless.”

“But-”

“I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing, this is what I want, and yeah, I’m sad that I’ll be leaving Ireland but I find it exciting too at the same time. Sure we’re only young, there’s loads of time to try things out,”

“No, I’m happy,” I mop tears from my cheeks, the napkin coming away glittery. “Obviously, I’m really happy, this is amazing…”

“Amazing,” Jude echoes.

“…I’ll just miss you both so much.”

“We’ll miss you too.”

“I never imagined that this would happen.”

“Me neither,” Shane says, “I never thought that the AFL would want me, honestly.”

“Oh of course they would,” I throw my eyes skyward, “Shane Healy, extraordinaire. The most talented man on earth.”

“Dunno about that, now.”

I try to smile, but I end up grimacing hideously instead, teeth clenched, eyes overflowing with tears, “What will I do without you?”

“You’ll be grand, you don’t really need us,”

I don’t think either of them realises how much I do. Who will I confide things in? Who will give me advice that’s hard to hear? Who will take me to doctor’s appointments, force me to get in shape, cook dinner with me, braid my hair, tell me I’m doing alright when I feel like I could fall apart at any minute?

Jude strokes his thumb over my knee beneath the table, “It’s bittersweet, you know? I’m happy for you, Shane.”

“Thanks man,”

“Let’s focus on the time we have left. We have a whole summer before you guys leave, and I really think we can make the most of it, and look,” he turns to me, “We can visit Australia, I’ll take you there, yeah, the flight is long but it’s worth it. It’s amazing, you’ll love it, actually, you’ll all love it. This is something to really look forward to.”

I understand that he’s being optimistic, as usual, but a little toxic part of me wishes that he wouldn’t be, that he’d say something about how it’s too hot in Australia, how the spiders are as big as cats and the food is disgusting just so there’s a chance that Claire and Shane might stay, but I know it’s far too late for that kind of thing.

“It’s so great,” I say through my teeth, “It’s a big change, but it’s just amazing.”

Claire smiles at me tearfully from across the table. “I know,” She mouths.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying so much,” I fan my face as though it’s actually going to achieve something, to dry even a friction of the torrent of moisture on my face. With every blink I feel my mascara transferring onto my lower lids. “I think I just need some air.”

“We’re already outside,” Shane points out, and Claire thumps him on the arm, “That’s not what she means. Go on down to the beach for a walk, Evie, it’s fine. We can just finish up here, and you can text us when you’re feeling a little bit better.”

I get up from my seat, “Okay, I’ll just… I’ll just go down there now, I’ll be fine. I’m delighted, really, it’s just a surprise is all, I’m grand.”

“We know, it’s okay.”

“Wow, what big news,” I try to laugh at myself but the sound that comes out of me is more like a wet rattle. “Fab.” I partially shove my way through other diners to get out of the restaurant, absolutely loathing myself for having such an intense reaction. I wonder what is wrong with me during the whole walk down the sandy bank and towards the beach, and I hate myself even more as I face the sea and hack out one huge, outrageous and unjustified sob.

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If You'll Be My Bodyguard | Part Four

If You'll Be My Bodyguard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal Masterlist

Summary: Halfway through awards season and tensions are running high – for Austin and his girlfriend privately, and for you professionally.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Bodyguard Reader

Warnings: Language, Vague References to Spiritualism/Afterlife, Reader Anxiety, Attack on Vehicle with Bricks, Reader Injury with Bricks, Reader Injury with Broken Glass, Blood, Bruises, Verbal Assault, Argument, Relationship Breakdown, Tears, Emotional Conversations, Emotional Vulnerability, Rating – T.

Word Count: 4100

The pair of shadows cast upon the olive-green curtains on either side of Austin were rather striking, you had to admit. You flipped back and forth between the images Maddie had sent you, focusing on Elvis’s silhouette and the shadow to Austin’s right as you stood beneath the shade of the porch, waiting to head out to the Oscar Nominee’s Luncheon at the Beverly Hilton Hotel. You were so focused on zooming in that you missed the scuff of Austin’s boots behind you, once again only becoming aware of his presence when the weight of his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“Whatcha got there, Betty?” He asked curiously, voice still a little raspy from sleep as he had only been awake for forty-five minutes.

“Just some stuff from Maddie, Mr. Butler, how’re you this morning?” You tried to brush it off as nothing, tried to turn to face him, intending to also put some distance between the skin of your neck and the minty, warmth of his breath.

His arms reached out on either side of you, caging you in, as his hands laid over yours to tilt the phone screen at a better angle for him to see the image you were looking at.

“I recognize that curtain…” He murmured thoughtfully.

He zoomed out before swiping between the photos, tensing behind you. You held your breath, deeply uncertain what his reaction to this might be, and stayed perfectly still until he decided to reveal his thinking.

“Well I’ll be…Isn’t that a comforting thought…” He chuckled warmly before straightening and laying a hand on your shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of your jacket. “Would you send me those?”

“I…absolutely Mr. Butler…” You nodded with a quick smile. “Are you ready to head out?” You asked, implying that it was time to go without strictly saying so.

“I’d better be, or Kate might kill us all.” He grinned and squeezed your shoulder before heading over to the car where Ari was waiting patiently.

While the cocktail hour and luncheon itself seemed quite lovely, you did not envy the brutal press circuit by the pool afterward. It was nearly dark by the time you were home and settled in for the evening. As the next day was Valentine’s Day, Austin’s girlfriend had expressly forbidden anyone from entering the main house for the entire day. You took advantage of the free time to catch up on laundry and some errands to prepare for the trip back to London on Friday.

You also took some time to mentally prepare yourself for Wednesday – Austin’s girlfriend would be joining him for the Santa Barbara Film Festival Virtuoso Award ceremony. Which would entail at least three hours round trip with her in the car. As they emerged Wednesday afternoon, all smiles, looking perfectly matched and glamourous, you hoped that your dread had been all for naught. Perhaps the day alone had done them a world of good. You viciously stamped down the twinge of jealously that plucked at your heartstrings at that thought as you climbed into the front seat, once again happy to let Ari take full responsibility inside the vehicle.

Once past Ventura, the drive actually became quite beautiful with stunning views out over the ocean as the car neared Santa Barbara. Kate seemed only mildly annoyed at your arrival time as you pulled up to the red carpet and happily led Austin through his press duties as you followed along behind the cameras, as usual. You could not help but note that she truly loved her job, and you took a moment to recognize how grateful you were for the opportunity fate had afforded you to work with her – brevity and unfortunate circumstances aside.

While the festival had blocked off a few streets around The Arlington Theatre, there was so much humanity milling about that departure was a painstaking process. Austin stood cradling his award proudly, chatting with Ke Huy Quan who was also waiting for his car to wend its way to the back door of the theatre. Austin’s girlfriend was off to the side taking selfies with some friends she’d run into. There was nothing remarkable about the scene before you whatsoever. And yet you felt utterly ill at ease.

The sight of Ari pulling up to the curb had relief washing over you and you might have been a little bit insistent that the passengers get into the car, but their only comment was a raised eyebrow from Austin and some severe side-eye from the girlfriend. With one final scan of the area, you climbed into the front seat beside Ari and took a slow breath.

“Betty, could you put this in the cup holder for me? I’m worried I might poke my eye out with it.” Austin passed you his award between the seats and you set it carefully out of the way as the car slowly crept forward.

Your legs ached with the urge to bounce, and you pressed your palms down firmly onto your knees to try and suppress the need to release your nervous energy, focusing instead on scanning through the crowds of people waving and cheering. The flash of paparazzi cameras. The sea of humanity that was somewhat corralled but still hindering the progress of the car.

At last, Ari was able to turn onto the street, pointed towards the freeway back to Los Angeles, but then again so were most of the other vehicles. Over the din of the crowd, dampened by the frame of the car, you heard something. Someone calling out Austin’s name in pure hatred. Your head snapped back over your right shoulder, and you squinted into the dim light of the street, into the sea of faces. Your eyes shot wide as they found him. Watched him reach into a bag at his hip and procure a brick in his meaty hand, winding up for a throw.

“Get down! Cover your heads!” You barked out sharply, punching the release on your seatbelt and scrambling over the console to try and get between the projectile and Austin.

“What the fuck are you…” Austin’s girlfriend snapped at you, sneering as you were suddenly coming towards her.

The impact of the brick against the trunk of the car had her screaming and complying. You were briefly pleased to see Austin was already folded as far forward as your recently vacated seat would allow, his hands over his head. You crawled over him, arms braced on the seats in front and behind him to hold your weight while you covered his body with yours. The window beside him exploded in a shower of tinkling glass as another brick finally found its target. You felt it clip the back of your shoulder before rolling to land on your legs where they rested on the seat between Austin and his shrieking girlfriend.

You barely had time to formulate a plan before another brick came sailing through the back window in another spray of glass shards, slamming into your side.

“Ari, get us out of here now!” You shouted, certain that both of them were here again. The man and that woman who had refused to show her face. There was no way one person could throw this many bricks this quickly.

“Hold on tight.” He replied as another brick caught you squarely in the back, knocking the wind out of you.

“Betty, Betty are you ok?!” You could hear Austin’s muffled voice below you, somewhat drowned out by the screaming, but you did not have time to reply as Ari threw the car into reverse and pulled out into the other lane, driving the correct direction, just facing the wrong way.

There was one final, parting shot the shattered the window beside your empty front seat and then you were finally out of range.

“Turning around.” Ari warned you shortly before expertly throwing the car into a controlled 180 spin, the car now pointing the right way. “We’re halfway to the police station, we’ll be there in two minutes.”

“Ok…” You took a shaky breath and swallowed. “Are you ok, Mr. Butler?” You asked, trying to direct the sound into his ear as there was still a cacophony erupting from the seat behind you.

“Yeah, I’m fine but are you ok? You got hit; I know you did…”

“I’m just fine Mr. Butler.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; the adrenaline was keeping the pain at bay for now. “I’m sure this is terribly uncomfortable, but there’s a lot of broken glass, can you stay like this for a bit longer until we can climb out somewhere safe?”

“Of course,” He said you name…your real name…gently. “Of course.”

You felt your throat clench tightly and swallowed roughly as one of his hands carefully, blindly, sought yours and squeezed softly. You looked up as Ari came to a stop and felt relieved to see a police officer stand up from behind their duty desk inside the station and hustle out to meet you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I hate this!” Came an exasperated cry from behind you and you heard Austin’s girlfriend fly out of the car and storm off, heels clicking into the distance.

You reached down carefully to open Austin’s door, sliding off him onto the ground in a sort of dive roll before turning to help him out. Looking over him rapidly, you were pleased to see no obvious cuts or marks. You swallowed as you sensed him doing to the same to you.

“You should go find your girlfriend, the police will want to question you. We’ll find a car home as quickly as possible.”

He frowned softly, hesitating…fingers reach out to gather tiny drops of blood beading from a nick on your cheek.

“I’m fine, Mr. Butler, I assure you.” You nodded with a soft smile and he nodded reluctantly before going to find out where his girlfriend had stormed off to.

You pulled out your phone and started snapping photos, sending them to Scott before calling him as Ari was already deeply in conversation with a gathering contingent of police officers. Scott was climbing into his car, coming to deliver his vehicle to the four of you and speak to the police. He had just ended the call when Austin’s girlfriend came running over at you from the direction of the street.

“You fucking dumb bitch, I coulda died because of you!” She howled inches from your face, her own obviously tear stained. Austin was nowhere to be found. “Why the fuck didn’t you shoot at them?! What the fuck is the point of you, Betty,” She snarled acidy, “if bad shit just keeps happening anyway?!”

You dodged quickly as she took a swipe at you with her wickedly long nails, the impact points on your body beginning to ache, completely beyond the ability to respond and evade her. It would have been easy to neutralize her, but she was your client’s girlfriend – even if she was trying to claw you like a wildcat.

Austin came running from the opposite direction, having obviously never located this distraught woman, and grabbed her by the elbows, hauling her back.

“That is enough. Stop that.” He said firmly. “There’s no way she could have fired into that crowd of people, not over bricks, babe.” He stood there, holding her tightly against him until she calmed down.

Eventually the police officers decided to do their job and led the four of you into interview rooms to provide your statements while the car was impounded as evidence. You took some over the counter painkillers while you waited, quite certain you were in for a very sore couple of days. The entire questioning process took a little over an hour, and Scott was arriving just as you were walking out. You stopped to talk to him but trailed off as you watched two officers leading a man…the man…into the building handcuffed. They headed towards the interview rooms, and you gave Scott one firm nod in confirmation.

“Ari, here’s my car keys. I’ll come by tomorrow with an SUV tomorrow to replace the sedan. The four of you try and get some rest.”

“Thanks boss.” Ari nodded and headed out to get things ready.

You heard Austin and his girlfriend coming down the hall before you saw them – Austin’s girlfriend dealing verbal blow after blow, Austin begging with her to be reasonable. She refused. The fight persisted the entire drive back to Los Feliz, all the way up the driveway and into the house.

“Well, no one ever threw fucking bricks at me until I dated you!” You were grateful as the door closed behind them after that particular salvo, though you felt guilty that Austin was facing that alone.

Trey grabbed your elbow and pulled you into the guesthouse, helping you out of your blazer and unzipping the back of your dress to look over your injuries.

“Well, I don’t have x-ray vision, but I don’t think you’ve broken anything. It’s your call if you want to sleep on it and see where you’re at in the morning or call Scott’s doctor again…”

You made a face and shook your head.

“If anything broke it’s the ribs and there’s nothing for that but time and sucking it up…”

He nodded thoughtfully before his face lit up. “I did make you something though, when Scott called us with the news” He went into the freezer and pulled out a homemade icepack that would cover the majority of your back and your eyes widened.

“Thank you so much…” You smiled, feeling suddenly tearful and he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“I think it would be best to sleep in here tonight…”

“Oh yes, I am not going anywhere near that combat zone. I am definitely persona non grata…Good luck out there tonight.” You patted his shoulder and stiffly got ready for bed, fighting feebly with Ari before surrendering and accepting the real bed.

You had just settled in on your stomach, a pillow beneath your hips to support your lower back, when there was a knock on your bedroom door followed by a mournful awoooo.

“Come in!” You called, looking back confused as Trey opened the door with a distraught Biscuit tucked under one of his arms looking not unlike a football.

“She was also not welcome, apparently. Can she sleep we you?” He asked softly and you nodded quickly.

“Of course!” You held up an arm and he set her on the bed at your side where she nestled in tightly and you pulled her close.

Trey set the ice pack on the back before tucking you in.

“Call me if you need anything.” He nodded before stepping out, shutting the door behind him.

Gradually, Biscuit stopped trembling and finally sank into a restful sleep beside you. You enjoyed the ice pack as long as you dared before sliding it off your body onto the floor, not wanting to add frostbite to the list of injuries. In the still, quiet of the room, the cruel words of Austin’s girlfriend echoed through your mind, bringing a flood of hot, stinging tears to your eyes.

What was the point of you, if bad shit just kept happening anyway?

You sniffled in the dark sanctuary of the bedroom, trying to stem the tide of tears, but feeling the wave of emotion only cresting higher. It was difficult to remind yourself that the pain you were enduring now meant your protectee was physically unscathed. Particularly when you knew the woman he loved was inside their home tearing him to shreds emotionally. It was also nigh impossible to not hold yourself accountable for the lack of resolution in the case…yes, a glimmer of hope lay with the image of the man being led into the back of the station for questioning, but they were most certainly a duo, and the woman was nowhere to be found.

Right now, everything felt like your fault, and you felt like a hopeless failure. Your breath began to shatter into sobs until a warm, wet tongue licked a stripe up your cheek, choking off your descent into self-loathing and despair in one fell swoop. You huffed out a startled laugh as Biscuit lapped up the tears from your other cheek before nuzzling in tightly and you smiled tremulously.

“Thanks, sweet girl…” You whispered softly, soothing both of you simultaneously by running your fingers through her soft, luxurious fur until sleep, thankfully, took you.

Morning was not nearly so kind. Everything hurt, with much greater acuity than the night before. And Biscuit was whining with the need to go outside. You wrapped yourself in a blanket before taking her out to take care of her business, squinting at the brilliant sunshine. The day seem callously cheerful for all that your group had endured.

Marwan came over to you as you watched the dog chase after a random bug, and he yawned dramatically.

“Girlfriend left with several bags around four…schedule’s empty right?” He asked quietly and you nodded with a deep frown.

“Until Friday, yeah…”

Once Biscuit was taken care of, you tucked her back into bed with Ari before taking a careful shower, looking at the marks on your back in the bathroom mirror with a frown. You were definitely going to bruise.

The most you could tolerate was a racerback workout shirt with a built-in shelf bra – anything with more structure than that was absolutely out of the question. Driven by a need to do something nice, and to distract yourself from how pitiful you felt, you very quietly made a batch of homemade biscuits. There were more that enough the feed the five of you and Ari was more than happy to eat several while wrapped in his blankets on the sofa bed.

Eventually you knew you had to enter the main house; Biscuit needed her breakfast and judging from the way she was eyeing Ari’s food, she would not tolerate any further delay. You slid on a zip-up hoodie and plated some of the biscuits, leading the dog of the same name into the silent house. You moved quietly, dishing out her raw food and watching as she practically inhaled it before she lurched her way upstairs, one step at a time.

Her little legs were adorable but somewhat of a disadvantage when it came to stairs.

Thinking back to the past few weeks you’d spent with Austin, you remembered his love of PB&J sandwiches and were in the process of setting up a breakfast station for him when his long arms wrapped around you from behind. On a normal day, the way his cologne flooded your senses would have made your head swim. The muscular planes of his torso would have made your heart trip over itself as it sped up beneath your ribs. The warmth of his body would have flush through you and set your skin aflame.

Not today. Today, the pressure of him against the injuries on your back wrenched an involuntary wail from you and your fingertips dug into the unyielding surface of the marble countertop as you tried to pull away from the source of pain. Your response was primal and reactionary and had him jumping back as though you had scorched him with naked flame.

“I knew it! I knew you were hurt, why would you lie to me…” His voice broke and weakened halfway through his statement and you turned to see his red-rimmed eyes, abused by crying and lack of sleep, shining once again with tears.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Butler, I didn’t want to worry you and I’m more ok than last time I…I’m sorry I shouted it just…It does hurt.” You admitted reluctantly, looking down.

Your eyes landed on the food, and you quickly looked back to him.

“But I made biscuits, you must be hungry?” You tried to distract him.

“Can I see?” He asked softly and you swallowed tightly, mind racing with pros and cons before slowly nodding.

You pulled down the zipper on your hoodie and shrugged it off your shoulders to rest at your elbows before turning around. Two of the three marks were easily visible – the shoulder hit and the mid-back hit.

“There’s another down here…” You gestured to your right side and heard him sigh your real name shakily. You swallowed tightly. “I’m sorry…”

“Wait…what? Why are you apologizing?” You felt the current of air before he came to stand in front of you. “Thank you. Thank you for protecting me I…I mean last night was awful on many levels but…you still kept me safe…and I want to hug you but it’s going to hurt you.” He whispered the last sadly and you felt your lip tremble.

You shrugged back into your hoodie and leaned forward, pressing your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. He paused a moment before putting his hands on your hips, a safe spot, and squeezing tightly.

“Thank you.” He whispered again and you nodded against him.

After a few moments you both pulled back, sniffling and wiping at your eyes.

“Biscuits?” You offered and the canine of the same name barked in response. “Not you sweetheart, you’re not breakfast.” You crouched down to grab one of her nearby toys, tossing it down the hall, sending her skittering after it as Austin went about making himself a few sandwiches.

“Have you seen a doctor?” He asked, sucking some peanut butter off his thumb and you shook your head distractedly.

“Not necessary at this point, they’re behaving as expected…as long as they transition through the rainbow I’ll be fine…Just ice and rest…”

He nodded and pulled out of a few ice packs from his freezer.

“Come watch a movie with me?” He asked, plate now loaded with the sandwiches.

Unable to resist the promise of cooling relief on the angry heat of your impact wounds, you nodded quietly and took the icepacks, following him to the living room. He insisted you take the lounge seat on the sectional and lay the icepacks on your back once you were laying down. You pressed your cheek into the cushion, feet hooked on the top of the couch, watching him practically inhale the biscuits with a soft smile as he set up the movie Heat.

Somewhere between waking and sleeping, you were startled when he spoke about midway through the film.

“I hate your job…”

You tensed and lifted your head to look at him properly, bearing your weight on your forearms. The icepacks slid down to the small of your back, making you shiver. You’d let them rest on your bruises too long, but it had felt too good.

“I’m sorry Mr. Butler, I’ll talk to Scott about finding a replacement right away.” You wished you sounded more professional, but there was a notable tremor to your voice.

“No!” His head snapped toward you, and he shook it violently. “No…I hate that you get hurt for me…I hate that anyone has to…” He sighed deeply and slumped back into the sofa. “I really…I just don’t get why they hate me so much I…I really just worked my butt off, there was no black magic or anything…” He sounded so tired and deflated that you pushed up fully, moving to sit beside him careful of the sleeping Biscuit.

“No one believes otherwise…its just one or two very unbalanced individuals and I’m so sorry they’re wreaking such havoc on your life…I’m sorry I can’t do more…”

He looked up at you sadly and shook his head, pulling the boneless dog into his lap before folding himself into your arms quietly. You held him gently, blinking back tears of sympathy, the movie playing unwatched on the television.

“Please sleep in here tonight? This house is too quiet…” He whispered eventually and you nodded quickly.

“Of course, I absolutely will.”

“Hey I’m…I’m really sorry about the stuff she said to you, that was really uncalled for and I really value everything you and the guys do for me and I…”

“You don’t owe me any sort of apology, on yours or anyone else’s behalf.” You cut him off gently.

“She’s not coming back.” He murmured softly and you clenched your eyes shut, flooded with grief for him.

“I’m so sorry, Austin…” You said in outright violation of your professionalism because the last thing this man needed right now was an employee.

He sighed heavily and nodded against your collarbone.

“Me too…”

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