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billskeis · 1 month

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ᡣ𐭩 beach days w the kaulitz twins

the water felt amazing to touch as you dipped your feet in. it’s been a while since you’ve actually been to the beach and had made plans to go with the kaulitz twins.

luckily, the plans made it out the groupchat and with your busy schedule as a solo artist and theirs as tokio hotel, everyone was able to follow through.

swimming by yourself, you moan in satisfaction to how the water cooled you down from the heat of the summer.

“bill! tom! hurry up!” you exclaimed to the twins as they begin to usher themselves towards the shore.

“fuck! it’s cold,” bill complained.

“man up bill, don’t be such a puss,”

“oh shut up tom!”

tom laughed but immediately gasped as the black haired twin splashes water, getting tom somewhat soaked.

“my..my hair..!”

“that’s what you get!!”

“you little shit.. wait, y/n?”

…

“oh shit y/n! i’m so sorry,” bill made his way towards you in the water, a little slow as the water provided a little resistance.

“y/n—FUCK..!”

“TOM—!”

“GERONIMOOOO!!¡!”

both you and bill screamed while bill fell into the water as tom leaped on top of him, the impact of the water and the weight of the two twin’s bodies held you underwater for seconds longer than they were.

tom was the first to raise his head from under the water, seeming to no longer care about his locs being wet.

giggling, he witnessed as his baby brother came up second gasping for air.

“what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“hey! you started it first,”

“you fu—y’know what—nevermind.. where’s y/n?”

“dunno, weird.. she was just here,”

the twins called for you, voices muffled due to the body of water.

you hid underwater. in a panic. you have no fucking idea as what to do. the twins cannot see you like this.

imagine your childhood friends seeing you in this state. god, how fucking embarrassing.

your bikini top came off, and is nowhere near to be found in the water. it must’ve come undone when tom jumped on the two of you, that little shit.

you cannot hold your breath for any longer, fuck, what do you do?? it’s getting harder and harder to stay underwater. you panic, bubbles escaping as you then begin to gasp in the water.

fuck it.

you choke, but your head rises above from the water and the twins flinch at the splash of water and the uncalled for jumpscare.

“y/n!! are you okay??” bill exclaimed as he ushers himself closer to you in a worry, tom quietly following behind as he also worried.

“d-don’t come any closer,” you squeak as the twins stop in their tracks, “are you hurt?? why were you under the water for so long—oh..”

tom scrunches his face in confusion as he sees the surprised expression on bill’s face. your face heats a bright red as you realize that bill notices whats wrong, clutching your bare chest between your arms even closer.

“what?? what is it??” tom asks, “you’re not hurt right y/n?” you nod your head, slowly turning around to reveal the situation that is completely tom’s fault! how could he!?

he swallows a hard lump in his throat, swimming trunks becoming a bit tight. he questions whether it’s the heat from the sun or the fact that you’re presented topless in front of him.

bill cannot also help but feel a little bashful, as your back is turned to him he holds a hand to his mouth in shock, also hiding how red his face is.

“i—i think it’s time for me to go..”

“wait y/n! stay, the water is still so nice,”

why was he so insistent?

“how can i tom!? i lost my bikini top and it’s nowhere to be found..”

tom clutches the piece of fabric behind his back, he attempts to shove the garment down the trunks of his shorts without you noticing.

bill smirked as he places a hand on your shoulder, you turning to him to look up at how he smiles ear to ear.

“y/n.. do you wanna go back to the hotel?”

you gulp, what’s with this sudden change of atmosphere. bill’s body was way closer than expected you cannot stop but stare at the star tattoo that was peaking through his shorts.

“i, uhm..”

he’s really close, you’re getting all flustered and you don’t want him to catch on to that. he’s one of your best friends for god’s sake! get it together y/n..

as you begin to widen the gap between you and bill, your back hits a rock. there’s rocks this shallow on the shore?? you swore that the spot the three of you went to swim in was pretty open.

a hand grips your waist, you whip your head in shock to meet tom’s gaze, his lids a bit lowered as he bites his lip slightly to hold in a groan.

your backside was pressed onto his crotch, obviously hardened.

“y/n..”

“t-tom!”

in a frenzy, your attempt to escape was feeble as bill closed the once open gap between you two. completely sandwiched in between the twins, you look down to hide how completely shy and pathetic you look.

bill grabs one of your arms, you gasp in trying to hide your chest once more as he places the hand he ripped from you onto his lower groin.

“see what you do, y/n? god—we’ve been giving you so many signs but your little head just didn’t see them hm?”

“what’re you talking about??”

“cut the crap y/n,” tom chimes in from behind, “we want you. we like you. so bad. since the moment we met you,”

“…”

the twins?? like you?? no fucking way, not one but two?? unbelievable. your heart thumps an unexplainable speed as you cannot help but feel giddy and anxious given the current situation.

“i’ll ask again, schatzi, do you wanna go back to the hotel?”

bodies pressed against yours, you’re chest flush against bill’s, your hand no longer guarding the breasts you so desired to hide. with your back against tom’s chest, you feel everything.

did he get harder?

you tilt your head up to look at bill and tom, obviously grinning. they’re expectant. needy. spoiled. you’ve always given them whatever they wanted when asked for but this is just a whole other level.

with a sharp breath you inhale,

“yes.”

“f-fuck..!” you yelp as the constant touching of the twin’s on your cunt has your brain turning into mush.

as the three of you made it back to the hotel room, it started off with kissing. quick and rough, both using their mouths to work on two different areas at once.

bill suckled on the right of your nipples as tom’s tongue danced with yours. knees buckling, you’re now losing the strength to stand up.

“up we go!” tom lifts you up princess style after the two of them unlatched their mouths off you. body littered with hickeys, you’re gonna have to find out a way to cover these while also dealing with the malibu heat.

or not.

as tom lays you gently on the couch, he lays your head onto his lap as he bends down to place a kiss on your forehead, smiling.

bill taps your thigh to catch your attention, looking down at the only piece of clothing that had covered what the two of them really wanted.

“can i take them off?”

“mmhm,”

he slips your bikini bottoms off in no time, throwing them somewhere far away, heck, probably even out of the balcony window as all they wanted to see you in all of your glory 24/7.

“fuck y/n..” bill moans as you instantaneously spread your legs out in front of him, tom’s hands playing with your hair that fell onto his legs.

“i’m so glad you said yes.”

and that’s how you ended up where you are now.

moaning like a bitch in heat as you clutches the cushions of the couch with how tom moved his thumb in circles over your clit while bill had two of his digits fucking into you, purposely curving them to press on your g-spot again and again.

they bullied your cunt to their liking, and they fucking loved it.

loved the way your moans slipped out of your mouth, lips swollen from how hard you bit them to not let the noises slipped. but bill only went harder.

loved the way your tits bounced from the impact of how bill pistons his fingers in and out of your wet pussy.

loved the way your legs would convulse from attention and intricacy to how tom would rub your clit. nice and slow to ensure you felt everything, a grip on his shorts when you panicked at how an orgasm would quickly wash over the other.

“no..no more..! please!”

it was like, what, the fourth or fifth time you came?? after each and every one of them the twins would giggle and continue to wring them out of your body dry.

cooing sweet nothings to you as they promised they would ‘stop after this one’ or ‘just one more baby okay?’

“fuck schatzi.. you’re so wet.. so fucking hot, ” as tom slaps your pussy lightly, fingers hitting your clit just right.

“can’t believe we didn’t do this earlier.. you’re just so perfect y/n..” bill moans as he thrusts his hips against the couch, tom palming himself as he lolls his tongue out to play with his lip piercing.

they’re drunk off of just seeing you in such a state. they’re so happy, so happy that you let them toy with you as if they own you.

“h-hahh.. stop.. please—unnnggghh..!”

your gummy walls are nothing but sensitive, feeling everything as bill thrusts his fingers into you, a constant squelch of your pussy as he fucks you. it didn’t help that tom also wasn’t done with your clit, the hooded bud only ever sending electricity through your body.

and then it came down. either your fifth or sixth orgasm as your cunt spills with squirt, the couch now becoming soaked with your come.

“what a fucking sight.. look at this pussy..” tom kneads at the flesh of your breast with his free hand as he slows the pace of his thumb on your clit.

“mm.. good girl, y/n.. doing s’well for us..” as he leans down to lick a stripe up your torso starting from your belly button, tongue traveling as he reached below your breasts to now bring his head up.

the twins admired you and how you grind your hips into their hands to ride your orgasm out. are they finally done? they slowed down, god please let this be over you thought.

you almost fainted from the pleasure

tom props you up to his on his lap as he pecks your cheeks and shrugs your shoulders playfully as nothing ever happened.

your chest heaves to catch a breath, body soaked in sweat and your own juices. you softly smile, “you okay?” he asks, “y-yeah..”

bill hands you an opened bottle of water from the hotel fridge, you thank him and take a swig of the cooling liquid, “had fun?” he giggles.

“shut up..” you grumbled, the twins did nothing but laugh as they looked at you and then exchanged looks. bill kisses your lips after taking the water bottle into his own hands.

“you’re godsend y/n.. we enjoyed every moment of it,”

as bill sits beside tom, tom brings a blanket to cover the three of you. you nuzzle your body into the two of them, all exhausted from your indecencies.

“soooo about liking me..”

“we love you, y/n,” tom blurts out.

“really??”

“like, really,” bill responds.

“well shit.”

“do you not like us back??” tom asks with concern in his voice, bill pouts, a tinge of guilt in their chests as they felt like they’ve forced you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.

“no shit! you think i was just gonna let you guys finger fuck me till’ i almost pass out if i didn’t like you??”

“oh,” they both say at the same time.

“i love youuuuu,” you say,

“love you too princess,” bill smiles like an idiot.

tom can only smother you in kisses, too shy to speak.

“hey!” bill does the same.

it is now a competition.

a/n : and there you have it, my first kaulitz twins x reader fic ! also im so sorry i havent posted in like almost a week, on top of school i went clubbing for st pattys weekend and my drunk ass fell down a flight of stairs, i fucked up my knees and fingers . pray for a speedy recovery y’all 😭😭

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp #billskeis

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tendou-satori-chocolatier · 2 months

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osamu: atsumu is the worst

anyone who isn't friends with them: ikr

osamu: you've just been unfriended, unfollowed, blocked, ignored, my mom's calling your mom and you're not invited to my teen queen sweet sixteen summer beach bash birthday party

#haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrecthaikyuu #haikyuuanime #haikyuuincorrect #osamu miya #atsumu miya

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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the fourth - j.fisher

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

warnings: minor spelling/grammatical errors + fluff

a/n: super excited for the second season 😁😁

the Fourth of July on cousins beach was something else. it was far different from the normal parties at home. there were fireworks for miles at almost every hour of the night. the sky lit up in colors of red, white, blue, and sparkling shimmery gold.

there was nothing more magical than cousins beach lit up under the beautiful dazzling display.

however, you could think of a view much more beautiful to stare at. Jeremiah fisher.

he was one of Susannah’s boys that you began to develop a crush on. you’d seen him lifeguarding the pool from time to time. he’d been on the stand at your very first time at the country club, and while he was rotating around the pool, he crouched down to where you rest against the ledge, “you shouldn’t be in this pool.” he says, a playful smirk forms against his lips, “you’re making my job harder.”

from that point forward, you made it your mission to show up to that damn country club and in whatever skimpy bikini you could find to impress him. it’s what got you invited to the summer bash on the beach with his friends.

“this is Steven, who you’ve met he works at the club, belly, and my brother conrad. guys this is y/n.”

“you come here every summer?” belly asks, she’s the first to whisk you away from the three boys while they searched for the keg or any sightings of drinks.

“no, this is my first time.” you follow her along the sand, allowing the grains to slip into your sandals before situating yourselves towards the water.

“I can see you have an eye for Jeremiah.” belly nudges your shoulder before quickly turning her head in search of the boys. there wasn’t a sight of them for miles, so the coast was clear to chat of them, “he likes you too. he talks about you a lot.”

her emphasis makes you blush. having not known Jeremiah well enough, or even close enough, you’re unsure if he does this often. you’re unsure if it’s compliment that he speaks about you, or if he does this so often it’s annoying for his friends.

you don’t have too much time to question her before Jeremiah is kicking sand in your face and plopping down against the sand beside you. he’s brought two red solo cups, one for you and the other for him.

“thank you.” you smile. you take the cup from his hand, fingers briefly touching, his hand is wet from the condensation of the cup. you’re blushing even harder than when belly was talking about him, and you’re so thankful for the stars and the dark skies to mask it.

“I think shayla is here we should go find her.” belly suggests to conrad and Steven. while the three get up you catch belly’s eyes and she flashes a wink in your direction. you owe her for next time, and you’re sure there will be another.

“so you’ve never seen the fireworks here?” he scoots closer to you, thighs briefly brushing against each other.

you feel the butterflies in your stomach erupt as you look over into his eyes. the stars reflect in them, you can feel your heart beating faster when he looks over at you.

just as you begin to reply, the eruption of the crackles in the sky startles everything in you. you subconsciously jump closer to him, and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, “I got you, it’s okay.” he chuckles while pulling you almost into his lap.

“I’m sorry I’m not normally scared.” you reply with a chuckle. you’re hesitant to relax against his body. he smells of sun tan lotion and a mixture of cologne, you could get used to that.

he turns his head in your direction. a small smile forms against his lips, “you’re beautiful under these stars.”

you inch closer, eyes glued on his lips. this is the only thing you could ever want. a kiss under the stars, fireworks erupting in the background. you want this.

you wonder what his lips taste like. do they taste like the beer he just drank? or perhaps the cherry popsicle he was previously sucking on that turned his lips bright red. the curiosity was killing you.

“that one’s pretty.” he swivels his head in the direction of the sky, index finger pointed at the golden shimmer against the darkness. you watch them for a moment, how they shimmer and dazzle.

for a moment, you feel the world stop around you. like life beyond you is just background noise and the fireworks are all you can see. you feel like a little kid again, wondering what life was like on cousins at age eight. you wonder how cute Jeremiah was then. you wonder if his family and belly’s did sparklers or cozied up under a fire to witness these very same Fourth of July fireworks.

it’s then when he takes his chance. he gently places his index finger under your chin and turns your face towards him. the curls that brush against his forehead gently tickle your forehead as he leans in. his lips fit like a glove. they taste like a mixture of cherry popsicle and bitter wheat beer he was illegally drinking.

you can feel fireworks in your own stomach erupting. they shoot up and dazzle over and over as he keeps kissing you. his hand is wrapped around the base of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

“you taste like beer.” you say finally pulling away for air. you feel like you’re floating above water. heart is full of so much joy you’re smiling wider than you ever thought you could.

“is that why you stopped?”

you shake your head brushing a couple of strains of hair that stuck to your face from the wind, “no, I never wanna stop.”

“good,” he pauses for a second, fingers lacing into your hair again, “me neither.”

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kathrynsoutherland · 8 months

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who: Mandy Hartman @mcndyhcrtmcn where: Swim Beach about: End of Summer Beach Bash; Beach

Ryn had been walking around for what felt like hours trying to find a place where she could lounge and enjoy the sunshine without being in the way of other things. It wasn't that she didn't mind being around people, she just didn't want to be that person that picked a spot and then be in the way of some intense game of soccer or something. So, she'd moved to a more secluded area on the beach and stopped, taking a look around for a moment before she moved her attention to the blonde sitting there, and Ryn offered her a smile. "I hope I'm not bothering you." she started, standing so she was now in the spot she was hoping to occupy. "Do you mind if I lounge here? I won't be much of a distraction, promise. I just wanted to read my book and the beach is full of people playing different types of games. I just don't want to be in the way."

#summer event; mandy thread 001 #beach bash; ryn x mandy

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Visceral In Doses

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

series warnings: mentions of sex, curse words, bits of angst, small age gap (5 years), mentions of nudity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and other mental health related talk

series masterlist: continued masterlist

blurbs will be found in the “visceral in doses blurbs” tag

☀️: the summer series 🎞️: the vogue series🎄: holiday series

first weeks:

Nothing Like The Rain

Hook, Line, And Sinker

Dangerous

Losing Our Balance

months 1-3

Let The Chaos Begin

The Waiting Game

Something For The Pain And Something So I Sleep

Drama Isn’t Picky

months 4-6

Drunk Off You & ig edit

Haze

I Love The Sound, I Love The Taste ☀️

Summertime And The Living’s Easy ☀️

Pleasing ☀️

Cherries And Cream ☀️

Paradise ☀️

1 year

A Peek Behind The Curtain

No Home Without Me

Date Nights

I Wanna Stay Here Forever

Day In The Life

Angel

The Very First Christmas 🎄

Christmas Trees & Ice Skating 🎄

2 Years

Decisions

Daddy

Breaking The Internet

I Can Feel Your Heart Beatin’ With Mine

Bliss

Falling Fast, Breathing Slow

Stars All Aligned

Words We Don’t Mean

Words We Don’t Mean pt. 2

The Countdown Begins

Nolan Rhodes Barzal

The Beginning

Undying Love

Beach Bums

You’re My Remedy

Mother

3 Years

Kiss It Better

Boy’s Day… Plus Mom

Vineyard Adventures ☀️

Flicks From Italy ☀️

Surprise!

Countdown To The Wedding

Pre-wedding Requisites

Mother’s Day Special

4 Years

KUWTB

Only Light Up…

My Dear Devoted Delicate

I Love My Name Inside Your Voice

Introducing: The Barzals

Mrs. Barzal

You Can Hear It In The Silence

Won’t You Comfort Me

The Best Is Yet To Come

5 Years

Baby Angel

Grateful

Barzy’s Birthday Bash

Perfect In Denim

How It Started

Searching For Answers

We’ve Got A Problem

I Tore You Right Apart

X Marks The Spot

Forever Doesn’t Measure

Life Filled With Joy

Pregnant And Thriving

6 Years

Back Like We Never Left

Round 3

Midnights Like This

Babygirl Barzal

73 Questions 🎞️

Insight 🎞️

Beauty Secrets 🎞️

The It Girl 🎞️

24 Hours 🎞️

Preparations 🎞️

The Big Night

About Last Night

Pulling You Apart

Forever And Ever

GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

Mine

Body Electric

Barzal Film Reel

The Family Man

Don’t You Ever Grow up

You Can’t Slow Time

My Body Is Your Alarm Clock

I Feel You No Matter What

All Treats For The Barzals

Frustration

Thanksgiving Shenanigans 🎄

Under The Mistletoe 🎄

The First Christmas Party 🎄

#mat barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #mat barzal x reader #visceral in doses #visceral in doses blurbs

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kasdeyalilith · 2 years

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A Ballad Of Love And Betrayal

Warning/s: Slight Angst

Character: Scaramouche x Reader

Synopsis: Reader found Scaramouche first after being discarded by Ei. Reader is with Scaramouche until he went with the Fatui

It was Summer when you first saw him, as pale as a bleached bone in Sumeru's desert. The sound of crying brings you into the dark forests of Inazuma, where you discovered him curled up against a giant tree root. His white robes are now covered with grass and mud, but he doesn't seem to notice as he cries again. As a lower type of youkai, you can only wander from different areas of Inazuma like a living ghost avoiding any direct contact with humans.

But he's different; you're not sure why, but you find yourself walking towards him, and he glances up abruptly, like a deer about to flee. You awkwardly smiled at him, widening your arms as if to indicate that you mean no harm, but you can't help but feel a tug in your heart as he stares at you. His eyes are red from crying, his cheeks are ruddy from too much sniffling, he looks like him, and it makes you clutch yourself tightly, willing yourself to not remember the sight of your brother before he's slaughtered in front of you.

You have no explanation why you persuaded him to follow you; all logic and promises about not dealing with people are tossed out the window as you stare at him while he drinks the black tea you brewed. He eventually stops sobbing, but you can still hear occasional sniffles from time to time, and as the night draws closer to morning, you notice some strange things about the stranger. He's not talkative, he's also bashful, preferring to stay in your living room when you offered him your room. He's also too flawless to be a human, human eyes can't glow and be dazzling like that, humans don't have the type of divine aura that surrounds him, he's too beautiful even as a youkai who has lived for hundreds of years you find his beauty to be one in a million.

Weeks have passed after finding the stranger and nothing much has transpired between you two besides knowing his name. Kunikuzushi he says which makes you raise an eyebrow at the meaning but you don't press him further, preferring to sit against your blanket in front of the fire you lit.

Another month goes by, and he gradually warms up to you, beginning with opening the windows in the morning and preparing the tea he first drank at your home. You occasionally invite him to accompany you on boar hunts, and he is a tremendous help since he can handle the bow as if he had trained all his life for it. His eyes lit up with wonder during your discussion of how to cook the boar into various dishes; you notice that he prefers you cooking stew with potatoes and cabbage in it, and how he quickly finishes the soup you made and looks at you for a second serving; you can only smile in adoration as he hums when you filled his bowl again.

You've spent your days with him gardening or hunting, and when afternoon comes, you'll both head to the beach and swim or train his sword and spear skills. Every day was an adventure; you'd prepare breakfast as he tended to the garden, and then you'd both have some sunsettias after an intense training session.

He learns to sew and cook from you, and when the storm is too strong for you both to go outside, you produce a sewing kit after seeing him flinch at the sound of lightning, offering it as a distraction, and it appears to work as he leans his head against your chest, his fingers nimbly holding the needle through the pattern he made.

Kunikuzushi invited you to the beach after a storm, and you were confused as to why he chose to go there given that the beach was likely littered with debris. You feel as if the world is waiting with bated breath for something to happen, and you can't help but be anxious. An ugly emotion clings to your heart as you wait for him to announce that he's finally leaving you to travel the world. However, he didn't utter those words; instead, he made you sit on the stone surrounded by grass and flowers. You waited for him to sit next to you like he always does, but he began to speak and stare off into the distance as if he were trying to push away the ache growing in his chest. He told you about his mother, his abandonment, and his failure.

He looks at you expectantly, preparing himself for another betrayal, but is taken aback when you throw yourself on him. He loses his footing and falls to the sand with you after yelping in surprise. He tightens his arms around you, embracing your body as you utter the words he's been searching for since his birth into this world. In return, he can only cry and laugh, having finally found his home.

His second betrayal comes a year later, you urged him to try and socialize with other people. You think that he must be bored with simply conversing with you, and it would be helpful for him to have other friends when you depart on an important trip.

"I'm content conversing with you alone; why should I attempt to speak with others?" Kunikuzushi grumbles as he prepares the plates for dinner.

“Because Kuni, you need to have friends other than me. It will help for you to not be alone whenever I go somewhere”

“Then take me with you, I promise I’ll be good” he said

“I’m sorry Kuni, I wish I could but the other youkais are not very welcoming to others that are not cut from the same cloth”

He stood unsteadily, ready to provide another argument, then stopped, nodded, and agreed with you. You smiled at him as you pecked his cheek, then moved to serve the rice you had prepared, oblivious to the redness creeping up on his neck as he touched the spot where you had kissed him.

After your visit to see your other relatives and friends, he introduced you to his blacksmith friend. You saw him tugging on his sleeve as he introduced the boy to you, his face beaming as he described how he met the boy and the adventures they had when you're away. The boy stumbles before you as he stutters his name, a blush on his face. He appeared to be alright, and you had nothing else against the person. Kuni spends the majority of his time with his new friend, leaving you to your regular duties, but you brush off your sadness because he appears content with his new friend. Occasionally, he brings him over, and the three of you discuss various topics, such as constellations and sword-making skills.

You are alone planting flowers on your windowsill when you hear footsteps and see Kunikuzushi racing towards you with tears streaming down his cheeks. You instantly rise to your feet and rush to him, holding him as he sobs on your shoulder. Your kimono was drenched with his tears, yet you did not move as you reached for his cheeks to wipe away the tears that were departing his eyes. Soon after he has dropped to his knees, he reveals what transpired: he informed his friend about his past, but instead of welcoming him, his friend called him a monster and an abomination.

Your vision is filled with wrath as you get to your feet and grab your vision and weapon. You are about to kill the human when Kuni stops you. He still considers him a friend and family and requests your forgiveness to be extended to him. Even though it hurts to let go of your weapon, you did so and moved to his side as he snuggles up to you. That night, the forest again echoed with the sound of the puppet's cries.

It is difficult to leave the home you've lived in for years, but it is necessary to escape the area as news of the shogun's puppet staying nearby travels like wildfire and you soon detect traces of human scent approaching your home. You and Kuni can only carry so much with you as you both flee from the area, but not before you take one final glance back and memorize the garden filled with flowers and vegetables as its vines climb the black roof tiles of the house. The house sits still against the rising sun, and you can't help but feel sorry about leaving the place where you had many memories with Kunikuzushi and where your brother lived until his passing.

Kuni still holds the betrayal close to his heart, even after many moons have passed since the incident. You've tried everything to soothe his aching heart, and you sometimes feel like it's working, but you're disheartened whenever you catch him casting that longing and agonizing glance in the direction of the village. Over time, he appears to have moved on, and it feels as though you and him have returned to your previous routines. But there are times when he has nightmares at night, but you are always there to calm him, and he will be eternally thankful for you staying by his side.

You don't know when it begins, but thinking about Kunikuzushi always causes you to turn a shade of red. The yearning touches as your hands work together to create clay pots or the sight of him sleeping next to you with his eyelashes fluttering as his dreams pass through his mind causes you to blush and feel tense. He's noticed that you've been avoiding him lately, and he's worried that you're finally sick of him and blames him for leaving your house.

His lips quiver at the thought of waking up without you close to him, so he exerts more effort to help you, but you continue to lean away whenever he sits by you. He tried to get you to tell him stories, as you often do before falling asleep, but you always responded that you were too sleepy. He had enough when you stand after he has sat by your side, he grasped your hand while he looked at you, his chest was about to burst from the emotions he felt.

“Do you hate me that much? If you’re going to leave me then do it, I-I won’t blame you if you do” He says but his grip on your arm tightens more as the words leave him.

“What? I don’t hate you Kuni, I just have- I…you’ll hate me”

“Hate you? Teyvat can fall in ruins if I’ll ever do, you’re the only one who stays with me”

“Kuni- “

“I thought that you grew tired of me” his words shocked me, I slowly resent myself for even making him feel that way.

“I’m sorry Kuni, I didn’t intend it to be that way. The reason I pull away from you is because… I have developed feelings for you”

You have now expressed your feelings for the puppet. You are aware of the impending rejection, yet this does not make it any less painful. You anticipated harsh words, but he greets you with a smile instead; you have no time to appraise the situation before he draws you to him. His eyes, which are a deep violet color, desires a response, which I provide by moving closer and pressing my lips against his. My pulse quickens in response to the sensation, and my mouth becomes eager as he reciprocates. The urge for greater pleasure compels you to wrap your arms around his neck and cling to his hair until there are no more spaces between the both of you.

As I caress his hair and grasp it in my hand, he becomes still, his eyes widening with passion as he calls my name against my neck. As he nears his pleasure, his breathing becomes hard, his knees weaken, and he leans into me as he ends. He runs after my lips, removing my clothing as he trails kisses till he reaches mine, and he wasted no time in descending upon me. Even though his face was already pressed against mine, I continued to try to bring him closer until I, too, felt a wave of pleasure wash over me like a storm. As he claims me again and again throughout the night, he whispers love and adoration.

The next month was pure bliss. Kuni would wake you up with a kiss, and you couldn't help but laugh like a fool in love at his actions. He's as attached to you as a vine is to a tree. He never leaves your side unless he has to, and he's always trying to make little things for you, like a bracelet or some charms he thinks will look good on you. At the end of the day, you always end up lying under the covers with him between your legs while humming a lullaby you learned years ago.

Even as he sleeps, his breathing will match your tunes. You've noticed that he wakes up from nightmares less often and sleeps more soundly, and it warms your heart to know that you're part of the reason why. You sighed as you kissed the top of his head, and as you closed your eyes, you, too, fell asleep.

You wake up to the sound of rustling against the window; Kuni is still sleeping, so you quietly withdraw his hands from around your waist while you put on your boots to investigate the noise. You're surprised to see a tiny child cowering in fright in one of the flower pots you made; his face was near to tears as he begged you not to hurt him. You're going to help the boy out of the pot when you feel arms grab you, and you turn to see Kunikuzushi standing in front of you, ready to fight someone but stopping when he sees the youngster.

The child ends up living with you two; at first, Kuni is wary of him, but he gradually warms up to him. You three developed an odd, but happy, family over the course of a few months. Kunikuzushi took his time sewing a doll for him for his birthday while I picked fruits and flowers for his cake, and you're looking forward to giving his gifts, so you hurriedly dust down your skirt and take your basket as you made your way to the house.

Before you could open the gates, you heard your lover scream, and you ran towards the front door, practically kneeling in agony at the sight. The child you consider to be your son bleeds in the same living room where you three had dinner the night before. As he cries, Kunikuzushi pulls him closer, the doll now forgotten on the side. You clutch the two closer to you as you try to fight back your tears, soothing the puppet as he laments his third betrayal.

Kunikuzushi burned down the house you'd both built, dismissing your protests. Kuni has been cold and distant since the child's death, but you attempted to be empathetic despite your own pain. Even after he told you that he would join the Cryo Archon, you stayed with him in the hopes that he would resurface through the grief and return to you. It was a cold winter night when he arrived at the house he was given as a harbinger; the house was cold and large, as everything is. You missed the beaches and warmth that Inazuma has to offer, but Kuniku-Scaramouche needs you now more than ever.

He told you about his first kill in great detail, grinning like a lunatic as he expects you to praise him and hold him close to you for such a divine feat. Humans are weak in any case, he says, and they'll be more useful as training dummies for him. You can only hold back the bile in your throat as you hug him, remembering the family he murdered and massacred for fun. You know what you're doing is wrong, supporting and loving him despite the fact that he killed hundreds in the sake of the Tsaritsa, but you cave the moment his eyes settle on yours, because you can still see the Kunikuzushi you loved behind those cold and glaring eyes.

Scaramouche then betrays the Fatui for his own gain; you thought you were both going back to Inazuma to be together again, but you were proven wrong when he poisoned the traveler and stole the Gnosis from the Kitsune, who looks at you with pity and disdain, but you can only bow down in shame to your former leader. Scaramouche still brought you with him when he escaped the Fatui, and at night he'll hold you close to him while he wept. You sang the lullaby you used to sing whenever he had a nightmare, and it worked because he stopped crying but still gripped your clothes closer as if you'd vanish before his eyes.

You both travelled to Sumeru months later to see The Doctor; you're in the dark and unaware of his plans, yet you remain faithful and stayed. Even when hints of corruption sprouted at your side like black roots, you remained silent and backed Scaramouche on his quest to become a deity, hoping that after all this, he'd return to you and leave it all behind. He told you that he will find a way to cure you once you can't hide the corruption creeping up to your face and taking one of your eyes.

The corruption then took your hearing, but you can still remember Scaramouche crying during the night as he held you, his body racked with grief as he clutches you closer to him. You can't hear what he says anymore, and your eyesight is failing you, so you can only feel him embrace you. When the Doctor injects something into you, you can sometimes make out the things he says and even trace his face with your fingertips.

He'll smile at the hope that you're getting better, so he lets the Doctor attach the equipment to your head, saying that you just need to endure a bit longer to get better amidst your cries of anguish. When you woke up, you couldn't find Kunikuzushi.

The Doctor only told you that he was one step away from becoming a god and that he would visit soon as he clasps the head gear to you. Before you could even beg him to stop, you felt the electricity coursing through your brain as if it were harvesting every memory you had.

All you could do was scream until Kunikuzushi was the only thing you could think of before everything went black and you passed out.

The battle with the traveler occurred soon after the final piece of Scaramouche's transformation into a deity was placed, and the Doctor faded into the shadows as Scaramouche tested his newfound strength on his new body.

He's thrilled to show you his heavenly form, and now that he's a deity himself, he can cure your illness, but first he has to kill the pesky traveler.

Scaramouche was about to bury his sword in the traveler's chest at the end of the fight when he shouted your name.

He came to a halt, a breath away from murdering the traveler, but he pushes him to continue.

Scaramouche falls to the ground, his breathing becoming ragged as the numbness passes and he is only filled with dark misery. He looks up as he hears footsteps and notices you being carried by one of the forest rangers.

Blood pours from your eyes and nose, and he's not sure how he managed to reach you as the knowledge that you're dead washes over him. As he collapses on your body, he chokes on his cries, and a scream rips through the hall.

He screamed your name again and over until it was hardly heard, but he didn't stop.

Even if someone tried to take your corpse away for a proper funeral, they couldn't because Kunikuzushi lashes out at everybody who comes near him and you as he hugs your body tighter.

He can't let you go; he did it once, and now you're gone.

You can only stand by his side, unseen, while he weeps for his lover.

You're the only reason for him to exist, the one person who stayed by his side, now fate also took you from him.

"Take the gnosis"

The puppet turns, awaiting for the blade to pierce his heart.

"Kill me, traveler, and bury me alongside them so we can be together even after death."

#scaramouche #genshin #kunikuzushi #genshin angst #genshin impact #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche+x+reader #genshin scaramouche

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Idea - Billy spending his time with someone else while the reader is crushing on him from afar, sees their relationship unfold into something the reader wishes they had with Billy, but Billy's just doing it to distract himself from his elevating feelings for her while she's trying not to feel crushed by this massive crush.. happy ending :>

Thank you so much for being patient while I worked on this! Hope you like it! 😘

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” ― Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma

SFW, Angst, Fluff, Hidden Desire

Backing away, trembling, eyes filling with tears as his mouth babbles softly ‘No, it’s not real. This can’t…it can’t be happening…please…’ but it is happening. It has happened. Billy Hargrove has fallen in love, and much to his despair.

He wakes every morning from a nightmare of this all-consuming feeling. It’s terrible the way your face lives in his mind. You’ve replaced so many darker images and for that, he’s so grateful, but now there’s the cloying need for you. The Flayer’s voice used to echo in his skull. In the years since leaving Hawkins, it’s quieted down and now only one message remains, tacked to the back of his mind in perpetuity. No one will love you it says No one will stay.

This is the strongest because it’s the one he already believed. The ‘truth’ he already knew about himself. His being unloveable. He thought he’d made his peace with it. He thought he was satisfied enough to have survived the Flayer and made it back to California. For a time he found a kind of happiness. A hollow, sugary calm that left his days empty. There was booze again, and a slow reentry to weightlifting. His appetite for women was slowly returning. He’d made a couple of friends and attended a couple of parties. He was creating a new normal and it was okay that it didn’t feel exactly right.

He could live with the waves of loneliness that came over him at night. He could handle those dark memories and the nameless sense of loss. He would’ve been fine with it, if not for you. He saw you in class one morning. The dawn of another semester, another summer left behind. His skin was still warm from days on the beach, his head ringing with a hangover. Then you spoke and it was like you’d called his name with just the sound of it. He looked at you and listened to you, and every next thing you said spelled out his ruin. Every day the feeling sank further and further until he was bashful of looking your way.

As if that wasn’t enough, you kept showing up all over campus. You were in the student center whenever he went, and at parties he attended looking so fucking good in everything you wore. You passed by each other on your morning walk to separate classes and you always waved. Always with that lovely smile of yours. It got to the point where the thought of moving around campus made him anxious about running into you. He thought of you when he picked out his clothes, for fuck’s sake. Things couldn’t continue this way. He had to find peace from you. So, when Lauren asked him out one day after the class you shared, he said yes.

You’re trying to ignore the twist in your gut when you see Billy and Lauren walk in together. They’d always sat together in lecture, so you suppose it makes sense they’d start dating. But that doesn’t make it easier. You’d noticed Billy on your first day in class. He sat near the back, classically handsome and easily the most interesting person in class. When he talked, everyone listened, not just because of the way he looks. The way he speaks is filled with intention, right down to the gestures he chooses to accentuate his words. Whatever he feels he means it and he never shies away from that.

At the same time, you get the sense that what he says isn’t useless fluff, but based on something. Whatever he’s been through has changed him. You find yourself wanting to go up to him after class and ask him where he gets his confidence. You’d listen to his whole life story if he cared to tell you. But every time you thought you’d worked up the nerve to speak to him, those pretty blue eyes turned your nerve into vapor.

You’d always been a little shy, but with Billy, it was a new kind of nervousness. Even boys you’d had crushes on in school hadn’t made you feel the heart-stopping terror of his full attention. Maybe it was for the best that Lauren had taken him off the market. Now, there was no need to be nervous because there was no chance anything could happen. So why doesn’t that make it easier? Why, instead of relief when you see the pair together, do you only feel a queasy swell of envy?

“Count off when I point to you. Evens will be one team, odds will be another.”

You think nothing of it when the professor presents the group project. Then, you realize that you’re number three and Billy is number seven, and you’re flooded with fear.

“Oh nooo,” Lauren whines, hugging Billy’s arm to her chest. Billy says something softly to her. He’s always gentle with her, paying attention to every little thing she says. If only he’d look at you with the same care. He wears a lot of denim and smokes so much you smell the leftover cigarettes on him when he walks by. He’s always lost in thought when you see him. Something dark and cloudy behind his eyes you find yourself curious about. The distance is what kills you.

It feels unnatural that you can’t just go up and ask him what he’s thinking about. But you can’t. You watch the gentle way he pulls away from Lauren, telling her she doesn’t need to miss him since she’ll see him after class. You can’t blame her for being clingy, if he was yours you’d regret every moment apart.

His eyes lift and there you are, making his heart race. You look down to your notebook. Your two other group members have already arrived at the two seats beside and diagonal to you, leaving the spot across from you for Billy. He plops down, his face the perfect mask of indifference. He doesn’t even look at you. Your stomach hurts.

The professor explains the assignment and you turn in your seat to watch and listen, but the words are going over your head. Billy gives off a blazing heat and you can’t ignore it to save your life. After class the four of you agree to go right to the library and talk about the assignment.

In the library, only you and Billy show up. Of course, Lauren is there, too.

“Y/n, how do you get your hair to do that? It’s so cute!” Lauren smiles at you, twirling a lock of her auburn curls around her finger. You try to be lighthearted, but your face is burning.

“Just practice. And Youtube.” You chuckle. Billy sits there looking down at his phone. He’s still yet to speak since the three of you arrived in the library. Instead, Lauren has been acting as his mouthpiece.

“Very cute,” she says again, then nudges Billy. “Isn't her hair so cute, BB?”

Finally, his gaze lifts and he looks at you. You awkwardly smile and look down at your paper.

“Sure,” he says.

Lauren chastizes him, saying he’s supposed to agree with her and always compliment a lady on her appearance.

“It looks like the others aren’t coming,” You say, breaking into the conversation, sufficiently embarrassed and ready to escape. “We should try again later this week.”

In your hurry to get away, you snatch Billy’s pen from the table, shoving it into your bag with everything else. You don’t notice until you get home and quietly curse yourself. The next day, you see him in the student center when you go there to study. You smile and wave like you usually do, but then, wave him over. He hesitates a moment, his usual cool demeanor chipping a bit as he saunters over. Damn, even the way he walks is hot.

“I took this on accident yesterday,” you say, producing the pen. He smirks, flashing the sharp tips of his canines.

“Shit, you could’a kept it. I didn’t even notice.”

Right, he didn’t notice. Your neck goes warm.

“Sure, of course, I just thought…it’s yours, so…”

“Right.” He says.

“Right…”’

An oppressive quiet falls over the two of you, while you’re still holding the pen out to him and he’s still yet to take it and sweat is prickling the back of your neck because you’re not sure what to say or do. You’re certain the wrong move would ruin everything. Finally, a flicker of awareness snaps you out of it and you pull back your hand, unfortunately, it’s at the exact same moment he decides to reach for the pen.

“Oh,” you say, and extend it again and at the same moment he pulls back his hand. Both of you produce an awkward chuckle and he shifts onto his other leg.

“Keep it,” he says with a handsome little grin.

“Alright.” you clear your throat. “Did you ever hear from our group members?”

“Shit, no,” the two of you share a laugh, more comfortable this time. “It’s probably gonna be all on us.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You’re chewing your lip, considering a bit of honesty you’d never had the nerve for until now. “Ya know, if I’m being honest, I don’t even remember what the assignment was.”

He cocks an eyebrow.

“You don’t know the assignment? Little miss answers every question?”

“Oh come on, I only answer half. You get the other half.”

He rolls his eyes, a playful chiding.

“Alright,” he slides into the seat opposite you. “I’ll explain it once so you better pay attention.”

“Swear.” You say, smiling brightly.

The assignment is abstract. As Billy explained it, you both found yourselves chuckling at your professor’s philosophical nature. It was a communications class, yet the assignment required in-depth study of your group mates in service of a short, but thorough introduction. You were to present your classmates as if they were receiving something like a Lifetime Achievement Award. Your speeches were to be “thoughtful, informative, and intimate”.

Billy explained all this and you enjoyed the uninterrupted view of him so up close. You were getting used to the way your stomach fell flat against your pelvis when he laughed, and soon enough you were joking right back. You asked him a few things you’d always wondered. Where had he been before Cali? Did he live in the dorms or off campus?

You talk about things you’ve overheard through dorm walls and about small towns. You tell him about friends back home and he tells you (In such vague terms that it only makes you even more curious) about his streak of trouble that almost killed him. He talks about the town he came from like it’s a dark blip on the map of his life.

“Should make Christmas fun, right?” You ask, joking.

“Fuck that,” he says. “I’m not going back.”

The mood turns somber and your smile fades. You take up the pen he gave you and take note.

“‘Hates Hawkins more than he loves Christmas’. Got it.”

He smiles.

“Nice. Very accurate.”

“Thanks,” you say “And if it makes you feel any better, I won’t be going home for break, either.”

For a moment the two of you are quiet, taken off guard by how natural it feels to be in the other’s company. You both let your eyes wander as you never had before. A small indulgence. Then his phone rings and you’re both reminded of the reality of things. It’s Lauren, asking where he is.

The next day, your group members still don’t show up to the library. Lauren’s meeting up with her own group, leaving you and Billy alone.

“What do you think she means by ‘intimate’?”

Billy looks up from his draft of your introduction. He looks extraordinarily handsome today and you've been having trouble holding eye contact. You try, of course, locking eyes and waiting for the rush of nerves to pass. His lids are tapered, and now that you think of it, every eyes you've ever admired have been tapered, just like his. His expression is thoughtful.

“Shit, I don't know. More than personal. Yeah, more than superficial. Something that lets em feel like they've known you for years.”

What would it be like to know him for years? You start to imagine the depth of understanding you'd come to have about this person and your heart starts to race. You're beginning to really appreciate this assignment.

“And the trick is doing it in two weeks.” You say, leaning back in your chair. “Well, I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours.”

He chuckles.

“So you can go blab about them in class? No thanks.”

“I wouldn't blab,” you say through a laugh, “I just wanna get a feel-” your nerves catch up to you right then. At the worst time. He cocks an eyebrow, making you cringe.

“You wanna feel.” He teases.

“No, no, not like that.”

“Uh huh.”

“I'm curious about you, that's all. You're interesting.”

“Hm.”

“Nevermind, forget I said anything.”

He's smirking, and writing something in his notebook.

“This is good,” he says “you're givin me plenty to work with.”

You groan, now fully embarrassed and he laughs again. Your eyes drop to your paper and you read over what you have so far.

“So,” he says, “Ask me something. If you're curious.”

You consider this invitation for a moment and decide it's now or never. You lean forward, folding your arms over each other.

“Well, in class you're always saying you don't like non-verbal communication. It's cheap and sneaky-”

“Lazy,” he corrects you. “It's the shit people rely on so they don't have to open their mouths.”

“Well…I just wonder if you might be oversimplifying things, and maybe if you don't like non-verbal communication from people because you don't know how to read it.”

His brows raise in a look of mock surprise.

“Yeah? What, you think I can't pick up on shit?”

“It's just a theory,” you say, laughing “But there's something to it. Non-verbals are valuable.”

“Depends on what they are,” he says.

“True. They're not all equal, but why hate them? I mean I know what you've said in class, they avoid the point, people use it as a crutch, but why do you think that?”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, his eyes finding the ceiling behind your head. He sits there looking into the middle distance, pacing through thoughts. Making sense of something.

“You can't go through life...making people read your mind about shit.” He says, hesitating over a few of his words. You can tell this is harder for him to say. More honest. “People need to hear things…if they don't, they assume. And if you're stuck up your own ass trying to hold shit in, you never set it straight. What they think about you stays…”

You're watching him as he speaks, gesturing in order to help bring the words out. He brushes a curly lock of gold out of his eyes and as his voice peters out your gaze lingers on his parted lips.

“You are very non-verbal.” His eyes shoot up to yours, snapping you out of your spell. “Not in a bad way,” you add.

“In what way?”

You shrug.

“I don't know.” He doesn't look away, his eyes are fixed on you in a serious look of curiosity. “You talk with your hands. And to me that speaks to how genuinely you feel about things. Which is nice. You have an easy smile, it shows up as soon as you're amused and disappears the moment you're not. So, there's honesty in that, I think. You're very present.” He's watching you with a softness in his eyes that makes you warm. “And Lauren.” The mention of her name changes something in him. He looks away. “You uh…you keep your arm around her chair. It's protective.”

A moment passes where neither of you speaks, and you feel a quiet sadness settling over you.

“Anyway,” you continue, looking at your paper now, “Why hate it so much when it says so much about you?”

The longer you sit there in silence the more agitated Billy seems to get. He says he has to go and starts gathering his stuff. You assume it's because you've crossed a boundary by bringing up Lauren and you part ways with a gnawing guilt making your eyes water.

The next time you see Billy, you're at a party in the apartments near campus. People are crammed into the tight space, but the atmosphere is lively and warm. You and your friend stand in the kitchen, leaning against the island, cups in hand, already buzzed.

“Didn’t she say where he’d been?” Your friend asks. Her eyes are covered in sparkly purple eyeshadow and dark liner. Her signature look.

“You know my mom. She’s cryptic. All she said was my dad’s back and I need to come home over break.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Lame.”

“Lame is one word for it.”

You drain your cup of its contents and then refill it, not enjoying the thought of being around your parents for the holidays. It’s not like they’re bad people, they just expect a lot which can be hard to stomach when your dad disappears whenever he wants to. Your mom doesn’t make it any easier by demanding you be the perfect child to him whenever he decides to be home.

Your cup is mostly vodka with just enough cranberry juice to change the color. You slam it in less than a minute, making your friend laugh.

“Fuck,” she giggles. “That’s better. Let’s talk about that fine-ass classmate of yours.”

“Let’s not,” you answer, but your face is already warming thinking about Billy.

“Is he still with what’s her face?”

“Very much.”

“I don’t get that.”

“What’s not to get? She’s a nice enough girl and he’s about the most scrumptious guy I’ve ever seen.”

She shakes her head.

“Something’s off about it. Remember the episode of Catfish when it was really the dude’s cousin?”

You laugh.

“She was mad because he called her a fat-ass Kelly Price?”

“Yes! I knew, remember? I knew it was her all along! And when I think about you and this boy I get the same feeling, like the call is coming from inside the house.”

The two of you are laughing about this when you glance over into the living room and spot him. You can’t help gasping and your friend quickly follows your gaze. He and Lauren are just arriving, looking around, Lauren spots a group of girls she knows and goes shrieking over to them with her arms outstretched. You turn before Billy can catch you looking.

“Shit,” you mumble, taking another drink.

“No, this is good,” your friend says, “You have to get to the bottom of this.”

“There is no bottom of it,” you say, the reality of the situation hitting you again. “He has a girlfriend, there’s nothing left to do.” You glance over your shoulder and see you’ve lost track of him. “In fact. I’m avoiding him.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’ll be back and then we can leave.”

You don’t listen to your friend’s pleas to stay, you move away in search of the bathroom. It’s at the end of a short hall, but as you’re on your way there, you see a bedroom door cracked open and movement catches your eye. Curiosity gets the better of you so you peek into the room, noticing a little black cat licking itself on the edge of the bed.

If you hadn’t been drunk, you would’ve kept moving, but you were drunk, more than you’d realized a second ago, and you couldn’t resist. You pushed into the quiet bedroom, gently closing the door behind you. The cat gave a curious, curling meow and watched you as you sat down beside it.

“Hey kitty,” you called, softly.

It rose, curling its back into a stretch and then bumping its little head into your palm. It meows again, eagerly arching its body against you.

“So sweet,” you coo, “Such a little sweetie baby, huh?”

The cat meows and cranes up to sniff as you scratch under its chin. In your fuzzy vodka brain, it makes perfect sense to lay back and let the cat curl up on your belly, which it promptly does. It’s lying there purring when the door opens and you bolt upright, suddenly terrified that the person whose room this is has caught you. Instead, you’re terrified to see Billy.

You sit there with the cat in your lap, your body filling with warmth. As good as he looks at school, there’s something entirely different about him in this kind of setting. Something loosened. A sly smile spreads across his lips.

“I knew it,” he says.

“Knew what?”

“You’re the type to be at a party and go snooping around for the pet.”

You laugh at yourself.

“Well, this actually happened by accident.”

“Sure.”

There it is again: that comfortable stillness you keep feeling between the two of you. How can he just stand there not saying a thing and make you feel at home? You remember Lauren and look down at the cat. Its fur is so smooth and ink-black. Its eyes are an uncanny emerald color.

“So, turns out I am going home for Christmas break.”

“Couldn’t resist.”

You smile at his sarcasm.

“It’s really a favor to my mom. My dad’s home so it’s…I don’t know, it’s stupid. But I’ll be there ‘cause it’s family.”

You don’t look at him, but if you had you’d see such conflict in his eyes.

“Figured out another thing I hate about non-verbal shit.”

You look up then, as he crosses the space to sit beside you. The cat is immediately curious, stepping across your lap to carefully sniff and then headbut Billy’s thigh.

“What's that?”

“It leaves it all up to the other person. You make em’ watch you and read into everything. They end up feeling like a stalker. Then if they get it wrong, it’s like, this whole fantasy they had is just empty bullshit.”

He’s tan, bringing his faint freckles into contrast. He smells like shampoo and cologne, and he’s warm. You can tell that when his hand brushes your thigh when he offers his palm to the cat.

“Funny,” you say, your voice has fallen soft and airy, but you don’t notice. You’re focused on his eyes “My introduction to you is all about how no-bullshit you are.”

He smirks, but it’s without the usual mischief.

“Better change that,” he says “I’m so full of shit I can’t stand it.”

You stare at him for a moment, and he comes into focus then, in a new way. You understand something new about him and just as you expected, it feels incredible.

“I get it now,” You say “The real reason you hate non-verbals.”

A little glint of apprehension passes through his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“You hate them ‘cause you-”

The door opens, and Lauren is there. Her smile falters into a lopsided grin.

“There you are,” she chirps. “Not in the bathroom.”

The two of them leave quickly, Billy tossing plastic parting words over his shoulder as he rushes away. You’re left in a stillness that doesn’t end when you get up to leave. It stays with you, burning and hollow.

You’re having trouble focusing in class on Monday. Your professor is more than a little surprised to see you being so quiet, and when she asks if you have anything to add to the discussion you quietly explain that you’re not feeling well. She asks if you’d like to leave early and you take her up on the offer. Anything to get away from Billy and Lauren.

She’s been all over him, even more than usual and it’s hard to stomach. You keep thinking back to the party and your encounter with Billy. What had it meant? You felt like it was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t make anything crystalize into shape. Your head was drowned.

Later, in the student center, you stare down at your paragraph. Nothing about it seemed right anymore and you kept re-structuring it. The paper was clogged with scribbles and strikethroughs. Your head was down, your hands framing your eyes as you stared down at the page and you didn’t look up when he sat down.

“Finish what you were saying the other night,” he says.

“I don’t remember.”

“Of course you do.”

“I was drunk, Billy. Forget it. Please?”

You hear him sigh and adjust in his chair.

“It’s over with Lauren.”

You look up and find his eyes are stone-cold and focused. His brows pinched.

“Did you…?”

“I’m done with the bullshit, Y/n. Fuck bein’ scared. Fuck the non-verbal shit.”

A jolt of energy zips up your spine, pulling you straighter in your seat. Your heart is pressed against your lungs as you watch his eyes, full of a new determination.

“What does that mean?” you venture.

His eyes take in your features, slowly, savoring the look of you.

“I don’t have a fuckin letter of this speech written down because I’m such dogshit at explaining who you are. Maybe if I had a year I could get started but it’s impossible right now. So I’m failing this project. Which is fine. But I want that year, if I’m not getting the grade.”

You’re stunned for a moment, until a ripple of laughter breaks the quiet. You share the joy, his smile evidence of an understanding.

“Just a year?” You ask.

“Enough to get started,” he says “That’s maybe half a sentence.”

“How much time would it take?”

“How much do you have?”

You laugh again, a palm over your heated face.

“I can’t believe this,” you say, then look at him, astonished. “I was right. You’re total shit at saying how you feel.”

He smiles and shrugs.

“Told you.”

“Yeah," you say, "that you tell me.”

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Pogue Like Me (Part Six)

Edited-ish. ~2.2k words.

**So I'm not 100% sure about this part. I may change it later, but for now here it is! This was one of my favorite minis to write.**

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The house is quiet as you slip out of Rafe's bed. His touch falls away, and you turn back to see him still asleep, undisturbed by your slipping away. He looks peaceful, at ease, and a smile tugs at your lips for him. You lean down, lips pressing to his cheek and then brushing his lips before you collect his pullover from the chair and slip out of the room to go downstairs. The kitchen is empty, but you spot Sarah through one of the glass doors while you are pulling the sweatshirt on over your pajamas. She is trekking toward the dock with a paper bag and cup holder in hand.

Hurrying after her, you glance back to see if John B is there, but he is not. He is likely still asleep or already back at the Chateau.

"Morning," you yawn, pulling the sleeves of Rafe's pullover down over your hands. Sarah smiles up at you from her task of spreading the blanket out.

"Good morning."

Once she has the blanket spread out at the end of the dock, she pats the empty spot beside her. "Have a seat."

You do, crisscrossing your legs. The peace you feel over the crisp summer morning has your anxiety tapering off. The slight breeze blowing off the water is cool enough that you are glad you grabbed the pullover but not cold enough to make you uncomfortable. The warm glow of the sun helps ease some of the chill.

Sarah opens the paper bag after passing over your standard order of iced coffee from the local coffee shop in town. You take a generous sip and hum in delight. The perfect mix of syrup, sweet cream, and coffee. She smiles, passing you the wrapped chocolate croissant, and you beam.

"Thanks, Sarah."

"Of course!" She pulls her own out, and you both quietly eat them and admire the peaceful morning.

This is your favorite part of the day when you are awake in time to see it. It is before everyone starts coming outside and going to the beach or out on the water to enjoy another summer day. The island awakens slowly, stretching from her slumber while all the kooks, pogues, and tourists alike are still asleep, enjoying a quiet cup of coffee or prepping for their day.

"What did you want to talk about?" You ask, halfway through the croissant. You do not look at her and instead focus on the seagulls swooping in for their morning catch.

"Umm…" She chews her bite before clearing her throat. "I feel terrible about what happened. I hate that we aren't friends right now. All of us do."

You frown, looking down at your lap. "Not all of you."

She frowns. "JJ too."

"JJ and I are not anywhere near ever being friends again, Sarah." You turn your face to look at her. "He said some really shitty things. And for him to be the one that I was closest to out of everyone. It's unacceptable."

She nods. "I get it."

"Do you?" You question your disappointment in them getting the best of you. They all seemed to ignore JJ's behavior and verbal attack on you and Rafe. "Because it hasn't felt like that."

She looks away, and you notice the shine in her eyes. "Rafe…"

"Nope." You immediately cut her off. "This isn't about your brother. If this is just another bash Rafe session, I'm leaving."

"Please don't." She grasps your wrist, squeezing it in desperation. "We don't have to talk about him."

"We aren't going to."

She nods before letting you go and huffing. "So it's serious?"

"Yes!"

"Okay." Her lips press together in a firm line. She does not like it, but it is not for her like. It is your life, your decision.

You look back out at the water and sigh. "I love Rafe."

A smile tugs at her lips before she sighs. The silence stretches for a few moments while she turns over what to say in her head. Her chin lifts, and she looks out at the water. "As your friend, I can say that if you are happy, then I think it is great." You pause mid-bite to stare at her. She laughs, shaking her head. "I can be happy for my best friend even if she's dating my brother."

You laugh softly before taking a bite and humming in appreciation at the taste of flaky pastry and chocolate again.

"But as his sister, I'm worried."

You look away from her because you do understand it. She grew up with your boyfriend, and she knows much more about him than you do. "Sarah-"

"No," she interrupts you. "That is all I have to say, and I believe you. I can tell you love Rafe."

You smile then, sipping your coffee. "Probably too much."

She shrugs, laughing. "So? He needs someone to love him."

You smile brighter, blushing a little. The atmosphere shifts as Sarah adjusts her position to face you more.

"Will you talk to JJ?"

"No."

She frowns, and you shake your head at her.

"No, Sarah, not right now. I'm really happy where I am right now with Rafe. I will not ruin my happiness because of JJ's selfishness."

She exhales, tossing her empty wrapper into the bag and stretching out. Her toes dip into the water.

"So, do we have to be friends with my brother now?"

You laugh, tossing your wrapper in the bag too. "No, but the fighting needs to stop. On both ends."

She agrees, and you know it as she shifts to look back at the house.

"He's different with you."

"I know."

She smiles as she watches you before she shakes her head. "I think he loves you too."

You smile, looking back at the house too. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of those three words coming from him. You are not sure what you will do if he turns out to be using you to get what he wants.

"God, I hope so."

You laugh, shoving Kelce's shoulder as he teases you about your close-call tumble this morning when the tiled floor in one of the breakfast rooms was still wet. Your cheeks heat at the reminder and a flashback of how you managed to save yourself by using an older gentleman as a shield replays in your head.

"I could've been seriously injured," you complain, and he shakes his head, still laughing over your misfortune. "Mr. Corrine could have been too!"

Kelce braces his hand against his stomach as he laughs louder. He is likely picturing the same image as you. He braces his other hand on the bar to steady himself.

"You are ridiculous!" You smack him with your ticket holder. "Why are we friends again?"

"Because you love me."

"Right," you retort, smacking him again for good measure.

His laughter fades when he glances over your shoulder. You follow his line of sight to see JJ lingering by the end of the bar. Ocean eyes flickering to you and away. He is waiting for you. You huff, tightening your hand on the serving tray you have tucked against your side.

"I should go."

"Text me or Rafe, okay?" Kelce attempts to soothe you, his voice quiet before he winks at you and strides back into the sunshine to find your boyfriend for their round of drinks post-golf game.

Your shift ends in thirty minutes, and Rafe would take you home so you could get cleaned up and ready for date night together. A promise of an evening alone together after spending copious amounts with Kelce and his new girlfriend has caused you to smile all day. You are ready to have one on one time and kiss him silly after his subtle teasing when he first arrived.

You collect the closed ticket from their drinks and start to the kitchen. You needed to do some culinary prep and help clean the bar up before you could leave. JJ steps into your path before you can pass him. You frown at him, not surprised or pleased with his choice to corner you.

"It's been over a month, y/n."

"I'm aware."

He frowns back at you. "Please."

You stare at him, debating whether to finally cave into his request or not. "Why?"

"I miss you."

You roll your eyes. Sarcasm drips from your words because you know what he has been up to in your absence. "I'm sure."

He reaches out. His fingertips touch the lone braided rope bracelet you wear now. It is the one you and Sarah share. Your other wrist is decorated with a gold charm bracelet. A cursive R, a cresting wave, and a heart all in gold dangle from the bracelet—Rafe's one-month gift for you.

"I still have ours."

You hum, moving your arm away from him. "JJ, I have to get back to work."

"Come by the Chateau tonight?"

You shake your head, stepping away. "No."

"Why not?"

"And be insulted over and over again?"

He groans, looking away, and his jaw clenches. "So, you can forgive Sarah, John B, and Pope, but not me or Kie?"

"Yes."

He shakes his head. "Real mature."

You glare at him, your anger rising. "First off, they didn't call me a slut or an easy lay." His eyes widen at you referencing his hurtful words again, but you continue. "You called me a kook's slut, a liar, a kook princess, and you said some awful things about Rafe, like accusing him of wanting cocaine more than me." You breathe through your nose to calm yourself as best you can. "You never even apologized. So, no, I can't forgive you. And second, Kiara is too far shoved up your ass now to even reach out to me. Has she told you that?" You look at him, waiting for an answer, but he stays silent. "Thought so. It's a two-way street. I'm tired of always being there for you guys, and the one fucking time I needed you, you failed me. You hurt me and do not even have the decency to man up and apologize." You take a step back, shaking your head. "And I won't even get into the birthday party fiasco. So no, JJ, I won't just forgive you."

You leave him standing there and push your way through the kitchen doors. Cass's perfectly red-manicured hand touches your face, and you exhale the breath you have been holding.

"You okay?"

"I'm so tired of this."

"I know," she murmurs before hugging you.

You hug her back, glancing as Ralph rounds the shelves to hug you both. You laugh, and he presses a quick kiss to your temple before pulling Cass into his chest. They had finally agreed to date, and both seemed so happy that it made you smile. After a few moments of admiring the positive changes this summer, you return to work and try to stay away from JJ as best you can.

The last half hour passes in a blur, and you feel two strong arms loop around your waist as you clock out.

"Ready to get out of here?" He asks, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hum, patting his hands as they press against your stomach. "Maybe some alone time."

You laugh, spinning in his arms to drape your arms over his shoulders. "What is with you and this skirt, huh?"

"You've got very sexy legs."

You laugh before pecking his lips. "Yeah. Alone time sounds good."

He frowns, reading you like the back of his hand. His hands rub up and down your back. "JJ?"

You nod, closing your eyes and dropping your face into his chest. He sighs, glancing around for the blond pogue. "What happened?"

"He still has not apologized and is angry that I've forgiven everyone but him and Kie."

He nods, licking his bottom lip before shrugging. "Fuck him."

You shake your head with a tired smile. "I'm so furious at him for making me feel this way. He is being incredibly selfish even now."

"He is."

You grasp his hand and begin to tug him away and out to the parking lot. The farther you got away from the Island Club, the better you would feel.

"Yours or mine?" You ask, swinging your hands between you.

"Mine."

You smile, looking at him as you near his bike. "Then can we take a long hot bubble bath? My calves are killing me."

He grins, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Anything you want."

"You're spoiling me, Cameron."

"You are worth it."

You laugh, taking the helmet that he brings for you every time he picks you up. "Is this because of my skirt?"

He laughs before leaning in to peck your lips. You slide the helmet on to hide the blush blooming across your face. His eyes crinkle in the corners from how much he is smiling.

"Maybe."

"I knew it!"

He pulls his helmet on after buckling yours. "You trust me, right?"

"You ask me this every time I get on your bike."

"Because it's your life in my hands."

"Of course I trust you." You reach for him and wrap your arms around his waist as you press yourself against him. "More than anything."

He straddles his bike, and you climb on behind him, sliding into position with ease and familiarity as he turns the bike on. His large hand is warm on your bare thigh when he touches you to be sure you are ready before he drives out of the Island Club parking lot. You glance over your shoulder to see JJ watching from his bike. The bike you used to catch rides on before everything happened.

A sharp burst of pain strikes through your heart as the realization that you will never have what you had before ever again. P4L is not really P4L anymore. Too many rules broken, and hurtful words exchanged between the lot of you.

The End.

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