#yet every week with this woman i sit and stare at the screen not knowing whats being asked of me

[foxy-eva]

Novelty

Summary: Spencer guides you through a night full of firsts 

Request: You have been best friends with Spencer for a few years now and you both have feelings for each other but have not spoken on it yet. You and Spencer are having one of your movie nights and are snuggling on the couch. He knows that you are nervous to do anything since it's your first time. He's sweet and gentle but still is on the kinky side as the night goes on.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Virgin!Reader, confessing feelings, first kiss, loss of virginity, praising, oral (fem receiving), fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex

Word count: 5.3k

Masterlist

The pounding of your heart was much louder than usual when you stood in front of Spencer's apartment. Despite having been there countless times before, tonight everything felt different. After wrecking your brain for weeks about how to make the first move, you decided that you'd take your chance tonight. 

After all, how hard could it be to lean over and finally kiss the man you were so desperately in love with?

Just keep breathing and do it, you thought to yourself when you knocked on his door. 

Spencer had no idea about your plans yet. Once he greeted you with the same adorable smile he always had painted all over his face when he saw you, you knew that it would be very difficult to be brave enough to go through with your plans.

Spencer must have sensed your current state, the corners of his mouth dropping when he asked, "Is everything okay?" 

"Yes," you lied. "I'm just a little tired."

"We can reschedule movie night if you want?"

"No!" You protested. "I really want to be here."

With those words his beautiful smile reappeared again. More than once he had told you how much he loved spending time with you, but only a few weeks ago did you realize that he might like you more than just as a friend. The memories of him looking into your eyes to tell you that you were the most wonderful woman he had ever met were still vivid. 

This sentiment prompted you to notice all the little things about him that proved how much he cared about you. At first you thought you were imagining it, but after catching him staring longingly at you instead of the TV several times, there was no doubt. 

Spencer Reid had feelings for you but was nervous about making the first move. 

You didn't know whether that had to do with him being unsure if you'd reciprocate his feelings or with the fact that he knew about how inexperienced you were. Either way, it was obvious that it would have to be you to take the first step.

When the both of you found your place on his couch after deciding on the movie you'd watch, you instantly noted the scent of his cologne. After knowing him for so long it had become familiar to you, smelling it comforted you instantly. 

There was a small gap between your bodies but you still felt the heat radiating from him. Instead of paying attention to the movie, you glanced over his face every couple of minutes. Despite his eyes being focussed on the TV, you still sensed that the movie wasn't the only thing on his mind. 

When your sight dropped to his hands you noticed him fidgeting nervously with his own fingers, almost as if they were desperate to feel something – someone – else. His touch would have been welcomed but he kept his composure, not daring to focus on anything other than the movie. Something that you weren't able to do. 

There was no way to pay attention to the screen when the most gorgeous man you had ever seen was sitting right beside you. After a while you had accepted your faith and got lost in your fantasy of crawling into his lap to kiss him. If only you had the courage to actually do what you so desperately longed for. 

Your eyes fell to his hands once more and your whole body began tingling at the thought of feeling his fingertips dancing over your skin. This tingling quickly morphed into a burning sensation only his touch could soothe. It became clear to you that you couldn't wait a second longer to feel him closer to you.

After taking a deep breath, you decided to move closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you. 

It seemed as if your nearness was welcomed. Spencer slightly turned his head to smile at you as you moved over. When your thigh was pressed against his leg and you could lean your head against his shoulder, you were satisfied – for now. You made yourself comfortable, curling into his side while breathing in his scent. 

"Is that okay?" You whispered.

With a raspy voice he breathed, "More than okay." 

His hands had stopped moving once you made contact but they dared to wander after a few moments. It seemed that showing him physical affection spurred Spencer on to make a move as well. There was no doubt left that the both of you really liked each other. 

One of his hands made contact with your thigh, just a few inches above your knee, and you almost jumped at the sudden touch. Spencer retracted it immediately. His touch could still be considered innocent but you still weren't expecting it. 

"Sorry!" He squeaked and almost panicked. 

You took his hand in yours to place it back where your skin still tingled underneath the fabric of your pants.

Locking eyes with him, you said, "No, it's okay. I like that."

With that he relaxed once more, finding comfort while having you close to him. As the movie went on, the two of you shifted positions several times until he held you tightly inside his arms with your head resting against his chest. The hard and fast beating of his heart was impossible to ignore and it led to your heart beating almost erratically inside your chest as well. 

He audibly exhaled and you could feel his hot breath against your hair. It was as if he contemplated what to do next, your nearness clearly affecting him. That realization gave you enough confidence to take things a little further. Shifting your position, you sat up to be able to find his eyes. 

The depth of his amber-colored irises was mesmerizing, making you forget your surroundings. Spencer was softly smiling at you, patiently waiting for you to tell him what was on your mind. Little did he know that talking was not what you wanted in that moment. When your sight dropped down to his lips for a moment, a silent gaped escaped his mouth. 

You were quick to lock eyes with him once more, noticing how his pupils had dilated slightly. Without realizing that you were moving, you leaned closer to him until you felt his hot breath against your skin. No force in this world could have ever pulled you away from him then. 

When your lips found his in a shy and brief kiss, it was as if lightning rushed through your body. It was nothing compared to what would follow soon after, though. Just a split second after feeling his mouth on yours you pulled back slightly, still so unsure and nervous. Spencer didn't let you though, finally realizing that you needed him to take the lead. 

His large palms made contact with your cheeks, gently cupping your face as he pulled you closer once more. He kissed you with a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs. As his lips brushed over yours it felt like he provided you with the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought.

There was no room left in your mind to overthink what you were doing as your entire brain was filled with him. All you could think about was the way his scent surrounded you and how the taste of his lips made it impossible for you to ever want anyone else. When one of his hands dropped to your waist, you gasped into the kiss. 

He saw it as an invitation to let his tongue meet yours, showing you a whole different side of what a kiss could be. It felt as if you were melting into each other the longer he kissed you. You became greedy to feel more of him, to satisfy that burning sensation growing inside your core. With one swift motion you climbed into his lap, straddling him without ever breaking the kiss. 

He welcomed you on top of him like a queen on a throne, smiling against your lips when you settled down on his thighs. Your hands wandered to the nape of his neck, playing with his unruly curls while his palms began exploring your hips and your back. When you noticed an unfamiliar hardness straining against your thigh, you realized how much Spencer enjoyed having you close. 

It was then that you noticed how aroused you were yourself, you center yearning for some friction as your panties dampened. You became curious about his body, almost desperate to know how he would feel pressed against your most sensitive spot. You adjusted your position until you felt his hardness against your heat and couldn't hold back from rocking your hips against it. 

Spencer's hands were quick to get ahold of you, hindering you from moving before he broke the kiss. 

"We should slow down," he muttered. 

Within a split second your lips were back on his, mumbling against them, "I want you, Spencer."

Instead of giving into your plea, he pulled back to look at you, a worried expression visible on his face. 

"I thought you enjoyed this," you purred as your sight dropped to where you could feel his erection against your thigh.

"I do, more than you could imagine," he sighed before motioning for you to get off him and sit down beside him instead. Although his words contradicted his actions, you still complied as you found your place beside him. 

"I have wanted this for so long," Spencer explained. "I just think we shouldn't rush this. It would be a good idea for us to take a step back." 

"Good for us or for me?" You wondered, implying that the only reason he stopped you was your innocence. 

"I don't want you to regret this," he mumbled.

"I'm sure I won't. I have waited long enough for this."

"Yeah, but… your first time should be with someone special."

There it was, his own insecurity oozing out with his words. He avoided eye-contact after telling you his concerns. It was almost amusing to you that he didn't consider himself as special despite everyone constantly telling him how different he was. It was obvious that he never took that as a compliment. 

You reached out for his palm, intertwining your fingers with his. Spencer looked at your connected hands at first before finding your eyes. Holding his hand seemed like an mundane act but right then it meant so much to the both of you.  

Softly smiling at him, you asked, "How do you feel about me, Spencer?" 

Averting his eyes, he asked another question instead of answering yours, "Isn't that obvious?"

"Tell me, anyway. Please."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before voicing his thoughts, "Ever since I can remember I always had trouble figuring out the line between platonic and romantic love. But when I got to know you, everything felt different. For the longest time I thought that this distinction in my feelings was the difference between being friends with someone and having a best friend." 

He found your eyes for the next part, a shy smile appearing on his face.

"Those past few weeks I have suspected that I might have been wrong about that assumption. And now that we've kissed I know for sure that…," he paused for a second to take another breath. "... That the feelings I have for you are far from platonic."

It took you a while to process his words, staring at him like a doe caught in headlights. Although you had already suspected what he just confirmed, hearing him saying those words let your heart skip a beat. 

"Spencer, I…," you began, but your words failed you. 

He was quick to say what you so desperately tried to, "I love you, (y/n)" 

With a little more enthusiasm than he'd expected, you wrapped your arms around his neck to find him in a sweet kiss. You couldn't help but smile against his lips when you pulled him closer, leaning back until you lay on the couch with him on top of you. 

When he pulled back to look at you, he brushed some stray hairs out of your face before purring, "I am so in love with you."

Finally, you found your voice again, "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"Of course," you snickered. "I wouldn't kiss just anyone, you know."

And Spencer did know. You had told him months ago how little experience you had with dating and he had been nothing but sweet about it. It had warmed your heart when he told you that whoever got the privilege to kiss you first would be the luckiest person on earth. You wondered if he felt like that right then. 

The way he sweetly let his lips meet yours once more was all the answer you needed. Time stood still as you got lost in this kiss, lips brushing over one another, getting hungrier by the second. When his tongue begged for entrance, you couldn't help but whimper against his lips. The fire that had been burning inside you moments ago was quick to be ignited once more. 

Even with Spencer's weight on top of you, it felt like you might begin floating as you melted into him in your shared kiss. Your whole body begged for more, yearned to feel his fingertips and lips against your skin. In an almost desperate attempt to soothe the burning sensation inside you, you repositioned your legs until you had Spencer's thigh between them. 

You were unsure if he'd noticed that the pressure he provided against your center made your head spin. When you began rocking your hips against his thigh ever so slightly, Spencer groaned against your lips. You immediately halted your motions while heat rushed to your cheeks.

"Sorry," you whimpered. 

"Don't apologize," he chuckled. "I like that."

"I just… don't really know what I'm doing," you admitted. 

Spencer placed an innocent kiss against your cheek before reassuring you, "We don't have to do anything tonight. I am already incredibly happy just being close to you. We have all the time in the world."

With a smug grin on your face you breathed, "But why wait when we both want it?" 

"You're really good at making compelling arguments," he laughed. 

"I know, it's my specialty."

A few moments passed of the two of you just staring into each other's eyes before Spencer whispered, "Are you sure about this?" 

"Yes."

He nodded before getting up from the couch, taking your hand in his to help you up as well. Leading you to his bedroom, you noticed how your heart threatened to jump out of your chest at the realization of what was about to happen. Being impossibly close with Spencer was everything you had wished for those past few weeks. Now this dream was about to come true. 

When you arrived at Spencer's bedside, he pressed his body against yours and kissed you once more. His hands moved over your back before tentatively brushing over the curve of your backside. Your hands became curious as well, wandering over his arms before finding the buttons of his shirt. Slowly you began undoing them, one by one until you had access to his skin. 

He moved with you to get rid of the fabric, letting it drop to the floor before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. Together you removed each item of clothing from one another until only underwear covered your bodies. Spencer’s fingertips danced over your sides, leaving goosebumps on their path. Your palms brushed over his upper body, noticing how his abdominal muscles twitched when you touched his stomach. 

You dropped your sight to where the extent of his desire was straining against the confines of his boxershorts. Carefully your fingertips hooked into the waistband of his underwear to free him as the fabric dropped to the floor. A shy glimpse at what he had to offer was enough to make your cheeks burn up and you averted your eyes again to look at Spencer’s face instead. 

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckled. “I don’t mind you looking at me.” 

While reaching behind your own back to unclasp your bra, you whispered, “I want you to see me, too.” 

His eyes followed the remaining pieces of clothing as they dropped to the floor before he took a small step back to take in the sight of your bare figure. He motioned for you to lay down on the bed, taking a moment to let his eyes roam over your body before joining you on the mattress.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed once he lay down beside you. 

Smiling at him, you said, “So are you.” 

A lovely rosy shade spread over his cheeks at your words, warming his face and your heart at the same time. He captured your lips in another kiss while his hand began exploring your body. When he reached the softness of your chest, he leaned back to look at you. As his fingers began toying with the hardened peaks of your breasts, you bit down on your lip to hinder a moan from escaping. 

Spencer shook his head and cooed, “Let me hear you.” 

And so you did. It was as if every moan and sigh was spurring him further on as he caressed your chest. The longer he teased your breasts, the more your center began longing to be connected with him.

“I think I’m ready,” you muttered. “Do you have a condom?” 

Spencer began chuckling at your words, “I do, but there’s still so much more I want to do before we’re gonna need that.”

There was no way to hide your innocence when you genuinely wondered, “Like what?” 

His lips connected to your neck, kissing and licking over sensitive skin while mumbling, “Like kissing every inch of your body.” 

Feelings his lips and tongue move down your body made you feel lightheaded, it was unlike anything you had ever felt. He was dedicated to bringing you pleasure by the way he gently nipped on your skin as he descended further down. There was no resistance from your body when he pushed your legs apart to lie down between them. 

He kissed along your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your heat. Before he could make contact, you shied away from him, making him halt his actions to look at you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked with a slight tremble in your voice, nervous about what was about to happen. 

Without hesitation, he said, “Yes.” 

“What if–” 

“Relax,” he interrupted you before you could voice any insecurities. “You’re absolutely perfect.” 

There was no reason for you to doubt his words, they helped you relax against the pillow again. You felt his fingertips glide through your slick folds and you began trembling at the intensity of his touch. After a few moments he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing and licking your sensitive skin until you couldn't hold back the sounds of your pleasure anymore. 

His breath felt hot against even more heated skin when he groaned, "You taste divine."

Your hands found their home in his curls, making a mess of what was already unruly. Tugging on his hair made him moan against you, the vibrations the sound created shooting through your entire body. Without intending to, you pressed his face further into you while you began rocking your hips against his face. 

Spencer wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you steady while he was eager to let you find relief. When he focussed on your most sensitive spot, your entire body began shaking. After a few more purposeful movements of his lips and tongue, you fell over the edge, entering a state of pure bliss. He helped you through your high until it became too much and you pushed him away from you. 

Your chest was still heaving when Spencer found his place beside you once more. The lower part of his face was covered in your essence until he wiped it off with the back of his hand. When you kissed him then, you could taste your own heady scent on his tongue. 

He pulled back, a sweet smile painted across his face. "We can stop now, if you want," he offered. 

"I don't want to stop. Do you?" 

Spencer shook his head, "No."

Looking down your body, your eyes fell to his erection pressed against your hip. Your hand followed your sight and you dared to tentatively brush your fingertips over it. A gasp fell from his lips when he felt you exploring him, touching soft hair at the base of him before you felt the velvet of his skin. 

When you realized you didn't know what to do next, you stopped moving your hand. 

"Sorry, I–"

Spencer interrupted you before you could explain, "It's okay, you don't have to."

"No, I really want to. I just don't know how," you confessed. 

He took your hand in his and guided it, moving it up and down his hardness with more pressure than you would have expected. His hand left yours but you kept stroking him, noticing how his breath quickened. 

"Brush your thumb over the head," he panted. 

Doing as he said, you elicited the sweetest sound from his throat you had ever heard. It felt like you could get drunk on his moans. His tip was leaking when you glided over it and Spencer began bucking his hips upwards into your fist. His eyes were half-lidded when you looked at him but you still noticed how his pupils were blown wide. 

"Just like that," he praised you. "So good."

He felt heavy against your palm when you stroked him. After a few more moments, Spencer touched your hand, moving it away from his length, explaining, "I don't want to finish just yet."

"Were you getting close?" You genuinely wondered. 

"Yes."

You couldn't hold back the proud smile forming on your face. 

Spencer placed his lips on yours, mumbling against them, "You're so cute," before kissing you. 

Without breaking the kiss, he let his hand wander between your legs, touching your sensitive skin once more. Unlike before, this time he found your entrance, teasing you until he was sure you were ready for him. One of his fingers pushed into you, slowly moving inside you before adding a second digit. 

The sensation his fingers provided was almost too much to handle and you got excited to soon know how his hardness would feel. He curled his fingers inside you, working his hand steadily against your center. The sensation was so intense you couldn't help but arch your back while your arousal basically dripped into his palm. 

Never before had anyone been this close to you but it still wasn't enough for you. You needed more of him. You needed all of him. 

Your fingertips brushed over his cock once more while you whimpered, "Please." 

Spencer understood what you were asking for but he still wanted you to say it. 

"Tell me what you want," he demanded. 

With a trembling voice you answered, "I want you… inside me."

Spencer removed his hand from between your thighs to reach for a condom. You watched as he put it on, already getting desperate to finally have him inside you. When he kneeled between your legs, he adjusted your hips before leaning over you. With one hand wrapped around his length he let it glide through your folds, coating himself with your honeyed wetness. 

Just when you felt him positioned against your entrance, your whole body tensed. Spencer sensed it as well, immediately withdrawing the pressure against your opening. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths as you tried to relax your body. 

"Hey," he whispered. "Look at me."

Opening your eyes, you found him softly smiling at you, cooing, "There's my beautiful girl." After a few seconds of just staring into each other's eyes, he asked, "Do you still want to keep going?"

The warmth his golden irises radiated comforted you instantly. You felt safe and loved with him but you still needed him to know, "Yes, I'm just a little nervous."

"I promise you I won't be disappointed if we stop now or do something else," he reassured you. 

You were very clear then when you said, "I want this, Spencer. I'm ready." 

Spencer nodded and reached between your bodies to position himself at your entrance once more. This time you didn't shy away from the pressure, ready to be completely connected with him. 

Slowly he began pushing his tip into you, intently watching your reactions as he purred, "Take your time." 

The sensation of your body making room for him one inch at a time was almost overwhelming. Slowly your tight muscles adjusted to being stretched by him, allowing him to push further into you. 

Spencer was quick to reward you with his praise, "Just like that. Good girl."

Just like the extension of his desire filling your body, his words began filling your mind until all of your surroundings were forgotten. It was only you and him, merging onto each other as you shared your body with the man you loved. When he was almost completely inside you, you gasped at the intense pleasure he provided. 

Spencer misread your reaction as discomfort, halting his motions to ask, "Does it hurt?" 

"No," you sighed as you wrapped your legs around his hips to hinder him from moving away. "It feels so good."

That was all the encouragement he needed to fill you out completely. Halting at your deepest point, both of you took a moment to feel each other's heartbeats deep inside you. It became impossible to tell where his body ended and yours began as the two of you became one.

Right before he began carefully moving, he sighed, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him although you were sure he already knew. 

His lips were on yours as you moved but your kiss was interrupted by the need for air and all those moans escaping your throats. He touched both your heart and body like no one before him and you were certain that you'd never want anyone else after that. 

"You feel so good," he groaned. "So good for me."

Spencer was the only one you'd ever want to be close with that way. It was not just the sensation of having him inside you that was pleasurable for you. Seeing him getting lost within you as you shared your body with him was exciting you more than your own euphoria ever could. 

You dared to take a glimpse to where your bodies were joined, mesmerized by the sight of him disappearing inside you over and over again. When you found Spencer's eyes again, a smirk was spread over his face. 

"Do you like that?" He teased, already knowing the answer. 

"Yes," you whined. "I need more."

"Sure you can take it?" He groaned as he began thrusting into you harder. 

The pleasure was overwhelming but you still managed to answer him, "Yes."

He got ahold of your wrists and pinned them over your head as he moved against you relentlessly. Your hips moved with him, intensifying the pressure growing in your core. 

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," Spencer groaned as he looked down at you. 

Already too far gone to use your words, only sighs and mewls fell from your lips. Spencer let go of your wrists and you held onto his shoulders instead. One of his hands reached between your bodies to draw circles around your little bud. 

His eyes were dark when he looked at you and groaned, "Come for me."

Already lost in the euphoria, it only took a few seconds for you to find relief, your walls pulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

"That's my girl." 

It didn't take long after that for Spencer to follow you into your ecstasy. His thrusts became erratic right before his body slightly shivered and he began throbbing inside you. With open arms you welcomed him inside your embrace when he finally collapsed on top of you. His breath felt hot as he panted against your neck. 

Your fingertips danced over his back while he placed lazy kisses on the side of your face. Even though you longed for your bodies to stay connected, Spencer had to remove himself from you eventually. He disappeared in the bathroom to clean up before he returned with a damp towel in his hands. 

Sitting down on the bed beside you, he gently touched your thigh. When you wanted to reach for the fabric, he shook his head. 

"Let me do it, please." 

For a moment you hesitated but opened your legs for him eventually. You hadn't expected him to insist on taking care of you like that. When he began to carefully rid you of the remains of your arousal, this moment somehow felt even more intimate than everything else that had happened that night. 

His touches were gentle, making you smile to yourself at the thought that he saw you as the most precious and fragile thing in the world right then. It stood in contrast to the force he displayed a few minutes ago. When he brushed over a particularly sensitive part of your delicate skin, a whine fell from your lips. 

Spencer pulled back and found your eyes, wondering, "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, I'm just sensitive."

He nodded and set aside the towel to lie down beside you once more. Wrapping his arms around you, you found your home curled against him, your head resting on his chest. A chaste kiss was placed into your hair as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

"Are you feeling alright?" Spencer wanted to make sure. 

Turning your head to be able to look at him, you snickered, "Yeah. I don't know if you noticed but I really enjoyed that." 

"Oh I did notice," Spencer chuckled. 

He took your hands in his to place gentle kisses on your wrists, right where he had held you tightly. When he was done with that, he mumbled, "I hope I wasn't too rough with you?" 

"No, you were perfect," you assured him and Spencer sighed with relief.

After a few more moments of laying inside each other's arms, you decided to break the comfortable silence, "Do you think I could stay the night?" 

Spencer pressed your body even tighter against his, chuckling, "I wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon." 

You joined him in his joyful sounds, still giggling even when he peppered your whole face with little pecks. When your laughter had simmered down, the both of you got up to get ready for the night. Right then you were glad for the very optimistic past-version of you who had packed a sleeping shirt and a toothbrush before coming to Spencer's place. 

When he saw those items he looked at you with a smug grin, teasing you with a very playful, "That's interesting."

"I like to be prepared," you explained matter-of-factly before you began giggling as you pointed at your purse, "I also have like five condoms in there." 

"Someone had big plans when they came over tonight," he chuckled. "You think you're gonna need all of those?"

Heat rose to your cheeks when you chirped, "I mean, we have an entire weekend ahead of us." 

Spencer stepped closer to you to wrap his arms around your body, pushing you flush against him before he purred, "And so many more weekends to follow after that." 

"Maybe you could even take me out on a date someday?" 

He sounded sincere when he answered, "I would love nothing more."

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Eddie’s Secret Stash

Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)

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Summary: When your laptop goes on the fritz, using your boyfriend's computer leads you to finding his porn collection in an unexpected way.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab Reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Modern AU. Smutty but not full smut.

CW: Porn watching; description of porn video (ffm threesome, oral [f and m recieving], p n v sex).

Word Count: 1,628

It all started out with an innocent text to your boyfriend.

Hey babe, my laptop crashed again and I really want to get this story finished. Can I hop on your computer really quick?

Even though Eddie was at work, it didn’t take long for him to text you back.

You don’t ever need to ask me that, sweetheart, feel free to hop on whenever you need to.

Sweet! Thanks baby!

You went to his desk, sat down, and woke up his computer.

After it booted up, you had to text him again.

I kinda need the pin code to unlock it.

Every time you had used his computer before, he was home and it was already unlocked, so you just jumped on and did what you needed to do. Up until now, you didn’t even know he had a pin code on it.

Oh shit! Sorry sweetheart, I forgot. It’s the month and day of your birthday.

That made you melt into a puddle right there at the desk.

Aww, trying to score some brownie points with me?

Maybe…Is it working?

You’ll just have to wait until you get home to find out. ;)

Score!!!

Despite the fact you had been together for a while now, Eddie always acted like a horny teenager whenever you made allusions to having sex with him. And you were just as bad when he did it, even blushing a bit now at his eagerness, so you couldn’t really tease him about it.

You set your phone aside and typed the PIN number into his computer.

As a little turning wheel appeared on the center of the screen to show it was thinking about signing in, you got three texts from Eddie in rapid succession. He only did that when something was urgent or he was excited about something, so you looked at your phone Lock Screen to see what he said.

Wait!

Don’t sign onto my computer yet!

I need to get home first!

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the computer screen change as it finally signed you in and you glanced up from your phone to it.

And then you took a much longer glance.

On the monitor in front of you, paused in mid scene, was the fairly zoomed in image of a hard cock disappearing into the mouth of a woman wearing dark lipstick.

You blinked a few times and stared at the screen for a moment.

As a frequent purveyor of porn yourself, you weren’t upset by what you saw on your boyfriend’s screen. But surprise porn was like surprise alcohol in a drink when you were expecting soda or surprise weed when you were expecting a hand rolled cigarette. It’s always a bit shocking and it takes a moment to recover from. When you did, the corners of your mouth to curve upward in a playful grin.

Now with your original train of thought gone, you were in a playful mood. Your story could wait awhile. The deadline for it wasn’t until two weeks away anyway, you had just wanted to get the first draft done.

Settling back in Eddie’s computer chair, you clicked the space bar to unpause the video.

In this time period, two more texts came in from Eddie. You glanced at your Lock Screen again without opening them.

Sweetheart?

Y/N? Baby??

Eddie seemed uncharacteristically worried, which was a little bit confusing. The two of you had talked about watching porn before, so he should know it wouldn’t bother you. You shrugged and set your phone down, distracted by what was going on in the video.

It was a well-done amateur recording of a two girl, one guy threesome. As the one girl was blowing the guy, she was sitting on the other girls face. The scene stayed like this for just long enough to let you take everything in before the guy was pulling his cock from the girls mouth and then pushing her down so the two girls were in a sixty-nine.

You bit your lip, watching with rapt attention as the guy hopped down from where he had been standing on the bed to position himself behind the girl on top. He then grasped the base of his shaft with one hand, angling it so the girl on the bottom could start sucking on the head. It was a messy angle, soon her lips and cheeks were glistening with saliva from his thrusts into her mouth.

A small warmth began pooling between your legs as you watched the guy pull his cock out of her mouth, angle himself upwards and then sink deep into the cunt of the girl on top.

You had to give it to your boyfriend. He had good taste.

Since you had been striking out lately with your usual porn sites, you began to get curious where Eddie usually found his. You paused the video and minimized the window to find out.

Rather than a website, you were greeted by the file browser on the computer system itself, opened to a folder that was filled with porn. And it was by no means a small collection, it looked like he’d been working on this for years. There were dozens of sub folders and sub sub folders dedicated to specific acts and specific porn stars. Most of the videos were unsorted though, the majority of the files just dumped directly into this main porn folder.

Eddie had sent a few more texts by now, which you had ignored in favor of opening a different video that caught your eye. When it was clear those hadn’t gotten your attention, he was soon calling you instead.

“Edward James Munson!” you said when you answered your phone, making your voice sound stern.

“Sweetheart, I promise, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” you said. “Because what it looks like is that you’ve been holding out on me!”

“I honestly wasn- wait, what?” he said, going from pleading to confused in two seconds.

“Seriously!” you said, exaggerating the tone so it was clearly playful. “You have an impressive collection like this and you don’t even think to share?” You clicked your tongue at him in an admonishing way. “I’m hurt. Truly, I’m hurt.”

There was a long pause from Eddie’s end of the phone.

“I’m…sorry?” he said slowly, nerves and hesitation in his voice, like this was an entirely new situation he found himself. “I…didn’t realize…you’d be interested in…it.”

“Seriously?” you dropped the playful act, now confused yourself. “We’ve talked about our favorite porn stars before, in depth discussions even, and you didn’t think I’d be interested?”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “In my defense, do you know how many people will say they are fine with porn then freak out if they catch you watching it?”

Now that you thought about it, he had a point. Even you had that issue a few times in the past, either because you watched porn in general or because of what kind you watched.

“All right, fair point,” you said, then switched back to that playfully stern voice. “But that still doesn’t make it okay, mister.”

Now that Eddie knew how you really felt about the whole thing, his tone changed to a playfully apologetic one.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said, then his tone dropped lower. “Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.”

His voice sent pleasurable tingles down your spine.

“And how do you propose you’ll do that?” you said.

While you weren’t really paying too close of attention to the video you selected, focusing on the timber change of your man’s voice instead, what you did pay attention to had you rubbing your thighs together slightly. This one was definitely right up your ally.

“In any way you want me too, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a soft growl that was nearly a purr. “Anything you want me to do to you, I’ll do it with pleasure.”

Being a metal singer, and a damn good one at that, Eddie could do things with his voice outside of music that you previously wouldn’t have thought possible. While you were already getting quite worked up easily enough on your own, he knew just the right inflection to use on each word to make you clench around nothing.

And it also made all rational thought fly from your brain.

You swiveled your gaze up to the ceiling, distracting yourself just enough to pull your brain back from the haze Eddie’s voice was making your brain slip into.

“Gosh, I just don’t know,” you said, tapping your chin with one finger even though Eddie couldn’t see it. “Oh! I know! I could browse through these videos I found and see if those give me any ideas!”

From the other end of the phone, you heard Eddie clear his throat a couple of times. Clearly the idea of you watching porn on his computer derailed his brain a little bit.

“T-That is a good idea,” he said, and you could tell by his voice that you just made him blush, among other things.

“You’re off in about an hour, right?” you asked, and when he made a sound of confirmation, you continued. “I’m sure I will have something fun in mind by then.”

Since it was clear his brain wouldn’t get back on track if the phone call continued, you quickly let him go so he could finish out his workday.

As you settled back into his chair, watching the video, an evil grin came to your face.

If you knew Eddie as well as you were sure you did, this next hour was going to be the longest hour of his life.

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot

[fan-goddess]

Sugar daddy!aegon x reader au?

Authors note: Yeah sure I’ll definitely try! I kinda adjusted it so it’s still technically sugar daddy!Aegon but with a sort of relationship with it as well… it’s complicated. Also the plot is kinda similar to my onset patience, but we’ll just ignore that…

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,

Warnings: Sugar daddy stuff, allusions to smut, some angsty stuff, some fluffy stuff

The sound of your phones notifications made your heart pick up, and when you read them your face just instantly brightened.

You’d met Aegon on an official sugar baby app a few months ago. He was a little older yes, but he was honestly the nicest person when you’d begun to talk to him, and it helped he was somehow both the cutest and the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

You hadn’t done anything like being a sugar baby before in your life, but the recent increase in the economy meant your life had gotten ten times harder, in every way that was possible. Soon, the pay you got at your simple job wasn’t cutting it, and the bills were piling up, as well as the worry of paying for your schooling.

One of your coworkers, a darling woman only a few years older who you’d confessed your money issues to, had recommended the app. Claiming she’d used it during her own schooling years and it payed well. All you needed to do was know who was a creep and who was actually a sweetheart.

When you had downloaded it, at first the app had just stayed unopened for weeks. Merely sitting there in your home screen, practically mocking you whenever you went past it. The bright pink colour of the icon effortlessly drawing your attention to it every time. You only opened it by accident, only after you went to go into your camera app to take some random picture, and yet when you realised you were looking at the log in screen for the app, you just couldn’t find yourself closing the app. Instead, you took a deep breath while staring at the screen, and filled out the necessary information with nervous breaths.

It’d been a couple days before you received your very first message. An ordinary looking guy at first glance, who according to his profile was in his forties and worked in a high position in a kind of security firm. Though when you opened the message, you found no helloes no asking how your day was. Instead, his first message was him just wanting to know if you would be interested in sending him some feet pics. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever blocked anyone faster than what you did then. Still, you didn’t get any more notifications from the app for a while, and even though you didn’t necessarily want the app in the first place, you must admit that your self esteem certainly went a little down hill.

However, a couple more weeks had passed when you woke up with a message request saying someone was interested, and when you looked at his profile, you honestly felt your cheeks become deep red with blush. He had a silvery-blonde hair colour that you’d never seen on anyone before, and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of purple that made them look almost lavender. When you finally stopped gawking at the profile and looked at what he’d sent you, silently praying that it wouldn’t be like the first time, you’d been so relieved to have been greeted with just a simple hello with a matching emoji. It was so simple, and yet you found it so easily adorable as well.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and it wasn’t long till you found yourself answering to him and actually talking to him. Again, you were nervous he’d try and sneak in questions on feet, but the relief hit you hard when no conversations like that even happened. In all honesty, it didn’t even feel like you were talking to a sugar daddy. If felt like you were taking to a friend.

Though that friend bubble needed to be broken, and soon the topic of why the both of you were on the app came up. You’d confessed how you were in money troubles, and Aegon told you about his desire to treat someone with a kind of kindness that he never really received. He said that he liked to feel like he was wanted, even if it was for money, which is all honestly made you quite sad for him, and when you told him your concerns about that he just brushed it off quickly, as if he was used to it.

Though soon, an agreement was made between the two of you. He’d take you out for all these nice things, get to parade you proudly at family events and in return, he’d pay you for your time generously and get to treat you every so often.

One of the guidelines of the app when you first signed up included answering whether you’d be interested in having sexual relations with your sugar daddy, and you’d ticked yes with the image of this gorgeous older man in mind. You were almost tempted to change it after the feet guy, but you were glad you didn’t. Aegon had made it clear he’d never force you to have sex with him, a fact you were grateful of. Yet even so, there was this sort of line between the both of you that every so often kept getting smudged and blurred.

If you could’ve, you probably would’ve blamed Aegon and his stupidly pretty face. The first time it happened, he’d taken you to some high class bar, and of course as Aegon did he bought some very expensive wine. You were never good handling your drink, and Aegons flirtatious words that you usually would just slyly answer back with a smile, became too much for tipsy you as your face began to go warm and flush a deep red as you began to heavily flirt back with a hand on his arm. Sober you the next morning, while you laid in bed naked under the sheets with your legs numb after cumming around five times, couldn’t help but feel an immense pride as the image of Aegons flustered smiles came to memory.

Though soon that line got crossed over again, then again, then again. Until nearly every time Aegon took you out for a meal with his family or some kind of business type of situation, it ended in him driving you home, then fucking you stupid either in the car or in your or his bed.

It was a similar type of deal today, as tonight was a family dinner that Alicent claimed was arranged months ago. However, unbeknownst to her it was also the year anniversary of when you agreed to be Aegons sugar baby, and if the both of you had been able to have your way then there’s no doubt of mind the evening would’ve been spent by ordering food in and putting on a random movie the two of you could make fun of.

After Alicent had called him to remind him, Aegon had made sure to let you know that he wasn’t forcing you to go to this, and that he could most likely handle the evening by himself. But to his surprise, you’d persisted and actually said it’ll be nice to see his relatives. “I swear I’ll pay you like, five times I usually do darling! Fuck I am so lucky to have you!” He exclaimed pecking at your forehead with small kisses in gratitude. You can’t deny the slight twinge in you guy that you felt at the reminder of him paying you, but it didn’t matter to you at that moment. Only Aegon currently mattered.

The piece currently laying on your bed in front of you was something Aegon had suggested. A little thing he joked would help get the both of you through the no doubt soul sucking dinner with his family. It was a basic piece, just a red lace set of a matching bra and panties. Yet when you showed him what they looked like on you in the store, you could see it in his eyes that he was on the very edge of being brought on his knees from the sight alone.

When you put it on and posed with it in front of the mirror just now, you could’ve help but feel slightly excited for what’ll possibly happen later. You pare the piece with a deep blue dress that Aegon always compliments you in, and when you get the text to let you know that he’s waiting for you downstairs, you can’t help the smile and the slight blush from appearing.

As you step out of your building and look around, it’s not hard to spot the near comical looking gold painted car that Aegon had affectionately nicknamed Sunfyre. It’s a ridiculous looking thing to see you have to admit, but it’s such an Aegon car that you can’t help but secretly adore it.

When you get in, Aegon gives a small teasing whistle while he looks you up and down in appreciation. “Fuck baby… gonna make me wanna stay in and have you for dinner…” he grins. “Did you wear the piece?” You choose to not directly answer, and instead you simply pull the sleeve of your dress down slightly to reveal the contrasting red fabric with a cheeky smile. “Good girl” He smiles before placing a possessive hand on your thigh and starting the car before driving in the direction of the restaurant.

When you get two eventually get there, you’re both greeted with Alicents smiling face. It’s sort of funny that Alicent doesn’t know how you and Aegon really met, or the real contact of the two of yous relationship. If she ever did find out how you met, she’d probably lose her mind.

For the rest of the night, you play the part of the loving and doting girlfriend to perfection. You make sure to talk to Helaena about her current affairs, and when Alicent attempts to inquire more about your and Aegons early relationship before he introduced you to them all, you make these stories sound so real that there’s even an almost wistful tone in your voice. You can even see Aegon looking at you out of the corner of your eyes with an almost saddened look, yet still you choose to ignore it and continue on with the night.

By the end, Alicent makes sure to let you know that she loves you, and talks all about how much she looks forward to making you an official daughter of hers. As much as the idea makes your stomach twist, you have to awkwardly laugh it off and move backwards towards the car while Aegon makes quick work of distracting her while she begs for some more grandchildren. When you get in, you turn the radio on to some random station and wait for Aegon to get in and start the car.

“I’ve transferred you the money, you wanna stay at mine or stay at yours?” He asks as he starts the car and drives off.

“I got an early class tomorrow, so mine please Aeg.” You smile, turning to him to speak before looking back out of the window to the scenery.

The rest of the car ride is filled only with the sound of some cheesy pop song playing on the radio, while you attempt to pass the time by variating between looking out the window and scrolling aimlessly on Instagram. You can still see Aegon peeking over at you every so often, and still you just pretend like you don’t see it.

Though when Aegon places a hand on your upper thigh, you can’t deny the warm feeling you feel in your lower belly, and in turn like a reflex you place your own hand on his, and lazily stroke a finger on the warm skin.

It’s late that night, when you find sleep eluding you can’t help yourself from tossing and turning in your bed. A couple times you even find yourself reaching out for Aegons warmth, and feel even more miserable every time when your hand makes contact with the cool sheets.

It’s around half eleven though when there’s a strange knock on the door, and when you answer it in your silk nightgown, you can’t even hide surprise on your face when your eyes make contact with Aegons.

“What are you doing here?” The breathless tone you speak in surprises even you.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Aegon mutters. He’s dressed in casual clothing, but he obviously didn’t dress himself with style as an intention, cause if you weren’t as tired as you were you’d joke he looked like Valyrian Adam Sandler. His eyes are drawn to the floor, and when you look down too you can’t hide the amusement when you realise he’s actually looking at the skin of your legs. “Needed to see you, as I missed you…” You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest and the small smile you can’t resist when you hear Aegons confession, cause it’s just what you were feeling half an hour ago yourself.

You can’t deny it for both for him and yourself as you step aside and motion for him to come in. Aegon trails in as you shut the door and lock it behind him, and yet he does’t take much time to drag himself to your bed and strip himself down to his underwear and get under the covers.

When you walk back to your bedroom to join him, it’s almost as if it’s automatic when he opens his arms to welcome you in a cuddle, and when you do give in and let his arms surround you in a hug, you can’t help but smile in the comforts of his chest as his body heat seems to completely surround you, and you just get this feeling of safety rushing over you.

When you signed up to the sugar baby app, you never thought you’d meet a guy like Aegon, and as you feel yourself become sleepy with the mixed sound of his light snores and his heartbeat, you honestly don’t think you’d change or willingly drop this agreement for anyone else.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Livius slipping into the body of an actress with a catty attitude at a red carpet/awards ceremony, fully intending to cause a scene. He gets obsessed not with the actress but with her stressed out assistant.

She is fretting, readjusting the actress's dress and putting on some last minute adjustments to her look before she's on the carpet, and begging her not to stir any shit up at the event.

I know you and an the other two nominees for best actress don't get along but please be civil ma'am.

TW: Gore; Non-consensual demonic possession.

His plan was simple.

Cause a scandal.

Sometimes he does this kind of thing for fun, other times, he has the pleasure of doing it as a service from a formal agreement. You'd be surprised how many celebrities fish contacts to reach his Ring, to reach Lavineum the Envious. Really, him and Rinx have crossed paths on the surface more than once. Sometimes even Cero is looming by.

People just can't resist a bit of a hellish push to success, can they?

Every week, there's a new pretty face around the corner, some halfwit thinking they're going to make it big, a loser, a pawn, a dolly- People who let it all get to their heads and then, suddenly, one day, making a deal with an unfathomable force seems acceptable.

It just so happened that Livius' current patron is one rival of the gorgeous 32 year old whose body he's currently snug inside, wearing Ms Isabella like a glove. She wasn't particularly hard to get a hold of, most of these movie stars are pretty air-headed. He had her silent and dormant in less than a full minute.

He looks at himself in the mirror, combing over her extravagant dress that's honestly bright enough to kind of bother his sight. The woman's raven locks flow from her shoulders, and he twirls a lock the exact same way she does when in deep though. A practiced smile falls on that screen-friendly face as he switches through a few of her usual expressions.

Piece of cake. She's not very nuanced to Livius, as insulting as it may sound.

When the click of someone entering the room is heard, Livius straightens, then adopts Isabella's usual impatient stance, arm on her left hip, an intense gaze cast to you, the woman assisting this actress. Honestly, he doesn't know how well you get paid, but it can't be enough to justify dealing with Miss "I'm fluent in three languages and so much better than you-" on a regular basis.

" ... Ma'am? " You squint.

" Yes, what is it? " He snaps back the same tone you're probably used to hearing by now. The woman's slight Italian accent flows easily on the tongue.

" I asked you to sit down please, we still need some last minute adjustments. "

Livius glances at you once more before doing as told.

You're very pretty. It's almost odd that he's possessing the celebrity here, yet you have such a sweet little smile and eyes so full of hope that you could easily make it out there in the same areas as the woman you're working under. Maybe that's why she's so rude to you at times. Livius sits in the lush little chair in front of several mirrors and forgets that perhaps he's been staring at you for a little too long, because you shiver eventually.

He needs to be cautious, his gaze isn't like the vacuous glare this woman spares most people, it's something a lot more invasive and whole. When Livius stares, he sees.

Before you can ask if everything is alright, he diverts. " Go on, we don't have all day. "

And the way you jump has him muffling a smile. " Y- Yes, of course! "

As you get closer, the demonlord gets to sense your smell, your perfume rather, but there's a hint beneath that can only be yours alone. He'd be able to gouge it better if not for his host's own disgustingly overpowering, acidic crime of a perfume. Nevertheless, he's much too still while you work, observing every little thing you do. How your fingers twitch, where you lean to, which way your head tends to tilt, the expression you make when you're concentrated.

In fact, he likes that frowning puckered lip look so much that he subconsciously puts it on himself. And you notice, of course.

" Hahah... " You pause, heat rising on your cheeks. " I know, it's silly. You got me. "

Livius is very glad you took it as a joke rather than the amateur slip up it actually was.

When you continue, he schools himself a bit better, forcing himself to relax a little so he's not hyper-focused on studying you. He ponders on the steps he'll take to complete his deal, the most amount of damage he can make to this woman involves flickering through some of her insecurities, her lowest moments and most repugnant thoughts. The core of what makes her human, her disgusting sinuous vein.

Unfortunately, it's more than a little difficult to remain focused with you so close to him. As you shift the woman's luxurious necklace, he feels your small fingers brush against the expanse of her neck, a pleasant tingle up her scalp, the scent of you largely demanding of his attention. You're the type of person he could hold onto forever. It's a shame he's in the middle of a task, because Livius would much rather dwell inside of you at this moment.

This increasingly loud hum begins rocking his chest as the demonlord sways, enjoying the care and sighing while digits adjust earrings. And everything is right in the world, no thought spared to what time and day it is. Until...

The touch vanishes, the extra warmth recedes, Livius is bereft and irritated.

" E- Excuse me, ma'am? "

His eyes snap open.

Livius had been rumbling for a while. Oopsie.

He gets to see your eyes flicker from him, so full of confusion and doubt, to the wide mirror directly behind Isabella. And what you see there makes the color drain from your whole body. Your fear is palpable and thick, like the lump in your throat as you struggle to get in enough air to scream.

Scream like a wild animal, at the top of those itty bitty lungs.

What a wonderful melody. There are other ways he'd like to make you scream, now that he thinks about it. You're just a lot of fun, for some reason.

" Is something wrong? " He mirrors some of your own terror.

All you do is point at the mirror, taking a step back and trying -Failing- To steady your breathing.

He doesn't need to look back to know what's happened. You're seeing him. The actual him.

Instead, said mirror just bursts into a million shards, the force with which it's broken sends pieces flying through the room, your pitiful self cowering and shielding your face as you gasp and sob in shock.

" Oh my... " He starts, knowing damn well that more than a few of those shards have embedded themselves in Isabella's back. She must look like a porcupine, hah.

Livius turns around and pretends to care about the situation, thumbing over the mess he made, watching her bleed just a bit more from the brand new razor-thin blades that cut their way into her digits.

He hears you gasp tremulously somewhere behind him.

Livius allows her visage to distort, senses his sharp grin crawl up cheeks that straighten and elongate to accommodate it, his eyes force her skin to stretch with unpleasant zips of flesh as her eyelids fail to transform in time. He's getting a touch too excited.

" I don't think they'll mind too much, right? " He mocks, Isabella's attractive accent melting into his standard ragged demonic tenor.

The first thing that spins back is her neck, then her body, Livius stretching within the human's physical limits. When her arms and legs elongate, her form expanding into something strained and twisted, Livius sighs in momentary relief.

" Oh God... " You sniffle, legs unsteady, held up only by the opposite wall's support.

" Oh God... " Livius mimics fondly, loving the sound of it.

A click echoes, the room is now locked firmly. You seem to be silently making peace with certain death.

" You know- " The demonlord begins, swatting locks of bothersome curly hair away as he leisurely walks towards you. " In all these years you've worked for me, I realize I haven't gotten to know you all that well. "

You only shake and brokenly gasp when Isabella's bloated, clawed fingers make contact with your shoulder.

" Isn't that a shame? "

Livius chuckles at the small whimper you let out when he pulls your figure closer to his, swaying both of your forms calmly.

" But we still have a bit of time, I reckon. So why not tell me a bit about yourself, hm? "

It's not as if you're leaving the room until you humor him anyway.

#Livius oc

[the-castle-of-dimitrescu]

"She's perfect, Alci..." Raine breathed, sitting beside Alcina in her hospital room, gazing at the newest member of their family.

"Just like her mama." Alcina replied with a chuckle, turning her blue eyes to Raine, her smile contagious, as she held the newborn close to her chest.

Raine blushed at the compliment, leaning in to press her forehead to Alcina's before pressing a kiss to her lips, trying desperately to convey every ounce of love she felt in her heart for the woman before her.

"We haven't named her yet, you know." Raine noted, brushing her finger gently down the newborns cheek, smiling lovingly as a yawn escaped the infant.

"Elaina. Elaina Grace Dimitrescu-Williams. Or Williams-Dimitrescu, whichever you prefer, draga." Alcina replied, gazing down at their little one, a tired smile once more coming to her lips. "We can call her Ellie for short, as homage to Elliot." Alcina chuckled, which Raine quickly joined in.

"I told mum you were in labor last night. I'm sure she's beside herself wanting to see her." Raine hummed, sitting back with a contemplative look on her face. "Dad and Eli too. Not to mention the girls and Karl."

"Ugh, don't remind me of my idiot brother-in-law when we're sharing this precious moment, darling..." Alcina deadpanned, fixing Raine with a stare that earned a short laugh and an apology. "Be a good daughter and call Wendy and Sam. I'm sure they can't wait to meet their granddaughter."

Raine did just that, ringing Wendy as soon as she fished her phone from her pocket, the camera for their FaceTime already trained on the newborn in Alcina's arms.

Wendy answered on the second ring, her face coming on screen as Raine settled in beside Alcina, both of them watching as tears began streaming down Wendy's face, followed by muffled yelling for Sam to come and see.

"Good to see you too, mum." Raine laughed, the camera still capturing Eliana as Sam peered over Wendy's shoulder at the newborn. "Meet your granddaughter, Eliana Grace."

"Oh my God! Oh, she's absolutely precious!" Wendy sobbed, propping her glasses on her head so she could wipe at her eyes, while Sam continued to smile lovingly at the newborn. "Oh, I called Eli as soon as you texted me last night. He's here too, just give him a moment." Wendy signaled Raine to turn the camera so she could address them as she wiped at her nose with a tissue. "Alcina, how are you feeling, dear? Has my daughter been good to you?"

Raine groaned before handing Alcina the phone, the woman expertly balancing Eliana in one arm as she took hold of the phone with her other hand.

"She's been so wonderful the whole night, Wendy. A truly wonderful pillar of support, even if I almost crushed her hand and cussed her out during the process of delivery." Alcina chuckled, looking over at Raine, who was flexing her hand to prove it still worked, teasingly flipping Alcina off before slipping off the bed.

"Yes, well, at least it wasn't the hand that mattered, darling." Raine teased, arching a brow at Alcina before grabbing her wife's phone to call the girls.

"Oh, do remind the girls to be quiet when they come by to visit. I'll hopefully be able to get some rest before they make their presence known." Alcina winced, earning a quick 'noted' from Raine as she stepped out into the hall to call the girls. "And speaking of visits, when can we expect you to come and visit?" Alcina questioned Wendy.

"Whenever you'd like for us to come. Though these first few weeks are really about you and Raine bonding with her. And I'm sure the girls are going to be more than thrilled to meet their new sister."

"We would love to have you whenever you can come out. I can have Raine purchase the flight whenever you'd like."

"Please don't trouble yourself with our expenses, Alcina. We can cover our own flights." Wendy chuckled. "Oh! Eli, come see! Look at how precious your neice is!"

Alcina quickly turned the camera back to rear-facing so Elliot could see the newborn, a new smile on her lips as she watched an uncle meet his niece for the first time. Raine stepped back into the room then, seeing her brother's face on the screen. Watching his expressions as he spoke to Eliana for the first time, the way his eyes lit up as he simply looked at her, made her heart soar.

"You know, Eliana was the perfect name for her. We needed an 'Ellie' to go with 'Eli'." Raine chuckled, watching her brother's expression change again, his eyes glossing over with unshed tears before he moved out of the screen, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, he's absolutely in love, dear." Wendy beamed as she came back onto the screen.

They talked for several more minutes until a nurse knocked to come in. Raine was absolutely over the moon as she watched Alcina cuddle their daughter close. And then those blue eyes were on her, her smile causing her nose to crinkle just slightly as she waved Raine over with a crook of her finger.

"Your turn, mama. Mother needs to get some form of rest before the three wildcards show up." Alcina chuckled, handing Eliana over to Raine, smiling as she watched her wife cuddle their daughter for the first time, her eyes overflowing with love as she looked down at the infant, gently rocking her in her arms as Alcina laid back in the bed, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.

Raine smiled as she closed the distance between them once more, leaning over to press a kiss to Alcina's forehead, whispering sweet nothings to her wife until she drifted off to sleep, her skin kissed by the soft glow of the sunrise peeking in through the blinds.

#alcina dimitrescu #short fic #alcina x original female character #my fic #alcina dimitrescu x original female character #OC: Raine Williams #oc: samuel williams #oc: elliot williams #oc: wendy williams #oc: eliana grace dimitrescu-williams #things that will happen in the fic #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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When the juice hits you I would LOVE more Jameson and Vincent at Nat’s house content! I love them so much :,)

CW: Chronic pain, discussion of stalking and attempted murder, mentions of dead people, everyone is in a bad mood hooray

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"Go back to fucking bed." Jameson grunts the words more than speaks them, squinting down into a coffee mug while rubbing one hand over his throbbing left knee. Not that the right one doesn't hurt, too. But he picks one and sticks with it until the pain pills kick in and he can fucking stand up again. "It's five in the fucking morning."

"Yeah, and I've been up since four, so... Don't know what you want from me." Vincent Shield doesn't look like a movie star these days. Just like Kauri's shaggy older brother who needs a haircut and a three-week nap. His bruising is all gone, everywhere but the look in his blue eyes.

All the wounds are there, now.

Jameson watches him pour himself a cup of coffee. In just a hoodie and jeans, you'd never recognize him when compared with the heroes he plays on big screens. Or used to.

"I want you to fuck off," Jameson replies, but there's no real anger in his rasping voice. Vince just smiles at him. Jameson finds himself cataloging the differences between he and Kauri, the biggest being the way Kauri smiles like he could fix everything if he just burned bright enough. Vince smiles, when he isn't posing for photos, like everything will shatter if anyone sees it.

"Landlady seems to like me, so I guess you're out of luck." Vince adds sugar and milk, too much of both. Pauses. Stares down into his mug. "I used to add Irish cream and some whiskey into my coffee every day when I wasn't working. Sometimes when I was. Probably... Probably a lot of the time when I was."

"Huh." Jameson digs his thumb into a spot on his knee. It flares bright with pain, so stark he nearly bites his tongue against a scream. Then something feels like it gives way, and the pain drops from a roar to a more manageable hum. "You're a sad drunk, too."

Vince actually laughs at that. "I really am, aren't I?"

"Based on how much of a sad fuck you are sober, I can only figure it gets worse when you're not."

Vince sits down across from him at the table, watching him. He doesn't even look mad, or hurt. Just... tired. "You think I'm an ungrateful asshole, huh?"

Jameson, still rubbing at his leg, pauses and looks up. "What?"

"Because I'm rich. Millionaire movie star in his giant house sitting around drinking himself to death on two-hundred dollar whiskey. People tell me they love me everywhere I go, if I let them know who I am. People write me letters. I had a stalker, for a while." He runs fingers back through his hair, growing out a little. Looks more like Kauri's now. "I wonder if that was just Owen, too."

"Maybe. To the stalker thing, not the rest of that bullshit." Jameson's fingers ache, trying to stay bent and curled, and he has to fight to straighten them enough to count off as he speaks. "Millionaire movie star whose only friend is a woman he writes fucking checks to, giant house you sit around in alone, two hundred dollar whiskey you don't even share with anybody but your fucked up liver, nobody who says they love you even fucking knows you, those letters are creepy as hell, and having a stalker isn't a fucking good thing, dumbass."

Vince snorts, but a smile plays around his lips. "Owen said he loved me."

"I'm so fucking sick of that asshole. He's dead and still the center of half your conversations. He didn't know you, either."

"We'd been friends since we were kids-"

Jameson is in too much pain to deal with Vincent being a mopey little shit. He hurts in places that don't even have nerve endings. His bones fucking throb. The pills aren't kicking in yet, or maybe he needs to take more. Maybe they don't work anymore. Either way, he groans and leans back in his chair. "Will you just fucking stop? The taste of your voice is making me want to throw up lately you talk so much."

Vince pauses. "The... what of my what now-"

"I don't give a fuck about Owen goddamn Grant and you shouldn't either. You're too old keep that shit up."

Vince takes a long drink of coffee, then makes a face when it scalds his tongue. Jameson tries not to smile. "I-... I just, my whole adult life I've been trying to get away from him-"

"Yeah, and you did. You got. You got about as far away from someone as you can get. Dead men don't come back and they can't hurt you again."

It hurts. Everything hurts. His heart joins the party, twisting hard inside his chest. Grief feels worse than any of the other pains. Ghosts that find him in his sleep, whispering accusations or endearments, shoving him away or holding him close. But gone when he wakes up.

Always gone.

"Jameson-"

"Dead men don't come back," Jameson repeats, more firmly. "You slit his throat-"

Vince flinches.

"-and saved someone from him. Probably a lot of someones. Guys like that don't stop at the first dead body. Bunch of dead hot guys with black hair and blue eyes, after a while, probably. He had the look."

"The... look?"

"In his eyes. Somebody figuring out they liked the idea of being the last thing someone was afraid of. Would've been Kauri, and then you, and then that wouldn't fix it and he'd keep trying. Keep finding men like you. Keep killing them and then realizing he had to try again, because nobody would ever be enough. There aren't ever enough dead bodies for somebody like that. They run out of places to hide them."

Vince has slipped into silence, watching Jameson talk with a look of faint surprise. And concern, which pisses Jameson off.

"Don't look at me like that."

"I kept a knife in my bed," Vince says slowly. "Everywhere I went. Even hotels, even in my trailer on set. I always had a knife. Just in case. And I-... I still have one. Upstairs, between the mattress and box springs. Is that weird?"

Jameson shrugs. "No. Maybe for other people. But not for people like us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, numbnuts. Us. People who fucking killed someone just to not die." Jameson fixes him with a glare, then grabs at his crutches to pull himself to his feet. Once his arms are braced for support, he sighs. It takes the work away from his knees, and they seem to soothe a little.

Or maybe that's just the pills.

Finally.

"Listen, Shield. Save your unburdening of the soul shit for therapy, okay? I got my own problems. And I can't help you with yours. Mine wake me up at night."

Vince looks up at him, head tipped to one side. "Yeah. Mine do, too. I wake up wanting a drink so goddamn badly I can barely breathe. I used to drink until I fell back asleep. Now I just... lay there until I give up and get coffee."

"Yeah. I wake up wanting, too."

Jameson wakes up burning for Nanda to lay a hand on his back and whisper in his ear. He wakes up praying that next time the ghosts will find someone else to haunt. He can't be the only one. He wakes up trying not to cry from the pain. And he hears Vince pacing down the hall every single fucking time.

"It gets better, though, right? The... craving, and just... If I could just have the one thing... That gets better?"

"Fuck if I know." Jameson turns away, jaw set as he works to get to the living room. He can't do the stairs, not yet. His body needs to remember how to cooperate first. Weird how it's gotten worse the longer he hasn't been terrified of being caught again. Therapist says he feels safe, and so his body feels safe to show everything because he doesn't have to fight so hard to survive.

She's probably right.

Jameson pauses, then looks over his shoulder. "Look. Sorry. I feel like shit today."

"Yeah." Vince runs a finger around the edge of the mug sitting in front of him. "Me, too."

"Just. Okay. Listen. Some days, I don't think about him at all, yeah? And that didn't used to happen. So... I guess it gets better."

Until he feels so goddamn guilty for forgetting that it feels even worse. He turns away so Vince won't see the pain on his face.

"Also, I really don't care that you're a millionaire or whatever the fuck. Nanda was a millionaire, too, and it didn't save him. Him being rich didn't save me, either. Just made it worse when I didn't have him anymore."

"... Jameson-"

"Never mind. Just fuck off until I'm too high to be mad at you, okay?"

He collapses onto the couch, closing his eyes and drifting on a sea of pain. There's one more pill in his pocket. He digs it out and swallows it dry.

Please, please, please stop hurting. Inside or out. He doesn't care which. But he can't keep this up if it's both.

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Red Ties

Chapter 6

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“Thank you dear” Mrs McKenzie smiled as Mary placed her lunch on the tray in front of her, neatly setting the fork and knife and placing her cup of tea there as well.

“That’s okay, is there anything else you need?” she asked.

“No, no that’s fine, now sit down and relax, you do way to much for me” Mrs Mckenzie fussed, waving her hands about and digging into her hot lunch. Mary had made her sausages and mash with a small side of peas. Mrs McKenzie was a simple woman who didn’t have much of a palette, especially at her age of eighty, she wasn’t bothered about eating the most fanciest of foods. Mary smiled and slumped down in one of the comfy chairs. She had a busy morning, and it was nice to come see Mrs McKenzie and relax for a moment. The other residents she cared for were nice as well but weren’t like Mrs McKenzie in anyway. Mary could do with a good laugh right now.

“So tell me what you’ve been up to, have you found a man yet” she raised a brow, shovelling in a fork full of peas and Mary giggled. She didn’t know whether to tell her about her bump in with James last week. To be honest, there wasn’t much to tell, except the fact be brought her a $800 phone and wouldn’t let her dry clean his suit.

“Not yet” she shrugged and Mrs McKenzie huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Girl, you need to get out there, if you spend anymore time with us old coots you’ll turn into one” she scolded and Mary laughed, shaking her head.

“I’ve been so busy at the moment-”.

“Nope, I don’t want to hear that excuse again” she interrupted. Although it was funny, Mary couldn't help but think Mrs McKenzie was right. As a christian girl, she was saving her first time for marriage. She hoped for the day that she’d find a true honest man to marry and become his wife for the rest of their lives, and eventually have children as well. But it was tricky. The dating sites scared her and from all the stories Anya told her, it seemed most of them were on there for a good shag, which she certainly wasn’t. But there was a certain man playing on her mind. James.

Tall, handsome, kind, he was everything a girl would want and probably already had. Judging from his neat attire and expensive scent, Mary assumed he already had a special lady in his life. She didn’t see a wedding ring but that didn’t mean anything. He looked like a man who could have anyone he wanted and probably did. Why on earth would he want someone like Mary.

She was about to respond when a buzz of her phone cut her off. Whipping it out, she looked at the screen. Mrs McKenzie furrowed her brows, staring at the great big device, instantly recognising that it wasn’t her old brick phone.

“And what’s that?” she said and Mary looked up, slightly confused until she realised she was talking about the phone.

“Oh, I had to get a new phone as my other one broke” she shrugged, slipping it back in her pocket.

“I say that’s a big change from your old one, how much did that cost you?” she asked, shovelling her mouth with creamy mash and Mary blushed.

“Um well… someone actually brought it for me” she admitted and Mrs McKenzie froze, looking over at Mary with wide eyes.

“And… tell me more” she urged and Mary couldn’t help but giggle nervously. Why was only talking about James making her nervous as well.

“Well last week when I left yours, I bumped into this man. I was holding my phone at the time but dropped it and it smashed and he insisted on buying me another one. I told him he didn't have to but he wouldn’t take no for an answer” Mary explained and a bright smile lit up on Mrs McKenzie’s face.

“So you have met a man, and you thought you could keep this from me” she pointed a wrinkly finger at Mary.

“No no no, it’s not like that, I think he was just being friendly” she made a poor excuse but Mrs McKenzie chuckle, shaking her head.

“Darling, you don’t go and buy someone a new phone just to be friendly. I may be old but I know when a man is trying get a woman. They’ll do anything to have them and even if he was being friendly, a new phone is a stretch” Mrs McKenzie said and Mary knew she was right. But why would he go to all that trouble for a girl like her. She couldn’t imagine she was anything off his type. He probably liked super models and tall girls with skinny waists and all the plastic surgery they could have done to them.

“You may be right” Mary smiled.

“Of course I’m right” Mrs Mckenzie shrugged.

“Plus I spilt his coffee on him but he wouldn’t let me take his suit to get dry cleaned or buy a new coffee” Mary added.

“Well then he must like you, what’s his name?” she said intrigued.

“James”.

“Mmm, very biblical, what does he do?”.

“Oh, I don’t know, I didn’t ask him” Mary said and Mrs McKenzie gave another huff.

“Well you’ll have to see him again to find out, you must see him again” she insisted and Mary laughed once again. Mrs McKenzie was a very forward person and not one to mess with.

“We’ll see” Mary murmured.

She left Mrs McKenzie’s room, shutting the door gently as to not wake her. She decided to take a nap and Mary took that as her cue to leave. As the door clicked shut, she turned to make her way to the elevator at the end of the hall when she stopped in her tracks. No, it couldn’t be. There he was, walking in all his glory, dress impeccably in a dark suit of all black, a tie tightly around neck and his hair slightly messy but in a sexy way. James.

He was carrying a coffee cup holder with two small cups, just like he did the other week. Mary couldn’t seem to move her body as she stared at him walking towards her, a smile creeping on his lips as he neared.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again” he said smoothly as he reached her, standing tall and powerful over her. His rich scent immediately filled her nostrils and Mary couldn’t help the flush of colour in her cheeks as she smiled, nervously brushing back a piece of hair behind her ear, not that it was even in the way but she needed to do something.

“Neither did I, at least this time I didn’t bump into you” she pointed to the coffee cups and he chuckled softly, nodding his head. The sound was sexy and sent a tingle to her body.

“Yes, although I was probably to blame last time as well” he shrugged.

“No it was my fault, not looking where I was going” she said. A silence fell and Mary shuffled on her feet, racking her brain as to what to say next.

“Are you visiting again?” she asked and James sighed softly, nodding.

“Yes, I try and come every week” he said.

“Well they’re very lucky” she replied and instantly regretted it. Why did she have to say the most stupid things around him. But the smirk on James face indicated he wasn’t creeped out.

“Did you get your new phone, I had it sent to your apartment” he asked and Mary had completely forgotten about it, snatching it from her pocket.

“Oh yes, thank you so much, you didn’t need buy me this fancy thing though, I mean $800 is a lot” she said and James smirked.

“Not to me, plus I thought you might need an upgrade” he shrugged. Mary couldn’t help but stare dumbfounded. As if $800 wasn’t anything to him. But judging by his looks, it seemed money to him wasn’t an issue.

“I really appreciate but I still feel bad about your suit, are you sure I can’t do anything to say sorry?” her guilt was treading back and she had to think of what Reverend McCarthy said to her. James stared down at her, sucking in his bottom lip for a moment before letting it pop back out, his head tilting as if he was thinking hard.

“Let me take you out” he said abruptly and Mary froze, staring wide eyed at him. Take her out, like a date. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Li-like a date” she asked and he nodded.

“Let me take you out for dinner, if you really want to make it up then let me buy you dinner” he insisted and Mary chuckled nervously. Normally the other party would do something to say sorry however this was the other way around.

“Oh. O-okay” she smiled and James grinned, flashing his bright white teeth that were perfectly aligned. Mary couldn’t help but self conscious of her crooked bottom teeth, the few at the front that were slightly titled in giving her that cute smile and she sucked her lips in a tight smile.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at seven” he asked and Mary nodded, becoming all flustered and nervous.

“Yeah, sure, sounds cood, I mean good” she fumbled on her words, and James grinned.

“Well I should get going, I’ll see you later” Mary squeezed past him, her arm just brushing his and she felt that intense tingle to her legs, a flip of her stomach like she was on some roller-coaster.

“See you later Mary” the way her name rolled off his tongue, Mary couldn’t help but blush more and she gave a short wave but raced to the elevator, keeping her back to him and when she stepped in, she hid behind the closing doors, taking the deepest breath of her life, her mind in a crazy spin of thoughts and feelings. There was only one person she needed to talk to… Anya.

Chapter 7

Hey so I'm sorry for the late update, been working on some other stories of mine and sorry its a short chapter but I hope you like it and let me know down in the comments what you think

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Brighter Than the Sun

✦ Gen Narumi x f! reader

✦ Warning: not prof-read, little romantic, kissing,

✦ Misc: Word Count: 3.6k+ first Kaiji no. 8 oneshot that was chosen on a wheel, im so happy it landed on it. singer au.

✦ In which you were special to him.

She was his star, well not literally his star. She was on the big TV screen doing an interview on one of those late-night shows, while Gen was sitting on his couch remote in hand watching her.

He really can't believe they were the same age and {Y/n} had achieved so much more than him. All he does is stay in his apartment playing games watching TV and making a mess all over. And yet the most gorgeous woman is on his TV screen smiling and laughing with the host.

Seeing her smiling and laughing all about made him jealous. It's not like he wanted to be in her position, no he rather wanted to be by her side. Having interviews with her, and playing by her side at concerts. He just wanted to be by her side, but he was just an average civilian.

"And that ties up today's show with our special guest, {Y/n} {L/n}." A go-lucky voice spoke facing the cameras and mic. "We hope to see you next week," The camera started to zoom out and the host and {Y/n} were seen to be having a conversation.

The show went on commercial as it was over and the next show was about to play. Gen shut off his TV knowing what next will not be his {Y/n}. He got up from the couch going to the kitchen not so far away. Gen got himself a little snack before heading to bed. Though he couldn't sleep at all.

The only thing on his mind was the interview that was on the TV with {Y/n}. He hated they were the same age but she was doing so much better, he hated how she was always around other guys, and he hated seeing her on TV. But did he really hate it no he was just telling himself that like every other person in this universe that likes her.

But unlike everyone else, he was something special. A real talent to {Y/n} herself.

{Y/n} behind the scenes was about just the same as she presented herself to other people and her fans. She was a chill person and liked to lounge a lot. She didn't do much really at all.

Even though she had lots of fame, she acted like she didn't. Well, not in a bad way she was still nice to her fans and she liked it when they said hi to her.

Anyway, the other band members were quite the same as her. They all did nothing, the only time they did was when they had ideas for a new song. Even then it would take a few months before it was ready for release.

Some of them also like to play games together... well all of them played games together when they got the chance. Sometimes {Y/n} indulges her time in watching people play said games. One of her favorite streamers was someone named Narumi Gen.

She really liked to watch him. She really liked that he the same age and doing what he like, she liked how good he was as the games, she like his smiling and laughing though she was only behind a screen. And she really did like that about him, though she never met him.

Since Gen couldn't fall asleep he decided to start a stream.

As {Y/n} was lying in bed looking through her phone she got a notification that Gen Narumi was streaming.

The male started his stream. "Today is going to be a short stream. I'm tired."

The chat was a little sad but complied nonetheless as they couldn't do anything.

Gen talked a little and before he knew it the sun was peaking through his blinds and the early birds were chirping. "Oh, shit. Anyway, guys I going to have to end the stream." And that he did.

{Y/n} woke up when she heard a loud sound from her phone. She saw he was still streaming though he had just ended. She didn't even realize she fell asleep.

The female turned off her phone but she didn't get up from bed. She stared at her popcorn ceiling having her thoughts take over her brain. That was until she was rudely interrupted by one of her band members.

"Good morning, {Y/n}!" Her door busted open and the male walked over to {Y/n} leaning in front of her. His white hair facing down falling down his pale chiseled face.

The female started into his green eyes that were staring right back waiting for a response.

"Whatever good morning Jake."

"Oh come one, {Y/n}. It's a bright and early day you know what that means."

"That it's time for me to sleep in," She rolls over in the bed facing away from Jake.

The male lay in her bed taking her blanket to cover himself. He snuggled next to the female. "Fine then, {Y/n}. Let's take a nap."

The female shrugged her shoulder laying away from Jake though he brought her closer. He knew it bothered her and that's why he was doing it, to get her up out of bed.

And she did indeed cave in.

"I think we should get up Jake," {Y/n} sits up waiting for the male to get out of bed.

"You're right, {Y/n}. I think the band is waiting for us downstairs. He gets up out of her bed and the female follows out.

"I'm going to get changed. I'll be downstairs in a bit."

"Holy fuck," Gen curses under his breath. He stayed up the whole night talking to his chat even though he said to himself it was going to be a short stream.

He got up from bed. The first thing he did was take a shower as he felt disgusting. Gen couldn't believe he stayed up all night without even realizing, he didn't even feel tired either.

When he was done taking the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist. He sat in his bed scrolling through his phone. As he was scrolling he saw that [band name] was going on a tour. He didn't take a second chance and bought tickets for places he could visit, which was a few.

Finally, he could see her again in person. Well, this will be the closest he can get to see her.

"We're going to start packing, {Y/n}." One of the band members says.

"Ok, Ron." She gives him a thumbs up going back to her room.

It was their first concert in a while and they forgot what to do. At least that's what they told each other but when they went out on stage that crowd went wild.

"We're back people!" {Y/n} screamed in the mic hyping the people up even more. "Just in case we forgot let's go over the members. We got Jake on the drums, Ron on the bass, Paul on the guitar, and {Y/n} (me) on a guitar and main vocals!"

"Let's get the show rolling!" Ron yelled into his mic playing some strings on his bass with Paul playing next. {Y/n} played her guitar waiting for the vocals in the song. Jake was waiting for his drums to come into the song as well.

The crowd went wild as this was the most popular song to date. Gen had to watch on YouTube as he couldn't make it to this concert. When the camera switched off {Y/n} he would wait for it to go back every time. He would also sing along sometimes without knowing it.

{Y/n} and Paul were back-to-back playing their guitar solo together. The two played as the drum queue came in and {Y/n} went back to vocals.

The concert went really well for their first time back on stage. When the concert was over they had special Vip tickets they sold where they can meet fans. They went behind stage to meet said fans that were wating.

Again, this was being filmed but not live. There were only a few fans for this little meet and greet. So, it was nice and didn't go on to late.

The band went back to their trailer and {Y/n} was the first to fall asleep. Jake snuggles up next to her to which she doesn't mind when they were going to sleep, it kept her warm.

Meanwhile, Gen was looking at hotels he could stay at for the week. He wasn't rich but he also wasn't poor at the same time. Gen had a nice and stable life he could live. So buying a few hotels to stay at for the concert wasn't too detrimental to his paycheck.

He stayed up pretty late finding places to stay at and when to leave to make it to the next concert.

Ron was the first to wake up like usual. The first thing he did to start his day was go outside to take a nice whiff of fresh air along with a cup of coffee that was made by Nolan.

It was nice for him to wake up without the rest bothering him like they would. Especially Paul who had him do everything that he could, and Ron wanted a break early in the morning when no one else would be awake.

Only the sound of the beautiful nature in front of him. And the cars on the highway could be heard. It was peaceful.

The next to wake up was Gen.

He looked at the time wondering why he had woken up this early. He lay in bed on his phone for a while looking at the news and the VIP interaction with the band on YouTube.

How he wished that was him. Well, it will be him tomorrow.

Ron got back in the trailer ready to get on the road. Nolan woke when he heard the start of the engine. He knew Ron was ready to leave.

"Hey, Buddy. You ready to leave," He asked sitting in the passenger seat.

Ron looked over nodding his head a yes. "Yeah, Ready to visit our next destination. We can let them sleep, they worked hard."

"So did you Ron. Let me drive." Nolan got up as Ron moved from the driver's seat. "Plus no offense I don't want you to crash this trailer, it was kinda expensive."

"I can drive," Ron was kinda offended by the guy's words.

"Sure you can."

Gen decided to get on the road so he could explore the city.

Another day another prepping from the concert. They had just got to the stage they were going to perform at. {Y/n} and Jake didn't want to do anything like always.

Paul and Ron had to carry most of their instruments and gear. Though Jake and {Y/n} didn't just sit there. The both of them greeted the people that would be working there, such as the bodyguards and a few other people.

Heck, they might have been busier than Paul and Ron, they only didn't have the physical labor. They had to walk around talking to people and explore the stadium.

Once they were done, Paul and Ron were waiting for them.

"When did you guys get done?" Jake asked walking up on the stage seeing the two sitting down on the floor talking to each other.

Ron looked up and saw the other two band members walking up one step in front of the other. "Oh, we've been done for a while."

"What about you guys?" Paul asked looking up and seeing {Y/n} and Jake tired and slouched over.

"Tired, we had to walk around this whole stadium. My legs are tired." Her legs gave out and her ass fell to the ground. Jake caught her shoulders setting her down lightly.

He sat down next to her taking a long sigh. "She's right. And the guys showing us around was so boring. He kept talking and talking about the history of this stadium."

"Yeah, he wouldn't stop talking about it. It's like the guy thought we were little kids too. I swear he was using smaller words, and I almost caught him talking in a baby voice." She groaned, "But at least that's over."

Ron spoke up, "But is this place nice? Are the people nice? Are there any faults?"

"Oh," {Y/n} speaks, "This place is nice. The people are nice. And there are no faults. So we're safe and so are our fans." She gave them a thumbs up.

They all just sat there on the stage all just chilling and on their phones. That was until the moment was ruined.

"Get off your phones. It's time to practice a little then you can explore the city." Nolan walked up to the four looking down at them.

They all collectively groaned not wanting to get up.

"Come on, Nolan. Can't we stay here a little longer?" Jake asked looking up at the male a sad look on his face.

"No, now get up." He rushed them up off the stage.

They practiced for a while, then a longer while until Nolan said they were good. After they were done and all the sound checking was done for tonight.

Gen was walking around the city. Seeing the sights and walking in and out of the stores. Even though he was by himself Gen was having a great time. You don't have to have a good time with other people, sometimes all you need is yourself.

As he was walking down the street, he could've sworn that he had seen {Y/n} and Paul. He looked back but they were already gone. Maybe he was seeing things.

He shrugged his shoulder ignoring the thought. And if he did I bet he would have to wait in line.

He looked at the time and thought it was time for him to get dinner if he wanted to make it to the concert on time and not get too full and puke, that would be embarrassing.

'Well, I could get her attention if I did that.' He wondered about the situation in his head if it did happen. If a hand, her hand reached out to him and helped him.

"What would you like to order?" The last at the counter asked.

Gen got out of his thoughts and ordered his food at a small cafe that he found. He sat down at a table with an iced coffee in hand. He was scrolling on his phone seeing what was going on.

He saw {Y/n} story, she was in the same city and she had just set up her stage for tonight. He clicked through the story seeing she was exploring the city with her band members.

{Y/n} and Paul were playing with their guitars. Playing songs and trying to see who could hit the harder note. Jake was sitting by his drums waving around the sticks. Ron was plucking at his bass tunning it.

It was almost time for the concert and they could see people already in line. Gen was waiting in line. He was one of the first people in line as well.

It was [band]'s last show in the tour. Gen had been to at least 8 concerts, maybe more he wasn't counting.

The sky was dark not even a single star in the sky, but there was a brighter star on stage, {Y/n}. Gen was standing close to the stage, he was in a great view to see the female.

The stage was dark with only a stage light in the back. The venue wasn't too busy as they were in a small area. Half the stage lit up showing the silhouettes of the band member.

{Y/n} grabbed the mic, "This is our last show of our tour. I wanted to end this show here if you didn't know this is our hometown."

Wait, this was their hometown? Gen had no idea he and {Y/n} lived in the same place. How did Gen never see here... Well, I guess he never left his house a lot.

"I want to sing a little special, we have been working on this song, and it will probably never be released."

She strung her fist string a Cm, Paul came in next playing a soft guitar. Ron's bass was on low but you could feel it playing through the guitar.

"My dear I won't leave you. I'll be right here." She was singing in a soft angelic tone unusual from what she would sing.

Some people knew what song she was singing. A song that was forgotten in time.

When they were done the crowd erupted in cheers and claps. It was so beautiful. Some of the people recognized the song.

It was the Lulu bubbles {Y/n} mom used to sing to her. She had a song nice calming voice and would sing to the town all the time. She told {Y/n} when she was a baby to do what she wants. And this is what she chose following in her mother's steps.

The rest of the concert went as normal. They sang their song and the crowd loved it. When the concert was over some people were going backstage for their VIP experience.

And Gen was one of them. In fact, he bought the special pass.

The normal VIP only had two people. They asked questions about the members and about the band.

Gen waited his turn outside the room. Which didn't take long. When the normal VIP was done he stood up taking a deep breath before walking into the room.

His star was sitting on the middle of the couch with the three boys surrounding her. She was sitting there with a smile on her face along with the others.

Those {Y/n}'s smile dropped when the male sat down in front of them. Gen didn't seem to like her reaction, he was nervous himself.

"Wait. I know you." {Y/n}'s voice was so shocked. "You're Gen! Narumi Gen!"

The male was confused as to what she was going on about. But he was surprised that she knew his name.

"I love to watch your streams! I love your videos!" {Y/n} was fangirling over one of her biggest fans. What an odd twist.

"Oh, well thank you. I love you--r music. I love your guy's music!" He saved himself before he said anything too embarrassing.

"Thank you," Paul spoke up.

"Do you wanna come to the trailer with me?" {Y/n} asked a big smile on her face.

Nolan walked forward taking the female's shoulder. He looked down at her with a dissatisfied face. Gen looked at him, a shiver sent throughout his whole body. He was scared of the man.

"Why do you need to go back to the trailer?" He asked in a low voice.\

"Dad, please. I just need to get something." She begged.

Gen was a little confused. The manager of the band was {Y/n}'s dad. Never in a million years would he have guessed that.

Nolan rolled his eyes rubbing her temple. He sighed annoyed and motioned her that the two could leave.

"Thank you, Dad!" She gave him a tight hug. She grabbed Gen's hand and he let her guide him.

{Y/n} ran with Gen following behind, well he didn't have a choice. Gen was so memorized by the female. His biggest star was fangirling over him. That comes once in a lifetime, just barely.

The [h/c]-colored female couldn't believe she was holding her favorite content creator's hand. Though Gen couldn't see it she was blushing like crazy.

They had finally made it to the trailer. {Y/n} opened the door letting Gen in first. She shut the door behind them. The male was already sitting down to {Y/n} join him.

"I can't believe this," She said looking at him. Gen coked his head sideways. "I can't believe we like each other, content I mean. I had no idea that I would have a fan that I'm a big fan of."

"Me either. I would never believe that I would ever meet you."

The two sat there silent. It was a little awkward but they didn't let that get in the way. {Y/n} may seem quiet, but in fact, she was quite bold.

She gave Gen a kiss on the cheek. That made him look at her. She gave him a full-on kiss, he was shocked but leaned in. Though the two had just met for some reason they just hit it off. Their chemistry shot through the roof.

The female sat on top of Gen as their kiss went deeper. I mean the guy couldn't complain this is one of his biggest dreams, to be touched by a star.

She let go of the kiss. {Y/n} looked at his red eyes admiring them, his eyes reminded her of the top of a sunset, so fierce and beautiful.

Gen's straight lips turned into a bit of a smile. The woman was going on to get another kiss as she got distracted by the male beauty. "Before we continue would you like to be my boyfriend?"

Gen nodded his head and was going for the next kiss until Nolan kicked the door open.

"I swear to the Gods above if you don't get off him {Y/n}!" He yelled scaring Gen.

"Dad," {Y/n} whined getting off her new boyfriend. "I swear we are officially together now."

Nolan shook his head and walked off leaving everyone confused.

Though Gen was in his own little word stating at a star so bright. He was starting at his star. What he can claim to be his forever. {Y/n} was his star.

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First Kaiji No. 8 oneshot of many more to come. I wanted to do a band au so I again spun a wheel like normal and wrote around it. I also didn't expect it to be this long, thxs for staying and reading it all if you did get this far

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[mrspasser]

Why did you have to call mom?

Sk8 the Infinity fanfiction

Miya gets in trouble at school and he calls Joe to come get him. But instead of Joe, it's Cherry who walks into the principal's office.

Miya stared at the scuffed up linoleum floor in front of him, his legs swinging idly in an alternating pattern. The edge of the seat pressed into the inside of his knee every time he brought his leg back, the plastic rim not entirely sanded smooth. His hands were trapped underneath his legs, stuck between the sweaty plastic of the seat and the cotton of his uniform shorts. The pressure on his fingers helped to soften the ache of his bloody cuticles. He’d been sitting there for what felt like ages when the door at the end of the hall finally opened and his principal strode through. The clicks of her sensible heels echoed through the empty space.

“Chinen-kun, follow me,” the woman said with a sharp nod of her head.

Miya reluctantly got up from the chair, ignoring the pins and needles in his legs as he followed her into her office.

“I understand your mother wasn’t available?” Sugimoto-sensei lowered herself behind her desk and brought the computer monitor to life with a small push against the wireless mouse next to the keyboard. On her screen she undoubtedly had the report of his teacher - multiple reports probably, the whole reason why he was sitting in her office instead of being on his way home after school like his classmates.

“That’s right, sensei,” Miya replied dutifully. The chair he was in had padded seating and was much more comfortable than the one he was sitting on out in the hall. He took care to sit up properly and to appear contrite while still looking as innocent as possible. He wanted to get out of here in short order and for that he had to play up the part of an innocent schoolboy. “But Nanjo-san will be here soon.”

The principal clicked through a few tabs on her computer, frowning at the unfamiliar name. “I don’t see a person named Nanjo-san listed in your file.”

“Ah, no, he’s uh…” Miya rushed to come up with a reasonable explanation for why he had administration call his adult friend from the illegal skating circuit, a friend his mother barely knew anything about. All his mom knew was that Joe sometimes gave him a lift home after skate practice. “He’s my caretaker for when okaasan is out of town. She’s on a business trip right now.” She wasn’t. She was probably at the office, like any other ordinary day. But it was not like his principal needed to know that. If he wanted to walk out of here with minimal punishment, he needed Joe, not his…

“Okan?” Miya stared wide-eyed at the tall, pink-haired and formally dressed figure that appeared in the door opening.

Cherry ignored his rather embarrassing exclamation and bowed politely. “Sugimoto-sensei? I’m here for Chinen-kun.”

The principal shot up from her desk chair to return the greeting and invite the newcomer into her office. It was clear that she was confused by Cherry’s presence, as was Miya, but not for the same reasons. Miya doubted that Sugimoto-sensei would recognise his mother when she met her on the street, so technically any woman could be his mother as far as she was concerned. Yet there was clearly no family resemblance between the distinguished visitor in his fancy kimono and her student, even though Miya just called Cherry ‘mom’ out loud. And then there was the fact that while the stark lines of the kimono hid most of the curves Cherry might possibly have, his deep voice immediately gave him away as a man. However, just last month the school had celebrated the Week of Respect rather extensively and Sugimoto-sensei was nothing if not respectful.

“Please take a seat, ah…”

“Sakurayashiki-sensei,” Cherry answered formally, glancing shortly at Miya as he took the offered seat. He folded his hands neatly in his lap, his back ramrod straight in the chair. Apparently Cherry was going with the ‘respectable calligraphy master’ approach, which Miya could appreciate. Or rather, he was certain his principal would appreciate it. He was getting rather worried himself, because there was a reason he gave the school Joe’s number and not Cherry’s.

That reason soon became apparent, when his principal explained why Miya was sent to her office that afternoon. She gestured to his Switch repeatedly while she talked, the confiscated gaming device laying just out of his reach on her desk. “I see,” Cherry responded, giving Miya a very disapproving look. “I expect Chinen-kun to take his studies seriously and he knows that. Gaming in class is something that I do not condone and I will see to it that he will be disciplined accordingly.” Miya almost wished he’d let them call his real mother. As it was, Cherry was even more terrifying. No matter that he wasn’t his real mom, Miya had no doubt that the man would implement punishment. Cherry Blossom did not make empty promises. Principal Sugimoto must have had the same impression, because their talk was quickly wrapped up after that. The adults got up from their chairs and bowed to each other before Cherry turned to Miya. “Get your things, Miya.”

Miya grabbed his Switch and swung his backpack onto his shoulder, backing up out of the office with a polite goodbye to his principal. Out in the hall he fell into step with Cherry, who guided him towards the parking lot to the side of the school with small touches to his shoulder. The lot was mostly empty, with most of the teachers having already left. He really spent a long time waiting in that uncomfortable plastic chair. “What took you so long?” he demanded from the pink-haired man. “And where is Joe?”

Cherry levelled him with a withering stare. “You should be happy I’m here at all. What were you thinking, calling Joe instead of your mother?” The man held up a warning finger when Miya opened his mouth to answer. “No, I don’t want to hear it. You probably thought you could get away with it if you called him.” They reached the small Toyota and Cherry pressed his key fob to open the doors. “Get in.”

Miya wisely kept silent as he got in the backseat, putting his backpack next to him. The voice of Carla greeted them with a demure “Hello master” when Cherry’s phone connected with the car. The pink-haired man backed out of the parking space expertly and Miya wondered shortly where he would take him. His question was answered soon enough, when Cherry ordered Carla to calculate the fastest route to Sia La Luce.

Miya’s school was on the other side of town, so it would take them a bit to reach the restaurant. He thought it best to keep silent, to avoid provoking Cherry’s ire, so he turned on his Switch for some on the road entertainment. He’d just loaded his game when Cherry’s icy voice sounded from the front of the car. “What do you think you’re doing?” Figuring it was a rhetorical question, Miya kept silent. Soon enough, Cherry’s hand was held up between the two front seats. “Hand it over.”

“It’s mine.” Miya’s hands clenched around the sides of the device. He internally cursed his own stupidity. He should’ve waited until Cherry had dropped him off at Joe’s to play his game, especially after getting reprimanded for gaming during class.

“Don’t make me ask again.” Cherry’s eyes found his in the rearview mirror.

“Fine,” Miya grumbled, placing the Switch in Cherry’s hand. The device was placed on the passenger’s seat, tucked in safely against the back of the chair. With Cherry’s neat driving style there was not much chance of the thing sliding around in the seat anyway. He fell back against his seat with a pout and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I wish Joe came to get me,” he said under his breath, yet Cherry heard him anyway.

“It’s the end of the afternoon on a Friday. He’s elbows deep in mise-en-place for dinner service tonight, what makes you think he’d be able to come to your school?” Cherry signalled to take a corner. “He’s a busy man, Miya, you can’t expect him to drop everything to save your ass every time you get in trouble.”

“You did, okan,” Miya wheedled.

“Against my better judgement, yes,” Cherry said after a short pause. He looked in the rearview mirror again, an unreadable look in his eyes. Miya chose to interpret it as begrudgingly fond.

“We have almost reached our destination, master,” Carla interrupted them politely. “You have twenty minutes before you have to leave for your appointment.”

“Do you have a hot date? Is that why you are all dressed up?” Miya asked sourly. It had not escaped his attention that Cherry was wearing one of his fancier kimonos.

“It’s not a date. I’m having dinner with an important client,” Cherry corrected him curtly.

“Right,” Miya nodded. “No cheating on dad, of course.” He was saved from Cherry retaliating for that comment by Carla announcing they’d reached their destination. Cherry parked the car half on the sidewalk, leaving the emergency lights on. It really must be an important client if he was willing to bend the rules like this.

Cherry ushered him inside the restaurant, calling out for Joe. There were two servers setting the tables, but they didn’t react besides a friendly greeting. Their boss appeared a moment later, pushing open the door to his kitchen. He took one look at Miya and then settled on Cherry with a disgruntled look on his face. “Why’d you bring the kid here?”

Cherry made an annoyed noise and pushed Miya - gently - towards the bar to take a seat. “What else am I supposed to do with him? I’m meeting my client in fifteen minutes!”

“And I have a restaurant to run!”

“I can just sit here,” Miya suggested. He didn’t want to go home yet. “You will hardly know I’m here.”

“You’re just pissed because I’m not taking my client here for dinner.” Cherry ignored Miya for his squabble with Joe.

Joe snorted. “Why would I be mad about that? At least now you won’t be mooching all my expensive wine.”

“It’s not my fault the only decent wine you have here is imported.”

“It’s an Italian restaurant, what do you expect, cheapskate?”

Miya rolled his eyes at their antics. He placed his backpack underneath his chair and surreptitiously reached out to his Switch that Cherry had placed on the corner of the bar. If they weren’t paying attention, he could grab his game and entertain himself until they even forgot he was here. He was sure he could get Joe to feed him later anyway.

The moment his fingers touched his Switch, Cherry snapped his fan down on his hand. “Don’t even think about it! You’re not getting that thing back any time soon!”

Miya had to watch helplessly how Cherry placed the game device behind the register. There was no way he could get the thing back without being seen now. Besides, Joe had strict rules about them being in his restaurant. They were under no circumstances allowed in the kitchen or behind the bar. “You can’t do that! You’re not my mom!”

Cherry shot him an unimpressed glare over his glasses. “You should’ve thought of that before I had to come get you.”

“I didn’t call you anyway, I called Joe!”

“And he called me.” Miya looked over to Joe for help, but this was one of those rare cases in which the two adults presented an united front. The pink bracelet on Cherry’s wrist lit up pink with a soft chime. “Right, I have to go,” Cherry said, turning back to Joe. “I trust that you will have some chore for the kid to do as punishment.”

Joe nodded in agreement, watching how Cherry smoothed out his kimono and made himself ready to get out of the door. “I’ll think of something. You look nice, by the way.”

Miya thought he spotted a slight blush on Cherry’s cheeks, but he was more surprised by the compliment and the way the pink-haired man accepted it with a soft “Thanks”.

Joe and Miya both watched how Cherry made his way out, his long pink hair swishing down his back. “Right.” Joe clapped his hands once, startling Miya. “You can polish the spare silverware.”

“What? Are you really going to punish me?”

“You bet I am. Or else I’m the one who is in trouble when Kao - when Cherry finds out I didn’t discipline you.” Joe raised one eyebrow. “What did you do anyway?”

Miya sighed. “Gaming in class.”

Joe snorted a laugh and ruffled his hair. “Lesson number one, kid: never get caught!”

Authors note: Okaasan is the most common way to say ‘mother’ in Japanese. Okan is more of a pet name for mother (like ‘mom’ or ‘mommy’). Adults wouldn’t use okan in public settings, but it is pretty common among middle and high school students.

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[dawnrider]

Cuz why not? It's been a long ass week. Have a snippet from the vault! Barely catching the last of Friday (it's not quite midnight here.)

Tossing the pile of mail down on the counter, Kagome sifted through the envelopes, looking for anything that had her name on it.  There wasn't much these days that wasn't from her school career center or her loan distributor.  Finally she came upon a plain envelope addressed to her in carefully computer-printed script.  She assumed it was an offer for a credit card but opened it anyway.  “This is the biggest load of crap I've ever read.”  Kagome's grumbling did not go unnoticed, her younger brother coming over to see what she was looking at.  “How do they expect people to fall for this?”  Sota's eyes slowly widened before he snatched the letter and pamphlet out of her hand.  He scanned it three times before staring at his sister with something in his eyes between envy and outrage.  He went to his book bag, pulled out his laptop and flipped it open.  He typed furiously for several moments before showing her a website with a forum.  There were entries upon entries from people who were raving about this very piece of mail.  It was real.  There was no catch.  She didn't have to buy fifteen subscriptions of Knitting Today and Gerbil Weekly to be entered to win... She'd already won.

    Kagome was speechless.  Two weeks on an island resort in the Caribbean where there was a party every night.  The only catch she could see was there were no drugs and no alcohol allowed.  But she didn't drink and stayed as far away as possible from drugs so she couldn't see a problem there.  “I can't believe they chose you!  You're so boring,” her brother complained.  Kagome frowned at him, taking back the letter and reading it again.  Her brother wasn't entirely off the mark.  It wasn't so much that she was boring, she was... careful.  Tugging her lower lip with her teeth in thought, Kagome took the letter and pamphlet up to her room and pulled out her own, much older, laptop.  When she logged onto the website listed in the letter it gave her spaces to enter in her seat preference on a flight and that was it.  There were no other questions.  It had her address, name and nearest airport listed already.  To be honest, Kagome was a little creeped out.  She had a week before she was supposed to leave and she still wasn't sure she believed it was real.  Sota was shouting on the phone downstairs to one of his friends, obviously ranting about her getting chosen over him to go on this once in a lifetime trip.

    “Kagome?”  The woman in question turned to her mother in the doorway to her room.  “What on earth is your brother so upset about?”  Kagome beckoned her mother over to the computer and showed her the letter and pamphlet as well as the website itself.  Her mother frowned slightly.  “Something seems weird about this.”

    “I know.  I just can't figure out what it is.  There are no hidden fees, no subscriptions to magazines, no essays to write, no obligation to buy time shares, nothing.  I don't get it.”  Kagome watched her mother read through it several more times, even sitting down herself to search a few things on the Internet.  Kagome knew her mother was not computer illiterate, but it was still strange to see her deftly searching several sites before leaning back and staring at the screen with a thoughtful frown.

    “I can't find anything that says anything bad about this trip except people complaining about there being no drugs or alcohol allowed.”  After a few more moments, her mother stood and looked at her carefully.  “You should go.  You deserve it.”  Kagome was about to protest but her mother put up her hand to stop her.  “You don't have a job lined up yet and you just finished six years of rigorous school.  You need the break.  It's only two weeks.  Go and enjoy yourself!”  Given that sort of argument, Kagome really couldn't disagree.

    “I... ok, Mama.  If you're sure.”

#fuck it friday #dawnrider fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #Trip of a lifetime

[rosewould]

mortal sin; nct dream

chapter four; keep your demons close

masterlist

words; 4.8k

genre; nothing really

warnings; suggestive themes, strong language

preface; this is the most we've seen of Joohyun I think, what do we think of her? I'd love to hear your thoughts <3

Oh my... I've eaten a week's worth of food just this morning, yet my stomach is still growling! Pregnancy has been... interesting to say the least. I didn't mean to snap at Hyeonhok. He was only trying to help me, I feel so horrible about it. It doesn't make me feel better that I "can't control it", that's an excuse! He still personally delivers every meal I request with a smile. I'm so wracked with guilt I don't know what to do with myself. I'm very close to locking myself in a closet until the baby is born.

I didn't need a reward to finish my research, but the promise of reading a few more pages of this diary made me more eager to finish. Whether it was the media I consumed growing up or my morbid mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to this woman. How did her diary end up in a library, one in this realm at that? If she isn't a demon, this is all the more troubling. Despite the foreboding nature looming over each page, I was completely immersed. Oung's writing is captivating. Her emotions flow through each word like I'm directly experiencing everything she describes. She's bubbly and theatrical, reminding me of someone special.

The thought shoots me straight back to my final year on Earth. It felt like hours of me sitting there, visualizing the bloodied box that slashed at my chest each time it flashed in my brain. I cradle my head in my hands. Why did I have to look in that damned box? No matter how many days pass, I never stop thinking about if Minkyung intended for me to see that.

I stare down at the aged diary, drifting into space and hoping Oung is okay. 

-

"...that takes us to current day, when Lord Taeyong is crowned Lord of Devildom. Things are a lot safer now and the capital is thriving more than ever. Buildings are less of an eyesore and the city looks more modern. He made changes to the laws by adding a lot more. Before he was appointed, the amount of laws added up to a single digit number." Mark points to the screen with an unnecessary pointing stick. I had already known all of this. If he would just let me and Joohyun help we could've been much farther ahead. We're the strongest group, yet we haven't even started. 

"This lecture was really helpful actually, I'm guessing this plays into your plan to get this realm on our side...?" I raise my eyebrows, throwing the ball in his court. I knew he didn't have an actual plan yet, he just wanted to flex his painstakingly extensive knowledge of the Telestial realm. Hopefully this gets him to get on with it while making it seem like his idea all along.

"Oh. Right. The plan..." Mark stammers and I withhold the urge to groan. Joohyun yawns beside me, stretching her arms into the air.

"It's getting late! Maybe we should pick this back up tomorrow morning."

I gawk at her incredulously. It was only midnight, and we were seriously behind. We need all the time we could get.

"Are you seriously tired? Ha! I could stay up until the sun rises, even without coffee. I understand if you need to rest, though. Meeting adjourned I guess." Mark shrugs.

"I'm sorry, last night was a long night. I needed to make sure I was caught up with you guys." Joohyun smiles apologetically. "Let's make it up by meeting early tomorrow morning!"

"I can't tomorrow morning, but we'll figure something out." Mark sighs as he walks both of us to the door. "Next time I'll make sure to tell you my plan, you'll love it!" He pushes us out of the door before shutting it in our faces. Both of them are rushing to end the session as if we're not behind. 

I turn to Joohyun and nudge her. "Hey, was that another trick I didn't pick up on?"

"Oh, no! Don't worry," Joohyun waves her hand, "I really am tired. I'll make sure to do what I can behind the scenes."

She starts to walk away but I stop her by pulling on her arm. She looks down at my hand with a blank stare. 

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to stay here forever-- this school thing or the Telestial realm. Finishing this project will get us closer to getting out of here."

She laughs, still staring at my hand. "I can't believe you grabbed my arm."

I blink at her. "Sorry, did I come off as rude? I didn't mean to."

"No, it's not that... it's just that beings are usually afraid to even breathe incorrectly around me."

"Really? Huh."

Joohyun definitely seemed sketchy, but scary? She was a small, regal woman. Maybe her stately aura intimidated people. "I don't find you scary at all."

"You don't strike me as the type to be easily frightened." Joohyun acknowledges. She should see me when Renjun is around.

"I'd say we both have good impressions of each other." I smirk, only faltering when I realize that's technically a lie.

"I guess that's true. If I'm honest, I don't think that way about many people here." Joohyun lowers her voice, flashing an awkward grimace. 

"You know what? I feel the exact same way." I admit apprehensively. "Perhaps we're judgemental."

Joohyun shrugs. "Just one more reason we're compatible I guess." She raises her eyebrows before walking away. 

Every day brings another interaction where I click with someone. It was worrying that both those people weren't the most polite beings, but it made me feel a tad more comfortable. Being able to have a conversation where I wasn't constantly trying not to die or flatter a narcissist was a breath of fresh air. Even if it might be a trick. I have to keep in mind that Joohyun is scarily good with those.

Right now, what's important is getting this plan sorted. A quick trip to the vending machine wouldn't hurt. As I rounded the corner I heard voices getting closer. 

"What did he say?"

"He said it was an excellent plan and that he might pick ours. No one else is even finished yet." 

Standing in front of the vending machines are three men. One I didn't recognize, YangYang, and the devil himself.

"No one else is finished?! Not even-" The unfamiliar man's eyes land on me. "the teacher's pet group."

Renjun and YangYang both turn to look at me. YangYang greets me while Renjun stands up straight, growing more rigid. I sigh, clenching my eyes shut. "Is that the name everyone is calling us?"

"Yikes. Sorry prototype. I'm Baekhyun." He extends his hand with a tight-lipped grin. I accept his hand. So many people to meet.

"Prototype is yet another name I have to worry about." I laugh awkwardly. 

"At least that one's 100% a compliment. You should be honored!" Baekhyun pats me on the shoulder, much too comfortable with someone he just greeted seconds ago.

"I try, but I'm not totally sure what it means."

"Thanks to you we don't all have to be starved." YangYang laughs. I laugh back, my amusement coming off rather unconvincing as I put the pieces together. First the phone, now this. Am I really getting the short end of the stick here?

"Aw come on. Like I said, it's a compliment! You should've heard Taeyong gushing about how strong-willed you were." Baekhyun says.

"I guess. I just wish there was another way he could've found that out." The last thing I needed was to starve again I thought.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Prototype! We gotta go fine tune our plan. I'll see you around." Baekhyun salutes. 

"That's right, you guys are finished. Is this your group?" I ask.

"Correct. We'd be the top group if Mark weren't wrapped around Taeyong's finger." YangYang rolls his eyes. 

"We're a bit of a letdown. We have no semblance of a plan." I admit regretfully.

"I can't say I'm surprised. Mark can't take his head out of his ass long enough to be productive-"

"Easy." Renjun finally speaks since he saw you.

YangYang groans. "Fine. But all I'll say is I feel sorry for you. Mortal to mortal." 

"I'm sure I can figure something out. Thanks for worrying, though. What's your guys' plan?"

"Good question! Our plan is to-" Baekhyun prepares to present it theatrically to do their grand plan justice when Renjun stops him.

"Nice try. Figure you're own shit out. Let's go, guys." Renjun unfolds his arms before grabbing his drink from the machine and leaving.

"Yeesh. Sorry again, Prototype." Baekhyun glances over his shoulder before following Renjun. YangYang lags behind for a minute, staring at him incredulously.

"What's his deal?"

I laugh loudly. "Seriously? I think we all know by now." I slowly quiet down when I notice YangYang staring at me. "Wait..."

"What do you mean?"

Do other people not know? Is there a reason for that?

"I mean, he's always been a little uptight, right?"

"No, no, no! Don't switch up on me. You know something don't you?" YangYang narrows his eyes at me with a smirk.

"I just realized you might be friends with Renjun and might not want to talk shit about him..." I shrug. It'd be a miracle if he believed this. Where's Joohyun when you need her? He gives me a knowing look and I sigh.

"You noticed the 7 deadly sins, too?" He whispered.

I start to respond but end up frozen with my mouth open like an idiot. I look up at him in defeat. "I didn't even notice, Taeyong had to tell me."

"Wow! Taeyong was talking about how you were smart, but now I'm starting to doubt his judgment."

"To be honest, I don't blame you." I mumble.

"Hey, teasing isn't fun if you submit so easily. I can tell you're smart, but if you're really smart, you'll keep this between us and the demons." He steps closer, glancing around as he lowers his volume. Why would YangYang care about that? 

"That's cute, you care about the demons." 

YangYang scoffs. "Yeah, sure."

That can't be the reason. So what's his deal? I can't help but note his closeness with Joohyun. The next morning I find myself monitoring them. YangYang looks to get along with his group, chatting and laughing naturally. On the outside, it would seem like Joohyun is doing the same. So neither of these observations should be trusted. It'd be best if I try a different approach to figuring this group out.

What I couldn't understand was why they were pretending to be close to the demons. YangYang looks to be best friends with Renjun, and you'd think Joohyun reciprocated Mark's blatant crush.

"So far I only have one group with a concrete plan. We're nowhere near the deadline, but I expected more groups to at least have an idea of what they were doing." Taeyong reports, doing little to cover up the disappointment in his voice. "To be fair, a lot of you are new to this realm. Telling you to win over largely unfamiliar beings was my bad, so today we'll be learning about demons." Taeyong scans the room as he pushes a button. He turns toward the picture of biblical demons and points his stick at them. 

"Thanks to Terrestrial literature, this is the most common depiction of demons. Hellish creatures that thrive off of the torture of sinful humans. We have had no contact with humans for hundreds of millenniums, so it's best you wipe this from your brain going forward." He clicks to the next slide, showing a group picture of demons. Some of them look familiar enough to blend in with humans, other are similar to the form Renjun sported that day in the hospital. I peer over at him, seeing him whisper to YangYang as he gestured toward the screen.

"Demons are not as different as you may think. Besides their abilities, the major factor at play is environment. Past rulers gave demons little to no rules or laws, so they internalized that nature. They adopted it as part of their identity." Pity was oozing out of Taeyong's words.

"As of now, demons may not be the most receptive to rules or being told how to think, but with a tiny nudge, they could see the upside in reforming. So instead of searching for a way to just muzzle the demons, frame it in a way that sounds pleasing to them." Taeyong squints with a nod. "In other words, dip the medication in peanut butter." He winks. 

Taeyong claps his hands together. "Now with your groups, try and figure out a plan better suited to modern day demons!" He orders before turning to switch off the projector.

"Oh, one more thing,” He swings back around, “this is a test. In the future, it would be in your best interest to become efficient public figures. There's only so much I can do as one lowly demon." 

-

It's no use. Mark is a lost cause. 

"I'm sorry, did you just say we should promise the demons fewer restrictions if they comply?" I blink, mouth agape. Mark smiles, utterly oblivious to how idiotic he comes across.

"Absolutely. Cover it in peanut butter, remember?" He quirks his head to the side as if he were speaking to a child and I just about lose it. I open my mouth to chew him out but instead I exhale slowly.

"Mark," I start, hands hanging in the air, searching for a gesture that helped form my thoughts, "what you just suggested isn't dipping meds in peanut butter. That's telling the dog you're gonna give him peanut butter, only to hand him a dry pill. In other words, lying."

"Lying? Pssh! That's not lying! In the world of politics, sometimes you have to bend the truth to get the public on your side. Like Lord Taeyong said, they can't see the upside of reforming so we have to show them."

"Hmm," I feign confusion, trying to stifle my unbridled rage as I bite my lip. "I'm not sure the demons will be happy about you lying to them, Mark." I all but growl at him.

"By the time they find out they'll already be distracted by how much better life will be! Don't you understand? What don't you get-"

"I completely agree with Mark." Joohyun steps in before I blow up. "The demons don't know what they truly want. They need help to get there." 

"Exactly! Joohyun gets it. You know, Joohyun shows up to the meetings less and claims to be behind on her research, yet you're having a much harder time."

"Okay, that's it." I slam my hands on the table and push up from my chair. Who knows how many demon cocks I'll have to suck to navigate this hell hole, but I'll be damned if I play a tiptoeing second fiddle to an incompetent egomaniac. "I'll make my own goddamn plan."

"W-what?!" Mark shoots up as well. "Hey where are you going?" He yells after me as I storm away. I turn briefly to address him with a clenched jaw.

"I think you should worry about your plan, or lack thereof, you're gonna need all the time you can get." I cut my eyes at him before turning back around, shoving the doors open. The judging eyes weren't in the forefront of my mind, just how I was going to manage this. What Taeyong wants is a public figure, so that's what he'll get. Group or no group. I find myself in the nearest bathroom and rest my hands on the sink. The sensors trigger the water, the noise of it hitting the sleek, black ceramic fades into the background as I look in the mirror. 

My fingers trace over the area my scar should be. Seeing it again really solidified its absence. It feels like my sins from when I was alive were erased, and I was given the chance to start anew. 

I hear footsteps thunder into the bathroom. "Hey. There you are." Joohyun peers in before walking toward me. She looked upset, and she wasn't masking it this time. "What was that in there? I had it under control."

I exhale as I stop leaning on the sink. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... did you?" I start, giving her a wary look. "I feel inclined to trust you, but I sincerely think Mark is a lost cause."

"You realize he likes me, right?" I nod and Joohyun continues. "Sometimes emotions can sway even the most rigid people. We can use that to our advantage. Mark told me he has connections to the higher ups in this realm. He's a valuable asset. Once I have him wrapped around my finger, it could mean smooth sailing for us."

I ponder for a moment. "What would we do with said asset anyway? We only need to manipulate him for this assignment."

"Just imagine the possibilities. Access to confidential information, stronger connections than other groups, and more resources. The brothers, including Mark, have better tech than we do." Joohyun leans in with steady eyes trained on me. I clench my eyes shut. That damned phone. 

"God! I don't know how much longer I can tolerate that idiot." I groan, throwing my head back.

"I know he can be a headache, but remember what I said. Emotions can sway even the most rigid people." She steps forward again, giving me a stern look. "It doesn't matter how smart you are if you let your feelings control your actions." The longer her stare lingers, the more her words permeate in my brain.

-

"Ow! Jeno-" NingNing hisses. Jeno pulls away, his heart melting at her big eyes and pout. 

"I'm sorry Yizhuo, I always do this." Jeno sighs before letting his head fall forward. NingNing sighs, rubbing her shoulder that probably had teeth marks indented into her soft skin. 

"It's okay. Maybe I just need to grow thicker skin." She beams. Jeno looks up, untensing under the light of her smile. "Let's go to my room, yeah?" Jeno nods, making NingNing grin. "My bed is far more comfortable anyway."

"Good point." Jeno pulls her skirt down and fixes the seat of her underwear before tending to his own disheveled appearance. NingNing sends her hands through her hair before looking at Jeno. 

"Do I look okay?" She asks, voice hushed all of a sudden. Jeno holds her face in both his hands, bringing her lips closer to plant a quick kiss on them. 

"You look adorable. Let's go." He grabs her hand, but as soon as they leave, she slips it from his grasp. Jeno ignores his heart and the way it ached the entire walk. Just another petal wilting off of a dying flower. NingNing pushes her door open, and Jeno can feel his growing excitement replacing the ache. NingNing gasps, slamming the door back. She whips herself around, giving Jeno an alarmed look.

"What?!" He whispers.

"YangYang is here!"

"Oh, great." Jeno rolls his eyes as he grumbles.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I'll just be a second, okay?" NingNing whispers with a pleading look. Jeno looks apprehensive. After pausing to think, he sighs. He knows how this usually goes. The person stumbles across Jeno, they ask what he's doing there, and Yizhuo gives him the look. As if to say 'don't mess this up'.

"Should... should I just leave?"

"What? No!" NingNing rushes to grab both his arms. Jeno softens his expression.

"Look, it's okay. We can always hang out later." He ruffles her hair with a crooked smile. She sighs before nodding softly.

He nods back, although it seems more for himself than anything. "See ya, Yizhuo." He leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead before giving her a tight smile and leaving. 

NingNing didn't know how to tell him she wouldn't be able to see him later. Joohyun told her to clear her schedule for the rest of the day. The next fifteen minutes were all she had. With a huff, she opens her door again and is greeted by YangYang's smug smile. 

"Who was that?"

"Jeno. We're partners for the project, so..." NingNing's voice gets softer, wincing at her own words as if it wasn't necessary.

"That's lucky, isn't it? You get partnered up with your crush." YangYang's smile gets wider at Yizhuo's reddening face and wide eyes.

"What did- I don't-"

"Oh don't worry." YangYang stands from her bed with a grunt. "I won't tell Joohyun. Just don't do anything stupid, K?" He peers down at the Celestial before cocking his head to the side. NingNing swallows hard before nodding frantically.

"Good." He says with a pat on each of her shoulders. "Now come hang out with me, I've been waiting for you for ages!" He drags her back out of her room, making their way out of the building. 

"Where are we going?" NingNing asks, growing nervous as they push through the doors. He stops walking to step in front of her before leaning forward.

"To party." He whispers before chuckling. 

"Party? Joohyun would kill us!"

"That's just one more thing we'll have to keep secret from her." YangYang tugs at her hand again but she pulls away.

"No, she told me to clear my schedule earlier. We're having another meeting."

He stops for a moment, shutting his eyes to better focus on his thought process. "Okay... so Tiffany, right?"

"Yes...?"

"The airheaded human?"

"YangYang." NingNing scolds.

"Just tell Joohyun that she dragged you out for a project thing, but she lied and you got stuck at one of her crazy parties." YangYang shrugs.

"That's a horrible plan. Besides, any plan that involves lying to Joohyun is a bad one."

“You’re right.” He sighs, propping his head up with his thumb and index finger. “Okay, new plan. We never went to a party. We were following a lead on one of the brothers! We need to look for one anyway.”

Dread stirs in NingNing’s stomach at the mention of spying on the demons. She was trying to put it off as long as she could.

“Why the silence? This is a perfect plan! Two birds one stone, we get to relax and let loose, and we get Joohyun off our back about these damn brothers.”

NingNing picked at her brain for a response, but it was too focused on begging her not to do this. Not only was she lying to two people she cared about, but she would even be ditching one of them to do this.

“Hey, Yizhuo.”

She looks up when YangYang places his hand on both her shoulders. He snorts at her shocked expression. “Don’t overthink it. Whatever you’re worried about, I’m sure it’s not the end of the world. You can always work it out later.”

NingNing looks down, considering his advice. 

“Plus, don’t you want to take a break for once?” Says YangYang with desperate yearning, “And I don’t mean thirty minutes. Losing hours without stressing about finding them.”

Finally giving in, NingNing rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fine! Let’s go.”

“Yay!” YangYang uses his grip on her shoulders to shake her in excitement. He drags her once again, skipping into the neon-drenched night.

-

"Fuck- Why am I doing this?" I sigh, lowering my fist. All I have to do is knock on Mark's door. That’s all. Or, I can turn around and leave and come up with my own plan. That would definitely feel better. 

But what if Joohyun’s right? I do want to get out of here as soon as possible.

I gather myself and stand up straight, knocking firmly on the door. Time to get this over with. Of course, I could've been done sooner if Joohyun let me apologize sooner. Apparently that wasn't realistic. Mark swings open the door with an expecting look on his face.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Mark…” I start, already losing confidence.

“I see you’ve given up on your own plan already.”

This little-

I catch Joohyun’s eyes behind Mark. She raises her eyebrows. Fine.

“Yes. It was much too hard. I need your help.” I swallow my pride and force a smile on my face. 

“Good. Because we need you too.” Mark says before clearing his throat. He ignores my shock and steps aside. “Come in.”

“Joohyun.” I greet her dryly, more focused on communicating with my eyes. She notices my confusion and acknowledges it with a smile.

“Hey. Take a seat.” She stands from her own to pull out mine. I look around as I sit down. 

“Joohyun and I spent an entire day brainstorming, and we came to a decision.” Mark speaks once both of us have settled. “We want you to be in charge of coming up with the plan.”

Shock is the first emotion I experience. Mark said “we” and went through an entire two sentences without being a cock. Then the confusion was back, with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m kind of lost on the reason you put me in charge.”

“Joohyun brought up a good point. You seem to get along with the demons pretty easily.” Mark reflects, as if double checking his memory. I chuckle.

“I’m not quite sure about that. Also Mark is a demon.”

“Yeah, but they don’t get me. Even my own flesh and blood doesn’t.” For a moment, Mark expresses an emotion I didn’t think he had the range to. What was it, maybe regret? It came and went too fast to be sure. “Not to mention I’m no bona fide demon. Even if you’re faking it, you seem to get them. Keep doing whatever Chenle saw you doing at the restaurant.”

I was already planning to do so, but the burden of coming up with my own plan felt heavier with their judgment. I could already hear Mark’s “notes”. I might be here for a century. And Joohyun, well she’s a smart woman. She surely has high standards for a plan that will have her name on it. 

“You may be right, but I don’t know. I think it would be better if we conjure up a plan together.”

“And waste all our time deliberating over piss-poor plans? Listen, Mark and I tried. We failed to come up with a plan that we were confident would win over Devildom, let alone the entire realm.” Joohyun reaches across the table to rest her hands on mine. “We can’t possibly come up with a sound plan without knowing what a demon truly wants.” At this point, Joohyun’s words were just to throw Mark off our scent, because she was giving me a look that told me to go along with it.

“That’s… a good point. So if I’m coming up with the plan, what will the two of you be doing? Won’t it be boring?” I could be acting overly cautious, but it was better than risking Mark thinking I’m insulting him.

“Maybe for a while, but we’ll keep each other company.” The look Mark gives Joohyun catches me up to speed on her plans to woo him. “Once you’ve come up with a base plan, we’ll work on fleshing it out together, then we can distribute tasks from there. We’ll have to test the plan before it can be set in stone.”

Mark’s words really put into perspective how much work we have yet to do. If only I was put into another group. Even coexisting with Renjun seemed better than this.

“But before that, make sure you have a plan B and C. Just in case Joohyun and I don’t agree on the first one. For now, think of us as a council of sorts.” The thought of that seemed to please Mark greatly judging by the goofy grin on his face. 

“Sounds good. Hey, what do you guys think about cutting this meeting a little short? I’d like to get started as soon as possible.”

“That sounds good as well! Meeting adjourned!” Mark shoots his finger into the air.

-

When I entered my room the last thing I expected to see was Jeno without NingNing. 

“Is she in the bathroom?” I cautiously close the door behind me. I know he can’t help it, but the last thing I wanted to see was him sniffing her underwear. Thankfully, he wasn’t. In fact, he looked a bit down. 

“No, I was just hanging out in here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m not gonna be here for long anyway.” I assure him as I peel off my suffocating blazer.

“Oh, are you going to that party too?”

I pause my rushing for a brief moment. “Party? No, I was gonna work late at the restaurant.” 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Renjun’s not in the library tonight.”

“What?” I completely freeze and look at him in disbelief. “Why not?”

“He wanted to look over the restaurant. He’s been acting really weird lately. Extra paranoid.” Says Jeno regretfully. “Sorry, I know you actually like to be there… for whatever reason.”

I drop my arms exasperatedly. “I need to go to the restaurant to interact with demons. Understanding them is a key part of the assignment.”

“Ah, you’re right. Well, maybe you could do so at the party. My roommate’s girlfriend is throwing it. She’s popular with the demons so they’re bound to come.”

“It’s not really my scene,” I start, thinking of excuses. “why aren’t you going?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t because I wasn’t in the mood, but I don’t have anything better to do.”

Jeno makes for decent company, he could make it less unbearable. With Joohyun’s words swarming in my brain like angry hornets, I let out a loud groan. “Okay. I guess I’m partying tonight.”

#mortal sin #mortis #kpop #nct #nct dream #mark #jeno #yangyang

[memento-morri-writes]

What Am I?  a poem about life

I am the sound of a screaming baby who doesn’t stop until she finally falls asleep, head drooping against her crib.  I am the pattering of footsteps as she learns to walk.  I am the fascinated face of a small child who has just discovered the wonders contained within a book.  I am me, growing older every day.

I am the frustrations of the girl whose teachers ignore her frantically waving hand, looking everywhere but at her face.  I am the loneliness of the child who follows others around the playground, desperate for a friend to talk to, but too naive to know they don’t want her.  I am the hair ripped from a child’s head during a scuffle, and the momentary pride that comes from it.  I am me, unhappy at life.

I am the eager face of the girl in a new place, with a bigger library.  I am the tears on her face as her teacher leaves, knowing, somewhere inside her, that the next teacher will not be good.  I am the cardboard sphinx cut by a knife she wasn’t allowed to touch.  I am the hand that slaps an adult, and the panic of the child who fears the police.  I am the foot that kicks, and the mouth that yells when they tell her no.  I am me, angry at everything.

I am the robotic arm doing the disco as a dozen teens laugh in delight.  I am the fireworks on the fourth of July as they watch.  I am the words and music that flows from the stage as Aaron Burr sings his song, enveloping her in sound.  I am me, experiencing something good, something fun.  (But will it last?)

I am the open doors of the freshman building, welcoming me to a place I will never forget, be it for good or bad. (but mostly bad.)  I am the finality of a friendship ending forever, although it was over years ago.  I am the small fuzzy body whose heart stops beating, while miles away a girl cries.  I am the pull at the heart brought on by the sight of kittens.  I am the button she pushes on the light board, and the friends she finds there.  I am the freedom brought by the final bell.  I am me, older than ever.

I am the exhaustion that sets in before the first week is even over.  I am the dragging of feet, and the dreams of delays and days off.  I am the can’t-wait-to-get-home, and the words “I’m fine” said whenever someone asks how things are going.  I am the world-weariness of a girl who hasn’t even lived yet, and the fear that she’ll never be ready for what comes later.  I am me, surviving, but not living.

I am the boredom of days spent home alone, and the loneliness of a summer without friends.  I am the naps taken because there is nothing else to do, and the hours spent staring at a screen.  I am the numbness of a young woman who can no longer feel anything.  I am the depression that settles in, even as she claims “Summer is infinitely better than school,”.  I am the crushing realization that adulthood is coming, and there is nothing she can do to stop it, as well as the panic that sets in after that.  I am me, wholly unprepared, partly unhappy.

I am the friendless classrooms with no one to talk to.  I am the sound of hoofbeats as Gabriel canters around, a happy young woman on his back.  I am the heavy blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she sits on her bed, cozy and warm.  I am the books that remain unread for months on end, and the excuses made as to why.  I am the voices singing onstage, as she watches from the wings, enjoying every minute.  I am the strange mix of anxiety and apathy that fills her head whenever someone mentions the future.  I am a friend who listens, and who makes her feel special.  I am me, alive and existing.

~~ a pause.  breathe. ~~

I am the strange anxiety of a senior year, of life-changing decisions made early in life.  I am the endless list of applications and choices and worries.  I am the gaping difference between my sister’s 12 applications and my 3.  I am the uncertainty of “what if...?”  I am the worries that I will be rejected, the fuck-it-all attitude if I am.  I am the desperate desire to find a career I do not hate, because if I hate what’s keeping me alive, am I even living?  I am the finality of an accepted acceptance, an endless list of things to do.  I am me, hurtling forwards.

I am the lonely light shining in the 3rd catwalk, dozens of feet from anyone else.  I am the laughter of the audience, and the smile it brings me.  I am a a robot who refuses to do what it’s told.  I am with friends, if only for a few months.  I am a project that comes to life in front of me.  I am so many t-shirt printed in so little time.  I am a smile ever so fleeting on her face.  I am friends made only to be abandoned.  I am me, moments slipping out of my fingers.

I am the words written on a poster: “it’s been a fun 12 years”.  I am the sharp laugh knowing that the last time I work will be setting up for my own graduation.  I am my own name, called, a stage walked, a curtain closed.  I am an awkward hug, a quick goodbye.  I am promises made to stay in touch, but knowing we won’t.  I am goodbyes said to people I loved in a place I hated.  I am me, the end of a chapter.

I am another lonely summer, an endless blur of days.  I am the time that moves too slowly, and too fast.  I am the voice of a friend heard for the second time ever, the closing of tabs as footsteps approach.  I am a brief burst of laughter in a movie theater.  I am a tight chest, a speeding heart, an emotion I don’t know how to describe.  I am me, still in denial.

~~ a pause. breathe. ~~

What am I?  I am everything I have ever experienced, and every person I have ever met.  I am here on earth, although the future scares me.  I am a mix of everything, good and bad, as is life itself. 

I am alive.

I wrote most of this (minus the section between the “breathe”s) while in  a really weird place in my life.  I’m okay, I think.  I’m sorry it’s so long.  It was originally a piece for a creative writing class over a year ago.  It turned out a lot more personal than I expected, becaue that’s how my brain works: spilling my deepest secrets to people I hardly know.

#writeblr #my writing #poetry #poem #my poetry #what am I? #btw #every single thing mentioned in here is real and really happened to me #:)) #implied #depression tw

[guideaus]

not to complain about my online classes again, but i really wish the professors who accepted those classes knew how to use the computer well or at least have understandable english when announcing assignments...

#personal #do you know how annoying it is to be greeting with one entire paragraph that is an essay's length #that does not include proper grammar #every time i see it im like who let my grandmother write this??? #god like i think if we have the bare minimum amount of communication u should at least present the assignment in an incredibly clear way #no room for questions #yet every week with this woman i sit and stare at the screen not knowing whats being asked of me #bold some words or something! use a bulleted list! anything #anyways i fucking hate that im literally not learning anything #i felt like i learned so much my first semester in Fl and now its literally nothing #where i cant even understand whats being asked

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3100 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14  Part 15

gif credit: @benbarnxs

Part 16

You were straddling Billy, riding him, your hips undulating atop his body. His fingers tightly gripped your waist, getting ready to take charge so you were underneath him, but you refused to submit. Instead you grabbed his hands and pinned it above his head. As you hovered above him, he arched up to kiss you but you shifted back, instead staring down at him intently. He growled at you before he rolled over unexpectedly, taking you along with him.

As he thrust into you, harder and rougher each time, you began to slide off the bed. In your new position, you caught sight of Adam on the floor. His corpse was wrapped up in a rug, only his head sticking out-

“Hey.” Billy pulled you up so you were now sitting across his lap, facing him. “Look at me. Only me.”

Only a few seconds ago he was biting you as you clawed at him, both of you desperate to possess each other. Your movements had been savage, animalistic even, but now Billy was kissing you languidly, his hand brushing the back of your hair while the other settled on the small of your back. You were directing the rhythm of the thrusts now, setting a slower pace so you could fully enjoy the feel of his cock stretching your insides oh-so-tantalizingly. Your forehead braced against his, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the flood of emotions that overcame you.

***

It was after midnight. Billy had come home with you and both of you were in bed, you nestled against him while he spooned you from behind. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t sleep. Your brain was working overtime processing everything that happened in the last few hours. He stirred next to you, dropping a tender kiss on your bare shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured. You may have been fully alert but he sounded absolutely exhausted.

“Are you sure they’ll be thorough with the cleaning?”

“Yeah.” Throwing his arm over you, he covered your hand with his. “These guys are not amateurs. They know what they’re doing. There won’t be any traces of us left in that room.”

“And Adam’s body-”

“Will be disposed of.”

“But how do you know you can trust these guys? What’s stopping them from blackmailing-”

“’cause money talks, babe. That crew is very well paid.” He squeezed your palm. “I’ve used them in the past. No trouble yet.”

With his military career you were already aware of his violent past, but you also sensed he had a long hit list aside from that. When he’d realized your plans for Adam, he hadn’t been remotely shocked at the idea of you killing another person. In fact, as you stabbed Adam repeatedly, Billy had looked at you with such pride and reverence that it had left you breathless.

“What we did tonight, you know what that means, don’t you?”

His voice brought you out of your reverie. You exhaled a deep breath, drawing circles on his palm. “That we’re bad people.”

“No, we’re survivors. We take down anyone who gets in our way.”

“He didn’t come after you,” you reminded him. “You didn’t have to get involved.”

He turned you around to face him. “Nobody threatens you and gets to live after that.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you were almost ready to believe anything.

He cradled your face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “We’re connected now. Forever. Because of tonight.”

You didn’t understand how his words could evoke such conflicting emotions within you. On one hand your stomach fluttered with excitement, he was saying things you’d wanted to hear for a long time, but then there was the fear. Doubt. Uncertainty. You forced a smile, hoping some levity would lighten the situation. “You make it sound like we’re married or something.”

Disgust flooded over his face. “Fuck, no. Marriages end. One day you’re bragging about being in love, next it’s all over. It’s not based on anything real. But we are.” He reached for your hand, which was resting on the pillow between you and him, and intertwined his fingers through yours. “I saw you tonight, the real you. And you saw me. No pretenses, no boundaries. And you didn’t run. You didn’t even flinch.”

“Neither did you.” You lifted your eyebrow. “You were rock hard.”

“I always am around you.”

His words made the heat rise in your cheeks, which he noticed right away. Giving you a teasing smile, he leaned in closer to give you a peck on the cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Shut up.”

Billy’s eyes remained locked on you, simply staring at you with sleepy eyes. “I don’t like who I was when I thought I lost you. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined you fucking this other guy, kissing him. Even the thought of you talking to him made me want to burn it all down.”

Your heart ached at how tired he looked. Scooting closer, you started massaging his forehead. When he closed his eyes, you dropped a gentle kiss on each of his eyelids, the beauty mark just below his right eye, before snuggling him tightly in your arms. “Sleep, Billy.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” he murmured drowsily.

You smiled. “It is my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, already fast asleep. You tried to do the same but couldn’t; there were too many thoughts running around in your brain. You had assumed you’d feel guilty about taking a life; you didn’t. You remembered the vicious, contemptuous anger in Adam’s eyes when he’d held you at gunpoint, and how he’d threatened to kill others in your team, and all you felt was relief. Relief that he was dead and no longer a danger to you.

Billy stirred next to you, drawing your attention. You reached out to hold him, your touch feather-light so as not to wake him up. He looked calm and peaceful, unlike the haunted and distraught way he appeared earlier in the hotel room. It was still hard to digest that he’d been so unhinged at the thought of losing you. But the thing that resonated with you the most was that he hadn’t been able to hurt you despite all of the anger he’d felt. Growing up the way you had, you were always on alert for things to turn violent at any moment. One wrong comment or an innocent gesture - hell even a lone pair of sock on the floor - had the potential to trigger your father’s temper and turn things violent. During those moments his rage was uncontrollable, and as a result you always worried about how people reacted when they were furious. The fact that Billy hadn’t hit you even though he’d been completely enraged made you realize you were physically safe with him.

Maybe emotionally as well. For so long you’d had difficulty believing he could reciprocate your feelings yet you couldn’t ignore how devastated he’d been. Nor could you rationalize away his emotions. It still felt surreal but he did truly care about you, and the thought filled you with warmth and made your heart soar with happiness.

You brushed your lips against his, hoping Billy’s comforting presence next to you would help you relax. However, fifteen minutes later sleep still alluded you. Eventually you decided to do something useful and work instead. Carefully sliding out of bed so you didn’t disturb him, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Immediately you felt the soreness in your body, an after effect of the rough sex you had with Billy in the hotel room earlier. Grabbing a nearby throw, you were soon nestled in your favourite spot on the chaise lounge, working away on your laptop.

An hour later you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to find Billy yawning, clad in boxers, his hair all ruffled.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” he grumbled.

You scooted over to give him space to sit on the chaise but he seemed to have other ideas in mind as he took a seat behind you. You found yourself settled between his legs, your back nestled against his chest, as he caressed down the length of your arms.

“I couldn’t sleep. Figured I might as well do something useful.”

“What corporate shit are you working on?” he teased, playfully grabbing your laptop to look at your screen. You smacked his arm right away, shutting the screen and pushing the laptop away.

Billy purposely rubbed his face against the base of your neck and you started giggling at the sensation of his prickly beard on your bare skin. “Stop,” you whined. “It tickles.” you squealed loudly, trying to jump out of his arms but he held you in a tight grip.

Finally he stopped, and as you struggled to catch your breath, you slapped his arm playfully. “You’re such a jerk.”

He chuckled, hugging you tightly from behind. “That’s for ignoring all my calls since Tuesday.”

“I’m still not unblocking your number,” you retorted. His beard scraped along your shoulder, making you squeal again. “Okay, fine. Sorry!”

“Swear that you’re not gonna block me again.”

You turned around in his arms, resting on your knees as your arms looped around his neck. Smiling down at him, you nuzzled your nose with his. “Swear that you won’t act like an asshole again.”

“Can’t really do that.”

“Exactly.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the tender affection on his face, the warmth of his gaze spreading slow, languid heat throughout your body. “You should go back to bed. You still look tired.”

“I’ve had a rough week.”

You pouted your lips. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Want to make it up to me?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

”How? By sucking you off?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Move in with me.”

Your hands stilled on him, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. At first you thought he was joking but the solemn expression on his face made you realize otherwise. You moved away, putting much needed distance between the two of you.

“That’s not funny, Billy.”

Maintaining a rigid posture on the chaise lounge, he shrugged his shoulders. “Not meant to be. I’m dead serious.”

“You know that’s ridiculous, right?”

“Why? ‘cause I wanna keep you safe?”

“The threat is gone. I took care of it.”

“We took care of it,” he said pointedly. “A threat which you didn’t even tell me about.”

“I explained that to you already.” Feeling defensive, you started pacing the floor. “You promised you’d have your guy stop tailing me.”

“Sure. As soon as I know you’re not gonna keep things from me again. You moving in will help with that.”

“So if I don’t move in, you’ll have me followed 24/7?” Anger surged through you, you were so furious you wanted to scream. “That’s fucking blackmail.”

“Relax. No need to be so dramatic about it.”

You grabbed the closest cushion you had and flung it at him, enraged by his patronising tone. “We barely know each other-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he interjected, finally moving to stand up. His eyes were pitch black, his jaw clenched. “You and I killed someone tonight! You took my hand, my knife, and we stabbed the bastard in the heart with it, together. We fucked while he drew his last breath and now you’re feeding me this bullshit?” He stormed towards you. “No! I’ve seen your darkness and you’ve seen mine. There’s no one else in this world that knows us better than we know each other.”

You shook your head, flabbergasted by his reaction. “This is insane. I can’t move in with you. We haven’t even gone out on a real date because you said I was boring!”

“If you believe that then you really are a fucking idiot!”

You stiffened, his words ringing in your ear. Fucking idiot. Something your father used to call you repeatedly, his tone full of hate and vitriol when he lashed out at you. It started with a fucking idiot then spiralled into bitch and whore and everything else hurtful under the sun. You swore to yourself you’d never accept being spoken to like that by another person yet here you were, being insulted again by someone who was supposed to care about you.

You retreated back from Billy, careful to keep your distance from him, and leveled him with a cold glance. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” 

Your voice may have been deceptively calm but there was a storm brewing inside you. You desperately needed some space. As you moved away from Billy and headed to the kitchen, he tried to block your path but you immediately pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!”

You quickly sidestepped past him and entered the kitchen, heading for the cabinet where you kept your bottle of whiskey. Pouring yourself a glass, you slowly sipped the liquid to soothe your frayed nerves and forget the memories Billy had just unleashed in you.

***

Even as the words left his mouth, Billy knew he’d made a mistake. He regretted what he said instantly, even more so when he realized how much the words had stung you. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain but he couldn’t seem to help himself. The more he tried to hold on to you the more you slipped through his fingers.

After giving you a few minutes to calm down, he entered the kitchen behind you. You were standing in the opposite corner, drinking the hard stuff, which further signalled how shaken you were. Billy knew Scotch wasn’t something you enjoyed, you only drank it when you were messed up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have said that. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

You didn’t acknowledge him, and it hurt like hell.

“When I think about you pulling away from me, it makes me lose my mind.” He swallowed audibly, desperately trying to get through to you. “I’m all in when it comes to us but it feels like you always have one foot out the door.” He took hesitant steps towards you while your eyes still remained on the countertop, refusing to meet his gaze. “I keep fucking up but I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“I’m not built like you, Billy,” you finally spoke, turning to look at him. “I have doubts. I’m constantly dealing with insecurities. It takes me time to trust people, and I just can’t rush into things head-on.”

“And I’m someone who hustles. I go after everything I want with guns blazing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have Anvil.”

“But I’m not a thing, Billy. I’m a person, and you can’t push me into doing stuff I’m not ready for.”

He exhaled a resigned sigh. “I know. It’s ‘cause I get paranoid when it comes to you. You’re a closed book and you never tell me anything.” His eyes scanned yours, his stomach clenched with anxiety. “I don’t even know how you feel about me.” It was the first time he’d voiced that thought, something he didn’t even realize he felt until this very moment. You wanted him, that he knew, and you’d even confessed you loved him once but he didn’t really believe in that bullshit. What mattered to him was if you needed him as much as he did you. The idea of not having you in his life drove him insane, but did you feel the same way? He didn’t think so and it bothered the fuck out of him.

You set your glass down on the counter before reaching out to cradle his face, your soulful eyes meeting his emotional gaze. “I want to be with you, Billy. I like you so much that it scares me.”

Your words brought with them a tidal wave of relief that swept over him like a calm breeze. It was like he could breathe again. He pulled you close, his forehead against yours as he simply held you. “Don’t be scared, babe. I don’t bite.”

“That is a complete fucking lie,” you retorted. “I still have the marks from earlier to prove it.” Your smile faded again as you held his stare. “But I need you to be patient with me. You can’t bully me or get mad if I don’t want to rush into things.”

He nodded his head. “I won’t.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to rely on. And the thought of trusting you? Relying on you? It scares the hell out of me. Because there’s always a voice in my head that’s reminding me I need to go back to being alone when we end things.”

“I need to kill that voice.”

You chuckled, reaching out to loop your arms behind his back. “It shuts up eventually. It did in the hotel room when I saw how fucked up you were without me. That’s when it sunk in you actually do like me.”

“It took you that long to believe it?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Yeah. You did tell me I was boring.”

He groaned right away, regret washing over him. He should never have said those fucking words to you. “You’re not boring. You’re smart. And hot.” He kissed your left cheek. “And sweet. And funny. And mine.” Then the right cheek. “And when you lecture me about cybersecurity, I get so hard.”

“Whatever. You’re the one who wanted to know more about the topic,” you grumbled.

He grinned, giving you a tender peck on the lips. “I can listen to you talk for hours and hours-“

“Shut up.” You pressed your palm over his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off the ground and started carrying you back to the bedroom. “Forever actually, if you’re naked.”

“Not once have I lectured you naked.”

He dropped you on the bed. “Yeah, exactly. Time you start.” He jumped into bed, rubbing his beard on your face again as you started squealing.

A few minutes later you were both panting for air, staring up at the ceiling. “Just to make it clear, I’m not moving in,” you huffed through laboured breaths.

He turned to look at you, smirking. “Fine, but I’m taking you out tonight. Proper date and all.”

The most beautiful smile graced your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You were a ray of sunshine beaming up at him and Billy’s heart felt so full he worried it would explode. If he could, he’d freeze this moment forever.

Part 17

A/N - As always, your wonderful feedback is what keeps me inspired to write and post consistently. I was initially nervous about this chapter because the characters experience a gamut of emotions but it was necessary. I hope you like and enjoy this chapter. Feedback, as always, is very much appreciated and feeds my soul :)

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